wedding bumps


I never thought Michelle would be my favorite thing about an episode, but her face every time Sierra speaks is always fucking priceless.  (Make sure you don’t miss Jessa’s, too.)

anonymous asked:

could you write something around the time of season 7 where mulder goes to a scully family dinner?

He’s up to his wrists in dish soap bubbles, working a yellow and green sponge over the surface of one of Maggie Scully’s plates. Scully had explained that these were the good dishes, not to be confused with the good china or the regular dishes.

“What are the regular dishes for?” he asks.

“Dinner without company.”

“And the good china?” he prods further.

“The good china is for show.”

“Ah, my mom had a set of those too,” he says. “Ones that sat in a cabinet collecting dust.”

“Mom keeps insisting that I’ll need them for my wedding.”

He bumps her hip with his and hands her the soapy dish.

“You getting married, Scully?” he asks with an impish grin.

“This far into my thirties, it’s starting to look unlikely, isn’t it?” she says as she rinses the dish and begins working a hand towel over it.

“Oh I don’t think so at all. Plenty of fish in the sea,” he says, casting about blindly for another plate to scrub.

She chuckles softly and sets the plate in the drying rack as she drapes the towel over her shoulder.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” she says, watching him scrub a stubborn bit of Beef Wellington from the bone porcelain.

“No problem, happy to do it.”

“Happy to do it?” she echoes flatly. “Even with my over-protective big brother grilling you?” she asks.

He shrugs and hands her the plate. “I’d be doing the same thing to any guy who showed up to a family dinner with my baby sister.”

She watches him for a moment, a ghost of a pout crossing her face like a passing shadow.

“I bet you would have,” she agrees quietly.  

They look every bit the unassuming suburban couple. He in a button down shirt, open at the collar and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, she in a pale pink sweater set and jeans. One would hardly know he’s got an ankle holster under his pressed khakis or that she has a .22 in her purse.

“That’s it,” he announces as he pulls the plug and the murky water begins to disappear with a hungry slurp.

She hands him the towel so he can dry off and smiles up at him as she wraps her arms around his waist, lacing her fingers together at the small of his back.

“Seriously,” she rises up on her tiptoes and kisses his lips gently. “Thank you for coming.”

He hangs the towel over the edge of the sink and folds her against his chest, dropping a kiss on the crown of her head.

“I’d go in front of a firing squad for you, Bill’s no big deal,” he says, running his palm up and down her spine.

Maggie is approaching, but pauses in the doorway, smiling as the two of them embrace.

“Leave a little room for the Holy Spirit, you two!” Bill bellows playfully as he comes up behind his mother.

Scully and Mulder both turn their attention to him, but don’t break their hold on one another. Maggie tsks and shakes her head with a playful smack against his chest.

“Get the coffee started, Bill,” she instructs. “You two come with me. I want to show you the good china, Fox.”


an: day seven of fluffy mini ficlet week! thank you for your support! and thanks @swans-and-pirates for helping me with the idea! <3

“Shall we dance?” he asks, that eyebrow arched as he holds out his hand for her to take.

Emma can’t help but smile as she stands in the arms of her new husband, her chest about to explode with the sheer love and adoration she has for him. 

He’s very good at this- dancing. He takes the lead and holds on tight, guiding their dance on the dock while music plays. Their bodies are close and warm, and all she can see is him.

This isn’t the first time they’ve danced tonight, but somehow, it feels like it’s the first time they’ve danced at all.

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Arranged Love Pt.8 | Jungkook

Originally posted by jungxook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love? And, above all else, how did you and Jungkook even find yourself being forced into an arranged marriage simply for publicity?

Word Count: 4,987

Genre: Fluff/angst

A/N: I kinda really like this chapter so :3

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title: swann.

rating: t

summary: everything does not go to crap at the reception, CS gets a honeymoon and some downtime, and Liam Jones II drops by a visit because there’s something Killian needs to know.

“Killian?” Emma’s voice rings out clearly through the house, her tone reminding him of the time she’d found the little calico kitten on his ship.

“Aye, love?” he answers, stuffing the last of his folded laundry into the chest of drawers before heading downstairs.

She doesn’t say anything until he’s bounding down the steps, though her reason for summoning him is apparent. Still, she says, “Your brother is here.”

She’s in the process of disengaging from the hug from Liam, who is grinning with a slight blush on his cheeks.

“How are you, brother?” he greets, engulfing his little brother in a hug of his own.

“I’ve been keeping well. It’s good to see you both, I’m truly sorry to have missed the wedding.”

“Aye, I imagine communication is difficult 20,000 leagues under the sea. Perhaps you would do well with a talking phone of your own?”

Liam and Emma both chuckle, as though his suggestion is funny.

“Babe, I don’t think they work that far under sea,” Emma says, before he can express his indignation.

“Ah. Those devices aren’t so clever after all, eh Swan?”

“That’s not what you said when you discovered the video function,” his wife reminds him blithely, making Liam guffaw and Killian’s face to burn bright because they all know exactly what she means.

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Tossing all unknown context aside, as well as if it’s even possible given where the current canon is…

…the picture of Killian in his full pirate regalia AND his new shiny wedding band just makes me desperately want to see ALL of the characters in their full fairytale/original gear for the finale in Storybrooke. I don’t care how we get there. 

Gimme Charming on a horse and that fuckin fur and velvet cape (YOU KNOW THE ONE) riding down Main Street. 

Give me short-haired Snow in her bandit gear perched on the roof of the library firing arrows at some baddie as baby Neal coos in his carrier next to her and the dwarves stand guard below.

Gimme Regina in some ridiculous get up, fireball sparking in her hand and ready to roll.

And give me Emma in the OG Savior red leather jacket, walking up and lacing her left hand with her pirate husband’s right, their wedding bands bumping cozily as they get ready to finish this whole damn thing. 



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flat tire (anidala week day 3: modern au)

who knew something as simple as getting a flat tire could change the entire course of your life? (1.5k, complete)

read on ao3 / ffnet / or below

(also here is a mechanic-anakin-vibes picture for your viewing pleasure and such)

It was just Padmé’s luck to get a flat tire on her way to her first official day of work as a senator. She pulled over and got out, swearing under her breath as she discovered that she didn’t have a spare either. How could she have let that happen? She was usually never caught unprepared.

Padmé checked her watch; fifteen minutes until she had to be at work. Maybe she could make it the rest of the way with the flat? No, it was pretty far, and she didn’t want to risk damaging the actual wheel of the car because that would be even more expensive to fix. Just as she was about to pull out her phone to locate the nearest auto repair shop, a sign across the street caught her eye: Skywalker Auto Repair. Huh. That was convenient.

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My happy ever after LOL

LOL at the time I met this women at a wedding I attended in 2015 we sat at the same table so we started talking and after 20 minutes of conversation talking about literally everything she looked at me and said “I’m gonna marry you ceekay” I told her I’m seeing someone so I obviously I took it as a joke since we were at a wedding 😂

I bumped into her last month at this church event, we caught up and when I told her I was single, she smiled and said “don’t think I’ve forgotten what i said… ceekay 😉” she was driving a 17 plate Mercedes, a white one 👀 so after doing a little research I found out she started her own cleaning company and she is doing very well!

When I told my sisters they said “if she gets down on her knee, you better cry and say yes” 😂😂

I didn’t take it as a joke this time, anyways I’m ready to be a stay at home dad 🙂


Aca-Wedding: Chapter 4

Summary: Two years since graduation, the Trebles and Bellas are reunited again in Tasmania for the aca-wedding they never thought would happen and let’s just say a lot has changed, and yet maybe everything is still the same.

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Imagine attending a friends wedding and bumping into your ex boyfriend Chris Evans. The moment you both laid eyes on each other, all the pain, the love, the passion had rushed back.

You could still feel the ache in your chest, especially seeing him with another girl.

Chris couldn’t help but gaze up at you. Hearing to walk over to you, to hold you close to him once again. But he understood why you left, why things had to end.

His schedule with work and always leaving for press tours and what not, you barely got to see him. It wasn’t fair to you. Leaving you behind, it took a toll on you both.

But nonetheless, he was still in love with you.

Au’s that I still really would like to do;

  • The Morning After; Muse A and muse B spend the night together but upon waking in the morning, neither remember any of the events of the night prior.
  • Teacher’s Pet; Muse A is a student and is in one of muse B’s classes, and after a while they begin to speak. At first it’s only academic-related but soon their conversations begin to wander, and so do their thoughts.
  • Job Offer; Muse A recently moves to a new town where they know nobody and doesn’t have much in their name. They meet muse B who offers them a job that pays well, only to find out that the job is basically to become muse B’s personal “assistant” behind closed doors.
  • All Bets Off; Muse A is convinced by friends to befriend muse B and try to get them to sleep with them within the next month but as they begin to become closer, muse A can feel feelings growing for muse B; muse A in turn wants to call the bet off with their friends, but cannot.
  • Highschool Sweethearts; Muse A and muse B were deeply in love in highschool, but once college rolls around they loose touch. Eventually, years later muse A is planning their wedding and bumps into muse B (could be wedding planner or something) and as they begin to speak again, they realize that they are still in love with one another.
  • Toxic/Destructive Relationship; Pretty self-explanatory. I want lots of possessiveness over one of my muses, struggle for dominance and control issues between the two.
  • Abusive Ex; Muse A had an abusive ex and muse B tries their best to help you forget about the past and prove to muse A that not only will they not hurt them, but also protect them.
  • Sneaking Around; Again, pretty self explanatory. Either one muse or even both muses are in a relationship with someone else, but still agree to meet with one another to hook up on the regular. 
  • Firsts; Muse A has never been kissed and is incredibly shy; Muse B has seen and been through it all and is very boisterous. When both muses meet each other at an acquaintance’s house party, what will happen? Will they hate each other, or will love blossom?

*Disclaimer: Not all of these are my original ideas.*


He bit his lip, trying to stifle a laugh at her expression as she swallowed another cherry and gripped her pen tight. 

“This is all your fault. You just had to go and alienate and kill all of those people…." 

"Sorry, sorry, love, Luckily, I have you here.”

She sighed and tried to maintain her frown, lips twitching. “More cherries… please.”

He set a second glass of cherries down next to the first, grin softened to a smitten smile, and leaned over to taste sweet and tart flavor on the lips he’d fawned over for years–which he possibly did even more these days. A few light brushes, a hint of exploration, and a minute later they were distracted and calm…

Then, Caroline looked back down at the papers.

He couldn’t fight the burst of laughter this time.