he be my future husband

wip, guilty desire would be bunny hasubando

I went to see B.A.P and was front row!

And that shit was lit!

Bang is my bias but he like avoided eye contact with me (mostly) until hitouch and photo op I’m gonna make a video about it bcuz literally I died.

But anyway during the concert Zelo gave MAD fan service to me and stared so hard. Zelo gave me the most attention and DAE stared so hard I think my friend got in on video I waved at him and he waved back and gave me a heart.

I got some of it on video:

The girls next to me were freaking out cuz Zelo kept giving me hearts, he literally did it right to me.

Here’s Zelo shooting me hearts a few times lol :

 And again!:

I literally died and he smiled so hard 😭😍ugh I was like you’re not even my bias but damnnnnnn. Also in the beginning of the video when he’s drinking water he’s totally laughing at me cuz I was telling him to take off his jacket 😂 🔥.Anyway so I’m salty af cuz I got nothing from bang until the hitouch.

But let me talk about photo op first, this is where I nearly went to be with the lord Okay anyways Yongguk legit like would avoid eye contact with me during the concert, Except for that one last minute moment  when he came to our section waving at the fans, he looked in my camera!:

And Daehyun was also looking:

Me and my friend got separated cuz I had hitouch and photo but I was with another black girl Devon who I made friends with SHE LITERALLY SAW EVERYTHING so I have a witness. lol hitouch was like so quick u blink it was over and I saw they were literally only hi fiving people so I was bummed.

Zelo was first I don’t even remember what happened, but bang was next and instead of hi fiving, girl he held my hand legit for like 5 seconds and I told him he was my type and he smiled so BIG and my friend next to me said he was so busy still staring at me while I walked away her time got cut short! 😂😂😂 the only other person I remember was dae I told him he was cute and he thanked me and held my hand. I was still with my black girlfriend Devon and luckily when they numbered us off we were 1 and 2. So Idk if you’ve seen the pics powerhouse has posted but the girls were legit standing in FRONT of the boys leaving space for Jesus… I did not. I bee lined right to bang I didn’t even look at anyone us so it was blatantly obvious I was there for him I got right on him like my body was on his leg and then I was like fuck I’m covering him so I turned around and asked him if I was too tall He looked at me and said no you’re fine then moved NEXT to me so we were side by side and put HIS ARM AROUND ME. I honestly think I mentally blacked out. Lol anyway they were taking forever to take our pic(luckily) so I look at him and go you are so cute and he smiles his gummy smile and thanks me and says you too or so are you tbh I ain’t gonna lie I don’t remember cuz I was BLACKED out. When we were done I held his hand and my friend said he stared after me as I walked away. So to conclude Bang Yongguk is my future husband he just don’t know yet 😂😂😂😂

They took 3 pictures of my group and they freaking put the picture up where u CANT SEE BANGS HAND AROUND ME! I’m gonna sue lol But here’s the group photo:


OMGCP Beauty and the Beast AU-

Okay so here is what I got done last night and I tried to edit it as best I can! This is the first chapter so there will be more comin.

ANYWAY I hope you enjoy and there is more coming, this is just what I managed to write until I got exhausted and went to bed (I’m lame I know)

So like disclaimer: three PAST character deaths. I also changed up the prologue a little to fit the story. I’m taking a light spin on it, not too many drastic changes (if you count the reason Jack was turned into a beast a drastic change idk)

Here is the ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10454391/chapters/23078457


Once upon a time in a faraway land, a prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind.

“Yo, Jack-O!” Bartholomew Knight, strides up to his best friend, admiring the party in front of them. “Wicked party man.”

Jack clears his throat as a few people from his court glance over with judgmental expressions.

“Right. Prince Jack-O.” His best friend bristles a little, slightly annoyed by Jack’s dismissive behavior.

“Where did Kent go?” Jack can’t help but ask, because his other closest friend was nowhere to be seen upon the lively dancing of the party. Usually he’s in the middle of it all.

“Don’t know, Brah. Probably fucked off somewhere–”

Jack shoots him another glare for the language, causing ‘Shitty’ (he liked to call himself just to get on Jack’s nerves) to sigh dramatically.

“Can you be a little less vulgar?” Jack practically bites the words out, sounding extremely unkind. “Why are you with me anyway? Usually you’re following Larissa around right about now.”

“Never mind. Thought you’d want my company, but I guess I’m an embarrassment. Now I know why Kenny dearest isn’t around. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left the palace again.”

The words struck a chord, and Jack watched helplessly as his friend left his side.

But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

“Hey yo, your highness?” Adam Birkholz, one of the guards approached him with his other pair in tow, Justin Oluransi. 

“–there’s someone at the door. She’s kinda sketch, but we don’t want to turn away a guest.” Justin says.

“I don’t remember inviting any outsiders.” Jack grunts, but he still follows them and weaves himself through the party. Once the three get to the door, a crouched figure with horrible posture shakes from the cold in a dark cloak covering most of their body. He feels the slightest bit of sympathy, but ever since his parents were assassinated, he trusted absolutely no one, and probably never will again.

“Who are you?” Jack demands, placing himself safely behind his two guards.

An old and scratchy voice responds. “Georgia Martin, no one special. I’m just looking for shelter from the cold. It’s quite a storm out there.”

When Jack doesn’t respond, she clears her throat and reaches down to pull something out of her cloak. Jack stumbles back in fear, and his two guards immediately block him from view.

“Relax, Jack Zimmermann,” –she can’t just address me informally like that– “It is only a rose. A peace offering and a gift, in exchange for your hospitality.”

Repulsed by her haggard and sketchy appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances. For beauty is found within, and not every unfamiliar mundane is evil.

“No way am I letting you stay here.” Jack snarls at the woman, setting himself in front of his guards in a fit of anger. “A stranger can’t just waltz in here. This is a palace, not an inn.”

“I will not harm you.” She reassures him. “You have my word. Give me a chance?”

“Only fools allow complete strangers into their home.” Jack says sternly, still a little bit shaken.

“Like your parents?”

His blood runs cold and his hands begin to shake in the beginnings of a panic attack. “Get out.” He snaps, and his tone holds heavy malice that was sharp enough to cut anyone.

And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late. For she had seen there was no trust or kindness in his heart.

“Wrong answer, Prince Zimmermann.” Her appearance quickly changes in a flurry of gold light, changing her appearance faster than Jack can process. The gold dissipates, revealing a kind and beautiful face that couldn’t possibly be ‘mundane’. Jack suddenly feels the cold twinge of regret as the woman gives him a soft smile. A smile that reminded him a little of his mother, and he felt his heart constrict in sadness.

“Whoa– what the hell are you?” Adam mutters with a look of blatant surprise, while Justin’s mouth is glued shut in silent terror.

Then Jack feels something warm begin to flood over his body, which he assumes is the feeling of magic. There’s no other explanation.

“Stop it.” Jack glances behind him at his frenzied party guests trying to escape. “I’m sorry. You can stay one night. Just stop whatever you’re doing–”

Those were the last words Jack spoke before he felt his body change, causing slight pain deep in his bones. The heartbreaking shouts from his guests and his closest friends fill his ears, which was the most painful of all.

“Jack!” He hears Kent’s voice sound in the background noise, horrified and frightened. “Goddammit, what have you done?”

And his punishment: she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful curse on the castle and all who lived there.

Like a snap of someone’s finger, everything went silent as objects clattered to the floor and his body burned with a raw sensation.

He glanced in a nearby mirror and reeled backward from what he saw. That woman– that witch– had turned him into some kind of monster.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, he concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose. Which would bloom until his twenty-first year if he could learn to love and trust another and earn their love and trust in return.

“Until you can learn to fully love another and trust them with your love, you will stay like this.” The enchantress’s voice rang loud and clear, and quite frankly terrifying in the sudden, eerie silence.

And when the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years past, he fell into despair and lost all hope.

“This is for your own good, Jack.”

For who could ever learn to love a beast.


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CS FF: Motherzilla

Summary: Emma and Killian want a small, simple wedding, but an overly excited Snow has some ideas of her own.

Rating: PG

Note: So I started writing this before I saw that sneak peek.   I didn’t expect Snow to want to have something simple at Granny’s and David to want something befitting a princess.  So I wrote this the way I think it should go.   Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Motherzilla: Part 1/1…

~Flashback: Emma at age 7~

Sarah and Rachel danced around Sarah’s room.  Sarah took a pillowcase and placed it over the back of her head as she pretended to march down an imaginary aisle.  

“I can’t wait to get married. It’s going to be in a big, beautiful church with lots of flowers.”

Rachel grabbed a bunch of fake flowers out of a vase on Sarah’s desk and spun around.

“I’m going to get married on the beach.  I’m going to wear a beautiful dress.”

Emma watched them from her spot on Sarah’s bed.  They were all in the same class at Emma’s new school, her fifth in two years.  Every time she changed foster homes, she changed schools.  She didn’t usually make friends quickly.  But Sarah and Rachel were nice and welcoming.  She had been excited when Sarah invited her over for a sleepover.  

That excitement was quickly wearing thin as she watched them dance around the room, excitedly discussing a future Emma couldn’t fathom for herself.  

Sarah turned to Emma. “What about you, Emma?  What kind of wedding do you want?”

Emma’s mouth opened, but no words came out.  She finally dropped her eyes to the comforter and shook her head.

“I’m never going to get married,” she whispered.

Sarah and Rachel stopped moving and stared at her in shock.

“Why not?” Rachel asked.

Emma shrugged, unable to meet their eyes.  "Because nothing good ever happens to me.  No one in my life ever lasts more than a few months.  I’ll never have a real family that loves me.  I’ll never have anyone who loves me.“

The little girls stared at her awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do in response.  So instead they returned to their game of pretend. And Emma returned to watching them do something that she believed would only ever happen in her dreams.

Emma rolled over and was met by the beautiful blue eyes of her new fiancé.  He offered her a smile.

"Good morning, my future wife,” he said.

Emma felt a smile appear on her face at the mention of being Killian’s wife.

“Good morning, my future husband,” she said.  

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips, neither concerned with morning breath.  They were just so glad to be back in each other’s arms again.

Emma reached out and caressed his cheek as he pulled back, her thumb tracing along his lower lip.

“I missed you so much,” she said.

“I missed you too, love.  I feared I would never see you again.”

Emma blinked back sudden tears.  "A few minutes later and I would have lost you again.“

"Hey,” he said, taking her hand in his and kissing her palm.  "You’ll never lose me.  I’ll always be by your side, remember?“

Emma shook her head. "Until the next time something separates us.”

He shook his head, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “And if that does happen again-…”

“When,” she corrected.

“If it does,” Killian continued steadfastly. “Then we will do everything in our power to get back to each other, just like we always do.”

A tear slipped down Emma’s cheek. “Until the one day when we can’t,” she replied softly.

Killian pulled her into his arms and he felt her tears wet the skin of his shoulder.  After a few moments, he pulled back and cupped her face with his hand.

“I know you have a tendency to expect the worst, Swan.  I know you have a tendency to believe that happiness doesn’t last and good things always go away.”

“Can you blame me?” she asked.  "I never thought I’d get married as a kid. While all of the other little girls were pretending and planning their future weddings, I couldn’t even imagine it.  I couldn’t even fathom a time when I could be as happy as I am now, that I could find a love like this.  That I could find love at all.“

Killian smiled gently.  "But you did, Emma. You opened your heart to your family and you opened it to me.  Now we are about to get married.  And I know that’s frightening because getting everything you’ve ever wanted always is.  It means you have so much to lose.  But we can’t focus on the what if.  We can’t live our lives like that.  We need to focus on the here and now and the wonderful future I know awaits us.”

Emma nodded, as his thumb swiped at a tear on her cheek.  "How is it you always know exactly what to say to make me feel better?“

He grinned. "It’s a gift.”

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Being around kids is sadly validating that heteronormativity is so hurtful to lgbt+ kids or all kids for that matter

A 4 year old girl I babysat told me about an adorable girl in her gymnastics class that she likes. She literally asked me “are girls allowed to marry other girls because I wanna marry Abby?”

-I couldn’t say anything bc I met her parents through church and I’d probably lose my babysitting job

Same girl told me she wished she was a boy so she could marry a girl. Like the poor little girl isn’t allowed to know she can marry a girl she likes bc why?

I remember when my cousin was younger we had a “girl” elf on the shelf and our elf one night showed up in a little christmas tree with an elsa barbie and my cousin was convinced that our elf and elsa were married. Like it was the cutest thing ever but our uncle literally told her they cant get married because thats illegal. She freaking comes back with “ They got married in the north pole so it’s not illegal.” like kids can make shit up just like adults can. He just kept arguing with her. A grown man fighting with a 7 year old because she has a healthy imagination? ok.

My cousin who’s 6 has been begging me since he could talk to paint his nails and do his makeup. He has adhd and is literally the most energetic child, will not sit through a movie but will watch me do my makeup for an hour, mesmerized.

I played pretend salon with him the other day and he was so happy but the actual saddest thing when he heard my door open he jumped scared that someone would come yell at him for being happy and doing something he likes. HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?

-I can’t let him actually paint his nails or put on makeup because when I do I get in trouble and so will he

Same little boy told me the other day he wishes he was a girl. He asked me if I ever wanted to be a boy. I answered honestly and told him yes.

-I tried not to elaborate much so he wouldn’t get in trouble for repeating it. Do you know how much I wanted to tell this child that he’s feeling such a common thing though? or that he doesnt even have to be a girl to wear makeup or paint his nails? or if he does want to be a girl then thats OK??

THE MOST FUCKED PART IS ITS ALL MADE UP. Gender roles/stereotypes are made up and they are hurting our children.

Like come on people! These kids have had only heterosexual media shoved down their throats their whole existence, yet they still have these questions and feelings!!! and I’m telling you the children i’m talking about are sheltered catholic kids who have no exposure to anything promoting positivity towards lgbt+ people. How are these feelings so unnatural if children who know NOTHING about gay people/culture have these questions.

Maybe parents don’t see this because they are so heavily clouded by their upbringings. or these kids trust me because i’m their babysitter/cousin and they know I won’t yell at them for asking valid fucking questions. Idk how parents are so blind that they can’t see they’re hurting their own children.

How does my mom still refer to my potential future life partner as he him your future husband man when I don’t even fucking know. Why can’t we let our kids discover these things themselves????

ps. I know gender identity is not the same as sexuality I’m not sure if I miss worded anything, if so I’ll change it.

I’d Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing At All (Part 2) [a future!Barry Allen imagine]

Request: I need a second part to future Barry okay I loved it so much 💕

a/n: so here’s part two…I’m still a slut for future!Barry…he’s my husband… I’m sorry I need to stop…. bad Jules

Part 1

“This looks a little… more than an overnight bag, sweetie.” you observe as soon as the brunette sets the duffle bag down. A part of you feels kinda giddy. Sure, who knows what is even in his bag, but… god, you’re anxious. Finally your boyfriend is staying at your apartment!

Silently, Barry’s black boots pad against the wood while he looks around, squinting slightly. His growing hair falls in front of his dull green eyes when he passes behind the couch. Picking up the bag quietly, you watch the way his nimble fingers gently slide over the surface of various things; the back of the couch,  the coffee table, finally curling around the doorframe.

There’s an undertone of his steps; a zipper. You gasp a little when you see red and gold inside the bag. It’s his suit? The speedster clears his throat, gaze focused on the wood. “I… thought I’d stay a few days…” he says softly in his deep voice. “If that’s alright.” he adds, slipping his free hand into his black army jacket pocket.

Oh my god, be cool. You pull on your plain white t-shirt, biting your lip softly. “I think we can make a deal…” you grin, walking up to the tall man, eyeing the light scruff underneath his chin, bag in hand. He furrows his thick eyebrows, looking down at you.

This is going to be great. Sticking your hand in the bag, you yank out the suit, smirking at him. “I really want to see you in this… I never actually did.” you shrug, blushing slightly.  

A inaudible sigh escapes from Barry and he removes his hand from his pocket. Uncharacteristically slow for a speedster, he takes the outfit from you, lips set in a straight line. He has some doubts, but the second you grin, he swallows them all. He loves seeing you smile.

With a flash of lightning and a gust of wind, Barry is standing in the suit, cowl off behind his neck. You cover your mouth, watching him brush a strand of his dark brown hair around his ear. “You look so good…” you beam, cupping his cheek and rubbing his skin with your thumb.

“Yeah…” he mutters, coughing as he looks around. There’s a faint pink color underneath his freckles and it’s really adorable. “Y/N… I want to…feel love.” he confesses; voice rocky and uneven. “Not pain.”

A small smile tugs the corners of your lips and you wrap your arms around him, staring up. “Lucky for you, I have plenty to give.” you whisper, fluttering your eyelashes before pecking him. “Barry, I’ll go to the end of the world to make you feel my love…” you hum against his lips. “No, there’s nothing…that I wouldn’t do…to make you feel my love…” you sing quietly.

Barry cracks a tiny half grin, sniffling slightly. Maybe this is what he needs. Maybe you are what he needs.

Sambucky au where Sam is ‘Steve’s friend from the gym’ and Bucky meets him and he’s gorgeous and funny and smart and literally perfect. Bucky’s head over heels for him from minute number one and then he’s like “what do you do for a living my future husband?” And Sam’s like “I make custom candy when I’m not volunteering at a puppy rescue I co-own.” And Bucky’s just like silently crying and screaming and also planning the centerpieces at their wedding.

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on sex before marriage?

idk i have seen my friends and my sisters friends’ self esteem be destroyed bc of it, i’ve seen people use other people, i’ve seen how much it connects girls to guys, and i just don’t want any part of that.
however, i always think “well people go through bad stuff and they survive so like might as well do the bad thing if it’s fun right! it’s not like you’re gonna die and never heal!” but i’ve learned that just because you survive doesn’t mean you are treating yourself the way you deserve. and the #1 reason i’m waiting is that i hope my future husband exists and if he does he deserves the world for putting up with me so saving myself for him is just one of the many things i’m going to do for him.

the highborn; sold by his mother, experimented on by the man he now calls father. 

the lowborn; left behind by his mother who’d rather drink herself into oblivion, raised by the dirt beneath his feet.

"Stop stepping on my feet!"-Robb Stark x Reader One Shot

(A/N: Who would have thought that I was a huge need for Game of Thrones too?)

Summary: The Starks have to travel to attend a ball hosted by their close friends. Robb has been set up in an arranged marriage with a childhood friend (the reader) who he will be seeing but does not know how to dance and knows that this will be expected of him when he arrives. Hours before the gathering, (Y/N) decides to help, bringing them closer together.

Characters: Robb Stark x Reader, mentions of the Starks

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Nothing but fluff (everyone is alive in this Game Of Thrones imagine. I wish that was true.)

“Lady (Y/L/N), the guests have arrived. Your parents have requested that you greet them in the yard.” one of my ladies in ladies informed me.

I thanked her as she curtsied. Quickly looking into the mirror, I made sure that I looked presentable before squealing. The Starks were here to attend our annual ball, they were close friends of ours. Their eldest child Robb was my fiance and I couldn’t be happier. When I was first told that my arranged marriage had been sorted, I prayed that they would be at least kind to me. Many girls had stories of marrying men much older and were very cruel. The Gods must have been graciously looking down on me to pair me with such a handsome, lovely, brave man such as Robb Stark.

I stood with my parents in the yard in front of our castle. The staff were also stood behind us, ready to greet our guests. As they arrived in their carriages and on their horses I spotted my mother looking down at me through my peripheral vision. Glancing up, she smiled down at me, seeing how excited I was to see my fiance again. There he was, right behind his father. Our eyes locked onto each other, sharing a small smile. We had definitely missed each other.

After greeting each other we left the Starks to get settled into their rooms. My parents were checking up on the final preparations for the ball, they wanted everything to be perfect. They held this ball every year as a way to bring close friends and families together, to celebrate the good times for once; it was also a great way for matches to be made. Whilst they were busyl, I wandered towards the guest rooms, knowing that Robb would be in the one he always was in. I knocked on the door before his voice called out.

He turned to face me, a huge smile evident.“(Y/N)!”

I giggled as he ran forward and embraced me, lifting me off of the ground as he spun us around. He quickly and unexpectedly kissed me as soon as my feet touched the floor. I never thought that I could feel like this, it was such a lovely feeling. As we pulled away, it took us a few moments to catch our breath.

A quiet bark brought me back to the real world. Looking down, I saw Greywind at my feet, staring up at me with a grin and tongue poking out. Leaning down to his height I made a fuss of him. He rested his head on my knees before Robb drew the attention back on himself. I stood back up, Robb immediately taking me back into his embrace.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I’ve spent too many months without you.” my hands absentmindedly played with his curly hair as I looked into his blue eyes.

“It does seem a little strange. We shall soon be together though. Just think, we’ll be married soon.”

I let out a breathy laugh.“It’s too exciting. We will hold a ball such as this, invite all of our friends and dance all night together.”

“There is one small problem.” he wouldn’t look at me.

I started to panic. What on earth could he be on about? He wasn’t having second thoughts was he?

“W-what’s that?”

“I cannot dance.”

I let out a sigh of relief before laughing.

He scolded.“It is not funny. I did not pay attention to my mother or Septa during those lessons. I was far too busy learning how to weild a sword.”

“I’m sorry my love, I am not laughing at you. I’m just relieved that it was not something bad. But we have a ball tonight and we must change the fact that you cannot dance.”

“I was so nervous coming here. I’ve been to balls before but I somehow always got out of the dancing part.”

“Well we still have a few hours before it starts.” I held out my hand.

“You are going to teach me?” he hesitantly took it.

“Of course. I can’t have my future husband step all over my toes on our first dance at our wedding.”

We stayed in his room for the whole afternoon. I was determined to teach him some steps in order for at least one flawless dance tonight. He listened intently, trying to remember the moves I showed him, he started to get frustrated at one point; even giving up. But I too was stubborn, there was no way he was going to just stop because he couldn’t do it. Greywind was laying on the bed, watching as these humans moved around the room in a silly fashion.

He was starting to get the hang of it after two hours of non stop dancing. However Robb got over confident, hurting me in the process.

“Ow!” I cried out as he stepped into my foot.

“I am so sorry! I did not mean that.” he jumped away from me.

I softly smiled, ignoring the pain.“Stop stepping on my feet!”

Unfortunately the lesson had to stop. We were to get ready for the ball as it was not far away now. My mother was constantly asking me questions about where I was the whole time. When I told her the truth she only giggled, happy that I was spending time with my fiance. After an hour of my handmaidens preparing me for the ball I was finally set to go. We were to walk in with the Starks, announcing our arrival to everyone. As we made our way down the ballroom, I started to feel nervous. This was mine and Robb’s first time appearing together and for some reason it was making butterflies appear in my stomach. As soon as I saw him though, I knew I would be safe with him.

The night was filled with laughter and chatter, food and wine hogged the table space. Decorations decked the walls to add a splash of colour, brightening the room alongside the beautifully lit chandeliers. There were so many people here, no one ever missed this event; houses sometimes even begged to be invited. It was difficult to move in some places as the crowds were so big. Robb and I had somehow been operated after the meal was over, I desperately wanted to spend time with him. All that I heard were ‘congratulations’ and how excited everyone was for my wedding. At any other time I would have happily talked about it but my actual fiance was no where to be seen.

“Looking for me?” a hushed voice spoke into my ear, making me jump.

Spinning around in shock, I playfully hit Robb on the arm.“You startled me! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“And I, you.” he linked our hands together.

After a few seconds of silence, I raised an eyebrow at him.“So?”

“So what?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?”

He let out a nervous laugh.

“I didn’t spend all afternoon teaching my fiance to dance for nothing. Please, we’ve never danced together before.”

He looked away for a moment but smiled at me. Tugging me along, we made our way to the centre of the room where the dancing was being held. Robb didn’t look too comfortable. Instead of letting him chicken out at the last second, I placed one if his hands I’m my waist and the other in my hand. Craving my neck up at his tall figure, I tried to send a reasurring smile his way before the music started up again.

“Everyone is watching.” Robb whispered.

“They’re watching everyone dancing, not just us. Smile, look at me and please don’t step on my feet.”

How could Robb go head on into battle without even blinking but the thought of dancing scared him? He had worried himself too much because it turned out that he was an excellent dancer (all thanks to his great teacher), actually swooning me quite a bit. We laughed together as he dipped me, or spun me and even when he lifted me into the air unexpectedly. Once the song was over, I expected him to walk away from the dance floor but that was not the case. We ended up dancing for a majority of the night, both breathless. One thing was certain, our first dance at our wedding was going to be amazing.