#i love the idea of joint weddings for them it's so nice

[what-have-you-contained]

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✨ pairing: Murder & Crop, implied Murder Time Trio + Husband Trio

✨ summary: Murder and Crop bake a wedding cake together.

✨ word count: 795

✨ a/n: Hehe fluff attack!! Another ficlet based on my evil twin's surprisingly fluffy idea ヾ(≧▽≦*)o The fluff virus must have hit them hard this time 〜(￣▽￣〜)

The smell of coffee and vanilla extract wafts through the air, mixed with a faint scent of citrus that always clings to the country farmer that is Crop. Murder stands at the kitchen counter, just a few feet away from his kitchen helper. He watches as Crop squeezes the lemons into a bowl, his movement unhurried and relaxed, so different from all the times Murder had Killer and Horror in the kitchen to help him.

“You sure lemon goes with chocolate?” Crop asks Murder, his voice curious. The warm light in the kitchen makes Crop’s features appear softer than usual.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” Murder answers, turning his head away so Crop won’t notice his stare. “If it doesn’t, I’m going to burn down Muffet’s shop.”

“No need to be that violent, sugar,” Crop drawls, an easy smile on his face. “Worst case scenario: The cake turns out a little bit weird. But that’s a given for a wedding cake for six people, don’t you think?”

Murder lets out a quiet laugh. “You’re not wrong. Who else but us three disasters would plan a joint wedding with their exes?”

“Well, I think it’s cute,” Crop says. There’s no judgement in his voice. If anything, he sounds amused. “You guys always know how to keep things interesting.”

Murder pauses in his work, his hand gripping a bit tighter on the mixing spoon that he uses to stir the batter. “Interesting is a way to look at it.”

The kitchen falls silent for a moment, save for the sounds of clanking utensils. Murder glances at Crop, who is engrossed in his share of work. The farmer is quick and nimble with his hands, steady in a way that Murder can’t help but admire. He feels grounding, a trait that Horror has always needed. No wonder the usually irritable skeleton has chosen Crop. Murder feels a pang of something in his chest, and he’s unsure what it is exactly.

“You’re good for him,” he blurts out, then regrets it a second later when Crop turns to look at him. Crop’s eyes are warm and crinkling at the corner as he smiles at Murder.

“Why, thank you, city boy,” he says. “I reckon I try my best. And he’s good for me too. I’m glad to have him in my life, honestly.”

“Good.” Murder nods, a bit stiffly. “He deserves it.”

Crop doesn’t reply immediately, his attention focused on the cream mixture he’s whipping. “What about you? Do you have that too? Something – someone – good that you deserve?”

Murder is still. His thoughts flicker to Red, his soon-to-be legal partner, the light of his foggy life. To Killer, whose smile is so bright these days when he’s with Color. To Horror, who is more mellow now. And…

He stares at Crop, who stands easy alongside with him. If someone had told Murder years ago that he could live a day without someone flinching close to him, he’d have laughed at them. But now, he looks at Crop, and he feels hope. Hope for himself, for Killer and Horror, who he still feels such complicated and messy emotions whenever he lands eyes on them, but-

“I have some, but only in pieces,” he says finally. “Here and there. Nothing much.”

Crop’s face softens with understanding. “Pieces are enough. Sometimes, we gotta do what we’re dealt with. You know…” A smile quirks on his face. “When life gives you lemons…”

Murder lets out a surprised laugh. Crop chuckles along with him, the air between them becoming less tense.

Crop looks down at Murder’s hands, still holding the batter. “You’re better at this than I expected,” he hums. “Not your first time?”

“Baking? Oh, yeah, it’s a hobby of sorts. I’m not good at it, but…” Murder trails off. “It’s… nice. Relaxing.”

“Heh, I figure someone had to cook between you three, and it sure wasn’t Horror.” Crop chuckles, a light, breezy sound. “I don’t think I’ve ever said it, but thank you.”

“For what?” Murder asks, confused.

“For being there for Horror, and Killer too. You were good for him, you know? And you still are.”

Murder feels a blush creep into his cheeks. “Careful,” he mutters, slightly turned away. “Compliments like that might go to my head.”

Crop chuckles. “Well, good. Reckon you could use a few.”

After they slide the cake layers into the oven, Murder leans against the counter, watching Crop swiftly clean up the messes they’ve made. There’s something reassuring and reliable about the guy, and Murder can’t help but think fondly about how lucky Horror is.

“Hey,” he says, his voice softer now. Crop looks up, his hands pausing mid-motion. “Thanks for helping me today. I appreciate it.”

Crop smiles back, small but warm. “Anytime, partner.”

dividers by @\wearmyhood here

[mythicmanuscripts]

What do we think about the boys with a Stark Spouse who brings a lot of blankets and furs from home to add to the bed? Especially with Aemond slowly growing closer they first seek out their blankets for comfort meanwhile Aegon and Jayce are just face planting into them after a hard day.

Love your writing btw!

This idea is so fucking cute I adore this.

I've kept this answer SFW but we can absolutely continue this concept into NSFW themes so if anyone would like to read that or has their own thoughts on it, let me know!

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AEGON:

So my immediate thought here was that you'd bring one of your blankets to your new shared quarters with Aegon. Even though you weren't actually staying there with him every night yet, you just wanted one of your comfort blankets there. Aegon immediately zeros in on it when he first enters the room and that's when your realise that he might have a thing for soft textures.

As you get closer, you have a servant put one of the blankets on the bed in his private quarters for him. When he spots it he literally just stands in his room crying for a little while until he composes himself enough to go looking for you and thank you.

Once you get closer, Aegon absolutely loves stealing all the blankets and nuzzling against them. You keep on adding more blankets thinking he can't possibly steal all of them and you keep on being proved wrong. Of course he can steal all of them.

And when Aegon discovers the absolutely incredible sensory experience of cuddling you naked with one of the blankets wrapped around you both? Well good luck because he's just found his sleeping position for the rest of his life.

JACE:

I don't know why, but I like the idea that Jace gets very cold very easily? Especially before falling asleep. And he's also very particular about fabrics and how they feel against his skin.

You learn both of these things before you marry him during the countless hours you spend chatting and getting to know one another, and so at some point during that time you gift Jace one of your favourite blankets. At first he tries to say he couldnt possibly accept this from you but then you promise him that he can put pack on your joint bed after the wedding and well... he blushes so hard he has to hide behind the blanket.

So anyway, yeah he loves them too. I also think he'd put blankets all around your chambers? There's always a blanket on your favourite reading chair or at your dressing table, just in case.

Also, because Jace is a gentleman at heart, he always ensures you're nice and warm before bed. Even if you've just wrecked him, he'll still double check you arent cold and that there isnt any part of you the blanket isnt covering. He takes is very personally if you get cold, absolutely not he must ensure you are always comfy.

AEMOND:

Aemond wouldnt even know about your blankets at first because he most certainly wouldnt even consider entering your private quarters for the longest time. Even when you get married, he's still very strict about only ever going to your shared quarters and having a servant summon you there.

As you get closer though, I think maybe he'd find himself outside your room? He didnt mean to, but he was so frustrated, (Sidenote: I think one of the first things Aemond realises when he meets you is that you just... get him? You never ever make him feel frustrated, you always understand him, he never has to explain himself to you or worry about you being confused when he tells you things). So one day when he really was considering just pushing Aegon off a balcony, he finds himself outside your quarters, like his subconscious knew he would only be able to relax in your presence.

You're surprised to see him, but you let him in of course. You pull him onto your bed, letting him cuddle up to you and discuss what's gotten him so worked up. Once he's sitting on the bed, he kinda just strokes the blankets in awe? He's never felt something so soft before, and when you notice his reaction you immensely grab another blanket and wrap it around him. He pulls it tighter over his shoulders and leans against you.

After that, Aemond comes over to your quarters every single night before bed. He'd lay in bed with you and discuss his day, hearing your advice and listening to you telling him about your day. Even when things get sexual, he still comes to your private quarters first and then goes with you to your shared chambers. You try to say he must just summon you to the shared chambers because then it would be much easier but he refuses.

The way I picture it is that Aemond's actual quarters and your assigned shared quarters would be near Aegon and Alicent's quarters? All the most important people are close together and very well guarded. Before your marriage to Aemond you stayed in one of the guest rooms that were on the other side of the keep. Aemond absolutely loves this, loves that he can come to you and be comfortable and he feels so much safer because his family is physically further away.

(One last sidenote: maybe you track down a floor or tower that hasn't been used for years in the keep and you get the servants to help you make it into a living space for you and Aemond? It's far far away from everyone else and the only people with keys are you and him)

[minwonsgirl]

a pool of hidden love.

— dino x gn! reader

— fluff with tiny tiny plot

— best friends to lovers, kissing, smoking, unpromped confessions, chan and y/n are both kinda stupid tbh, marriage talk, cute cute stuff, and like 1 joshua mention.

"wanna hang out at the pool tonight?" chan asked, after puffing out a wad of smoke and twirling the cigarette in his fingers. I grabbed it from his hand and press it in between my lips, inhaling a good amount of that toxic poison in my body.

when we were younger, chan and I came across the huge abandoned pool in the middle of the forest next to our home town. apparantly a drowning incident caused the pool to close down, but before they could tear it down the owner died and the property came under the government. no one really visited it so we decided to keep the spot as our own.

chan and I had to go to different states for college, we could only meet during the holidays. every time we would meet we would sneak out and meet up at the pool.

the pool was completely empty and dry, but overtime we managed to make it comfy by adding in a mattress, blankets, a mini fridge full of snacks, an internet cabel, and a nice little roof made out of cardboard boxes and a whole lot of water proof tape to protect us from the rain.

on nights with particularly good weather, we would open up a part of the cardboard roof, and stare into the sky's beautiful paintings, we would point at and try to recognize as many constellations as we could and then fall asleep in each other's arms.

"not tonight, we have our friends pre wedding thing tomorrow morning remember?" I said, laying my head back on his stomach, my legs were propped up against the wall. I hand him the blunt and wait for him to take it.

chan groans out loud and uses my pillow to cover his face so that he could scream into it. then he grabs it from my hand. "why is everyone getting married so quickly?" he asked in the middle of blowing out, "it's so annoying."

"I think it's cute" I said, tapping my foot on the wall. I felt chan lift his head up to side eye me, "cute? you find marriages cute?" he raised an eyebrow judgementally. then he laughs and says "oh jisoo your so cute, our love is so cute, let's get married" in a high pitched mocking voice.

I punch his chest and he starts coughing, "shut up asshole" I rolled my eyes. "they've been dating since eighth grade it makes perfect sense for them to get married at twenty four."

chan laughs but nods his head in agreement. the cigarette had almost died out by the time we both fell silent. he holds it above my lips so that I could take the final blow. when I'm finally done the extinguishes it on a platter on my bedside table.

the silence streches out for awhile before chan breaks it by asking "do you ever think we would get married?"

I lift a brow in confusion, "like, to each other?" I asked sitting up on my bed so that I could face him, chan does the same and leans against the head board. "no silly, I meant in general" he said, then he lifts his head to a side and adds, "though it's not really a bad idea, is it?"

"getting married, to each other?" I pointed between us. I scoffed and fixed him with a pointed glare, "channie are you high?"

he rolled his eyes, "we shared one joint." he said in an unimpressed tone. I shrug my shoulders, "sorry but I am not the one suggesting we get married"

"didn't say we should get married today" he let's out in an exasperated voice, "we have chemistry, and be honest there is no way you don't like me back" he adds defensively.

I crawl my way to sit beside chan and hand him the soda can he had brought up from the kitchen awhile ago. when he takes a sip and let's out a satisfied sigh, I shove him to get his attention, "ofcourse we have chemistry, we're best friends," I said, "by your logic our moms would have some very serious explaining to do."

chan rolls his eyes and snorts, "oh yeah sure, our moms most definitely want to marry each other."

"chan!"

"how devastated do you think our daddies will be?" he asked while laughing at me.

I punch his arms, "for a person who just confessed to his long time best friend, you seem awfully well" I said. chan freezes as a wave of realisation crashes over him, "fuck" he cursed, while a sweet blush covers his cheeks.

I laughed softly and let him revel in his embarrassment for a little while. "I— I didn't say I like like you." he mumbled, avoiding my eyes and I felt a smirk crawl up my lip.

"relax chan, I don't think it's a bad idea" I said, grabbing the magazine from the foot of my bed and opening it to continue reading from where I last stopped.

I felt chan freeze beside me, "you don't think it's a bad idea?" he asked, genuine confusion clouding his features.

I shrugged my shoulder to feign nonchalance. "your a great guy, an we make a greater team. why shouldn't we get married?" I said, the words on the page mocking me by not letting me understand what they meant.

chan pushes his hand on the magazine and catches my attention with his voice, and a hooked finger lifting my chin to hold eye contact, "wait hold on, are you proposing?" he asked with the same smugness I was feeling a minute earlier (and am lacking in now).

a sudden wave of shyness hits me but I refused to acknowledge it, "no— no way." I said, turning my head away from his piercing gaze, "you did it first" I said in an exasperated voice as if I was a child being accused of doing something only after I saw someone else do it.

chan looked taken aback for a second, then he shakes his head lightly as if to throw away all the useless doubts "I'm gonna kiss you" he said, holding the sides of my neck, "and I want you to slap me very hard if you don't want me to" he said.

as if in hell I would do that.

I don't wait for him to lean down and just reach up myself to meet his plush lips. he almost pull back in surprise but I grab onto his shirt and pull him close to me.

he gives in and melts into the kiss, giving me every suppressed feeling and every fluttering emotion he kept hidden for I dont know how long. when he finally pulled back he rests his head on my shoulder and pants.

when he pulls back theres a wide grin on his face and he laughs. he stops for a moment to think, the grin never leaving, then he falls on the bed and starts laughing again.

I raised my eyebrow at his maniacal behavior, "did i kiss you dumb or what" I asked, resting my hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

chan rolls his eyes but smiles anyways, "I was right," he sings, "our moms do have some explaining to do!"

[bnha-headcanonss]

POV, Shinsou proposes + engaged life

• Shinsou would wait a long while before proposing, a couple years, 4-5 I would imagine. He wants to make sure this is his version of forever, and it is.

• When walking around the city together at night, almost every night, you’ll usually find yourself on a small hill, just to over look the city and it’s been a go-to spot for years. One night he takes you there on a normal walk. Holding hands, talking about your days, plans for the next.

You two lay in the grass, as usual, just you two there. You get up to see the city lights, its festival season so there’s more vibrant lights rather than just light forks windows, cars and street lights, but there’s purples and pinks, blue and orange. A whole rainbow.

You turn around to show him, as if he hasn’t seen them hundreds of times, but he still loves to hear you gush about them, every time.

But when you turn around you’re met with Shinsou, on one knee and a ring box opened in his hands.

Engaged Life

• Quite a bit of time is spent on the wedding. Joint effort in making sure everything is perfect for the both of you.

• He makes sure to add aspects of both of your lives to perfectly represent each other and the relationship.

• The dates planned for your initial anniversary, his idea and he’s sticking to it.

• Little add-in, he doesn’t believe in divorce, so you’re in it for the long run, which is why he’s very meticulous about the planning.

• He flaunts you as much as possible for as reserved as he is. “This is my fiancée”, flashes his ring whenever others eye him and so on.

• You bring up the idea of starting a family, furbabies for now, of course. You know he’s wanted a cat since he was in high school when you met him, probably even longer than that. You’ve been wanting a bunny forever and although he isn’t much of a bunny person, he caves in, just for you. You got them both as babies so they bond nicely.

• You still visit that spot almost every night of course, looking at the lights, sharing your days together.

• During the day you two go and explore other locations, not as a replacement, but more of an adventure.

• Date nights become more regular. Walks around the city and fancy dinners.

• He loves the idea of being married to you soon and talks about it a lot, usually at that spot or in bed before going to sleep.

Thank you for the suggestion!

It’s 7 am, I’ve been awake since about 3:30 pm, typing this with fake nails was rough lmfaoo. I’m going to sleep now. (Prob not)

[a-whispering-echo]

thinking about the band boys getting married-

For one, obviously they legally CANT get all married to EACH OTHER, so, i imagine what theyd do, is pair up, have a 'joint' wedding day, where Horror would stay the only 'non wedded' one because he doesnt want to risk loosing his disability benefits in he married, if, god forbit, they didnt all work out, leaving him broke - SO- pair up, have all matching rings, including Horror in it, have Dust and Cross, and Killer and Nightmare (or some variation of that) get married to each other, on the same day, and the same place, at the same time, and ALL call each other husbands.

How many of them would WANT to get married? i think Cross would 100% want to- i think hed LOVE the idea of calling his long time partners his 'husband' - dude would SO cry on his wedding day.

I think Nightmare would too - maybe not as much as Cross does, but i think he'd like things like the sharing assest, and for their family being LEGALLY tied together, for things like inheritance reasons, hospital visits, possibly children based things if they went down that road. i think itdd be a HUGE relief off his shoulders for them to know they'd all be safe if something happened. Remember, Nightmare comes from an old money, rich history, and even WITH the band making a large amount of money, i think he'd appreciate the safety net should thinks suddenly take a drop.

Dust honestly couldnt give two shits. dude would show up to his wedding in a hoodie and sweats if his partners didnt force him to dress nice.

Killer wouldnt care about the actual MARRIAGE bit, they'd just want the big party and the pretty outfits that come with them. Hed love to do those silly wedding traditions, like tossing the bouquet, cutting the cake, wearing something so fancy it makes heads turn...

Horror would be much the same as Cross, i think. even if hes not LEGALLY getting married, i think hed be over the MOON with calling them all his husbands.

What would they wear? well-

Nightmare dresses so formal ALL THE TIME, so i think he'd want something that is MORE than just his everyday suits. something moon themed, obviously, nice cufflinks, maybe something with a nice dark overcoat that drapes across the floor; maybe hed go more 'vampire' with it. he'd want to look like ROYALTY. maybe hed even wear a crown.

Cross would want to go fairly standard an traditional, i think. just a nice tux, nice an simple, but fancy and elegant at the same time. i dont think he'd care what he wore really, hes not here for the dress up or the party, but the end result. maybe Killer convinces him to wear something a little more 'whine night' themed. maybe a cross-over panelled jacket, with chains and gems over it in his pocket, maybe a sash - i think Cross would do whatever his partners want, fundamentally, cus he knows it would make them happy.

Horror would be fairly boring too, i think. maybe just some suit. though, with his -as the orphanage and fostor system told him- scottish heritage, maybe he'd wear a kilt. Horror would be VERY fond of tartan, i think. and hes always been font of a good edgy rip in his clothing, so maybe hed go for something purposefully distressed - again, maybe with the chains, something a bit punk but still formal.

Now, despite me saying earlier that Dust wouldnt give a shit, i think, after so much though has been put in his husbands-to-be's outfits, hed start feeling a bit embarrassed that he didnt really put much thought into his own. i think, eventually, he would decide to wear a hanbok for his wedding, have his hair pulled back into a lovely pin up, with pins and such, maybe even go for some pale foundation, and rosy cheeks, because he KNOWS it'd make his partners swoon. i think that seeing as he going korean traditional with it mostly, hed want SOMETHING a little more western too, to join BOTH sides of his heritage. maybe he wears a veil, in pretty white; something to cover his head in the way that brings him comfort, and still look 'wedding' - maybe he wears a hanbok in white and gold, still with the more traditional red and blue elements in it still, but primarily white, just to say 'yes, im one of the grooms, thanks'

Killer... oh, Killer. i think Killer would get SO antsy over what hes going to wear. its his BIG DAY, and he NEEDS to look PERFECT! i think hed work himself into a tizzy trying to decide on suit, dress, style, cut - that hed freak and have to have his partners calm him down and work through it. his first thought is suit, but then he feels like thats too BORING, and not THEM enough! so i think it'd then start considering dresses - but GOD so many STYLES! something more slim sitting and sleek? something more poofy, like a princess dress> and THEN theres the problem of wedding dressed being designed for feminine body times, of which they do NOT have, so nothing FITS when hes trying things on! and then, there the idea of WHITE, because, like, he looks GREAT in white, dont get hims wrong! but at the same time, Killers VERY antitraditional, and the white was always about the purity and virginity of the bride, of which he is NEITHER - so-? NO. i think eventually, hed decide to get a custom made outfit for itself. He eventually decides on a dress, but with a few modifications. it want leather in there; a nice leather bodice, with layers of black leather in the skirt, with white lace over the top, a nice long white train to the dress, that spattered with red splashes to look like blood, he wants chains, and studs, and a suit jackets over the bodice, he wants a veil with 'blood splattered' over it he wants it torn, with a spiky headdress, and chairs dripping down from ot over his face, he wants something that screams KILLLER - something original, something pretty and feminine, but something rough and edgy and masculine too. THATS what he wants.

and i think he'd have to get it custom made too - which means it'd cost a FORTUNE, which, logically they can afford, and would realistically barely make a DENT in their savings, but still, Dust who grew up homeless, eating from trash cans and saving every penny, would GAG at the thought of spending 380,000$ on a fucking DRESS-

[iskratempestmadness]

The characters of the "Baki the Grappler" and dating you

Baki:

Oh, this boy is so tense because of the constant fighting... That's why he prefers something relaxing and cozy... For example, having dinner together at home in a quiet environment or just wrapping up in blankets with you and watching TV shows or just listening to how your day went. He likes to see you completely relaxed with him too. It's just that this is the homely, calm atmosphere that he lacked, so he completely enjoys it.

Hanayama:

He prefers shopping or going to restaurants. As I wrote earlier, he is good at talking about his affection for you, so he shows it by making you expensive gifts. But he also likes to see you smile when he gives you another piece of jewelry. It probably can't be called a date, but he likes to see you cook for him. Your concentration at this moment, the skill of your hands, and these charming flavors that fill the cooking process... Mmmmm Hana is thinking about the wedding at this time

Katsumi:

Ohhh this is a surprise. Even for him. Will you go to the amusement park? It's possible! Are you going to go to the spa together? Maybe! Dinner on the roof? Why not, you can try it! Just take a walk in the park? Good idea! Katsumi is trying, in fact, he doesn't care where the date is or what he has to do, because you're happy with him. He will do anything to get your attention and surprise you. But he also likes to get new impressions, new emotions. He's a double plus.

Jack:

He also likes something calm and quiet. But his undisputed favorite is joint training. From jogging in the park to strength training in the gym. He likes the way you look during them, the way you give your all, the way sweat runs down your body while jogging. But he likes even more the fact that you're trying to match him, that you're trying to get better. It may seem that this is not a date, but a competition, but he really appreciates such moments.

Retsu:

His favorites are dating in the park and reading together. No matter how hackneyed it may be, but he loves reading and you, and combining you is just heaven for him. What could be better than reading together or discussing a book you've already read? He also likes to cook with you (he likes the way you look in an apron) But he's also ready to try something new with you.

Bonus:

Once you asked him to dance, he agreed. Despite the fact that he was somewhat clumsy, he liked it, he began to practice more. Now dancing is the final part of your romantic evening.

Shibukawa:

Something quiet and peaceful like joint walks in the park or picnics. A calm atmosphere, a nice conversation, the beauty of nature is all he needs. He's a pretty traditional guy, but he doesn't mind trying something new at all. For example, to go to the slot machines with you. HE'LL FIT IN PERFECTLY. He is moderately gambling, does not like to lose and learns quickly. But now it's not a date, it's a WAR, after you're done, the loser pays for the winner's subsequent purchases throughout the evening. This cute grandpa will basically fit into any adventure with you (if it doesn't break the law), it helps him feel younger.

Doppo:

He also likes to try something new. Take him bowling, he'll like it. He can screw up a couple of times, but his gambling is working in the right direction. But it can also turn into a competition. He also likes to buy you cute trinkets, bracelets, rings, headbands. You're a princess for him, and that's why you have to look the part.

Bonus:

LOVES it when you arrange a spa day. He likes to see you relax, but he likes the way you take care of him even more. He loves it when you give him a massage (probably often whined that his shoulders and back hurt, because of this you had to take care of him and you know what... He liked it☺) Now you have scheduled days for self-care.

[ladyiristheenchantress]

Anniversary Witchcraft

As you all may or may not know, I am a married witch! I have spoken about my husband before in our motorcycles and car magic post, however I felt now would be an amazing time to talk about some of the rituals we do on anniversaries coming up! (September 17th to be exact) First of all, Happy 7 years darling, I am so proud to be your wife every day, and I am so grateful you have been my raven, my rock, and my partner in crime. I so adore you, and I cant wait to spend the rest of our time on the Tellus Mater together. Till death do us part, but even then we will remain ghosts on our record player. With that said, lets get started!

What is magical about an anniversary?

Much like any holiday, we create personal celebrations like birthdays, celebrations of life, and anniversaries to keep track of the time that has been spend together. It should be a celebration of love and strong living together! The first instance of a wedding anniversary comes from ancient Rome, where on each year of marriage the spouses would crown each other with things (more traditionally, the husbands to their wives) and on their 25th anniversary they would be crowned with a wreath of silver.

Later on, in 18th century Germany, people started a tradition of gift giving, and eventually created a yearly symbol you gift to someone as a tradition each year to ward off spirits, people looking to harm the bond, and even in some cases death itself!

Today we celebrate anniversaries around the world, whether you are recreating Armenian balance bread, or trying out Japanese senbazuru, however you choose to celebrate may it be unique and full of love!

Magical Ideas

Now we may need some spell and divination ideas for our anniversaries so here are some of the ones my husband and I love!

Follow the yearly gift guide! - This fun tradition is actually celebrated and honors world wide cultures because a lot of them had their own yearly traditions adapted into one! The old saying goes on your first year you give paper, the 5th you give wood, 10th you give aluminum, 25th you give silver, and 50th you give gold! These guides are a fun way to get connected to your relationship but also honors tradition which can strengthen your relationship magically!

2. Create a protection ritual for the year on your anniversary - when you start thinking about how to preserve your relationship you get a lot of factors you have to plan for. Every year my husband and I put obsidian arrowheads in the corner of our bedroom as a way to protect our sacred relationship! this process can be as simple or as complicated as you want it to be

3. Petition and honor deities of marriage - Each year my husband and I honor 3 gods, Hera, Aine, and Zepar! This is because we wanted to honor our pagan practices and heritage in our marriage, so we picked one hellenic for my history, one irish for both of our ancestoral line, and one infernal for my husbands history! We do also petition elemental spirits, and update them as we do our yearly river walk

4. Create a shrine to your relationship - We created an altar to dedicate all our gifts to each other, and important works of art we have created, when we put together a shrine for our love, it really helped up to feel connected, so we like to renew it every year

5. Do some divination about the year ahead - Feel free to use this custom spread I use each year! Its awesome if you can do this together! Additionally, you can use cafe astrology to create a free "birth chart" for the day and time of your anniversary

Other ideas?

For my 18+ friends, design a sensual ritual that involves all 5 senses to link yours together

Create a magical meal together to protect and honor the relationship

Create a joint journal or scrap book for memories

Exchange cards, gifts, and sweets to make the other person feel special

Enjoy a nice time out getting coffee or exploring a garden

Make the bed together, and do chores together during the day, then rest and relax at night

In general anniversaries are special! I will be making an age restricted post about sexual magic very soon so stay tuned for that! I hope all of my friends have enjoyed this post, and from our family to yours, happy anniversary!

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[jev-urisk]

Writing thrupples with a 'hinge', from someone who falls asleep in the middle every night.

A hinge thrupple is where two people are dating the same person, but not one another. So, not a triangle.

I don't know any thrupples with a childish Jacob-Edward rivalry over the 3rd person (annoying, overplayed)

I don't know any always lovey-dovey thrupples where the two suitors don't do anything outside constantly showering their 3rd with affection (honestly a bit creepy to me)

I'm bi/pan and nonbinary/fluid. My partners are a big burly cis dude and a tall snarky androgynous lesbian, they're not at all attracted to one another. Sexuality/gender plays a big part in dynamics and what I'm called (one calls me Wife and the other calls me Boyfriend).

Many poly peeps set out with intention to have multiple partners, my situation happened accidentally with some help from my autism. Basically I fell in love with two people like the movies but instead of drama I had an honest conversation and they both agreed to try it out. 🤷

I call both my partners 'babe' which in hindsight maybe I should've used 'hun' for one of them, but it's also so cute when I say babe and have two people turn to me. ❤️ They do have some unique, less appropriate pet names tho.

So so so much communication is needed to make sure you're on the same page as your partners. Google calendar helps, as do chore charts. I have 2 date nights a week, one for each partner. Holiday plans are discussed months ahead of time.

Relationships develop at different speeds! One partner may be ready for a milestone a month in, a different partner may be ready for the same milestone in 4 years.

So many perks! Splitting bills, splitting chores, coordinating when emergencies happen, and VOTING! With 3, the discourse for deciding anything from what to eat to what color to paint a room is SO much quicker.

I think the biggest difficulty was getting over my fear that I was doing something wrong, that I was selfishly drawing 2 people into something that would end in heartbreak. I was also afraid my partners wouldn't get along. 😵‍💫

Minor difficulties include deciding who to take for events that are +1 only, remembering who we've come out to, and getting crushed in the middle of the night when both partners roll towards the center of the bed where I sleep. 🪦

I can only be legally married to 1 partner where I live, but my other partner hates the idea of doing joint taxes so �� when we have a wedding one day, we're going to get legal permissions to, say, visit me in the hospital when I'm dying and call it good.

Yes, I can have another wedding and it will be just as beautiful and symbolic as the one that included legal paperwork.

Only two people can be on a marriage certificate, but three people can be on a mortgage! We've jointly owned a house for almost a year and a half and it's been so much work but so nice to have our privacy.

My partners get jealous of one another, that's normal. They know to communicate that feeling with me so I can give them some 1 on 1 time or special attention.

If me and one of my partners are struggling in our relationship, I DONT vent to my other partner and just give a basic 'I'm working through something with X right now'. I know too many polycules that have become a drama mosh-pit. 😓

My partners can be friends, or lovers, or simple acquaintances but THEY decide that and I don't push them to do anything except communicate when needed. My partners are introverts and it's taken years for them to build up their platonic relationship lol

Yes, I do occasionally get double-teamed in sexy ways (less than you'd think). 90% of the double-teaming I get is both of them calling me short or agreeing that I'm cute when I'm angy about trivial things, though. 😾

My partners now consider each other metamores, friends, and team-mates. My lesbian partner calls my male partner their 'husband in-law' sometimes, particularly when they want something from him.

Sometimes my partners bicker and I think it's cute bc it means they've become very comfortable with each other. If they have an actual issue I just encourage them to talk about it/I don't try to fix it for them.

We generally live a comfy, laid-back life and do all the mundane things you'd expect of mid-twenties to early-thirties folk- raising two dogs, fixing the sink, caving and ordering taco bell, forgetting to make that appointment, griping about the economy, bringing home plants, watching birds fight over the bird feeder, and sleeping in on the weekends. We just do it with 3. ☘️

Extra note: Polygamy is a term used in religious and male-centric plural partner situations. We use polyamory, polyfidelity, harem (jokingly), and thrupple to describe ourselves. Maybe some use polygamy and like it, but where we live (Utah) the term is generally reserved for fundentalist mormons.

There's probably a lot more to say, so maybe this is just a part 1. Feel free to ask me questions or comment with your own hinge experience (or tell me about your thrupple ocs)!

[skelavender]

“You’re getting red, Scully, people are going to think I’m making you blush.” “Wouldn’t be the first time I did something like that in public.” “Oh?” He asks, “Do tell.” Scully lifts an eyebrow, “You sure you want to know?”

reach chapter 5 of you are in love on ao3, or below the cut!

You kiss on sidewalks

You fight and you talk

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love

***

December 1996

Scully is, to Mulder’s delight, a little tipsy. Which, also to Mulder’s delight, means that she is giddy, giggling and beaming at him from across the small bar table like she hasn’t a care in the world. He just has to reach out and touch her, brushing fingertips across her flushed cheeks.

“You’re getting red, Scully, people are going to think I’m making you blush.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I did something like that in public.”

“Oh?” He asks, “Do tell.”

Scully lifts an eyebrow, “You sure you want to know?”

“Sure, why not.”

Scully moves her chair to the side of the table so they’re sitting next to each other instead of across. She takes his chin in her hand, and guides him closer to her to whisper in his ear.

“I was involved with someone, in med school. We… worked together, and it was hard to find time outside of the hospital. So we made use of our limited free time there.” Her lips graze his ear, and oh, shit, this was a bad idea. A bad, bad idea. This is not a conversation Mulder should be having in a public space.

“Uh huh.” He says weakly.

“We’d make out in storage closets if we could wedge the door. Sometimes, if we got lucky we would find an empty on-call room, which was always useful. More space to move. More… options.” She grins wickedly into Mulder’s ear, biting her tongue between her teeth. The side of her mouth brushes against his cheek, just in front of his temporomandibular joint.

“Scully,” His voice is rough now. This is un-fucking-fair, but he did it to himself. 

Scully pulls back. “Now people are really going to think we’re having a… heated discussion.” Her eyes fall to his cheek, and she lifts her hand to touch where her lips had just been brushing the space just in front of his ear. She frames his ear between her thumb and pointer finger, and brushes along a smear of red that isn’t from his blush. “Oops,” she says, “Left a little lipstick.” 

He watches her brush away the evidence of contact. He doesn’t want to think about Scully with another man, having rushed sex in places they shouldn’t like he’s dreamed of having with her in their office, but the image won’t leave. 

Scully reaches for Mulder’s hand where it lays on the table. She clasps it between her own, fingers dancing across the ridges of his wedding ring. When she tears her eyes from it and lifts them to meet his own, she raises his hand to her mouth and presses a kiss onto the ring. Mulder just about melts. 

Sometimes, it seems like Scully is unaware of the hold she has on him. How latched onto her he is. She owns him with the ring on his finger, with the smudge of lipstick still smeared across the side of his face, with the dedication written across his face. He’s hers, and he’ll never be anyone else’s. This, he knows. 

“You ready to go home, sweetheart?” She asks. He knows it’s not a come-on, she’s just tipsy and done with being in public, but god he wishes it were one.

“Yeah, Scully, let’s get going.”

Mulder closes their tab and they don their coats to head outside. Scully stumbles a little as they exit the bar, and Mulder wraps his arm securely around hers to keep her steady, clasping their hands. He keeps the arm stiff to support her. 

“You good there, Scully?”

“Mhmm.” She hums, carefree. “Let’s walk home. It’s nice.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, you’re a little…”

“I’m fine. It’s only three blocks.” She punctuates her insistence with a peck on the cheek. “You won’t let me fall.”

Well, she’s got a point there. They walk home without too much ordeal, hands clasped the whole way. 

Mulder savors it. Physical contact from Scully isn’t exactly rare — especially not these days, where they fall asleep in the same bed and cuddle on the couch and occasionally press closed, chaste lips to each other’s skin — but he still soaks it up like a sponge every time. Scully is special. Her touch is special. She doesn’t welcome touch from many people, and Mulder is honored to be one of the rare few she permits in her proximity. It makes him feel fulfilled. Valued. Trusted.

Scully heads to the bedroom, leaving Mulder to lock up. Or her room. Though his sits empty, collecting dust, he’s hesitant to lay any kind of claim on the room with the pink walls in which they sleep.

She’s laying facedown on top of the covers when he enters, starfished across the bed sideways. She lifts her head when he steps in, but barely past the doorway.

“Oh do you want me to…” He gestures towards the hallway, towards the other room with the unmade bed that hasn’t been touched in months.

“Mm-mm,” she negates and slides back onto her feet. “I’m just going to change and we can go to sleep.” Scully gets off the bed and presses yet another kiss to his cheek on her way to the dresser. Then, he starts to peel her shirt over her head.

Mulder turns very, very red and turns around immediately. It’s not the first time he’s seen her less than fully dressed – hell, she’d walked into his motel room mostly naked the week they’d met – but he’s not going to risk gawking at her when she’s drunk and showing more of her body than she would sober. 

When he hears the dresser drawer close and risks turning around, she’s wearing a shirt (his) and sleep pants (miraculously, her own), and a crumpled wipe on the counter is smeared with her lipstick. She crawls under the covers on her side of the bed and pats the empty space next to her. “You coming, honey?”

Mulder steps forward and loosens his belt and removes his jeans to sleep in his t-shirt and boxers. He wraps his wife in his arms, presses a kiss to her forehead with a silent wish that someday, soon, it will all be real, and drifts off.

***

He doesn’t get much sleep. He wakes up a couple hours later with too much anxious energy to stay in bed, for fear of fidgeting too much and waking Scully up. So he rises around 4AM, and goes into the office early. 

Scully wakes to a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers on her nightstand, just in case, and a note on the half full coffee maker saying that Mulder will see her at work. This one has a smiley face on it. Others have had hearts. Scully keeps those ones.

She misses a call from him while driving in because her cell phone is out of reach. When she does finally make it to their office, it, too, is empty. There, she is greeted only by yet another note, this one saying that Skinner called asking them to come up to discuss a potential case at their earliest convenience. She drops her bag and coat and heads upstairs to meet them. 

When she walks in, Mulder and Skinner are standing at the conference table with files scattered across it, clearly Mulder’s doing instead of Skinner's. They both stare at her like she’s grown a second head as she approaches the table. Idly, she wonders if there are any relevant X-files on the topic. 

“What?” she asks, and looks down at her outfit, where both men are staring, suddenly afraid that she’s in one of those nightmares where she’s forgotten to put a shirt on and is just wearing her blazer with the way they’re staring at her. She doesn’t understand their looks until her eyes lift back up at Mulder. 

And she sees him wearing the exact. Same. Damn. Outfit. A navy suit, she’s even decided to wear trousers instead of a skirt today, with a cornflower shirt underneath. She’s never even seen him wear a cornflower blue shirt. She doesn’t think he had one. When the hell did he have time to go shopping. The only differences between their outfits are Mulder’s horribly clashing red and brown patterned tie, and Scully’s heels. 

“You have got to be kidding me.” Scully says.

Mulder bursts out laughing. Even Skinner has half of an amused smile on his face. 

“I am going home and I am changing.” Scully lifts her hands defensively and turns around to do just that.

“No Scully, Scully wait. We have a case.” Mulder manages through his laughter. He waves his hand to beckon her over to the mess of file folders on the conference table. “Look.”

“You want to go into the field like this?” She asks indignantly. “Mulder, how are we supposed to get anyone to take us as serious investigators if we look like we stepped out of the his-and-hers section of a Macy’s catalog?”

“With your strict professionalism, I think we’ll be fine.”

Scully rolls her eyes, but takes her seat to hear about the case. Skinner gets ushered out about 10 minutes later due to an emergency meeting with another AD, leaving Mulder and Scully to collect the files and bring them back downstairs. 

Scully rises first, and catches a whiff of something familiar as she does. Jasmine and vanilla. Her shampoo. She hadn’t washed her hair this morning, so it wasn’t from her. Her brows knit together, and she leans down to sniff at Mulder’s head, confirming her suspicions. 

“Did you use my shampoo?”

Mulder’s eyes widen when he looks up at her, guilty. “Maybe.”

“Mulder.”

“It makes my hair so soft!” He defends. Which is fair, that’s exactly why Scully uses it. “Is it a problem?”

Scully considers it for a moment. “No. But it’s expensive, so you’re buying the next bottle.”

“Deal.” Mulder beams up at her. 

Scully just shakes her head fondly, and runs a hand through his hair. He’s right, it’s softer than usual. So how could she complain?

***

That night, Scully stares into her sleeping husband's face. It's rare that he will be asleep while she lays awake, but for tonight, she gets to look into his relaxed, drooling visage without guilt.

Her love for him sometimes gets tangled up in a ball inside her chest that takes a couple days to unwind. There’s too much of it, and not enough room inside of her, and it takes time to knit it back into something manageable. Looking at him, here, it’s tangible. Large, but not overwhelming as it can sometimes be. 

They’ve changed each other. Scully knows this. But today, seeing how they’ve… melded together, almost, since living together, has showcased those changes spectacularly. 

They’ve always been a unit. Always been separated from the rest of the FBI. They’re their own tiny department, they’re Mr. and Mrs. Spooky, they’re MulderandScully. A single entity. One can not be discussed without the other. 

But today, with their matching suits and scents, it was so much. Not a bad thing, not too much, but intense nonetheless. 

Scully gives into the urge to run the back of her fingers along the skin of his cheek. When he shifts, snaps her hand back into her own space, not wanting to wake him. His eyes drift open anyway, before she can wipe the vulnerable expression off her face. 

“What’s that look for?” He asks, voice rough with sleep.

She shakes her head. “Nothing, go back to sleep.”

“Scully?”

She bites at her lip, unsure how to express the depth of her emotions without revealing too much. “You’re my best friend.”

The smile that blooms across his face isn’t the Christmas tree smile, but something softer. More affectionate, instead of simply joyful. It makes something stir in her chest all the same. 

“You’re my best friend, too. But how does that lead to you staring at me while I sleep?”

“Don’t worry about it, Mulder.” She leans into him, and places her head on his chest. His arms wrap around her reflexively, and hold her body tight to his. 

He knows what she’s saying. He can read between the lines, the secret second message woven into her words.

I love you. 

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.89 Lose control

During our conversation about pre-wedding activities, Sophia and I found the idea of having a party appealing, but we had reservations about the traditional bachelor and bachelorette party. I'd never been to one, but I'd heard stories about them. Getting wasted and dancing with other women didn't appeal to me at all. My party didn't have to follow that formula; we could spend the night however I wanted. But the real reason we were anxious was because we both we both had a small circle of friends. We loved kicking it with our respective squads, but a party with just one or two sims wouldn't be lit.

"What if we did a joint co-ed party?" she offered.

That was the most brilliant idea, and it relieved us both. I mean, the whole point of a bachelor/bachelorette party was just to hang out with friends and have a good time, right? Who's to say we couldn't do that together? Our friends and their plus ones were enough sims for a fun, intimate party.

We tried to take Mama's advice and not show up early this time and walked in with the first wave. Heh, if Sophia had agreed to my offer earlier, we could have been super late, but let's not dwell on that. While getting a drink, I saw Alessia. I was low-key pissed, to be honest. Not enough to make a scene or even snub her all night, but we were definitely not okay.

Dub snuck up on me, and I almost dropped my drink.

"This is a nice place," he said. "The food selection is...interesting."

"Yeah. I guess I should have been more specific when I requested light refreshments."

"It's all good. Nothing like a little natural sugar to get you pumped up!"

"That's right. I expect to see everyone dancing, Dubstep."

"Dubstep??"

"Yeah! I think it's about time I gave you a nickname."

"But Dubstep though? I can't stand that music! It's everywhere at home!"

"Sorry, dude. I'm not often this clever. It's sticking!"

"Ugh! You better be glad your name can only be shortened, or I'd come up with something annoying for you too!"

"HA! Thank you, granddad I never met, for a boring name."

"Oh, hi Dub," Sophia said. "Thanks for coming!"

"Of course I'd come. I gotta make sure my boy Luc stays out of trouble!"

Sophia laughed.

"That's kind of you, but totally unnecessary."

I loved she said that. We had several conversations about my female friends, and she always expressed her acceptance of them. I believed her, but part of me wondered if she was actually cool with it or just trying to avoid conflict. Those conversations triggered her sometimes, and I knew she was still dealing with scars her ex-trash man inflicted. I never gave her a reason to doubt me, and I intended to keep it that way. Even so, her display of trust touched me deeply.

Less and Justin were chilling in the corner, probably relieved that I was busy. Did they keep in touch? Probably not. Regardless, I was happy they maintained a small connection, even though I still believed he was much too old for her. Once Rashidah and her husband showed up, Sophia hit the dance floor and got the party going. I sat down and watched her, mesmerized by the thought that tomorrow she would be my wife.

Chi Chi latched onto Maia as soon as she arrived and did not let her go. When Dub noticed, he not-so-casually got closer and watched their every move. I don't know why I thought it was funny, but I laughed anyway. Seeing him transition through this relationship, going from uncertainty about pursuing it to worrying about someone encroaching on them, was fun to watch. I knew Chi Chi was harmless, but he didn't, so I didn't laugh too hard. Still, what was Maia thinking? She was so gracious to endure all that talking for two nights straight. I knew all too well how draining it could be, trying to keep up with all the words that flew out of her mouth.

I eventually finished my drink and got out there to shake it with everyone. Poor Dub didn't even take one step and spent the whole night watching Maia and Chi Chi. I made a mental note to talk to him about it before we left, so it didn't become a big deal later on.

The fruity drinks were lame, so I invited everyone to the bar downstairs and bought us a round. The thumping bass from the DJ downstairs reverberated through the walls, injecting a surge of energy into our group. Moving the party downstairs was a genius move. The room was buzzing with excitement. Lively conversations and laughter filled the air. In the midst of all the excitement, I spotted Less trying to slip away, but I quickly caught her eye and called her out.

"Where were you last night?"

"What?"

"The engagement dinner? You didn't show."

She shrugged.

"I didn't want to go."

I needed a moment before replying, because her response struck a nerve. Her indifference was no stranger to me; I'd been dealing with it my whole life. It annoyed me then, and triple annoyed me now. I usually coped with it by ignoring her, but this was something I could not shrug off.

"You couldn't at least call and tell me you weren't coming?"

"I guess. Why are you so upset? You had the dinner and now this party. They're pretty much the same thing, so why do I have to come to both?"

I was teetering on the edge of losing my cool, and it caught me off guard. Despite all the challenges I faced in my life, I could never truly feel angry. I could've been mad at Dad taking us away from Mama, but I was just a little kid and more scared than anything. I couldn't bring myself to be angry with Mama for breaking up our family because my love for her was too strong. Less always got on my nerves, and I could've been mad at her countless times, but I felt pressured to always be in control as the oldest, especially since she always copied me. I just wanted to experience losing control for once, but was that the moment to waste my chance? In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that serious. Less was just being Less, and as much as it pained me to overlook it again, I just took a few deep breaths and re-centered myself before responding.

"You're my sim of honor, Less. Does that even mean anything to you? We were doing toasts, and you weren't there. Dub did a toast for me, and we just met. Maybe I should have asked him or Maira to be my sim of honor."

"I'm sorry, Luca! I thought it was just a casual dinner or something. I didn't think you'd be mad."

I sighed and shook my head at her.

"You never do, Less."

Speaking of Dub, I saw him stewing on the sidelines, so I let Less go and went to de-escalate him.

"Am I crazy?" he asked as I sat down. "Is she really that bold that she would try to take my girl in front of my face?"

I was glad to have something comical to take my mind off my annoying sister.

"She's harmless, man. A bit of a flirt, yes, and she talks a lot, but she would never do that to you. She's sweet."

"Brooo! The talking! I thought maybe she liked me too because she had me hemmed up all night last night. I barely escaped in time to make a toast!"

I laughed.

"Believe me...I am aware. I feel like she has a word quota she has to reach every day or she'll explode or something."

"Yeah, and she's spending it all on us!"

"Seriously... But for real...I really appreciate you doing that last night. My sister should have been the one making that toast, but she wasn't there, and that really hurt my feelings."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I got you, bro. Whatever you need."

"I appreciate that, Dubstep."

"HEY!"

Dub and Maia by @mysimsloveaffair

[captain-mj]

I am here to beg for more selkie au. Its so cute and has my whole heart (i feel so bad for poor soaps mom)

Here ya go! this is probably the second to last to chapter btw

Ghost sat outside, smoking quietly. Every puff, he'd pass it to Soap who would pass it to Davina and then Rosy and then Iris and then they'd hand it back. It was a bit silly, treating a simple cig like a joint, but it was funny so he let it slide.

"Used to smoke cigs on my roof with Tommy. Good times." Simon told them, lighting another one to share.

"Tommy?"

"Little brother. I was the best man at his wedding." Good times.

Soap glanced at him. "And I haven't met him?"

Simon imagined his bright and sunny Soap meeting Tommy. Living Tommy. They'd get along like a house on fire. Then they'd set the actual house on fire. He smiled a little, forgetting about how his scars pulled when he did. For once, no one said anything. No one looked at him like he was sad or pathetic.

"How about the next time we're on leave I'll introduce you to him?" Simon looked at Johnny. "He's dead. But I got some tapes."

"Oh..." Johnny winced. "I'm sorry."

Simon shrugged. "It's been nice. Being around you guys. Reminds me of him."

Davina hummed. "Bet he was a cool guy."

"Fucking coolest. Cooler than me that's for sure." Simon smiled. "We were in a band in high school. He played drums. I played bass."

"Any good?"

"Fucking sucked." Simon shrugged. "Nostalgic though. Loved playing. Then I went to the military. Fucked up my hands."

"You're a sniper."

"Yeah. Don't have the muscle memory for guitar anymore. Just the gun." Simon mock aimed a gun. "S'okay. Like I said. Dog shit at it. Tommy was good, but he quit for his family."

Johnny must've realized that asking about his family might not be a great idea. So did everyone else.

Fergus came home. He saw them all on the stoop outside, glancing at all of them. "You all okay?"

"Just fine, sir." Ghost answered, pulling Soap's coat further around him. His arm was around Soap, making everything feel right. Good. "Moray is making dinner I believe."

Fergus nodded. "I see..." He must've noticed something was off. But he still went inside.

Soap closed his eyes and leaned into Ghost.

They all heard the sounds of Moray beating the shit out of him. It was rough.

"Good for her."

Davina grabbed the cigarette and took a deep, deep puff. "She deserves it."

Simon nodded and lit some more cigarettes for them to all share. They all just chilled for a bit longer as he struggled to get the upper hand over a woman who was, from he sounds of it, using a frying pan.

Moray came out eventually and Ghost quickly lit one for her. She took it and started smoking quickly, hands shaking. "That was... great."

"Have fun?" Simon smiled.

Moray nodded. "I can see why you beat your father."

"Jesus, Mom." Rosy gasped.

Simon laughed. "Nah, it's fair." He checked his phone and showed Soap that they had been approved for a longer leave. They shared a look and both smiled.

"Alright, ma." Soap smiled at him. "You going to be okay?" He crouched in front of her and kissed her cheek.

Moray nodded and took a puff. "Course I will. Might disappear for a while. I... I want to come back though. See you three."

Simon didn't miss how Soap got teary eyed over it. He remembered Soap saying she'd abandon them without a second thought.

Soap must've decided he'd cry later when he was alone. Because he just nodded. "I will see you soon, Ma." He stood up.

"Alright, boys." Moray hugged him and gave him a quick squeeze. Then she hugged Simon. Soap winced and mouthed sorry to him.

Simon tensed at first before hugged back, trying to remember how his Mom would hug him after Dad had one of his episodes. She relaxed immediately.

"He's very good at hugs. And handsome. I can see why you picked him."

Simon very suddenly and aggressively realized he was not wearing anything. "Ah..." He noticed her look at the pointed ears and the odd freckles.

"Ma!!"

"Too bad he's British or he'd be perfect."

"Ma!! We have to go back to base now." Soap grabbed Ghost hard to go get packed.

[talshiargirlfriend]

Pure silliness! Inspired by recent discussions.

The Gag Gift - on ao3

“Whatcha got there?” Trip asked as he peered over T’Pol’s shoulder at the parcel on the desk.

“I believe we have received a wedding gift.” T’Pol frowned slightly as she removed the tissue paper. Her eyebrows shot up as she lifted a pair of pale blue silk boxer shorts with MRS TUCKER embroidered across the rear.

“Oh my god!” Trip laughed. “Who sent that? Travis? Nah, it's gotta be Malcolm.”

“The card is signed ‘With best wishes for a long and prosperous marriage. Love, Hoshi Sato and Malcolm Reed.’” T’Pol read.

“Ooh, they’re joint card official, huh? Good for them,” Trip smiled.

Wordlessly T’Pol lifted a second pair of boxers embroidered MR T’POL.

“Hey, that’s me!” Trip beamed. “I am Mr T’Pol.”

She looked at him with fond exasperation, “You know that’s not how Vulcan naming conventions work.”

“Well, you married a human and I’m quite happy to be Mr T’Pol, so you’ll just have to live with it.”

“I’ll try to manage.”

“That’s my girl,” he grinned.

“Is it not somewhat unusual even by human standards to gift one’s friends undergarments?” she asked dryly.

Trip chuckled, “Yeah, it’s supposed to be funny. It’s a gag gift.”

T’Pol tilted her head, “Demonstration of affection by provoking mild embarrassment.”

“That’s pretty much it,” Trip agreed.

“Is…?” T’Pol faltered slightly before deciding. “We are not expected to actually wear these items.”

Maybe Trip’s grandma had been right when she said he had a streak of the devil in him because he simply could not help himself. He put on his charming face, “I’m game if you are.”

T’Pol studied him appraisingly and then nodded once, “You’d look good in Triaxian silk.”

Trip laughed and squeezed her shoulder. “I had no idea how funny you were back then! I just wanted a reaction…. I really wanted your attention.”

“And now you have it,” she kissed him softly.

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Trip sat on the bed in his silk boxers feeling more than a little ridiculous. He was gonna get Malcolm for this.

Nevermind that it was his own damn fault. His inability to resist goading T’Pol had landed him in this situation. And this garment.

But still. Mr Gag Gift had it coming. He was gonna get Malcolm for this.

Trip rubbed a hand over the bedcover anxiously and tried to arrange himself to look at least somewhat dignified. He crossed and then uncrossed his legs. Well... just north of pathetic would have to suffice. He was gonna get Malcom for this.

He smiled when he heard her footsteps and looked up as his T’Pol entered the room.

She somehow managed to look dignified as she met his eye. She wore an expression of challenge along with the silly little boxer shorts. And nothing else.

God damn.

He was gonna get Malcolm something really nice for this.

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Trip reached up to accept the incoming call without looking at the screen.

“Captain Tucker!” he could hear his friend’s grin before he saw it.

“Malcolm! It’s good to hear from you. Did you get the Andorian ale I sent?”

Malcolm wiggled the bottle of blue liquid. “I did, and I am just about to pour myself a glass. Join me?”

Trip raised his coffee cup in a salute, “Cheers!”

“Cheers, mate! And how is Mrs Tucker?”

“She’s great, but I’d like to see you call her that to her face.”

“I confess, I may not be brave enough for that, but I hope to see you both soon.”

They both drank to that sentiment.

“You know… I feel a little bad. This is an awfully nice bottle to acknowledge a gag gift.”

Trip looked at him sternly, “Just say ‘thank you,’ Malcolm.”

Reed’s eyes widened, “You’re not telling me you actually-!”

“I’m not telling you anything at all.” Trip smirked.

“Trip, you sly dog…” Malcolm grinned slowly.

“Hey! Stop picturing my wife in her underwear and enjoy your drink.”

“Your wife! My god. You really love saying that, don’t you?”

Trip smiled shyly into his coffee, “I really do.”

A door chime sounded.

“I’ll not keep you from duty, Captain. Stay safe, my friend.”

“You too, Mal.”

[sugar-omi]

I read a post on twitter about how this guy celebrated his bachelor's party by going kayaking. I thought that was cool and better than the usual party I've seen on media.

Imagine the boy's bachelor parties involving something of their interest.

I wanna do laser tag or paintballs with Derek. I feel like it works well with his competitive attitude.

omg yesss that'd be such a good idea!!! yknow what I would've loved bachelor/bachelorette scenes in the wedding dlc. that would've been funnnn

but omf yes. I can already see cove n dereks bachelor parties, very fun n very them.

but also I wanna talk abt baxters bachelor party. bc. well we know what his family is like n he only recently stopped keeping society at a distance... so imagine your friends n family bounding together to have a nice bachelor party for him

but also I could see him not having one. n like, you 2 having a joint party. or just an engagement party. he seems like an engagement party kinda guy

could also see it w cove too, he's so relaxed. he doesn't really care for fanfare n from what little he'd know about bachelor parties, wouldn't sound good to him. but I think he'd be happy still to spend time w your friends n family.. he'd come around after some coaxing n persuasion (offer food. maybe surfing... that's all he needs to hear, when are we going?)

[wessexroyalfamily]

{Location: White Lodge, Winchester City}

Princess Margaret of Lancaster: I thought the Queen was in residence at the Palace, why are we driving out of the city?

Anne Spencer-Lewis, The Countess Spencer: You’ve been invited for tea at Claremont House ma’am.

Margaret: You don’t think the Queen is angry about the protesters outside of the Cathedral the other day, do you?

Anne: No at all, no one can blame you for what people think.  

Margaret: Well my mother already has. 

Anne: No offence to your mother, but she is not the Queen. 

Margaret: Exactly! If my mother was that upset, imagine how furious the Queen must be.

Anne: After the war, the Queen’s popularity took a hit, and since then she’s prefers to spend her days out of the city, to be away from the crowds of protestors.

Margaret: So?

Anne: So, you might be surprised to find aa ally in her, who understands what you are going through.

{Location: Claremont House, Hyde Park - outside of Winchester City}

Queen Anne II of Wessex: It was too soon.

Prince Christian, The Earl of Gloucester: How were any of us to know?

Anne II: We should have waited before having the two of them in a joint engagement. What was Alexander thinking?

Christian: We agreed to it. 

Anne II: His role is to advise us, with advise that will actually be helpful.  

Christian: I think he made the right call.  Now we have a chance to iron out the kinks before their tour around Dorset after the wedding.

Anne II: This  marriage was supposed to bring the country together, not have the people banging at our doors.

*knock at drawing room door.

Anne, Lady-In-Waiting: Her Royal Highness has arrived.

Margaret: Your Majesty, it is so good to see you again.

Anne II: Yes, Margaret, welcome dear.

Margaret: Thank you, thank you both, for inviting me.

Christian: Of course , now come in and sit, we have tea already ready.

Anne II: Did you get here alright?  

Margaret: Yes a car drove me straight here. It surprisingly isn't too far of a drive.

Anne II: Not at all, Hyde Park has been used as a retreat by the royal family for generations. William and his brother basically grew up in this house. I'm guessing soon you and William will have your pick of country houses in the Park soon, if you wish.  

Margaret: Thank you ma'am, but honestly I haven't thought that far.

Christian: Smart girl. How are things going at White Hall?

Margaret: We are all settling in fine. My mother and sisters love the garden. and it is nice being in the city but having additional privacy of the surrounding park land.

Anne II: Oh that's excellent to hear.  

Christian: And the press hasn't been giving you too hard of a time?

Margaret: No, security keeps the paparazzi at bay for the most part.

Christian: And the protestors?

Margaret: Luckily they aren’t allowed near the house, but I hear that a few have set up camp outside Woodstock Palace.

Anne II: Yes, Will’s staff had to increase security around the entrances.

Christian: You should know this won’t be going away anytime soon. The pressure I mean.

Anne II: But our hope is to make it easier for you. 

Christian: Yes exactly.

Anne II: We’ve arrange some engagements for you and Will to attend. The more the public see you two together, the more they’ll come around to the idea of the wedding.

Christian: And not just with you two, but you with the rest of the Royal Family. It will show the nation that you are one of us now.

Margaret: How many engagements? I was hoping to spend these last few weeks with my family as much as possible.

Anne II: I’m sure Countess Spencer can ensure there is time set aside, but it will be a bit strenuous. 

Christian: We a lot of ground to cover before the wedding in a month. 

Anne II: There’s a tree planting ceremony in Woodstock Grand Park that has been planned as a photo-op for you and William, and the royal household scheduled for you and William to tour the new library at William’s old day school, and a walk-about was scheduled outside of Woodstock Palace.

Christian: Not to mention the Courts General and Royal Wycombe in two weeks, and the luncheon at the Palace this week for the family.

Anne II: But we’ll start with a simple trip to the bridal store with me, your mother, and your sister to try on some gowns for the wedding. I think that’s all right, Christian? 

Christian: I know it sounds like a dreadful time. 

Margaret: Know I understand...just not much time left for me to spend with my family.

Christian: But you are apart of this family now, and it is important that the public understands that too.

[riverstardis]

Casualty pages from this week's TV Times :'(

Why does now feel like a good time to leave Casualty?

One of my big reasons for wanting a break was to spend more time at home. It’s a long commute [to Cardiff, where the series is filmed] and I have a young family. I was also getting that itch to explore other challenges. I turned 40 last year, too, so it all rolled into one package!

Are you pleased that Ethan isn’t being killed off?

Yes, and that was very much part of the conversation when I was toying with the idea of a break. I said, ‘I’d like the door to be left open, please.’ I know there are no guarantees in our industry, but I like that Ethan has gone away, yet there’s loads to explore down the line. In terms of storylines, there was nothing in the immediate vicinity that they wanted me to play out. So it was nice to leave quietly, much like Ethan does in the episode.

Can you reveal anything about his departure?

Ethan is going for his final interview for the Jac Naylor Award, which is a six-month placement abroad. At the same time, he’s treating a young boy who makes him think about his own son, Bodhi. Alongside all this, Fenisha’s parents are in the hospital because her mother has a heart attack. Ethan starts to assess his responsibilities. He’s aware his future is probably going to be shorter than other people’s [having been diagnosed with Huntington’s disease], so he needs to make the most of life. It all comes to a head and he makes his decision. It’s bittersweet. I’m leaving, as [clinical lead] Dylan Keogh says, with an Irish Exit!

Yes, Ethan slips away without saying goodbye to his colleagues! But, offscreen, did you have a leaving party?

Yes, and it was lovely because it coincided with Casualty’s summer break in August, so it was a joint ‘Summer & See You Later, Ethan’ party. The cast made videos, there were a few speeches and William Beck [AKA Dylan] DJ-ed! I went back in October to meet up with a few of them and it was really strange, especially as there were some new faces! The swing doors of Casualty never stay still!

Looking back over the past nine years, what have been your favourite storylines?

The story around Olivia D’Lima leaving; I loved our two wedding episodes [which aired in 2021]. Although if you’d asked me at the time, I probably would have said it was too intense! I also really enjoyed the episodes where Richard Winsor came back in flashbacks [in 2021] and we relived what happened in 2016. And I always love those big, ensemble pieces with the whole cast. Our coronavirus episode was particularly poignant; we were telling a story that meant so much.

What will you miss most – and least! – about the show?

I’ll miss the people; the cast and crew are so talented and fun to be around. But I’m happy not to do those long days in resus for a while! We film them over a couple of days and there’s a lot of tricky medical prosthetics and the medical jargon is like a foreign language.

The next chapter of your career starts with you in the stage adaptation of Peter James’ crime novella Wish You Were Dead, alongside fellow Casualty legend Clive Mantle [AKA doctor Mike Barratt] and I’m a Celebrity… 2020 winner Giovanna Fletcher…

I’m really looking forward to getting back on stage! I’ve wanted to do a play for a while because theatre’s my first love. But I’ve definitely got that feeling of going back to school.

The UK tour begins on Thursday 16 February. What can you tell us about it?

It’s the sixth play by Peter James, and fans of his will know the character Roy Grace, a detective superintendent who lives in Brighton. Most of the stories take place in and around Sussex, but this one’s a little different because Roy, who I play, and his wife, Cleo, played by Giovanna, are on holiday. It starts off light-heartedly as a holiday going wrong, but it soon becomes more sinister – the people who run the hotel aren’t who they say they are!

Did you know any of the cast beforehand?

I remember going on a school trip to see Clive in an adaptation of [John Steinbeck’s novella] Of Mice and Men with my drama GCSE group! We also did a Doctor Who audio together [in 2012] and a Casualty-themed episode of Pointless Celebrities [in 2021], which Clive won while Di Botcher [AKA paramedic Jan Jenning] and I came last!

Have you seen John Simm’s portrayal of Roy Grace in ITV1 crime drama Grace?

Yes, it’s great! I really like the books, too. I’m immersing myself in the back catalogue. I had lunch with Peter James in Brighton and he’s a really interesting guy. He does a lot of research and has been to visit people in prison. He said I can ask him any questions, which I will be taking him up on!

Hopefully, some of your Casualty co-stars will come to see you treading the boards!

Yes, I’m in Cardiff, so they have no excuse! Without being too gushy, Casualty has been completely life-changing. I got to immerse myself in a character and a show, and now I’ve come out 10 years older with all these amazing experiences!

[married-to-google-translater]

Here's a good one: How would Ace, Trey, and Jamil react to their fem! S/o saying that they wish to marry them someday after graduation?

Ace Trappola

You two were studying together.

Or actually you were trying to study and Ace was trying to copy your assignments.

This would happen very quickly.

Suddenly you just leaned closer and whispered this in his ear.

After that you started staring at Ace…

Ace is not sure if this is a joke or not.

He is really surprised.

Ace needs a moment to pull himself together.

He blushes a little.

Surely Ace wants to know if this is a joke…

And when you say no Ace is really happy.

Are you dating now?

Maybe…

Ace is really happy.

Everyone will surely hear about this.

Especially Deuce.

Trey Clover

( I can't write Trey properly… Sorry to the few Trey fans if he is ooc. )

You and Trey were baking together.

You did it often.

It was your own joint thing.

You decided it was the perfect time to confess your feelings to him...

Because why not.

Of course, at first, Trey would be really surprised.

He didn't expect you to say anything like this.

However, he would recover quickly.

Trey would think this was a joke...

So he decided to join in and start planning your wedding...

But you don't realize that Trey is joking...

This becomes a nice conflict about 30 minutes later when you try to explain the situation to your friends.

Of course, Trey will be happy when he finds out you're serious

Jamil Viper

You had gone to watch Jamil practice basketball.

It had become a habit.

You and Jamil had become good friends.

But of course you liked him in a deeper way.

You would like to express your feelings but you don't know how.

So at about 1:00 AM you had this great idea.

You were going to implement your great idea today.

Maybe somewhere a little more private.

You said this when you and Jamil were walking back to the dorm.

Jamil would be surprised.

He never expected anyone to say something like this to him.

He was used to everyone being more interested in Jamil.

Of course he's happy.

Jamil would have a hard time finding the words at first.

He needed love.

You should be ready to restart Jamil.exe…

It may take a while.

You guys have a lot to talk about