#marriage matchmaking and wedding event planning

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Matchmaking Harringtons 6

Okay I lied we got at least a couple more parts to go

Eddie had taken Steve on a date where they went to the music store to buy some cassettes and listen to them in his van.

"You really wanna go to work on a date?", Steve had asked.

"It's not the store I work at, so it doesn't count", Eddie had grinned. Eddie had just got paid and his first priority was always new music.

They both grabbed something, which Eddie paid for, while Steve got them lunch. They ate in the front seat of his van while listening to each other's music.

"I think I told you about how my family's coming into town for the 4th of July?", Steve said, halfway through his sandwich.

"A whole haggle of Harrington's, huh? Is there enough hairspray in Hawkins?"

"We might need to go to the next town over. Anyway, my parents said it was okay to invite you. If you wanted to come. You know, if you wanted."

"Wait, is there where I'm introduced to the don and told to kill a cop if I want your hand in marriage?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "The mob jokes weren't funny with my parents and they're not funny with me."

"I think your parents are funny", Eddie smirked.

"You wouldn't think so if you knew they thought of setting me up with some mafia guy. Ritchie or something." Steve wrapped up the half of his sandwich that he didn't eat. "Anyway, do you wanna go? It's a big step for us but-"

Eddie put his own on the dashboard. "Can we go back to the fact that your parents wanted to set you up with a mobster? Should I be worried?"

"According to my folks, he's a numbskull, so no. And they like you, so I wouldn't worry about anything. But I get it if you don't wanna be thrown to aunts and cousins. I mean I haven't even told the rest of my family that I'm...you know."

Steve hadn't even really thought about coming out to his extended family. Coming out to his mom and dad had been such a spur of the moment thing.

"Steve, if they're anything like Diane and Jonas, they'll have arranged a 'Steve is Gay' parade for you", Eddie smiled.

Steve covered his face. "God, you're right. I'm pretty sure I saw my mom starting a wedding scrapbook."

"A what-?!", Eddie squeaked.

"A nothing!"

Eddie cleared his throat. "On second thought....This family event sounds like a tall order for me. I think you need to convince me a little, make it up to me baby. I'm about to put in some heavy work."

Steve's response was to look Eddie up and down slowly, they move into the back of his van. Before they had gotten together, it had been a sparse area with little knick-knacks from things Eddie had hauled in the past. But since officially getting with Steve, Eddie always made sure to have a thick blanket and a couple of pillows at the ready.

They were currently parked near the quarry. It was nice, considering they didn't have a lot of places that they could be out publicly.

"Eddie~", Steve sang once he got back there, prompting his boyfriend to practically pounce on him.

"And ho~w exactly do you plan on making it up to me, hm?", Eddie asked as before pecking Steve's lips.

Steve chuckled and petted Eddie's hair, then pulled it away from his ear to whisper in it. "I'm gonna make you cum in your pants."

Eddie collapsed on top of Steve with a moan that was only a little exaggerated. From the moment he saw him walk into the music store, he wanted to get his hands on him. And every day that was able to was like a dream.

Steve flipped them over and kissed his lips, pulling back with a bite. Steve never got tired of kissing him. Any time they were alone his lips were on Eddie within five minutes. That one time, the two of them really had been looking at magazines before starting to grind on each other in his bed. Well now it was time to finish the job.

After nibbling on Eddie's lips a little more, Steve sucked at his neck. He could feel it warm in his mouth and could help but bite into it. Eddie was a biter himself and it had infected Steve. He tugged his shirt down a bit and kissed at his collarbone. Steve dragged his hands down Eddie's chest and sat up, straddling his hips.

Eddie let out a grunt. He was already at half-mast thanks to Steve's promise.

"You really want me that badly?", Steve whispered.

Eddie nodded quickly. "Always do."

Steve started slow, dragging his lower half from the top of Eddie's hips all the way down to the bottom of his crotch. Eddie whimpered every time their groins lined up. His hips jumped but it was clear he was holding back. Steve smiled and kissed his lips. Eddie was good at that, restraining himself because he didn't want to scare Steve off. He let Steve set the pace. And seeing how much Eddie desired him but still waited for permission was such a turn on.

He groaned as he pressed his own hard on against Eddie's. Steve fisted the blanket underneath them and started to get lost in the feeling. Eddie finally grabbed his hips, then his hands trailed down to Steve's ass, a cheek in each hand.

"Eddie~ Ah, uhn~"

Steve's breaths were starting to pitch and Eddie knew what that meant, knew what his love needed. One of Eddie's hands drifted upwards, all the way until he was caressing his cheek.

"Open up, baby."

Steve's lips parted and Eddie slipped two fingers between them, letting his boyfriend suck to his heart's content while they rutted against in the back of his van. It was fucking heaven. Steve moaned around his fingers, so greedy for it that he grabbed Eddie's wrist as if he would ever take them away.

Eddie was looking up at an absolute vision. It was like Steve was using him to get off. And that thought had Eddie bucking into him as he came, certain the van was rocking now. Steve looked down, moaning at the sight of the wet spot in Eddie's pants. That pushed Steve over the edge and he bit down lightly on Eddie's fingers as he did.

The air was filled with their panting while they came down from their high."

"Mmm", Eddie moaned as he took his fingers from Steve's mouth. "Got any other family obligations? A wedding? A graduation?"

"You lookin' to book another appearance already?", Steve grinned.

"If my compensation is like this, I'll be as regular as a fiber pill."

Steve couldn't choose between laughing or kissing so he did both, pressing his lips to Eddie while giggling through it.

Part 8

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Reverse Big Bang Sneak Peek

This coming Wednesday is the release date of the MDZS Reverse Big Bang fic I've been working on inspired by artwork from the lovely @angie-s-g - here's a little sneak peek! We will have SangCheng and matchmaking Jiang Yanli, pining and fluff, magical fruit and dramatic escapes, and all in just under 49k XD

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"Er-gongzi?"

Nie Huaisang jumped and spun around in the middle of the corridor, an excuse already on the tip of his tongue for having missed saber practice. "It's not my fault, Zonghui!" he cried, putting on his most pitiful face. "Huang-guniang in the kitchens was having such an awful day, with her little one sick and her husband away on that night hunt in the West, and at first she just asked me to carry something for her, but the seamstress arrived with Da-ge's formal robes for the Jin wedding, and you and I both know getting Da-ge to show up to a fitting is worse than fighting a water ghoul, so I had to get disciple Liu from the grounds because he's roughly Da-ge's size, and after we finally got the robes fitted-"

"Er-gongzi," Nie Zonghui repeated, lifting his hand to offer something to Nie Huaisang. "A letter came for you in the mail."

"…Ah." He carefully took the letter and opened it, and the moment he saw who it was from, he grinned so wide his cheeks began to hurt. His eyes took but moments to absorb the words on the page. "Ah! This is most important, Zonghui. It seems my presence is needed in a diplomatic capacity."

"Is that so?" Nie Zonghui lifted a skeptical eyebrow.

Nie Huaisang nodded enthusiastically. "Jiang-guniang has invited me to spend the time before the wedding in Yunmeng and assist her and Jiang-zongzhu with preparations. With such a momentous event before us, a union between sects through the loving bonds of marriage, how could I ever refuse an invitation to deepen the relationship between Yunmeng and Qinghe?"

Nie Zonghui nodded, though Nie Huaisang thought it looked almost reluctant. "If that's the case, then we should inform Nie-zongzhu immediately."

"Excellent idea!" Nie Huaisang tapped his cousin on the chest with the closed letter, then led the way down the corridor. "Did Da-ge take San-ge to the West Wing for tea?"

"Yes, though that was some time ago. I would think they would be nearly finished by now."

His mind ran over arguments and plans as they walked. If his brother was particularly resistant, he might have to do something truly distasteful, like promise to attend a saber practice before leaving for Yunmeng; hopefully such a sacrifice would not prove necessary.

They had almost reached the door to the West Wing tearoom when the air was filled with a loud roar. A porcelain teapot came sailing out of the door to smash against the opposite wall a hand's width from Nie Huaisang's nose.

"Da-ge, really, you're being unreasonable," Jin Guangyao's voice chastised from within the chamber.

"Don't you dare pretend that this isn't an outright insult!!!" Nie Mingjue shouted. "Does Jin Guangshan really think I'm so mindless that I won't recognize when he's disrespecting my sect?!"

"I admit this proposal isn't very advantageous to Qinghe Nie," Jin Guangyao replied far more calmly. "But the reason we have diplomacy is to attempt to find a middle ground. If you can find somewhere to compromise, then I can take it to my father-"

"Your father can shove this right up his a-"

Nie Huaisang wasted no time in grabbing Nie Zonghui by the arm and dragging him away. "All right, this may not be a good time to address business with Da-ge."

"But you will address it with him, Nie-er-gongzi."

He waved his hand absently. "Of course I will. But in the meantime, I'll go write a response for Jiang-guniang, and if you see Da-ge is in a better mood, you can come fetch me to give him the news – perhaps wait until after San-ge has left. Is that satisfactory?"

There was a trace of wariness in Nie Zonghui's expression – admittedly well-earned – but after a moment, he nodded. "All right, Er-gongzi. I'll keep an eye out for Lianfang-zun's departure."

Nie Huaisang returned to his bedroom and closed the door behind him, then lowered the bar before locking the door. He rushed over to his desk and pulled out a sheaf of paper to begin a letter – but not one to Jiang Yanli.

Dear Da-ge, by the time you get this I'll be half-way to Yunmeng…

[peachymilkandcream]

Father-In-Law Levi Headcanons

(A/N: I really just wanted to do some headcanons of Levi being a father in law, hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: Average Break Me Slowly warnings

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Levi is going to be very critical of the woman Furlan chooses to marry. This woman is responsible for carrying on the good name of Ackerman, so she better be special.

His son was taught at a young age that love is important, but choosing the right person was more important and that love can grow. So you don't have to necessarily be in love with a woman to marry her. Although with Evelyn he just got lucky that she was a good woman and Levi was in love with her.

With this speech in mind, Furlan would make the decision to allow his father to be a matchmaker. Clearly Levi knew more about women than Furlan ever could so he would be able to find the right one for his son.

Levi would scour the highest of society to find a docile but pretty enough girl. One who was sweet, meek and innocent was what he was looking for. Using his connections to charm the girl's parents.

Naturally all involved would agree. It was an honour to marry into the Ackermans, the saviours of humanity after the Rumbling. The parents delighted for their rise in status, and the girl happy she wouldn't die an old maid. Besides, Captain Levi was still a heart-throb, despite being middle aged, his son seen around even more so. To be a part of such a famous and prestigious family was any girl's dream come true.

Unlike with Evelyn and Levi's wedding, this time it would remain tradition for the Bride's parents to plan the event, but they allowed Levi's input from time to time, complimenting his taste in such matters.

Leading up to the big day would be filled with Levi coaching Furlan on how to be, in his opinion, a good husband. When to show affection, when to show wrath. How to pleasure a woman if she deserves it, and how to withhold it. There was no room for shame, sex was not a dirty topic but a part of life. And when Evelyn is an example of how the right approach can work out, any boy leaps at the opportunity.

As one can imagine, quickly the marriage turns toxic. While Furlan's wife agreed with the marriage and knew what she was getting into unlike Evelyn, Furlan still picked up his father's ruthless and unreasonable ways. Demanding things she couldn't provide and then punishing her when things didn't turn out.

When told all this, Levi was proud and pleased that he had taught his son well. Evelyn was indifferent, commenting that she had no place to talk about what a man should do to his wife as a woman.

The girl, when pleading with her parents for help, was met with being told to silence her whining. Finally they were allowed into circles they had only dreamed of getting into. The handsome dowry funding a get away.

Evelyn too, when hearing her daughter-in-law's pleas tells her it's just how life is. And the sooner she accepts it the happier she'll be. This she says while round with her final child, who would one day be their youngest daughter Maria.

Levi treats his daughter-in-law well, using his far more polished tricks of manipulation to get her to think this is all normal. Using his seemingly perfect life as an example of what she could have. Truly, she is like a daughter to him, proud of her for agreeing to give his son a happy life.

When she finally becomes pregnant, Levi uses that as the nail in the coffin to estrange her from her family. The Ackermans are her only family now, one big happy group who are the only ones alive to care about her. He praises her for giving his son a child and him a grandchild, making sure she's cared for and reminding Furlan to treat her well during pregnancy so she'll want to be pregnant more.

With such great in-laws who visibly don't overstep and welcome her more than her own, Furlan's wife embraces the title of Ackerman, truly feeling she's found her family. Evelyn and Levi like her mother and father now since her own don't even write her. She calls them Mother and Father, to which they glow with gratuity.

Everyone's happy in the end. Even though they might not think so.

[lumimatrimony]

The Role of Family in Indian Marriages: How Lumi Matrimony Supports Traditional Values

In the age of technology, finding a life partner has become more convenient and accessible than ever before. Traditional matchmaking methods, while still popular, are increasingly being supplemented or replaced by online matrimony platforms. In this blog, we’ll explore the numerous benefits of using a matrimony app compared to traditional matchmaking methods, and highlight how Lumi Matrimony, one of the leading platforms, is revolutionizing the way people find their life partners.

The Integral Role of Family in Indian Weddings

In Indian culture, weddings are not just a union of two individuals but a coming together of two families. The involvement of family members is seen at every stage of the process:

Matchmaking: Traditionally, families play a crucial role in finding suitable matches for brides and grooms. Parents, relatives, and family friends often take the responsibility of searching for a compatible partner, ensuring that the match is harmonious and aligns with family values and expectations.

Pre-Wedding Rituals: From engagement ceremonies to pre-wedding pujas, families are deeply involved in organizing and participating in various rituals that signify the bond between the two families.

Wedding Ceremonies: Indian weddings are elaborate affairs, with families contributing to the planning and execution of the event. Each ritual, involves the active participation of family members, symbolizing their support and blessings.Post-Wedding Traditions: The role of family continues even after the wedding, with customs like the griha pravesh (welcoming the bride into the groom’s home) and other rituals that help integrate the bride into her new family.

How Lumi Matrimony Upholds Traditional Family Values

As one of the best matrimony sites in India, Lumi Matrimony understands the significance of family involvement in the marriage process. Here's how Lumi supports traditional values:

Extensive Database: With a vast database of profiles, Lumi Matrimony caters to diverse communities and preferences, making it easier for families to find matches that align with their cultural and social values.

Free Matrimony Services: Lumi Matrimony stands out as one of the top free matrimony sites, providing access to essential features without any cost. This accessibility ensures that families from all economic backgrounds can participate in the matchmaking process.

Focus on Safety and Authenticity: Lumi Matrimony prioritizes the safety and authenticity of profiles, ensuring that families can trust the platform while searching for suitable brides and grooms. Rigorous verification processes and robust privacy policies create a secure environment for users.

Support for Traditional Matches: Understanding the importance of cultural and familial compatibility, Lumi Matrimony allows users to filter profiles based on various criteria such as caste, religion, and community. This feature helps families find matches that are not only compatible on a personal level but also resonate with their traditional values.

Conclusion

The role of family in Indian marriages is paramount, influencing every aspect of the wedding and the subsequent married life. Lumi Matrimony, as a leading matrimony website, supports and enhances this traditional involvement by providing a platform that values and facilitates family participation. Whether you're searching for a bride or groom, Lumi Matrimony stands as one of the best marriage sites, offering free services and a commitment to authenticity and safety. Embrace the traditional values of Indian weddings with Lumi Matrimony, where families come together to find the perfect match.

Explore Lumi Matrimony today and experience the difference of a matrimony site that truly understands and supports the role of family in Indian marriages.

[amethyst-geek]

I know it's been a while since I talked about my Digimon fanfic ideas, so for those who don't remember/know, I would want to give Masaru a son in said fanfic.

As mentioned I've already came up with a few ideas as to how that would happen, including a drunken one-night-stand with Maki from the Tri movies.

Another idea I came up as to how Masaru can have a son I'd like to discuss also involves a drunken 1-night-stand, but with someone else.

Remember how in one of the flashbacks, Tohma's grandmother told his father to arrange a marriage for Tohma? Franz already seemed pretty reluctant at the idea, so I imagine that he would keep putting it off finding a fiancee for Tohma.

So sometime after the events of Savers (enough time to have passed for Tohma and Masaru to now be in their twenties), Tohma meets a girl named Yumi while living in Japan. They hit it off, eventually become a couple, and at this point, Franz has already given up on the whole "arranging a marriage for Tohma to please Old Lady Norstein" thing and is very supportive of Tohma's relationship with Yumi. Old Lady Norstein, on the other hand, is not happy about Franz defying her wishes or Tohma dating a 'commoner' and makes her feelings known to Franz and Tohma.

Tohma and Yumi eventually get engaged. A few days before the wedding, Old Lady Norstein, in a last ditch effort to break up Tohma and Yumi, flies to Japan with her old friend, uh.... Countess Honeycutt, and Countess Honeycutt's granddaughter, uh... Daphne, with the intention of setting Daphne up with Tohma. Old Lady Norstein's plan falls apart when Tohma introduces Yumi as his fiancée, much to the confusion of the Honeycutts. Turns out that when pitching to Countess Honeycutt the idea of setting Daphne up with Tohma, Old Lady Norstein had lead her and Daphne to believe that Tohma was single and had requested his grandmother's help to find a potential bride. While Countess Honey rips Old Lady Norstein a new one for lying to her, an embarrassed Daphne apologizes to Tohma and Yumi. Tohma and Yumi accept accept her apology and assure her that it's not Daphne's fault as Old Lady Norstein was the one who lied to the Honeycutts. Since Tohma and Yumi already had plans to meet up with some friends that evening, they decide to invite Daphne along. Later that evening at the get together, Daphne meets Masaru (who is back in the human world for a week or 2 to attend Tohma's upcoming wedding). During this gathering, a drunk Daphne admits that she actually kinda relieved that the matchmaking fell through and that she only went along with it to get her parents off her back about marriage, and that she's never been interested in romance. An equally drunk Masaru admits that he's never been interested in romance either. In their drunken state, either Masaru or Daphne suggests to the other, "hey, should we try it together, just once to see what the fuss is about?," to which the other person drunkenly agrees to, and they go off somewhere to umm... sing late into the night.

The next morning, they still don't see what the fuss is about, and nine months later, Suzaku is born.

[alexanderlevi22]

Benefits of Using Australian Matrimonial Sites for Indians

Beautiful coincidences, faith, destiny, etc. are not new concepts associated with a successful marriage. However, a more subtle explanation of the whole marriage situation is 'Australian Marriage Services'. There are also many products for various events! Even weddings are now attended with great style and absolute perfection. Here are the options that will help you achieve this perfection in the most professional way.

Free Marriage Service

This is one of the most beneficial options for all those who want to complete a perfect marriage too. These descriptions guarantee a high level of personal pleasure, since each possible approach is completely based on the customer's choice and preferences. These services from matrimony sites in Australia are the perfect resource for those who want to consider all their options and facilitate the best possible marriage with the most seamless matching according to their overall choices and decisions.Marriage Certificate  

This special option is also provided to ensure that marriages concluded through these services are legally recognized. This is to secretly check the marital relationship to avoid any unnecessary conflicts in the future.

Bespoke Weddings 

With this special option, many marriage service providers for Indian Grooms in Australia and Indian Brides in Australia are sure to offer great solutions to complete an unforgettable wedding. In these solutions, the marriage is organized around a central theme. This not only adds variety to the entire party, but also makes the entire occasion a moment to remember forever.

Bridal Products 

Being a great event in life, this alternative is still available today.It will definitely make them feel good and beautiful from the inside out.

Wedding Planner 

This is actually the most advanced application provided by Indian Marriage Australia services. This is a service that perfectly plans the special time of your wedding according to your wishes. The biggest advantage is that the entire responsibility of completing a wonderful marriage from start to finish rests on the shoulders of the Australian Girl for Marriage service provider.

Professional and Organized Services

There are many organized and professional matrimonial services that bring people together in search of a life partner. These systems provide a systematic and effective way to identify compatible partners based on many factors such as age, religion, education, and occupation.

In the context of Australia marriage site matrimonial India, a professional and organized service refers to a framework that provides a structured and effective approach to bringing together people looking for a life partner. 

These services offer features such as personalized matchmaking, advanced search options, and other services that improve your user experience and speed your search for compatible partners.

These matrimonial websites' advanced search filters allow users to narrow down their search based on specific criteria. Users can specify preferences based on age, religion, education, and employment status.

Ease of Accessibility

Matrimony sites in Australia should be easily accessible so that users can use the interface and access its features. Finding Indian girls in Australia is made easier by using matrimonial websites where brides and grooms can search only the profiles that interest them. Variables such as age, city, state, community, education level, and occupation are considered when categorizing your search. People have the flexibility to choose

By considering these different options, you can truly fulfill your desire to have a successful and wonderful marriage that is virtually perfect in every way. 

Conclusion

All in all, it is not only a new beginning, but also a great opportunity for life. It is your duty to find the services of the best service provider as it concerns your entire life.

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Baniya Matrimony: A Cultural Perspective

Introduction:

Matrimony in the Baniya community, also known as the Vaishya or Vaisya community, holds profound cultural significance. Baniyas are a prominent business community in India, traditionally engaged in trade and commerce. Their matrimonial practices are deeply rooted in tradition, reflecting their cultural values and societal norms. Understanding Baniya matrimony from a cultural perspective offers insights into the rituals, customs, and beliefs that shape marital unions within this community.

Historical Context:

The history of Baniya matrimony dates back centuries, intertwined with the evolution of trade and commerce in India. As merchants and traders, Baniyas established extensive networks across regions, facilitating not only economic exchanges but also cultural interactions. Marriages within the community served not only as a means of alliance but also as a way to strengthen business ties and expand influence.

Cultural Values:

Baniya matrimony is deeply influenced by cultural values such as tradition, family honour, and social status. The institution of marriage is considered sacred, and significant emphasis is placed on upholding familial customs and rituals. Arranged marriages are prevalent, where parents and elders play a pivotal role in selecting suitable partners based on factors like caste, social standing, and compatibility.

Rituals and Customs:

The wedding ceremony in Baniya matrimony is a grand affair, marked by elaborate rituals and festivities. Preparations begin well in advance, with families meticulously planning every aspect of the event. Traditional customs like 'sagai' (engagement), 'haldi' (turmeric ceremony), and 'mehendi' (henna application) hold special significance and are celebrated with fervour.

One of the most crucial rituals is the exchange of 'jai mala' or floral garlands between the bride and groom, symbolising their acceptance of each other. The 'saptapadi' or seven steps around the sacred fire ('again) is another essential ritual, signifying the couple's vows to each other and their commitment to a lifelong partnership.

Post-wedding customs like 'vidaai' (farewell of the bride) and 'grahpravesh' (bride's entry into the groom's house) are emotional moments filled with blessings and good wishes from family members.

Social Significance:

Baniya matrimony not only binds individuals but also strengthens social bonds within the community. Marriages serve as occasions for networking, fostering camaraderie, and expanding business opportunities. Moreover, alliances between Baniya families often consolidate wealth and influence, contributing to the community's socio-economic prosperity.

Challenges and Adaptations:

While Baniya matrimony remains rooted in tradition, modern influences have also brought about changes in marital practices. Younger generations are increasingly asserting their preferences in partner selection, leading to a blend of traditional and contemporary matchmaking approaches. Additionally, the advent of technology has transformed the process of finding a suitable match, with online matrimonial platforms gaining popularity among Baniya youth.

Conclusion:

Baniya matrimony epitomises the fusion of tradition and modernity, reflecting the community's rich cultural heritage and adaptability. Despite evolving societal dynamics, the core values of familial unity, respect for tradition, and social cohesion continue to shape marital unions within the Baniya community. Understanding Baniya matrimony from a cultural perspective provides valuable insights into the intricacies of one of India's most vibrant and influential communities.

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Understanding Indian American Matchmaking Services

In the broad expanse of cultural diversity that is the United States, the concept of matchmaking retains its traditional relevance, particularly among Indian American communities. Rooted in tradition, family values, and cultural expectations, indian american matchmaking has undergone considerable changes, particularly with the advent of technology and the emergence of Indian matchmaking websites. In this blog article, we’ll look at the growth of Indian American matchmaking, the obstacles it faces, and the role matchmaking services play in establishing diaspora relationships.

Understanding Indian-American Matchmaking For many Indian Americans, the search for a life partner goes beyond personal preferences; it is inextricably linked to familial expectations and cultural customs. Marriage is highly valued in Indian American societies because it is frequently considered as a union of families rather than just two individuals. From planned weddings mediated by family elders to modern ways that combine traditional values with current dating conventions, Indian American matchmaking reflects a diverse set of cultural beliefs and practices. The Evolution of Indian Matchmaking in the United States Over time, Indian American matchmaking has changed in response to shifting socioeconomic circumstances and technological advances. While arranged weddings coordinated by parents and relatives are still common, there has been a clear shift toward more autonomous matchmaking practices, particularly among younger generations. The diaspora’s exposure to Western notions of individualism and passionate love has altered attitudes toward marriage and partner choosing, driving many Indian Americans to seek a mix of tradition and personal preference. The rise of Indian matching services has transformed the way people approach their search for a life companion. These services provide a handy way for Indian Americans to interact with possible partners while negotiating cultural expectations and compatibility. Matchmaking websites leverage algorithms and user choices to speed the partner search process, offering users with a curated selection of partners based on common values, hobbies, and backgrounds. Challenges and Considerations Despite the convenience and accessibility afforded by matchmaking websites, Indian American singles face distinct hurdles in their search for a compatible companion. Navigating the junction of cultural expectations, professional goals, and personal preferences can be difficult, especially for those with various identities and cultural influences. The need to maintain ancestral traditions while embracing individual individuality can lead to difficulties and uncertainty during the matchmaking process. Furthermore, cultural diversity within the Indian American community creates its own set of issues. Regional, linguistic, and religious diversity influence partner preferences and compatibility criteria, adding layers of complication to the matchmaking process. Negotiating these disparities needs open communication, mutual tolerance, and a willingness to welcome diversity within the diaspora. Role of Indian Matchmaking Websites Indian matching websites play an important role in bridging the divide between tradition and modernity in the Indian American community. By allowing people to express their interests, attitudes, and aspirations, these indian matchmaking websites encourage genuine connections based on compatibility and common cultural backgrounds. The anonymity and discretion provided by online platforms allow users to explore possible matches at their leisure while retaining a level of privacy and confidentiality. Furthermore, matchmaking websites promote cultural interchange and community building within the Indian American diaspora. Through forums, blogs, and social events, these platforms build a sense of belonging and solidarity among users, allowing for networking, companionship, and support. Beyond creating romantic relationships, Indian dating websites help to enrich and preserve Indian cultural legacy in the diaspora.

Conclusion Indian American matching exemplifies the dynamic interplay of tradition, modernity, and cultural diversity. From arranged weddings based on ancestral traditions to autonomous pursuits of love and friendship, the search for a life mate represents the rich tapestry of indian matchmaking usa identity and experience. In an age of technology and globalization, matchmaking services facilitate diaspora connection, empowerment, and community engagement. As Indian Americans continue to navigate the complexities of matching in the United States, they value the depth of their cultural background while seizing the opportunities provided by an increasingly linked world. The quest of love and companionship, whether through traditional matchmakers or modern platforms, is a timeless endeavour that crosses borders, languages, and generations in the vivid tapestry of Indian American life.

[banyanway99]

In the Heart of America: Indian Matchmaking Near Me

In a society where relationships matter so much, the search for love can take us in surprising directions. The path can be thrilling and terrifying for individuals looking for a soulmate in India's diverse and vibrant culture. Step into the world of Indian matching, where the quest for love is influenced by a blend of old and new. Searches for "Indian matchmaking near me," "Indian matchmakers in USA," and "Indian matchmaking services" have recently risen to prominence in the modern era of online dating.

The Custom of Matchmaking: Matchmaking is an enduring part of Indian culture that reflects the interplay between individual goals, community bonds, and family values. Matchmakers and wise men formerly oversaw planned marriages, which prioritized marital harmony above passion. The core of matchmaking is still there, but modern methods incorporate both personal preference and long-standing customs.

Local Indian Matchmaking: Embracing the Contemporary Looking for love in a culturally relevant context? The expression "Indian matchmaking near me" sums it up. People in both large cities and small towns look for friends and family inside their own communities and social networks. In the context of known people and places, aided by common beliefs and customs, the search for a life partner takes many forms, from formal introductions within families to more casual meetings at cultural events.

Intercultural Matchmaking: Indians in the United States Striking a balance between traditional practices and modern living is a unique problem for the Indian diaspora, especially in the US. As cultural ambassadors versed in the complexities of both Indian and Western values, Indian matchmakers play a role here that goes beyond mere geography. In the midst of the complexity of ethnic identities, these matchmakers provide a sense of familiarity by bridging cultural barriers through diaspora relationships.

Adapting to the changing demands of modern individuals, matching services in India have grown in popularity in recent years. There is a wide range of preferences and lifestyles catered to by Indian matchmaking services, from algorithm-driven platforms to individual consultations. Whether it's figuring out the intricacies of religion and caste or focusing on common hobbies and beliefs, these services provide a personalized way to discover love in a world that's always evolving.

Overcoming Obstacles, Seizing Chances: Even if matchmaking in India is changing, there are still obstacles. It calls for empathy and honest dialogue to negotiate cultural norms, familial constraints, and personal goals. Tradition and modernity often clash, which leads to discussions on gender roles, individual agency, and social mores. The difficulties that modern Indian culture faces also present chances for learning, discussion, and the reimagining of love.

Love Has No Limits: Crossing Borders No longer are physical distances an obstacle on the path to love in today's interconnected globe. The practice of Indian matching, whether local or distant, mirrors the human need for social connection. People all over the world are looking for genuine connections with others based on common ground, tolerance, and understanding, regardless of where they live or what culture they identify with.

Let us rejoice in the variety of human connection while we learn the complexities of Indian matchmaking. Love is love, whether it's expressed through modern dating apps or old-fashioned arranged weddings. It's an expression of vulnerability, solidarity, and joy. We may add to the richness of the human experience, one love story at a time, by celebrating variety and valuing personal paths.

Finally, the terms "Indian matchmaking near me," "Indian matchmakers in the USA," and "Indian matchmakers in usa" are more than just buzzwords; they reflect the changing dynamics of love and relationships among Indians living abroad. Let us treasure the traditions that unite us as we set out on our adventure, and welcome the opportunities that await us. When one follows their heart in love, they discover their true home and their heart knows no limits.

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Korean language Wedding Custom

The wedding wedding in Korea is quite short as compared to many other civilizations. Most Korean language weddings are only under a 50 % hour, and the ceremony is generally presided more than by a great officiant and an MC. This is because the couple prioritizes the guests’ enjoyment time. Pertaining to https://mashable.com/article/dating-app-messages-tips-examples model, they will typically skip the flower young women and hoop bearer, and a meal will be served right after the wedding. This means that right now there isn’t enough time for remarkable speeches, a song effectiveness, or a big entrance.

The first thing to know about korean wedding party custom is that the wedding couple will not enter the ceremony together. Instead, both equally value packs of parents can walk in separately. The mom of the bride-to-be will carry a purple candle plus the mother with the groom is going to carry a blue candlestick. These colors represent the balance of yin and yang in nature. They also represent each families’ oneness.

Throughout this processional, the officiant might explain precisely what is going on. Then, the mother of this bride plus the mother for the groom definitely will walk up into a platform in which they will lumination the candles. Then a father belonging to the bride as well as the father with the groom will need their spots on either side within the few.

After the mothers have taken their spots, the star of the event south korean girls will be escorted over the aisle by simply her dad or a close male general. The groom’s family group will then follow the bride to the altar, wherever they will recite their marriage vows. After the groom’s father and mother have recited their promises, they will bow to the bride’s mother, and next the few will ribbon and bow to each other within a ceremony referred to as kunbere. The few will then sip jung jong (Korean wine) from gourds which are grown by bride’s mom, and this closes their marriage vow.

In the past, matchmakers would prepare brides and grooms based upon their education level, interpersonal position, and family tree. If the new bride and groom’s families permitted of this plan, they would in that case send a marriage proposal for the other party’s family, exactly who could accept or reject it. In the event the bride and groom had been approved, they would frequently then exchange gifts throughout a ceremony at the bride’s residence known as pye-baek. This included chestnuts and dates, which will represented children, as well as a distinctive wine the fact that bride’s mom poured into a gourd. The bride and groom would definitely then drink the wine and bow for their parents, as a means of exhibiting respect for each other and their father and mother.

Days and nights before the wedding, the soon-to-be husband the only person or along with his friends brings gifts to the bride’s parents. These gifts are placed within a box known as hahm, plus the parents are not able to start the hahm until they will treat the gift giver. These gifts can be very expensive, including money and jewelry. In past times, this was a method to demonstrate the value of the parent-child relationship and have absolutely the bride’s relatives that their particular son or daughter is certainly marrying well. Today, this ceremony is sometimes incorporated into the Paebaek or perhaps takes place during the reception following the couple’s guests have completed their puddings.

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Tarot Cards That Predicts Marriage in the Love Tarot Reading

A tarot card reading can give you insight into what is conceivable at the hour of your reading. Life is capricious and you may not know precisely the way that yours will work out. Tarot cards guide many individuals' lives and steer them in the correct direction.

Loving life is one of the main parts of our lives. One wrong choice in choosing the accomplice and it might destroy many lives. For match making, birth time isn't right or one might not have even birth time subtleties. Tarot also aids in matchmaking and provides astonishing answers to our questions.

Different tarot cards show relationships like engagements and lawful associations, and marriage is one such relationship that is normally demonstrated in tarot cards. People frequently seek out tarot readings with their partners to see where their relationship might go, assuring each other that what they have is working properly.

In any event, drawing a card or two all alone can assist you with planning ahead and offer guidance on how you might have to accomplish your ideal results. On the off chance that you're interested in the potential for marriage in your ongoing relationship, the following are a couple of tarot cards that show marriage in a love tarot reading.

Best Tarot Cards that Predicts Marriage

Ten of Cups This is a definitive marriage card. It flags that you're close to your own idea of a serious relationship. This card conveys an energy of general joy and flourishing. It offers amicability and harmony. It depicts young people, family, and homegrown life. Ten of Cups is the ideal reading in the event that two individuals are in a serious relationship and want to get married and have their very own family. The Ten of Cups addresses the family union and demonstrates a "blissful closure".

Three of Cups The Three of Cups isn't a "marriage" Tarot card per se, but it predicts weddings, engagements, births, baptisms, and other festivals; for this reason, the Three of Cups is on our rundown of marriage cards. In the event that your relationship is now deep-rooted, the Three of Cups can foresee marriage and kids. Anywhere your relationship is at, it could imply that it's setting out toward more serious ground. It's not really a marriage card by its own right, yet it is a decent card to get!

The Hierophant Presumably the most marriage-disapproved card, the Hierophant is exceptionally custom and tradition-oriented. The Hierophant is illustrative of the multitude of customs and traditions that marriage carries with it. It can imply that two individuals regard the organization of marriage in the social sense. Moreover, the Hierophant shows both past and future relationships and engagements.

The World The World is often a positive card for marriage since it addresses the achievement of a critical longing. The World card generally implies a gigantic individual desire having been achieved or going to be achieved, so assuming this card shows up in your tarot card expectation for marriage, it could imply that you've needed to be hitched for quite a while. The world can likewise spell almost certain doom for one colossal cycle, or objective achievement, and the beginning of another one.

Justice Justice is an odd card to get in a tarot card reading for marriage, as it's often viewed as an extremely "cold" card; it's typically exceptionally direct and, surprisingly, clinical. In the event that you see Justice and the Hierophant together in a tarot card expectation for marriage reading, it may be the case that you consider marriage to be an extremely social, customary establishment, limited by law. Justice can imply that you will get your marriage, but it doesn't guarantee that you will have a fantasy wedding.

The Lovers The Lovers doesn't precisely highlight marriage in the most prompt sense. In any case, it is, for the most part, a card addressing sexuality and wants, so it can likewise highlight a relationship persuaded by these and not the establishment of marriage. The couple portrayed on the cards are Adam and Eve, and assuming this card is switched, it could imply that your relationship could take a more obscure or less dedicated turn.

The Sun As you would envision, the sun in our reality is the energy driving all things—new life and fresh starts—and it's comparable in the tarot world as well. The Sun addresses a blissful marriage in tarot readings. Therefore, the Sun is viewed as a positive sign of marriage, particularly in the event that it consolidates with the other marriage cards and focuses on a brilliant future.

The Ten of Pentacles The Ten of Pentacles is another card which is an indication of marriage. The Ten of Pentacles is particularly great for "marriage" questions in the event that you or your lover has inheritable assets. The Ten of Pentacles often predicts that property, organizations, cash, or other assets will be kept in your family and passed down to a more youthful age. As a result, if you or your lover do not yet have your own family, the Ten of Pentacles is a sign that you will soon.

Ending note

These are probably the most significant tarot readings that highlight a marriage or union in individuals' lives. These can be interpreted as extremely specific indicators for couples who have previously considered taking steps forward and for individuals who are optimistic about a happy married life in the future!

Tarot cards are the best divination tool with a combination of the two components of human power and the otherworldly plane. The cards can show you what lies in front of you for an extensive stretch of time from here on out.

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Miho’s Bachelorette Party

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“You didn’t actually think you were going to get away with getting married without a bachelorette party, did you?” Jazz smirked, when Miho actually didn’t look all that enthused.

“You did,” Miho pointed out. “Sneaky tart.”

“Aaaand you wish you’d thought of it,” Jazz grinned, not the least bit put off by Miho’s attitude. “You could use a bit of fun.”

“You’re a respectable married woman and I am about to be,” Miho reasoned. “Neither of us can go around acting like we used to – hell, I’m nearly forty.”

“All the more reason to go out with a bang,” Jazz pointed out.

“There will be no banging at this party,” Miho growled, but Jazz then knew she’d won.

“Ah! So you agree? Excellent, I’ll get planning,” she declared in triumph, and Miho’s shoulders slumped.

“God damnit – no strippers either,” Miho cursed.

“Jeez you are getting old,” Jazz teased.

Sighing, Miho waved her hand in a gesture of defeat.

“You know Subaru is arranging Goto’s bachelor party, and Kurosawa is sulking,” Jazz added.

“Even after we invited him to be a groomsman?” Miho grumbled. “I know he’s sore about your friend being the photographer, but whose wedding does he think this is?”

“Maybe you should have asked him to be flower girl like we first thought?” Jazz laughed.

“Eloping does sound kind of nice,” Miho mused absently, placing her chin on hand, elbow on the desk. “Can’t believe you beat me to it.”

“Eventually we’ll do a thing,” Jazz told her. “You and I have both done this before, but Kuni hasn’t, and neither has Goto.”

“Well if Seiji’s upset I’m not wearing white, he hasn’t said anything,” Miho murmured, rubbing her forehead a little. “Not sure how his folks will take the dark grey, it’s hardly traditional.”

“You said they weren’t overly formal right? And Goto’s brother didn’t seem to have a problem with it,” Jazz reasoned.

“True, but since… I get the impression he feels indebted so I doubt he’d say anything even if he did disagree.”

“Dealing with family is hard work huh?” Jazz exhaled, and Miho looked up, narrowing her eyes on her best friend.

“Right, at least the Goto family isn’t still living in the Dark Ages,” Miho nodded, then a slow smile spread. “If they cause you guys any more trouble, you know…”

She’d been going for her staple line - I was an assassin in a past life - because apparently the narrator can’t figure out any more witty one-liners, but she stopped for reasons we are all well aware of.

“After the shit I’ve endured on account of interfering families,” Jazz smiled, covering for her, “I’d sooner throttle them myself.”

  There were some things that Jazz refused to tell Miho about her bachelorette party - just as Goto was kept in the dark by Subaru. For this reason, Miho was left in a state of anxiousness - not because she thought Jazz or the others would hurt her - but more perhaps that her own nature might have led Jazz’s bachelorette party down some pretty wild rabbit holes.

On the night, dolled up as one would for a night on the town, Miho was escorted by her entourage of Jazz, H, Rose and Liana to what Jazz promised would be the first of several bars that had paved Miho’s road to Goto.

  “Conte? Really?” Miho queried, and that won her an elbow in the ribs.

“You have no idea how much effort I went to to organise all this,” Jazz hissed.

“Yeah well, I still get the distinct impression I’m the entertainment,” Miho replied.

“Of course you are! Did you think we do this so you could have fun? Nu-uh… it’s all for our own amusement,” Jazz grinned evilly and opened the door to the cafe on the ground floor of one of a thousand apartment buildings in the city.

Oh yes, it had been a pain to find all these places they would visit this night, but it was better than what she had originally planned. Or dragging Miho through strip clubs for example - a suggestion that came from Kyobashi of course.   

Jazz on the other hand came up with slightly devious plan that could or could not work. They would visit this cafe and bars with Miho where she had met former lovers. A tour through her colourful past. For the end of the evening Jazz had planned some kind of reconciliation, just in case Miho got grumpy being reminded of all the affairs she had before she found Goto. Although Jazz had made sure only to visit bars that would remember Miho of encounters that ended on good terms.

She had reserved tables in every venue and here the table was actually decorated, much to Jazz’s joy. Yoshio - joint proprietor of Conte- brought the first round of drinks for the night and Rose scrunched up her nose at the glitter on the table, but they all clinked glasses and toasted to Miho and Goto.

“I swear, if I see a stripper somewhere you get into serious trouble,” Miho grumbled but Jazz only laughed.

“In a cafe? No, no strippers, I promise, but feel free to flash when you feel like it,” Jazz pushed a shot glass into Miho’s hand and laughed happily when the bride-to-be groaned.

“Really?”

“Yeah, but not now. Hold onto the glass, though, you will need it later. It’s your personal shot glass for tonight.”

Jazz winked and grabbed her own glass, turned a bit and chatted with Liana about how the newlywed life was treating her.

Though they’d started with shots, Mika and Yoshio soon brought over platters of food - a good thing considering how Miho figured the evening would go.

Not everyone seemed pleased with the little party stowed away in one corner. Light gray eyes peered over at them in disdain, the lone seated man who owned them wearing a surly expression.

Miho and the girls didn’t notice him, but the pair of men who then entered did.

“Jesus Ichiya,” Takamune cursed. “You look even more sour than usual.”

“He can’t help it,” Ayato snickered. “He was born that way.”

The pair then looked over when boisterous laughter erupted.

“What’s going on over there?” Ayato asked Mika who had returned to the bar.

“Bachelorette party,” Mika chuckled. “Good thing Conte’s their first stop - they seem pretty wild.”

“Huh,” Ayato mused thoughtfully, trying to get a better look. “That could be fun.”

Ichiya made a disgusted sound.

And just at that moment, Jazz nudged (see pushed) Miho to her feet, demanding she demonstrate correct tequila shot protocol.

“Miho?” Ayato dropped in surprise, and Miho’s gaze shifted and locked with his.

“Oh…” she dropped, sort of trapped there with the shot glass poised. “Hi Ayato, fancy seeing you… here…”

Then her head snapped to look down at Jazz.

“You sneaky bitch,” Miho hissed. “Of course, why the hell else would we come here for a party like this.”

Ayato mosied on over, and it was H who recognised him first.

“No way, Hidaka Ayato?” she blurted over the top of her own shot glass.

“Yep,” Jazz grinned proudly. “And guess who had a short but exceptionally torrid affair with him not that long ago.”

“Oh fuck me,” Miho groaned.

“You still offering?” Ayato questioned.

“I’m getting married so…” holding up her hand and displaying her engagement ring.

“I’m offering,” Rose piped up, raising her hand.

“Me too,” H put in.

“I almost wish I could,” Liana added.

“Why don’t you join us Mr. Hidaka?” Jazz suggested, dragging Miho down and over in the booth, making room for him next to the bride-to-be.

Ayato looked over his shoulder at Taka, who stood there with an unreadable expression on his face.

“That is totally Kitami Takamune,” H whispered to Rose, who looked totally blank.

“Who?”

“Superstar soccer player, duh,” H clarified.

“Didn’t know you were into soccer H,” Miho hummed, pointedly ignoring where Ayato still stood beside her just outside the booth.

“Soccer, not so much - hot soccer players though, different story,” H grinned, and Miho had to laugh, shaking her head.

“So?” Jazz prompted. “Drinks are on us, and you can even invite your grumpy friend over there - he’s kind of attractive.”

“Kind of?” Ichiya sneered.

“Would probably look better with his shirt off,” Jazz added thoughtfully, and this caused Ayato to let out a loud laugh, and Ichiya to look even more unimpressed.

“Hey, no strippers remember?” Miho reminded Jazz.

“Hey, I doubt that’s his official occupation, so it wouldn’t count,” Liana argued lightly.

“A stripper?” Ichiya balked indignantly, but it seemed Ayato liked the idea of this, and sat down next to Miho.

“Marriage huh?” he said, nudging her lightly.

Miho, like Jazz and H, was also not Japanese, and it seemed as a result that her partners felt free to be as familiar with her in public as they so chose.

“Who’d you find more awesome than me?” he added, and Miho pursed her lips.

“I don’t recall you being this arrogant,” she huffed.

“Eh maybe chalk it up to jealousy,” he smirked. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a good mature woman who isn’t batshit crazy?”

This nearly caused Jazz to spit out her mouthful, and a dribble may have escaped at the corner of Rose’s lips.

“I guess we weren’t together long enough for you to get to the batshit crazy part,” Miho declared, her voice tight.

Her eyes flickered up at Taka’s approach, then beyond at where Ichiya had turned in his seat, but hadn’t gotten up.

“So come on,” H encouraged. “Dish all the dirt, no censorship.”

“Ahh no,” Miho shut down, and poured herself another shot.

“You’re going to half-ass your last hoorah as a single woman?” Ayato snuffed. “Poor form. If you won’t tell them, I will - you know, provided this isn’t going to get splashed around the tabloids.”

“Yeah maybe you shouldn’t spill the beans,” Taka offered, even as Liana slid a shot glass in front of him and filled it.

“More drinking, less discouraging,” she told him firmly.

“We met here actually,” Ayato began. “And really it was all…”

Miho slapped her hand over his mouth.

“They’ll only be casting you in female roles from now on if you say a word more,” she threatened, then pulled her hand away with a yelp when he actually licked her. “What the hell?”

“You used to appreciate my tongue,” he chortled, and the ladies at the table laughed, while Taka blushed and Ichiya shook his head, still on the other side of the room.

What followed was a truly no holds barred rundown of the very physical relationship Miho had with the young television and film star, that ultimately ended when they decided sneaking around and keeping out of the media was a bit too much hassle, and he needed to focus on his career.

“Is Miho actually blushing?” Liana asked, leaning across the table a little.

“I’ve had half a bottle of sake already,” Miho pointed out huffily. “And you lot ate all the wings.”

“Here, put this in your mouth,” Ayato suggested, and though he was offering Miho a prawn gyoza, everyone else at the table lost it laughing.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Miho sighed, but took the proffered item and bit into it.

When the food was gone, it was time for them to move on - Jazz did the shoving since her glass seemed suspiciously free of alcohol.

“One for the road?” Ayato offered, just before Miho and the girls exited the building, and Miho paused.

“I don’t think s…” she began, but he’d already pecked her on the lips before she could quite finish. “God damnit Ayato, I was an…”

“...assassin in a past life!” came a chorus of giggly female voices behind them.

“Forget marriage,” Ayato grinned cheekily. “You’re going to need all the luck you can get just to survive tonight.”

Bidding Miho goodbye, she moved to the curb where the rest of the girls had gathered beside a sleek, black stretch limousine.

“Look,” Jazz prompted, holding her cell phone out to Miho, and Miho read the text message aloud.

“Wanted to make sure you girls got around safely, heart Kuni. Huh, so he’s trying to buy my trust is he?” she added, and Jazz scowled. “Fine, fine, evidence he cares for our wellbeing accepted. Tell him I said thank you, and I’ll do it myself later.”

“Can’t believe Mr. Aikawa sent us a limo,” H grinned, then blinked when the driver finally exited, took off his cap and bowed to them dramatically.

“My name is Baba Mitsunari, and I’ll be your dashingly handsome chauffeur for this evening,” Baba declared with a flourish.

“I doubt it very much Aikawa sent us a limo with you as the driver, Baba,” Miho pointed out, eyeing him, and he looked a little wounded. “Uh huh, what did you do with the actual driver?”

“He’s having a lovely time with a hostess at the Tres Spades,” he grinned. “I’m hurt you think I did something untoward.”

Pouting, he opened the back door and motioned the party inside, but Miho lingered outside a little longer.

“Sexism aside, bachelorette parties are supposed to be a women only affair, Baba,” she pointed out, and in response he slung his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a sideways hug.

“Oh come on Miho, pleeeeease?” he whined, but he was still grinning. “It’s not like I got invited to Goto’s shindig, though if I’m honest, I think I’ll have a whole lot more fun with you than him.”

His wink suggested much.

“Uh huh, we had our fun,” she told him sternly, then sighed. “But, I suppose, provided you stay sober and fully clothed, I’ll let you tag along.”

“Thank you,” he beamed, kissing her on the cheek before releasing her, and Miho shook her head.

“Oh I hope I don’t regret this.”

  Their next destination was much more upmarket, a bar with a sophisticated atmosphere, soft jazz music and low lighting - and Miho knew exactly who she Jazz wanted her to ‘run into’ here.

“Oh, you really are evil,” Miho growled under her breath, and Jazz just smiled happily.

Payback for all the twisted things Miho got her involved in… and all that fucking glitter.

“So what’s the story with this one?” Liana asked, ever the journalist even after a few drinks.

She asked this as they entered, and being the group of five fabulously dressed women that they were, they turned heads, including not one, but two Miho knew.

Intimately.

“This is bad,” she admitted to herself, and Rose gave her a prod in the back.

“Okay, who is it then? Is he here? He? She?”

“They,” Miho conceded, and Jazz’s eyes sparkled.

Just because she knew their haunts didn’t mean the guys she was after would actually be there, but this time - a two for one deal.

“They?” H laughed, scanning the room until she saw two men in suits seated together, who looked at each other, then over at Miho, then back at each other.

“Off you go!” Jazz ‘encouraged’ giving Miho a shove in their direction, and so Miho had no choice to continue along that trajectory, or make a really obvious and embarrassing retreat; as if she could do that.

Regaining her composure, she left her counterparts/torturers and approached the two men, who stood when she drew within conversational proximity.

“Well, this isn’t awkward at all, is it gentlemen?” she began sheepishly, planting hands on her hips.

“Awkward?” the black haired man responded with a gentle smile.

A smile Miho knew masked a very astute, sneaky mind capable of some incredibly loin-achingly sexy thoughts.

And he knew how to action those thoughts, the recollection of which obviously showed in Miho’s eyes, because he stepped forward to take her hand and kiss her on the cheek before she could recoil.

“I was thinking it’s rather nice to see you again,” he said clearly, even as Miho placed her left hand on his chest and pushed him from her personal space. “The feeling isn’t mutual perhaps?” he queried, tilting his head a little to the side, and it was criminal how a grown man, collected, calm and very adult, could suddenly look so cute. “If that were the case, why come to say hello at all?”

Then the other man cleared his throat, and Miho slid her gaze to him.

“Sorry Dr. Irie,” she apologised and he raised a brow, watching her and the man who still stood quite close to Miho, adjusting his glasses slightly.

“I’m not sure you ever addressed me that formally,” he commented. “And I have to admit being a little jealous that Yukihisa got to reprise intimacies with you, and I have not.”

Their voices were of the kind of volume that they didn’t travel far, but the other girls, Baba in tow, had inched their way with surprising stealth, to a nearby table. When they heard Irie’s comment, laughter tittered, and Miho ground her teeth and fought against what was surely not going to be the last blush of the evening.

“Sorry, Soichiro,” Miho exhaled after a few seconds getting her thoughts together.

“So you’ll join us then?” Yukihisa Maki prompted more than questioned, and he stepped back to pull a chair out for her.

“That depends,” Miho replied, flickering her gaze to the rest of her posse, “how you feel about the rest of my bachelorette party not just joining you, but also asking all sorts of inappropriate questions about our past relationship.”

The problem was, she knew he’d have no issue, he was not shy, nor in any way ashamed of the things they had done, and they places they had done them.

“Bachelorette party?” Soichiro repeated, narrowing his gaze on Miho - and much to the delight of her crew - Miho actually squirmed. “You’re getting married?”

“No need to sound so surprised,” Miho grumbled.

“It’s just, I have to wonder what changed your mind,” Soichiro smiled, but his gaze was intense. “You were so adamant you’d never marry again.”

“This is a topic of conversation you had with her So?” Yukihisa questioned, a little surprised.

“Of course,” Soichiro answered easily. “She turned me down.”

“You did not tell me that part!” Jazz blurted loudly, leaning in their direction, right across Rose’s lap.

Both Soichiro and Yukihisa then turned their focus to the group of women and their token male - who incidentally H was attempting to apply lipstick to.

“Must have slipped my mind,” Miho sniffed, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, until Yukihisa took hold of her wrist and pulled her toward where the other party had congregated.

“This looks interesting,” he declared, lips poised just shy of a smirk. “I think we’d all like to hear this story, So.”

“Sorry,” Miho chuckled bitterly, but she did feel sorry for Soichiro, since he was the one who got refused.

She then introduced the two men to the group, and then her friends to them, before everyone was seated around one table.

“Did she break your heart Dr. Irie?” Rose asked boldly.

It certainly helped that new alcohol had landed - and Miho somewhat reluctantly put down her special shot glass and allowed it to be filled. Yukihisa sitting on her left watched her take a little sip, then throw it all back when Soichiro began to speak.

“If I’m honest,” he began, then Miho interjected.

“You don’t have to answer them,” she asserted. “It’s their mission tonight to humiliate me, you needn’t be a victim too-OW!”

That was Jazz’s toe connecting with Miho’s shin.

“I was in love with her, that is why I proposed,” Soichiro admitted with a nod, and Miho just couldn’t look at him.

The others, however, were waiting for him to continue with baited breath.

“And she crushed you beneath her bootheel?” H guessed.

“Jeez, I’m not a complete monster,” Miho grumbled, and Yukihisa offered to refill her glass.

“Emphasis on the complete, Princess,” Baba smirked. “You can be a real monster when you…”

“Baba!” Miho snapped, and the women laughed again.

“You too?” Yukihisa queried.

Apparently he’d already known about Soichiro and wasn’t bothered at all, but he looked perhaps a little vexed when Baba nodded quite happily in confirmation.

“You know, this all makes me out to be some kind of belligerent slut humping half of Tokyo and destroying the hopes and dreams of the other.”

“Accurate,” Jazz fake-coughed, then yelped when Miho kicked her under the table.

“I met Soichiro not long after moving to Japan okay?” Miho pouted, then forced herself to look at him. “I never meant to hurt you.”

This time there was no laughter.

“I know,” he smiled gently, making eye contact.

And suddenly the image of waking up next to him without his glasses flashed in her mind’s eye.

“Allow me to lighten the mood again with the tale of how Miho and I fell in with one another,” Yukihisa offered, breaking the soberness that had settled.

“Fell is accurate,” Miho agreed, glad to wade out of the tension.

“In loooooove?” Liana crooned with a grin.

“On my ass actually,” Miho clarified wryly. “Damn near broke my ankle.”

“He attacked you?” Rose scoffed. “Can’t think that would’ve worked out so well for him.”

“Nah,” Miho chuckled.

“She was pretty bruised afterwards though,” Jazz piped up, leaving what she meant intentionally vague so everyone else would indeed jump to the wrong conclusion.

“The swelling was quite bad for just a sprain,” Yukihisa nodded. “But some context. I believe our Miho came to the firm where I still work in search of some advertising suggestions for her matchmaking business.”

“Our matchmaking business,” the women all said together, then dissolved into cackles.

“I see,” Yukihisa chuckled. “Well, it was quite a busy evening when she was leaving, and the elevator was quite full…”

“Miho is a big fan of elevators,” Jazz snickered.

“If you’re referring to that time you saw Seiji and I, we didn’t do anything in the elevator,” Miho declared smugly.

“Oh yeah?” Jazz challenged. “What about that time wi…”

“Stop making this worse!” Miho exclaimed, lurching across Yukihisa to try and put her hand over Jazz’s mouth.

But Jazz wriggled away, basically leaving Miho sprawled across Yukihisa’s lap.

“You always did like a good spanking,” he mused, his face completely placid and composed as he said this, and he lifted one hand like he meant to actually do it.

But it was caught by Soichiro, who sent him a warning look.

“Come now, she’s spoken for,” he reminded his friend.

“And doing everything she can to distract us from the story,” Liana pointed out, as Miho sat up, still glaring at Jazz.

“She’s good at providing distraction also,” Yukihisa laughed. “Where were we?”

“Elevator,” the chimed again.

“Right,” he nodded. “Miho got a little jostled by the crowd, and ended up twisting her ankle.”

“Damsel in distress huh?” H smirked.

“More like angry as hell,” Miho huffed. “Broke the heel of a four hundred dollar pair of shoes.”

“You were fully reimbursed for that,” Yukihisa noted.

“And adequately compensated?” Jazz probed.

“I like to think a little more than just adequately,” Yukihisa replied smugly, looking sideways at Miho’s face, and she cleared her throat.

“Yeah okay, I can’t complain,” she admitted.

“It really was a case of one thing leading to another,” Yukihisa went on. “I iced and bandaged her ankle, by which time it was quite late, so I offered to drive her home.”

“Innocently of course, no ulterior motive,” Rose supposed.

“Was I thinking about crawling my hands up her leg while I was tending to her injury?” he posed rhetorically. “Absolutely.”

“She was technically your patient,” Soichiro stated, the first thing he’d said in a little bit.

“Which is entirely why…” Yukihisa began, but Miho cut him off.

“He was entirely appropriate,” she declared staunchly. “Set me on the couch, elevated my ankle and even made tea.”

Then she bit her lip.

“It wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to kiss and tell,” Yukihisa then added, and the girls groaned in disappointment.

“What about you, Dr. Irie?” Baba asked shamelessly. “You ever get Miho to wear a cute little nurse’s outfit?”

At this, Soichiro’s cheeks reddened.

“That’s totally an admission,” Rose smirked, but Soichiro remained tight-lipped.

“Apparently gentlemen don’t roleplay kinky doctor-nurse scenarios and tell either,” Jazz teased, then looked over at Miho. “You ever play dress-ups with Goto, before you play getting undressed?”

“For some reason I’m now imagining him wearing a huge Domo costume,” Rose laughed.

“Oh I want that,” Miho nodded enthusiastically, again, dodging the question.

Alcohol flowed, but it wasn’t long before Soichiro excused himself, congratulating Miho on her engagement, and making his retreat - and Miho felt really guilty.

“Don’t look like that,” Yukihisa told her. “You may have broken his heart back then, but it mended. He’s seeing someone now, and they’ve been together for nearly seven or eight months.”

It wasn’t like Miho thought she was the be all and end all, but showing up like they had, with the new and questions they had, still seemed a bit rude at the very least - and Jazz would probably hear about it later. WIth him gone, Yukihisa seemed a little more open about being open, and so Miho had to sit through him regaling a great list of all the places - many of them public - he and Miho had gotten hot and heavy.

“Shameful,” Baba judged, shaking his head.

“As if you can talk!” Miho ejected, nearly spilling her drink.

They had consumed quite a bit, and all the women were beginning to feel it.

“Might I suggest you pause for some water before moving on to your next victim?” Yukihisa said.

“Doctor’s orders?” Miho grinned, substantially inebriated.

“Oh that brings back memories,” he noted, and appeared to be drifting into some recollection.

“God I wish I could see what he’s seeing right now,” Rose grinned, leaning against H a little.

“I’ll get the water,” Miho stated, sliding away from their table, swaying a little as she walked, muttering her hopes Yukihisa kept his mouth shut.

What he was thinking about, however, popped into her mind - a colourfully sweet blur of dangerously borderline sado-masochism executed in department store dressing rooms, train bathrooms and a multitude of other places where they could have been caught in flagrante delicto.

“Jesus,” she hissed out as she reached the bar.

“Nope, the name’s Go,” the cheerful young man behind the bar smiled. “Though we’ve met before I’m sure.”

“But not slept together,” Miho leveled, narrowing her eyes at him, searching her list just to make sure he wasn’t on it.

“No, but I wouldn’t be against it,” he chuckled. “Though I hear you’re getting married soon.”

“That’s the rumour,” she nodded. “And I love him, and any further attempts to get me all worked up over past indiscretions is going to be met with some serious… some serious…”

She was trying to be serious, and trying to articulate it was beginning to upset her a little more than just ‘flustered’, especially given how Soichiro had reacted, but her mind was now a bit fuzzy.

“Here,” Go said, moving around the bar with a tray, fresh glasses, and several jugs of water.

“Thanks,” Miho smiled a little sheepishly, suddenly aware of her drunken rambling.

  Meanwhile, at Goto’s bachelor party…

(Art by @jove-bluh)

Once Miho’s party was watered, they bid farewell to Yukihisa - who made a point of kissing Miho’s cheek as a parting gift - and Baba prepared to drive them to their next location.

“Change of plans,” Jazz announced, giving Miho’s linked arm a squeeze.

Miho inhaled before explaining.

“Since you are an interloper in what is traditionally supposed to be a woman only affair,” she announced, “we, or rather them - the committee for embarrassing Miho as much as possible in one night - have decided you require an appropriate induction into the sisterhood.”

“Uhmm…” Baba stalled, looking from flushed face to flushed evilly grinning face.

“To Shibuya!” Liana declared, pointing dramatically, and they all piled into the limo.

  Jazz: Lingerie first.

Baba: Something lacy.

H: Something minimal.

Rose: Like Jazz minimal?

Jazz: Hey!

Miho -seriously-: Jazz is right, we don’t want Baba to lose his panties five minutes after buying them.

Jazz -indignantly-: Hey!

Miho: If I’m honest, I have to wonder if Baba will be able to get himself into women’s lingerie.

Baba -nodding sagely while driving-: It’s true, I am an expert in the removal of such garments. I’m going to need a tutorial with live demonstrations. I’m a visual learner after all.

Jazz: You’re a perv after all.

Baba: Hurtful!

The girls: Accurate!

Rose: Wax or shave?

Miho -eyes shining-: Ooooh let’s wax him!

Baba -in horror, narrowly missing a pedestrian-: Excuse me?

H: Well it’s either that, or you’re going to have to lather up somewhere and shave those pins.

Miho -scoffing-: Pfft. Wax. Chest. Back. Legs. Buttcrack.

Baba: BUTTCRACK?!

Miho -cackling insanely until she starts coughing-: And ballsa…

Baba -with much urgency-: I’ll shave my legs! I’ll shave! Jazz don’t let her near me - she’s drunk and mean!

Jazz -snickering-: She doesn’t have to be drunk for that.

  20 mins later

  Baba -strolling with the girls back toward the limo-: Are you sure this dress doesn’t make my bum look big?

H -pinches said bum-: Seems fine to me.

Baba -shifting his weight uncomfortably-: Is a thong supposed to be that far up my...

Miho -snickering-: Well you should have let me wax it.

Jazz: If you can't taste your thong, it's not properly in place yet.

Liana -grumbling-: I still think he needs pigtails.

H -wrinkling her nose-: A grown woman isn’t going to pick up a respectable man wearing pigtails.

Baba: That’s okay, I prefer my men a little on the irreverent side.

Jazz -thinking… pondering… grinning, then cutting a glance at H-: I know your perfect match.

H -bites her lip to keep from cackling-

Rose: He still walks like a wharfie, Baba, you need to sashaaaaay.

Baba: Like this? -struts a few wobbly steps- Damnit these are uncomfortable -topples onto road-

  Despite the lengthening of the hour, the streets were still busy. Baba’s unceremonious topple to the asphalt caused a car to swerve just in time to miss him, and screech to a halt, much to the relief of Baba and the girls.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Miho blurted, as they all scrambled to Baba’s side in order to help him to his feet.

Lamentably, Baba peered at them and slowly raised his left hand.

“My stockings are ruined and I chipped a nail!” he wailed dramatically, just as the driver of the car exited his vehicle and started toward them.

“Do you have any idea how lucky you are?” he declared - not scowling, not viperous, just stating the cold hard truth that Baba could have ended up with far more than just cosmetic damage.

He adjusted his glasses as the posse of woman relocated the footpath, perhaps actually seeking an answer to what had surely been a rhetorical question - when his eyes fell upon Miho.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Miho dropped, and she looked to Jazz accusingly, but Liana was the next to speak.

“Hiiiiideki?” she questioned, considerably more drunk - it seemed - than the others. “What are you…?”

“Hideki?” Rose repeated, looking at the man and raising an eyebrow, even as Liana lurched in the man’s direction.

“Miho,” the man said flatly, completely disregarding Liana until she reached for him. “Excuse me?”

H and Jazz and Rose studied the man a few seconds, while, Baba took Liana by the arm to prevent her from accosting him.

“Whoa, they really do bear an uncanny resemblance, don’t they?” Jazz murmured, looking from him, back to Miho. “Wait… you… and him?”

Miho sighed.

“And now you know why I passed Ishigami on to you,” Miho pointed out, and there was bitterness in her voice.

Though she’d been embarrassed, teased, had her sordid past explored throughout the evening, Miho had enjoyed herself - now, however, she did not look the least bit impressed.

“Are you really going to ignore me after your friend very nearly caused an accident?” the man soured, and with another heavy exhale, Miho faced him properly.

“Our most sincere apologies for the inconvenience, Mr. Hayami,” Miho apologised, but it was exaggerated, as was the depth of her bow.

The stumble as she righted herself, however, was not exaggerated, and she was lucky Jazz caught her elbow.

“Are you drunk?” Hayami frowned, stepping closer to scrutinise the flush of her face.

The reach of his hand toward her cheek, was not well-met; in fact Miho shuffled back just out of reach with a frown.

“Oh yes,” she snapped. “In addition to being a disposable whore, I’m a total lush.”

At this everyone blinked but Hayami.

“I am quite sure those aren’t my words,” he frowned, ever so slightly, adjusting his glasses just the way Ishigami did.

“Wha?” Liana scowled, looking really confused between Miho and Hayami. “Miho, did you?”

“Mhm,” Miho confirmed in defiance, wriggling free from Jazz and planting her hands on her. “Actions do speak louder than words anyway - I got the message very clearly. Did you get the job?”

In response, Hayami shifted his feet, and it took all of Miho’s drunken self control not to relish in the atypically uncomfortable set of his body.

“Yes, in point of fact I did,” he said after a few seconds.

“What job?” Liana scowled, still convinced the man Miho was facing off against was her husband.

“Congratulations,” Miho smiled, but it was razor-edged and laced with spite. “Happily married then I hope?”

Hayami cleared his throat. He was under no true obligation to explain what had occurred during and after his bid for the CEO position - and yet with her glowering at him like that he felt… guilty?

“Actually,” he began, “she brought in her own lawyer, had the contract she signed voided on grounds of coercion, and is now working at another company.”

The snort of derision that emerged from Miho was not the slightest bit lady-like.

“So you won by default and didn’t even have to get hitched to get there?” she laughed, shaking her head. “Kicking goals. I hope you enjoy that big, cold corner office Mr. Hayami; I trust the sacrifices were worth it.”

It wasn’t a question because she didn’t care what his answer was.

Ending the conversation, Miho turned her body entirely to jazz and the others.

“I think I’m sobering up - we should do something about that,” she declared decisively, and only looked over her shoulder when Rose and H stepped around and in behind her, frowning.

“Sorry about the car thing,” Rose apologised, but her voice was flat, and conveyed absolutely the opposite of contrition.

“You should probably get back to the office,” H put in sharply. “Don’t let us waylay you any longer - we have Miho’s engagement to celebrate.”

The hand that Hayami had reached toward Miho lowered slowly, and Haymi drew himself back up and behind a well practiced mask of indifference. He offered them no parting sentiments, but retreated from Miho’s ‘guard’ and returned to his car.

“Bet you’re glad you didn’t try to put that guy on our bar crawl tour of debauchery,” Miho grated, rolling her shoulders like she actually might have liked to throw down and kick the guy’s ass.

“I might have, if you’d told me about him,” Jazz responded, eyes narrowed.

Miho sighed and began again in the direction of the limousine, pointedly ignoring the disappearing shape of Hayami’s car.

“Come on Miho, spill it,” Rose urged, and grumpily Miho glanced back.

“Sure, pass me the salt to rub in this wound,” she griped.

“Oh come on,” Jazz snorted. “It can’t hurt that much considering you have yourself a Goto-shaped bandaid.”

“Pride injuries take a while to heal,” Miho explained bitterly. “But seeing as you all asked so nicely - I was seeing this successful executive of Sanno Corporation, the CEO’s assistant in fact, and in the scheme of our journey tonight, I suppose he was the most recent. He looks like such a stiff, all pressed shirts and shined shoes, but we’d meet at all times of the day and night, stayed in at least half the five star hotels in Tokyo, and he often paid for me to meet him in other cities.”

They listened intently, and when they reached the limo, Miho turned to continue.

“I guess, at some point, having a toothbrush in his apartment, a drawer of underwear, several outfits, a mug of my own, started to feel like we’d crossed over into more serious territory and… maybe I even entertained the idea that we could…”

Then she snorted again.

“Then Sanno’s CEO died, leaving behind this ludicrous manifesto outlining the most outrageous corporate succession plan I’ve ever heard of, and Hayami was executor of his instructions. The dead CEO’s granddaughter, who didn’t even know he was her grandfather, needed to undertake a series of relationship oriented goals with one of the company executives and at the end, marry him - then he, not she would get ultimate control over the company.”

“What the actual fuck,” H spat.

“Yeah,” Miho laughed pithily. “No woman would ever agree to that shit right? So they tricked her into signing an agreement she would participate, and tried to blackmail her into involvement by threatening the collapse of the company and the destitution to all its employees.”

“That’s no way to treat a woman,” Baba scowled.

“Right?” Miho growled, but it was followed by another sigh. “Anyway. There was a list of potential executive grooms and…”

“Hayami was one of them?” Jazz filled in.

“So he dumped you for a shot at the top job,” Rose spat. “Wow, I really feel the need to have words with this guy.”

“Packed all my stuff into a cardboard box and called me over to ‘explain’ the situation; said I was a ‘smart girl’ who would obviously understand it was an opportunity he’d be mad to ignore,” Miho frowned.

Her voice had lost its sharpness though; guess it really did still hurt a bit.

“Asshole even tried to kiss me after saying marrying that woman was what was best for his life,” she chuckled sadly, then forced her gaze up into the face of her friends. “Not me.”

“I know some people who could ruin his reputation if you’re still feeling wrathful,” Baba offered, and this caused Miho’s lips to tweak upward.

“Nah,” she shrugged wryly. “At the end of the day, he can go home to that empty apartment and feed his stupid fish, because they’re the only ones there for him now.”

“That’s the spirit!” Jazz grinned.

“Uuugh,” Liana groaned. “Do you have to mention spirits?”

Liana’s question helped to dispel some of the tension and got them giggling again as they climbed into the limo, and when they were settled

“Forget that creep,” Jazz announced once the limo was in motion. “Now it’s time to get properly serious.”

She grabbed the bottle of champagne sitting in the chiller and offered refills. When all glasses were full again she turned to face Miho who sat next to her, frantically trying not to laugh.

“So here’s the deal. Being a bride means you will be a wife soon. Being a wife means – connubialities. I know that sounds scary but we thought it’s better for us to warn you before THINGS surprise you in the end.”

H almost spluttered her rum over the seats and Rose raised an eyebrow.

“Liana here was kind enough to give me a rundown on the topic-“

The mentioned woman blushed and looked shocked like a deer in the headlights, there had of course never been a conversation like that.

“And as your friend I think it’s my duty to fill you in. Here we go.”

Jazz took a deep breath and actually one of Miho’s hands, trying to fix her expression into a concerned, serious one but it was hard. It really was. Jazz cleared her throat.

“So when you are married you will share a bed and he will – and this part is inevitable, because it’s his nature – he will want you to do THINGS with him. He might start with kissing you – I know, I know, it’s embarrassing but it’s part of being married after all. So he will kiss you and this time it won’t be the chaste kiss from the wedding, but something feral. With – oh my god, I can’t even say is…” Jazz fanned her face with her free hand and H cracked up, tears forming in her eyes.

“He will put his tongue into your mouth,” Rose deadpanned.

Jazz nodded gravely, H let out a faked but very disgusted sounding “eeeewwwwww”. Liana had to hold back not to laugh.

“Thank you, Rose. I’m not sure I would have been able to say it myself,” Jazz continued. “So, after sticking his tongue into your mouth – a sanitarily questionable act – it will only get worse. He will want to undress you and while he’s at it, also himself. Maybe he will even want you to undress him. Try not to look, it’s rather startling.”

Miho rolled her eyes but H deliberately ignored her and followed the vague script the girls had drafted before.

“Startling? Why?”

Again it was Rose to give the answer. “Well, men look differently than women. I could draw you a picture.”

“I bet you could,” Miho grumbled and Jazz chuckled.

“Anyway, you are right, Rose. I’ve heard that, too. For one thing there is the shocking lack of boobs.”

“Good thing Miho has enough of that for both of them,” H piped up.

“That she has,” Liana dryly stated only for the rest to burst out into laughter again.

Except for Miho, but at least she grinned smugly.

“But the most important difference lies somewhere else…” Jazz continued after catching her breath.

“Yeah, between his legs,” H added.

“Exactly. So while girls have a cute little lovebox, guys have something else. Their - trouser snake.”

Another round of roaring laughter and now even Miho had to chuckle.

“So when a man and a woman are married, the man usually wants to stick his wing dang doodle  into her altar of love. It’s just as disgusting as it sounds but you have to let him. You are only a full-fledged woman and wife once a man has planted his seed into your love garden. That’s your only purpose, serving your husband as he sees fit.” Jazz couldn’t stay serious while saying all these things, so her last words were already accompanied by her own laughter.

“And you can’t deny him access to your body! Like never!” H added with huge eyes.

“Why would I?” Miho asked back, earning another round of laughter.

“Most important is that you make him think you like it, no matter how much you detest what he’s doing. It isn’t meant to be pleasant for you, but eventually you might get used to it. Hopefully.” Jazz closed her eyes dramatically, as if she was praying for her friend.

“Okay, okay, are you finished already?” Miho half chuckled, half scolded.

“Things you should never say while he’s at it,” Liana commented with a straight face, making the others stare and then guffaw.

“Oh, but there are some things you should say while he’s at it! Like: ‘Oh my god, it’s so HUGE’,” H exclaimed, eyes wide in mocked astonishment.

“This will never fit!” Jazz chimed in.

“Is it supposed to be THAT big?” Rose added.

Miho smirked. “Well, actually…”

“The only thing you should really say is ‘fuck’, because that’s what it’s all about,” Baba suddenly piped up from the driver’s seat. Now that he was dressed up as a girl he seemed to think it would be okay to join into the conversation. “Guys notice the whole faked ‘oh my god, you are soooo big’ surprise. And you have to be a real jerk to actually believe it.”

“I bet Subaru believes it,” Jazz screeched, half laughing already. They all knew at least one or two guys who WANTED to believe it.

“Are you done with your little lesson of valu- value-… important things?” Miho was already so tipsy that she had problems with some words, much to Jazz’s delight.

“You don’t want us to impart our wisdom on you? Well, in that case we still have another place to go. Driver, to the main act!”

Jazz grabbed a scarf and motioned for Miho to come closer. “This one is a surprise, so I’m going to blindfold you.”

The whistles and suggestive ‘ooohhhh’s were only met by Miho’s cool gaze.

“I don’t think I’m drunk enough for that,” she stated, eyebrow raised.

“Come on, last time we did that you had fun,” Jazz shot back with a wink. The low groan from the driver’s seat got deliberately ignored.

“This is NOT going like last time!” Miho almost glared now and Jazz laughed happily.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to behave. For now.”

Miho relented and let Jazz wrap the scarf around her head.    

“You know, sometimes I’m a bit jealous of the both of you. You must have had a lot of fun together,” Rose mused and Jazz grinned.

“When you reach my age you better had some fun or you did something wrong. And after everything I heard most of us already did some pretty crazy stuff.” She raised her glass for the others to join, H nudging Miho and whispering for her to know what was happening.

“To crazy stuff and fun!”  

It didn’t take them long to arrive at the next bar and Jazz helped Miho out of the limo. Baba simply joined them, didn’t even pretend to wait for permission anymore.

“So, I know you might hate me a bit now for dragging through your old love joints-“ Jazz began only for Miho to interrupt with-

“A bit? Try a lot.”

But she shushed the bride to be.

“You will forgive me, I’m sure. The point is, you have to go through your past before you can face your future and soon you will be a respectable wife-,“ sarcastic coughs and giggles followed this bold statement, “and then it will be too late to rehash all your past adventures.”

“You know I’m going to come up with something embarrassing and painful for you in return,” Miho announced and although she couldn’t see it, Jazz nodded.

“I’m sure you will. And I will endure it and suffer appropriately for your amusement,” she assured her friend and led her into the bar where she took off Miho’s makeshift blindfold just to reveal the interior of Long Island to her – and the group of men around a table, with Goto in the middle. Subaru, Ishigami, Kurosawa; those were guys Jazz knew. From Miho’s description she figured the rest would be coworkers from the academy. Soma, Kaga and Shinonome. Kyobashi was also there, eyeing Rose the instant she came in. Kuni was behind the bar, Takao seemed to help him, and Saeki was also there, obviously intoxicated.  

“You take me to his bachelor party?! Don’t get me wrong, that’s a rather nice surprise, but crashing their party – won’t Subaru have your head?” Despite her concerned sounding words Miho was already staggering towards the table, as if her future husband was a safe haven from the teasing of the girls.

“Don’t worry, this was the plan all along.” Jazz gave her a light push and watched with a smile how Goto noticed Miho and how his slightly grumpy expression softened.

The guys had been playing paintball –

“Really, Subaru? I mean, you are shooting all the time, do you have to do that now even in your free time?”

– before they came to Long Island for a steak and some drinks.

“Looks as if this was a good idea,” Liana slurred, making Jazz grin.

At least Ishigami was here, too, he could take his drunken wife home in the end, while the ever excitable Kurosawa was uncharacteristically quiet, passed out over a table.

Kuni waved briefly and started preparing some drinks, although lighter version of their usual choices so the girls wouldn’t just drop to the floor eventually, completely wasted. Jazz quickly made her way to the bar and kissed him lightly.

“You’re having fun? Everything okay?” He shot her a concerned glance but she just softly shook her head.

“Don’t worry, except for the expected hangover everything is great.”

“Their hangover, not yours, I hope.”

She scrunched up her nose slightly. “I’m not stupid, love. I didn’t drink, but it wasn’t easy to distract Miho, she’s quite perceptive, even when she’s drunk.”

He patted her arm in an attempt to comfort her a bit.

“It’s okay, Kuni, I don’t mind.” With a sigh she looked over at Goto and Miho. “One last thing on my agenda and I can relax,” she muttered and pushed herself off the counter.

Meanwhile H and Rose had fun dragging Baba around, teasing him, telling him how to act and talk as a woman. It only took a couple of minutes before they were sitting at the bar, a smirking Kuni handing them drinks.

“Nice dress,” he commented and pushed a glass of whiskey over the bar.

“Nope, not tonight,” Rose said and snatched the glass, downed the whiskey and put the glass back on the bar. “He’s our driver tonight.”

Kuni looked at Baba with a surprised expression. “YOU are the driver? What happened to the one I sent them?”

“Sudden change of plan, don’t worry. Nothing serious.” Baba took the glass of juice Kuni handed him.     

“And who are you?” Saeki asked and slid onto the seat next to Baba. Rose and H giggled.

“A friend,” H simply said, nudging Rose a bit with a grin.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Any friend of H is also my friend. Takamasa Saeki, at your service.”

“Saeki?” Baba asked, earning himself a kick against the shin from Rose who motioned for him to talk higher, like a girl.

Baba cleared his throat.

“Saeki?” he cooed, making H and Rose burst into laughter.

“Exactly. THE Saeki. The famous script writer. And you are?” Saeki grabbed Baba’s hand and H lost it.

She laughed until the tears streamed down her face when Saeki frowned a bit, his drunken brain somehow registering that Baba’s hand was unusually big for a woman’s hand. Even bigger than his own…

“Her name is Mitsi,” Rose said, distracting Saeki from his train of thought.

“Mitsi… a beautiful name.” Saeki was still holding Baba’s hand, making him slightly uncomfortable.

Kuni was trembling with his suppressed laughter but didn’t say anything.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for celebrating the end of the unmarried life of Miho and Goto. I don’t know what you boys did all night, but the girls accompanied Miho on a trip down on memory lane.” Jazz laughed and waited for everyone to give her their attention. “But the trip through the past had to end somewhere, and what would be more fitting than leading her to her future husband?”

She smiled at the happy couple and Miho seemed at least a bit appeased for what Jazz had put her through.

“I would suggest we give them a moment in the spotlight. How about a dance?”

On her signal Kuni turned some music on and the guests cheered and whistled while Miho and a visibly flustered Goto were pushed towards an open space in the bar.

With a defeated sigh Miho grabbed Goto’s hand and pulled him close, they started swaying to the music. Subaru came over to Jazz and together they watched the dance.

“What did you do to her?” he asked and Jazz grinned.

“Don’t ask and I don’t have to lie. But we had quite some fun.”

That exact second, Saeki jumped from his seat, bowed exaggeratedly in front of ‘Mitsi’ and asked for this dance. Rose and H laughed so hard that they almost fell from their seats when Baba slid from his chair, with heels even taller than Saeki who didn’t seemed fazed at all, probably due to the amount of wine he already had. Of course this odd couple attracted the attention of the other guests, and Jazz couldn’t help but take a few pictures of it for future – well, let’s just call it blackmailing.

Baba wasn’t a spoilsport; that was for sure. He didn’t even flinch when Saeki’s hand slid from the small of Baba’s back a bit lower, but when Saeki attempted to dip Baba low and the whole bar was roaring with laughter even Miho and Goto stopped dancing.

“He’s stealing our spotlight,” Miho chuckled, thoroughly amused by the weird picture in front of her.

“Good. In that case no one is paying attention… let’s sneak out,” Goto suggested.

“Or…” Miho giggled and raised one eyebrow.

“Or what?”

“Second floor? And I bet no one would miss us right now.”

She was still in his arms, her fingertips caressing his arms through his shirt.

“Really? Here? And now?” Goto knew the answer but he wanted to make sure that Miho wasn’t too drunk to make a decision like this.

“Yeah, definitely. After the night I’ve had what I really need, is you. Come on…”

She lightly dragged him towards the door that hid the stairs, chuckling in anticipation and mischievousness.

That trip through her past had quite the effect on her; and now she couldn’t wait to get Goto alone. And Jazz deserved this after the eventful night she’d arranged. Miho and Goto would conquer the bar in their very own and private way - and Miho would make sure that Jazz would learn about it.

Tomorrow.

  BONUS!

  Like a pair of ninja, or at the very least a ninja and a noble samurai lord from a flashback that might get turned into its own story, Miho and Goto stole upstairs. The moment they stumbled through the door to what looked like it might once have been a storeroom, but had been converted into a narrow bedroom, they fumbled for one another.

Though normally Goto might have been concerned about the fact they left the door open, now, he was completely absorbed by the frustrating fabric that kept his needy hands from pressing against her skin.

“What’s taking you so looong?” Miho whined, her own clumsy fingers having trouble with his belt.

He was, in fact, having so much difficulty, he’d stopped kissing her, and was giving the zipper at the back of her dress his full attention, arms reached around her.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” she hissed. “I need to get the bad taste of this evening out of my mouth.”

This caused him pause, and with the zipper miraculously half way down her back, he looked into her face.

“What exactly have you been putting in your mouth that it would have a bad taste in it?” he questioned slowly, his eyes a little unfocused, a little bleary from drink.

“I was speaking figra… friga… fir… I wasn’t being literal!” she exclaimed, scowling. “It’s just, I was reminded of all the… of what I… hmm…”

She couldn’t quite think of a delicate way to express ‘reminded of all the guys I screwed before you’, and so let her sentence trail off.

“I want my life to start over from this moment,” she said finally, seriously, and in response Goto slid the zipper the rest of the way down and dragged her dress to the floor.

“I’m good with that,” he grinned, bringing their lips together firmly until he somehow managed the hooks on the back of her bra.

Heat flared, radiating from within as they gave into the hazy lure of hunger and desire, but Goto, who had sunk to his knees before where Miho was pressed against the wall, paused with his fingertips at the thin elastic band of her hot pink panties.

“Jazz was here first?” he said, much to Miho’s confusion.

“What?” Miho blinked - why the hell would he bring Jazz up at a time like this.

“Your underwear,” he clarified, slipping her panties down, and once she’d stepped out of them he stood to show her. “Did you get dressed in the dark or something?”

“Huh?” Miho hissed, her body aching for his touch but forced to inspect the flimsy undergarment Goto had on display.

Across the triangular front panel were indeed the words ‘Jazz was here first’ and as he turned the panties to the back, Miho read the second statement.

“There may still be some glitter. What the hell Jazz?” she exclaimed, but couldn’t help but laugh.

Goto threw the panties aside dismissively and wrapped his soon to be wife up in his arms.

“I don’t care who got there first,” he declared in a throaty rumble. “I’m going to be the only one from now on.”

 And so the next day, when Kuni finished cleaning up the bar and went upstairs, he found a very interesting pair of panties just sitting there in the hallway.

@hifttn @smutmylifeup @belxsar @mirandaflamel @smile-smile-ichthys

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Hi! I just wanted to say that I loved Omnia Vincit Amor!!

This is just an idea, but maybe a part two or Drabble of ‘Omnia Vincit Amor’ where it’s like 7 years later and Nat and Wanda got married and had a kid that they named after reader and Natasha stumbles across a picture of her and R from before WandaNat started dating and breaks down and Wanda is scared because she can’t comfort Nat?

Summary: Natasha and Wanda try to move on now that you're gone.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha (& platonic relationship with Y/N)

Word count: 2486

Warnings: Grief, mentions of death, a child.

A/N: I loved the idea so much, I had to write the part 2 as quickly as I could (does that include while at work? possibly.) so thank you! I changed it a little bit, so it's more of the build up until the 7 years later, but I hope it's still okay! Also I just generally love getting asks about all things, so thank you for that too!! Part 1: omnia vincit amor

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First comes love.

Love came in many forms, at unexpected times. In the Red Room, Natasha had resigned herself to never experiencing it. When you came out to her, you had told her it was an experience you would never get to have. Both of you had been wrong.

Wanda might have been Natasha’s ‘first love’, but you had been the first to show her love, and she had loved you back just as much. The love was of a different form to what the two of you had discussed, but in Natasha’s eyes, it was just as equal.

But she’d let you die.

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Then comes marriage.

The road to marriage was the longest step for Natasha. She had been ready, and you’d pushed her towards it for so long, but she’d delayed it with her worries. You’d been the first person to see Natasha and Wanda would work well together, despite claiming romance wasn’t your area and diverting from that with jokes. But all Natasha wanted now was to hear your stupid aromantic, a romantic joke again.

Even when she had been too nervous to ask Wanda out, you had been encouraging, even getting closer to Wanda to confirm she felt the same about Natasha. You’d been their matchmaker, their cheerleader through the relationship, and so Natasha had no second thoughts when she came to you with her plan to propose. 

You’d kept Wanda entertained and distracted when Natasha had needed time to search for rings or plan the event. You’d sat with her as she stressed, reminded her that Wanda would love it regardless, and were even going to be part of the day, setting up the scene for Natasha and Wanda to stumble into and hiding nearby to record. 

It was planned to be in the mini-break each Avenger got after each mission since, of course, all three of you would have it at the same time. But you didn’t make it back.

The ring had been hidden in your room to stop Wanda from finding it. Natasha didn’t even have it in her to enter your room afterwards, much less propose without you by her side.

Another year passed before she found it in her to ask the question. Wanda said yes, of course; she cried tears of joy, but Natasha’s tears were of another form. 

The year leading up to the wedding was eventful; it was full of planning, missions, events. Anything Natasha could take to ignore the hole in it all. She overworked herself, drove herself to the brink of exhaustion, and it was worrying Wanda. The witch mourned for you still; she cried on the big moments you were missing, but her grief had subsided enough to continue living; she worried Natasha’s hadn’t. 

“I asked Pietro to give the speech for my side of the wedding today,” Wanda spoke softly, approaching her fiancee as one would a wounded animal. Natasha lay atop their bed, fully clothed, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, but otherwise, she lay motionless. She stared at the ceiling, not even acknowledging Wanda’s presence until the woman gently set a hand on her arm. The assassin flinched.

“Natasha? Are you ready for this?”

“Mhmm, of course I am.” She defended quickly, “I proposed, didn’t I?”

“You were in a better place then. I know it’s made you think of Y/N more. You’ve been growing more absent– physically and mentally– crying more, being more reckless on missions. You’re not okay, my love.”

At that, Natasha’s eyes finally snapped to Wanda’s, tears brimming within them. “I’m trying. I really am. I want the perfect wedding to you; I want to be able to confirm our love. But they were meant to be here!” The tears flowed steadily now, sobs wracking through Natasha’s body as she curled tighter. “How is it meant to be perfect when they can’t be here?”

Wanda wanted more than anything to comfort Natasha, to solve their issue with a snap of her fingers. But she couldn’t, and so she would have to take it the long way, starting with finding the correct words to say. She sat beside her partner first, pulling her in so that Natasha would have a better position to cry on and giving Wanda access to stroke circles slowly on Natasha’s back, physically relaxing her as best she could. 

“Grief isn’t linear,” Wanda began. “You had better days, you made plans, pretty big plans-” That got a weak scoff. “-but at the end of the day, they’re still just plans. Things change, and if this is getting too hard to keep having reminders of Y/N, we can take a step back. Grief is tiring, but there’s no time limit. You rest as long as you need; then you take the step forward.”

“And if I go backwards and forwards, and backwards and forwards. What then? You’d stick with me then?”

“Well, then it’s like a dance. And I’ll always stick with you for a dance.”

It was hard to see Natasha like she was, bitter and self-deprecating. Wanda tried her best to heal the grieving side, but she knew there was another part, the part which felt guilt for choosing Wanda.

“I want to do it still. Take the step forward.” Natasha spoke, breaking the thoughtful silence that had lain for several minutes. “Step forward with you.”

Wanda looked down, letting a small smile grace her features as she assessed Natasha. “Then that’s what we can do… Speak to them though. I think it could help.”

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Natasha put that off too. It was the eve of her own wedding before she decided to visit. 

“I know you would be so excited tonight,” she chuckled. “Probably would have convinced me to sleep in your room, my dress on display, your outfit probably hanging right next to it. I guess you’ll be glad to know Wanda is in her own room tonight; we won’t see each other again until the wedding, following the rules and all that. You always were a stickler for the rules. 

Clint is acting as best man for me, even if he could probably double up as father of the bride for both Wanda and me. Don’t tell him I said that.” Natasha let a small laugh loose. With it, she let her torso drop closer until her head rested on your gravestone. “You know I would have asked you; you would have said yes. Though I’m not convinced you’d make such a great speech from where you are right now.”

“I miss you. That doesn’t change no matter how many days pass. I miss you more than I ever thought possible, and I’m sorry I let you fall. I didn’t make the right choice… I didn’t make the wrong choice either; it took me a long time to realise that. I’m still sorry I let you fall; I wish on everything that the day had gone differently. Maybe we didn’t take the mission, or we fought better, or I knew how to catch you both. I’m sorry.”

“I think I’m just saying things now,” Natasha huffed; her tears shone in the moonlight, lighting the slight smile she hid on her face. “We picked a really peaceful spot for you, I almost don’t want to go, but I have to. I’m getting married tomorrow. You remember all the times we’d sit outside and I’d bore you with romance talk? You’d be so fed up of it by now, wouldn’t you?”

“Okay, I need to go now.” Natasha stood up, brushing the dirt off of herself as she did. But before she left, the redhead turned back, whispering at the stone, “I really didn’t think I’d survive losing you. I don’t think I would have without Wanda. So just know you chose well, finding a partner for me. I don’t know what other choices you had, but if I’d chosen differently and lost Wanda, I know you would have got me through too. Thank you for being my best friend.”

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Then comes the baby in the baby carriage.

Only a couple of years after the marriage, and Wanda had given birth to their child. The name had been decided before Wanda was even pregnant: Y/N. It always would have been Y/N.

The couple took time off from missions to look after their kid, but it was only when they had a three-year-old, that they finally decided to retire for good. Move on to the next stage of their lives, and that included moving out of the compound. 

“Say bye-bye to the compound, sweetie,” Wanda prompted; it was safe, and it would keep the three-year-old entertained long enough for Wanda and Natasha to pack their rooms. Wanda had been packing her old room, while Natasha looked after theirs, but after letting Y/N go, she stopped in to check on her wife. 

“Oh, love…” was the instant reaction. Much of the room was in boxes, but Natasha sat hunched on the floor, a small wooden frame on her lap. She tilted her head up to Wanda with a weak smile, though tears tracked down her face.

Wanda gave a small nod towards the item Natasha held. “What’s the photo?” 

The spy tried to speak, but her voice came out no louder than a whisper, “Y/N and I. We used to spend so much time in our rooms, just watching films, and playing games. They just helped me take a break when we first joined the Avengers. I’d forgotten we took photos too.”

Wanda sat beside her, trying her best to comfort Natasha and wiping the tear’s from her wife’s face. Natasha kept turning back to the picture though, and with every glance, the tears were renewed. “How about you take a break from this?” Wanda suggested, “go see how our mini Y/N is doing? I can keep packing.”

Natasha did as her wife asked, wandering the hallways in an attempt to track her own offspring. There were no signs, until she noticed one door slightly ajar. A door which should definitely not be open; the one that led to your room.

“Y/N!” Natasha ran in, ready to drag her child out. Your room was a preservation of how it was when it died, untouched, save for the occasional dusting. Natasha couldn’t bear to change it, and she didn’t want her child messing it up either. 

The sudden panic dissipated the second Natasha entered. Instead, it was replaced by memories of times long gone; preparing for parties, gossiping, venting, crying. Your room had been a sanctuary available to Natasha at all times. Her formative years as an Avenger had been spent with you, in that room in the compound and at the near identical looking one you had at the Tower. The location of the room didn’t matter, it was special because it had you in it.

Seven years had passed since she’d been in there last. Seven years since you had been in there. But it still brought comfort.

Natasha relaxed; she took in the room as if nothing had changed, and then she turned her attention to her child. Mini Y/N was currently under your old bed, and Natasha smiled slightly as she snuck up to pull them out, laughing at the squeal that sounded. 

“Aghhh, I’ve got you my love” the former assassin teased, holding Y/N up as they squirmed to escape, filling the room with the laughter it had been devoid of for seven years.

“Want book” the child whined, though giggling at Natasha’s movements.

“Which book?”

“Y/N.” Natasha set her child down slowly, looking under the bed to where they were pointing. A small but swollen book lay underneath, the name Y/N written on the side, in what was unmistakably your handwriting. Natasha would have left it alone, had ‘Wanda’ and ‘Natasha’ not also been written beside it. 

She slid it out with care, hands trembling with such a precious object. Y/N watched quietly as Natasha opened to the first page. A selfie you had taken dominated half the page; half your face and a peace sign were front and centre, but it was clear the focus was on the background. It was her and Wanda, outside the younger woman’s room, mid-kiss.

‘I think she said yes.’ read the caption, a small note in the corner attributing the photo to the day Natasha first asked Wanda out, and the date of their first kiss. A small moment you had captured and documented, more likely for their benefit than yours.

“Y/N,” her child repeated.

“Yeah, that’s your name, baby. This is the person you were named after.” With a melancholic smile, Natasha indicated for Y/N to sit on her lap, showing them the book and flicking through the pages. It became clear that you’d dedicated a page to each of the ‘friend dates’ she and Wanda had taken you to. A picture on each one, sometimes the three of you posing, sometimes you making a face at a candid scene of her and Wanda doing something too date-like. A caption and a date accompanied each page. 

It was a physical record of friendship, one that Natasha sorely missed, but you’d also caught all the important scenes of her and Wanda’s dating, providing a timeline and history without either of them even knowing you were doing it.

Once again, tears streaked like art along Natasha’s skin. But, for the first time, she was glad for it. They came from missing you, of course, but these weren’t just from sadness, but from something sweet, reliving her happy moments with you; you had caused her happiness one more time, even seven years in the grave. 

Besides, if you had shown her that in person, you would be expecting her to cry, probably waiting to record how you made ‘the emotionless Black Widow’ cry.

If only you knew how much she’d cried for you.

She wouldn’t stop them. No, this time she let them fall freely, sifting through the pages and explaining their significance to mini Y/N. The three-year-old wouldn’t understand, but the words kept them occupied and stating it out loud reminded Natasha how real the memories were.

Wanda walked in, leaning against the doorframe as Natasha reached the last page. You’d given it a title, a pencilled-in date, but nobody would have known that you wouldn’t be there to take the photo.

“We should add a photo to this page; what do you think, Y/N?” Natasha rambled, looking up to smile at Wanda.

“We’ve got a bit more to add than that,” her wife smiled, coming in to scoop up Y/N.

Natasha nodded. She had her two loves, and a gift from her third. They still got her happy ending; she only wished you could be there to join it.

[kiryoutann]

Before reading, please check series masterlist to read the warning(s), disclaimer, and to make sure you’re on the right chapter. Minors do NOT interact.

If Childe didn't have something to hide under his sleeves, then he would be happy for you to discover his infidelity. That might be enough reason for you to cancel the arranged marriage that years later gave him the opportunity to build a dream with Lumine—the woman he loves with all his heart.

The key word is if. As a matter of fact, Childe had a goal that almost fused into the reason he was still alive today.

If he didn't have one, he would have walked all the way from the palace where he lived to the Emerald palace—where royal guests stayed for a while before returning to their country—to annul the wedding himself in front of your face.

Unfortunately, the goal stuck even before the matchmaking took place. And Childe didn't find himself going to let it go anytime soon.

Childe looked up at the blue sky, looking for confidence in it. In his head he was running down the reasons he could try to persuade you to continue with the marriage. Or worst case scenario, he would beg you not to spread news that could damage the reputation of the Snezhnayan royal family.

After all, no one wants to be cheated.

Colorful flowers that are strong enough to survive the cold of Snezhnaya are planted along the way. In the center, a three-tiered fountain seemed to emit boundless water. A greenhouse built from his father's benevolence for guests to entertain themselves.

And ten steps ahead was you. You were standing in a dazzling blue dress though it wasn’t Liyuean traditional style dress like the one you wore last night. Your hair was pulled in half and head accessories shone in brilliance as the sunlight reflected on it. You were so graceful that it took two glances for Childe to realize you weren’t completely alone.

No, he wasn't making a fuss about your ladies-in-waiting following closely behind. He wonders who the man next to you is, too close to his liking—talking to you as if you two had known each other longer than he had.

Childe was not a coward; however, considering what happened last night, he thought it would be wiser to wait for you to land your eyes on him and greet him first (that's if you don't choose to take the opportunity to make the scene you missed last night). He stood, watching the two converse comfortably still not realizing his presence.

Until you and your strolling companion got close enough to find a tall man standing in the way, that's where your irises met his dull blue eyes.

Your plump lips curved into a very thin smile, "I greet His Highness, Prince Childe of—"

The words died first on the tongue as Childe hugged you after a very, very fast walk. You felt the warmth of his body close to you, his breath brushing against your earlobe. Your eyes widened completely from shock, as did the amber of the man beside you and your ladies-in-waiting who covered their mouths from gasping loudly.

Childe pulled away before you could return the hug (not like you were planning to anyway), staring at you with his lost blue eyes that supported whatever expression was being displayed. But why did he seem burdened by something now?

"I.. do you know how worried I was since last night?!" He asked out loud yet, not loud enough for you to take it as a shout.

You furrowed your brows, "Since last night?"

It was strange to feel his fingers caress your cheek. Either way, it must have been enough for Childe to drastically change from someone trying to find excuses to avoid you to someone who is almost realistically playing the role of a worried fiancé.

Childe nodded, pulling you in his arms again. "You.. you just left before I could explain anything."

Childe bet with his words. He just needs to pray for good luck that you have high self-esteem to prevent you from talking about last night's events. The woman who was touted as the prettiest in Liyue and perhaps in all of Teyvat didn't want people to know that her fiancé was having an affair, right?

He had to suppress that smile once you put your hand on his chest to slightly push him away. "Wait, Prince Childe. Can we talk about this inside?" You stare at him before glancing left and right hinting that the two of you aren’t exactly alone.

As expected. Childe didn't think things would be this easy. At this rate he shouldn't have lost sleep just for this.

Zhongli who realized the situation swallowed glumly. He nodded in understanding, bowing to both of them, "I will take my leave. May prosperity always be with you, Prince Childe, Princess (Y/N)." He spoke politely, turning in the opposite direction.

Either the goddess of luck is on his side or you are this absentminded. You seem to fail to notice the layer of mask Childe is wearing, which now presents him as a sad and sorry man. So innocent.. is this what makes men swarm her like bees on honey? After all, people love gullible things.

You ordered one of the maids to bring tea as soon as you both arrived in a room that was wide enough yet quiet for you to talk. Childe followed, in the back of his head strategizing and the words he should say next.

Should I take the dramatic path? Kneeling and begging for forgiveness perhaps? He thought.

Blue eyes glanced at you who had been sitting on the sofa with carvings on the edges. You straighten the wrinkled part of your dress, watching as he positions himself in front. Only the coffee table separates the two of you.

Childe scanned your face and felt discontent at that. Aren't you too calm for someone who just caught her fiancé cheating on her?

Could it be.. she's thinking of actually annulling the engagement? He bit his lower lip subconsciously. No, that can't happen. I won't let that happen! Not when I still have a lot to achieve.. that thing..!

In silence, you feel strange. You tilted your head while looking at Childe who seemed to be lost in whatever he was thinking.

"Prince Childe?" Your call alerted him. "Do you—"

"I know you're upset."

Your lips are left open even though the words are now gone. You watched as Childe lifted his head, fully focusing his dull blue eyes that never sparkled no matter how wide his smile was. What you find to be the problem, however, is what he just said — his assumption that he's pissed you off.

Confusion dominates your face, ".. sorry?" You ask him to repeat from the possibility he misspoke.

However, his sharp jaw was even more tense than before, behind his lips perhaps his teeth were lined and clenched. "Last night.. I know how you feel." Childe threw his bait to test the waters before catching fish.

What reaction would you show, (Y/N)? Childe thought, playing riddles with himself in his head. That night, maybe you were too prideful to make a scene especially when you were attending a big banquet. However, there are only us in this room—if you scream, none of these people dare to stop you.

In his point of view, Childe took your loss of words for the sadness you are now feeling.

Little by little, he raised the drama in his voice. "I-I can explain." He tried to make his words tremble as if he was stricken with regret.

Childe realized what a perfect match they were. A man who is too talented at acting like an actor, whereas you are a woman who will enjoy whatever he has to show you because you are so easily deceived. You are the perfect victim to his acts and tricks, you are the one who will believe his every sentence.

"I saw you with my own eyes, so I have all the explanation I need." You said with a flat intonation.

Oh, oh. Is she angry? She didn't even want to hear any explanation from me. This is good. (Y/N), show me that you're jealous—

"And as I understand it, there is no problem at all."

What?

Childe didn't know why he had just realized how your expression was far from what one could infer from a sad or betrayed woman. You look a bit.. unaffected. Heads still raised with all the elegance people talk about.

Why.. why are you putting on a face like that for me? He subconsciously dropped the mask and presented himself in shock.

Childe stood up suddenly until the heavy sofa behind him shifted. He looks at you who is taken aback by his actions but, his brain is spinning for an answer as to why you are behaving this way. As if this has no importance.

"I understand how upsetting that must've been for you! At least yell at me!" His voice was raised, even so you smiled what he thought was mockery.

"But I'm not upset at all." Slipped out from you easily.

Throughout his life, Childe had been accustomed to people prostrating himself at his feet as if he was their only God. Women would cling to him like noisy bees and wish they could at least touch him if it was impossible to feel him between their legs. He's so used to it all that he feels what you're showing now is very foreign.

This can’t be real. I had guessed she had high dignity and pride but, at least she should be cursing at me and screaming at the end of her throat! She should have asked who that woman was, why did I do that, why did I have the heart to do that!

His emotional turmoil subsided for a moment as a new thought entered his mind. There are some people who cover sadness with sarcasm, right?

Without his permission, that scoff from his lips found a way out and fled. "Of course you're upset! That's why you're being sarcastic right now!" He said aloud, proud to think he had found the answer to a complicated, difficult riddle.

You look at him as if he has gone mad of his own affair. "But, I'm not, My Prince."

The words were spoken in a voice that was calm and too steady for Childe to like. That supports the fact that you're not actually speaking in sarcasm.

"I know about your liaison with Lady Lumine and that you didn't have to worry about me."

At the mention of his lover, Childe froze. He looks at you as if he hasn't spent about twenty minutes with you. The fact that you even know her name.. how much do you actually know? It's as if standing in front of you this time feels like he’s being stripped naked. It's as if you could see inside of him and his mind—knowing everything about him.

This isn’t good. Childe couldn't let her get in his head.

Then, what does she mean by that? Why.. why does it seem like she's willing to let me go to Lumine at any time? He clenched his fists at the sides.

You rose from your seat, Childe had an illogical fear about you leaving him. You turned, staring at the window featuring the luxury of the flowery garden where he had put on the mask of a desperate lover for the first time.

His thoughts led him to the brown haired man walking beside you before he came. Duke Zhongli.

Childe grabs your hand suddenly, causing you to gasp and turn to look at him. Within those dull blue eyes there is fear, which you secretly know the cause. Certainly not because he is afraid of losing you out of love.

"Do you have another man?" The question seemed accusatory rather than coming out of an anxious fiancé.

You blink before laughing, "Another man, you say?" You glanced at his ginger hair. "Is there a man like that in Teyvat who dares to approach the great Tartaglia's betrothed? Isn't that the same as asking for a death wish?"

Once again Childe was surprised. For a fiancée who barely even saw him until his coming-of-age celebration, you sure know a lot about him. It lines you both up, putting you on a pillar that seems higher because Childe knows—he doesn't know anything about you, even as simple as your favorite color.

"It's just because it is as simple as.." An ambiguous smile landed on your face, "you can do whatever you please."

Immediately Childe saw his dream cracked and shattered a second after those words were spoken. He stood still, not moving even when the door was opened and the maid placed the tea and snacks on the table. For some reason you seem to be standing far from his reach even though the two of you only share a room to talk while sitting opposite each other.

No.. this can't be happening.. He doesn't want to let go of his dreams and grudges just like that. I have promised to bring hell to Liyue! And... and this woman will be my key to that. She can't just walk away!

And so, Childe did something he had never done before. It was even hard to believe what the imperial maid and Princess of Liyue were seeing now. The crown prince of Snezhnaya and the war general 'Tartaglia' kneeled before you. He always had so many ways to get what he wanted, then, why was he begging so hard now?

"Princess!"

His hands gripped the fabric of your dress. If any of the other nobles had seen, then they would have concluded that Childe was no different from those who prostrated themselves at his feet before he raised his sword to execute them.

You gasped, "P-Prince! Please, don't do this!" You glanced at the maid and signaled for her to leave.

Childe looks at you with a crazed expression, "No! I won't get up until you say you won't cancel our wedding!"

Your gloved hands try to pull Childe to his feet but he purposely holds his position. "Prince Childe, you shouldn't be doing this. Please stand up and I promise I'll talk about this with you."

However, your words was like the wind. Childe was too caught up in his fears—the fear of not being able to achieve what had been almost became his life goals. He didn't go through many years of suffering just let it go. He would move heaven and earth to make the marriage happen.

Childe realized the last thing he could try to say, gripping your dress tighter. "I'm willing to do anything for you, Princess!" You're about to ignore the sentence again and try to get him to stand up.

But Childe knew exactly what he needed to say. "I'll leave Lumine for you!" He speaks so loudly that you hope no one hears.

Silence fell suddenly, felt more real after the room had been filled with Childe's screams and pleas for a while. You froze, while he was still on his knees with an expression that hid his head thinking for another plan if his persuasion didn't work.

If he had paid more attention to you, he would have noticed how the corners of your lips tugged slightly into a smile before it disappeared. You stopped asking him to stand, instead lowering yourself as if to match his eyes. It sent a glimmer of hope into his mind—could he have succeeded in melting your heart?

The glove you're wearing touches his cheek. He doesn't expect you to cup his face in your hands as your eyes scan him as if you're looking for signs of whether it's a promise or just another lie.

"You're going to do that for me?" you asked, irises sparkling which he misunderstood as you being hopeful.

It worked. Childe celebrated this in his head, thanking God for creating his fiancée as an innocent woman. He doesn't need to pull off a trick that's still neatly tucked under his sleeve when you've nibbled at the bait with just a tiny worm. Everything was back in order, even now he wasn't sure it had ever changed.

His big hand rested on top of yours as he nodded reassuringly, "Of course! I'll give my all if it keeps you by my side!" He stifled a groan when he realized how much he sounded hopelessly in love.

However, it does bring a smile to your face which it interprets as you are satisfied with the answer.

"In that case, no marriage will be annulled."

The sentence just now shattered all the anxiety that enveloped his heart. He seemed to be given another chance to pursue his dream, given the ladder to what he considered his top priority suddenly reappeared after it had disappeared.

Childe couldn't help but smile. "Princess!" He hugged you without warning. "Please, please don't ever scare me like that again."

Leaning your head on Prince Childe's shoulder, you turned that smile into something bitter. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling his body warmer than when you danced with him. What face is he making right now?

You close your eyelids before opening them again, revealing the eyes that have seen a lot of things that haven't even happened yet.

Childe was probably happy, feeling this was his process to achieve the destruction of Liyue which he had aspired to and would be realized as soon as he became king. They had to pay for Anton's death—no matter if it meant he had to use his future wife as a pawn before sacrificing her as a part of his revenge.

For him, anyone with the blood of the Liyue imperial family must die as well. People like them should not be left on earth.

Humans always think themselves to be all-knowing. Little does Childe know that you've seen it all before he even makes his first move. You have tasted Liyue's destruction at the hands of King Childe who ascended the throne after his father died of a serious illness. And you also know he's planning to kill you.

Because an oracle was given eyes that could see into the future. The gods gave you the ability to see the future as an opportunity to change it.

Childe let go of his arms, finding you still smiling. Are you that excited to hear he's going to end things with Lumine? If that was the case, he should have said that before he knelt down like a beggar.

That’s alright. Maybe you demand a little bit of his pride to be sacrificed in order to forgive him.

But in reality, the smile you painted was because you stood by your choice from the start. Your choice to cheat destiny, and bring his own war back to him.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Mulan Headcanons: Plum Blossom

[Hello my sexy readers, I wrote this chapter before the last one, it is the base headcanons for a yandere Mulan, I hope, you enjoy it!]

(WARNING THIS IS BASED ON THE ANIMATED MOVIE MULAN. I KNOW THERE ARE THINGS IN THE ANIMATION THAT ARE NOT EXACTLY LIKE THE CHINESE CULTURE OF ANCIENT CHINA I WILL BE CORRECTING THE ONES I KNOW OF THIS IS NOT A PROPER SHOWING OF ANCIENT CHINA)

-Base Headcanons With Mulan-

.Fa Mulan is a young woman who is ahead of her time.

.She loves her family very much and takes care of them.

.She is soon to be wedded off as she is ready to do this.

.She is very much wanting to save face for her family (Honor is a very western thing in china, no the proper thing is to save face and restore my face I may be a bit wrong though so do not quote me)

.It is a big event where the matchmaker comes to her home.

.She figures out not for Mulan but for her family which family will be best for her. (Yes these marriages were more so for the family instead of the people getting married)

.She does not want to marry the person the matchmaker makes for her.

.Though she has no choice in the matter.

.She meets you somehow and falls for you hard.

.It does not matter your gender to her.

.With you she feels free to be herself to love and to hold you and be a partner to you.

(Okay for those who do not know ancient china did not see being gay as a sin that damns you to hell no it was more so you can have a same-sex partner but you will carry on your family name right? So we will continue on that matter. Onwards!)

.If you are a man she will charm you to be in love with her.

.In which she will make it so you can instead have her as your wife and that you would live a life with her.

.If you are a woman it is more than likely she will take you as a maid and keep you as her lover still having children with her husband.

.This was her goal at least.

.Once her father's life is at risk she leaves for the army.

.Though if you did not go to the army as a man she will be sending you love letters of how she yearns for you.

.Very much like historic lovers who get passed off as just friends.

.If you are in the army with her as a man she will only trust you with her identity.

.This you would not turn her in and help hide her secret. (Oh god that sounds like a good fanfiction idea >:3 male/female reader x fa Mulan oh the ideas!]

.As a yandere she is protective

.Romantic and easy-going.

.She would be the wise woman who has a plan to win you over.

.She is also very supportive and stands up for what she believes in.

.She values you and her family above all else.

.When she does return as a war hero, she can be with you.

.This is where she begins her new life with you and lives happily ever after.

.She would be smart in getting rid of rivals.

.She is very much the free spirit that in the end will love to be with you.

.She will carry on her family name in her way and will stand by your side.

."You are as lovely as the plum blossoms and you are All Mine. My sweet Plum Blossom."

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy!]

[Side note I am now today making a Yandere Mulan X Female Reader X Yandere Shanng story I cannot help myself I talked myself into it XD I hope you all enjoy that as soon as it comes and stay sexy!]

[This was made April 16th, 2022 XD the story will be published before this xD)

[Edited I am publishing this first I hope you all enjoyed :D]

[If you want more details headcanons of her with male or female request that :D]