wedding reception for her

I have this random headcanon about the Captain Swan wedding, ok.

So Emma and Killian make up yadda yadda, the engagement is back on, and he has a long lovely talk with Charming to make amends and all is right in the Charming-Jones world. 

They get married and everyone (read: me) cries and it’s beautiful and wonderful and True Love Forever.

But then it’s the wedding reception. And while Killian and Emma and her family are all fine, whispers still persist following the drama that happened around the engagement and Killian’s disappearance. Gossip quietly tinges the party with the “well I heard he left her” and “no no no she kicked him out” and “well he killed her grandfather, I can’t believe David and Snow allowed this to happen” etc etc etc. 

And it’s probably someone like fucking Grumpy running his dumb mouth after too many beers when all of the sudden

**THWACK**

A fork jabs down, perfectly in between his fingers that rest on top of the table. 

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You’re a Freaking Badass

Summary: The reader comes back from her friend’s wedding annoyed as all gets out because people don’t know how to mind their own business and Dean helps her calm down and remember that those people and their opinions don’t matter.

Word Count: 1189

Warnings: Mentions of weddings

A/N: I usually don’t write about specific events in my life, but dammit I just really needed to vent, and I also need Dean Winchester to comfort me, so here y’all go. Weddings suck. (And weddings in your hometown with all those people you grew up with and all of your parents’ friends suck even worse)


Dean looked up from the video he had been watching when the front door of the bunker opened. Y/N came in, her shoes dangling from her fingers and her hair a tangled mess from driving with the windows down.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean greeted. “How was the… reception…?”

When she walked by him without so much as a nod, he trailed off and furrowed his brow while watching her stalk towards her room. Well, something had happened at her friend’s wedding reception and there was no way Dean was about to let her fester away in whatever negative emotion was coursing through her body. So he shut his laptop and strolled after her.

“What’s up, Y/N?” asked Dean when he leaned up against the door jamb. She was angrily trying to unzip her dress, but was having no luck.

Finally she huffed in defeat and turned her back to him. “A little help?”

Well, Dean knew better than to get on her bad side when she was in a mood. So he quickly helped her unzip before walking over to her bed while she undressed and pulled on her sweats and an oversized tee.

As soon as she was dressed down, she whirled around and pointed an accusing finger at Dean. “You! Are not allowed to get married for at least a year.”

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Flufflet #1 for @lifeinahole27, to help reward her for writing her CSBB story!

First up, some wedding (reception) related fluff–


Emma had initially been opposed to having a redo wedding reception, but once it became clear that the whole town viewed it as the opportunity to have a really baller victory party, there was very little she could do to argue against it. 

So everyone all got dressed up again, went back to the rooftop, and enjoyed the wedding reception that should have happened a week earlier. And Emma had to admit, it was kind of a blast, eating, drinking, laughing, and dancing the whole night.

Her feet were killing her as they pulled up to the house once the party ended. Snow and Regina had both objected pretty vehemently to Emma being the one to drive, but Killian was still learning how to drive stick, so what else were they supposed to do? Besides, they had to drive home; Henry had decorated the Bug with streamers and cans and a “Just Married (Last Week)” sign.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Killian said as they climbed up the front steps.

“What?”

“Let’s do this properly.” He reached down and lifted her up in a bridal carry.

“Killian, we did this already.” They had; right after the final battle, he’d carried her over the threshold, insisting that this was going to be their wedding night, come hell or high water.

“Well, now we’re doing it again. Don’t argue with me.” And over the threshold they went.

“I need something to drink,” she said, before he could carry her up the stairs. “Come on, we’ll do the whole wedding night thing, I just want some time to breathe, okay?” God, how did couples go right to wedding night sex after their wedding receptions? All she wanted to do right now was sit and watch TV. Was that normal?

He set her down and wandered into the living room while she busied herself in the kitchen. “Want anything?”

“Perhaps some water–with a little lemon juice in it.”

“Oh, good idea.” She grabbed and extra glass and grabbed the bottle of lemon juice from the fridge. Killian hated it, preferring to use real lemons all the time, but she liked the convenience.

He was smiling at her, almost like he was dazed, as she sat down beside him and handed him his glass. He took a quick gulp and then settled his left arm around her. “I had a lovely time tonight.”

“Me, too.” Mmm, yeah, the lemon had been a good idea. “I’m just glad Gold didn’t kill you on the spot when you offered to shake his hand. Did you hit your head or something?”

“Inviting him and Belle was your idea.”

“Yeah, because Belle’s one of your close friends. We had to invite Gold because we invited her.”

He snorted. “Are you truly upset that I’m trying to put the past behind me and make peace with him?”

“No, just … I’m surprised, I guess. I just thought maybe you’d settle for not murdering each other.”

“He’s a father again, and he’s trying to make things work with Belle. I suppose the best way to keep him from relapsing is to ensure he has the same safety net that I have.”

“Noble.” She sipped her water.

“I try.” She let out a long sigh without thinking. “Something wrong?”

“No, just … I’m glad we got to have our wedding. I didn’t get to really appreciate just how fantastic you look in that tux.”

He grinned. “Aye, and now I can tell you just how beautiful you are in your gown. You look like a swan.”

“No,” she said, her face hot.

“Well, perhaps more so when you wore your veil.” She’d taken it off halfway through the night, and if she was being honest, she had no idea where it went. Oops. “But I stand by my comment.”

“Swans are vicious,” she reminded him.

“And elegant.” He gave her a strange look. “Those earrings look familiar.”

She blushed. “Yeah?”

“Yes. Where have I seen them before?”

“Our first date.”

The look of wonder on his face was enough to make her want to melt. “Really?” She nodded. “Well, they’re lovely.”

“And that date was lovely,” she said. “Your own issues aside.”

“Oy, I think I’ve suffered enough for that one.”

They sat quietly for a bit as they sipped their water. When he finished his, he set it down on the coffee table (on a coaster of course), and took her free hand in his. “I can’t believe we’re married.”

“We’ve been married for a week,” she reminded him. She began to toy with his rings.

“Aye, and in a week, I’ll still wake up and think about how strange it is that we’re married.”

“Bad strange?”

“Never.”

“I know what you mean.” She still felt almost giddy that she had a husband.

She wished little kid Emma could see this–that she’d grow up to be a literal princess who was married to the hottest man to ever walk the earth. Hell, she wished twenty-eight-year-old Emma Swan could see this; it would have been way more mind-blowing than the son she gave up for adoption showing up to tell her fairy tales were real. Or at least equally unbelievable.

Something felt different. “Whoa.”

“What?”

“Your rings.”

“Well, I had to remove it to wear my wedding ring.”

“No, I know. I meant the other two.”

“What about them?”

“They’re different.”

“Aye. Swan, you’re very astute.”

“Killian,” she said firmly. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, and you’ve always worn the same three rings. What gives?”

He sighed. “I’ll never entirely be free of my past,” he said quietly. “I can’t erase the harm I’ve done, the people I’ve killed, the destruction I’ve caused. But I want our future together to be a happy one. I want to spend my days building something with you, with our family. It’s why I’m trying to make peace with the Crocodile.”

“If you’re trying to make peace with him, you might want to stop calling him that,” she interjected. He glared at her. “Sorry.”

“As I was saying, my darling wife.” His irritation was fond, at least. “Those rings were always reminders of the man I was. For a long time, I assumed I would always wear them, as a way of never letting myself forget to stay on the right path. But I had to part with one of them so I could wear my wedding ring, and it made me realize …” He took a deep breath. “My ring symbolizes all that now. I look at it, and I think of you and our life together. I don’t need the other reminders anymore. And so I decided it was time to find some new rings.”

“I think that’s great.” She lifted his hand up and kissed each ring, ending on the wedding band. She loved seeing it on his hand; she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of it. “I do like the new rings a lot.”

“I’m glad. Your family helped pick them out.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, mostly your mother and Regina,” he admitted. “But your father and Henry approved the final choices.”

She looked down at his hand again. She’d grown so familiar with his old rings that the new ones had felt all wrong. But now? They weren’t wrong anymore.

God, she loved him too much. And now he was her husband.

“Killian?”

“Aye?”

“Let’s go have our wedding night.”

OKAY SO EVERYONE HAS SEEN THIS PICTURE RIGHT???? PRETTY AWESOME! Well, the girl’s name is Emily, and she is one of my friends! We met at that very con and we have built a wonderful friendship. GUESS WHAT?? She’s getting married! It would mean so, so much to her if we all teamed up and maybe got Sebastian to see the post she made on Instagram inviting him to her wedding reception. Now, we all know it’s a long shot for him to ACTUALLY GO, but if he could see the post, that would really make her happy. Sebastian means so much to her and to all of us, so if you could take like 2 seconds and tag him in the comments, you would really help someone out. She works so hard to be able to meet him and support him, it would mean so much to her if you would. She would do the same for everyone!! The link is below, and thank you so much!!! https://www.instagram.com/p/BSgoPuJhFj-/

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ghost-chicky  asked:

Prom your dad is friken wILD

You literally dont understand how crazy my dad is ok.

⭐️when we went to india like years ago during a festival there is this event where you literally run across roofs and throw FLAMING FIREWORKS at each other ok. My fucking dad. MY DAD lit two entire boxes of fireworks and threw them. No one was hurt but oh my god
⭐️that same day he gave me a rocket launcher for a firework. It was literally the size of me and hella illegal but yet here it is in front of me. Im scared as shit and dont go near it. He fires it instead of me and THE FUCKING THING IS UPSIDE DOWN AND FIRES DIRECTLY INTO HIM. I was like “bye dad” but he was ok.
⭐️ my parents own a hotel 3 hours away from my college and i work there sometimes. We have this corridor that runs inbetween the entitr hotel for pipes and maintence. My dad walks back there as per routine and FINDS A MAN BACK THERE. Any normal person would freak the fuck out and call the cops right?? Nope not my dad, my dad fucking rUNS AFTER THIS 6'5 GUY OUT OF THE CORRIDOR AND OUT INTO THE ROAD WITH A 5 FOOT POLE HE FOUND. The only reason i know this is because i heard and saw the guy screaming outside the hotel running fast as hell.
⭐️ whenever my dad gets bored he comes up to me and i do random shit to him. Once at my cousins dinner reception after her wedding we were waiting for a table at a resturant. Hes bored so he comes up and he has a huge potbelly (from drinking like hes some anime protag) and i start patting his stomach like its a bongo or drum. I do that for a good fucking 20 min until my dad starts laughing and i see all my older cousins and relatives staring at me. HE FUCKING KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING

Last one

⭐️ my dad had a box of raisens from the farmers market next to him. I sat down next to him and started eatting them. My mom comes in and bloody screams like something crawled out her ass and screams “THERE ARE BUG EGGS AND HUGE DEAD SPIDERS IN THOSE RAISENS” i start screaming and run to the bathroom to try to throw up and my dad knew tje entire fuckinh time i was eatting them that there wete bugs in the raisens. The entire time. He watched me eat them. You wanna know what he said? “Good protein” i didnt eat raisens for a good year and a half after that.

Love you dad

Gruvia Week - Day 07 ~ Future

“Juvia loves that picture.” Gray looked her over his shoulder while he went to turn off the lights so they could go to bed and saw her staring at the picture on top of the mantel-piece of the fireplace. “A picture with you smiling, Gray-sama, is very rare.”

Gray snorted and turned off the lights, the fire on the fireplace their only source of light, and he walked back in her direction. “I didn’t see that one being taken so I my guard was down.”

“Juvia is glad it was.” She smiled and Gray glanced at the picture and even he had to admit it was a beautiful photo. They were at the reception of their wedding, Juvia wore her beautiful white dress and Gray had to put a spell on his tux so he couldn’t take it off. Juvia had her arms around his shoulders and her bouquet in her hand while Gray had his own arms around her waist and they were looking at each other, both with grins and their eyes sparkling in happiness. “That was one of the happiest days of Juvia’s life.”

“You know what? Mine too.” Gray put a hand on her lower back. “I just had a little panic attack first.”

Juvia was surprised. “You did?”

“Kind of.” Gray scratched the back of his head and he looked down. “Not because we were getting married or anything. Of that I was very sure.” She was even more confused and Gray sighed. “Look, you know it’s different when we are alone; I don’t like when people know about my feelings. You know what I feel for you and that’s enough. That day, though” he looked to the picture “I was about to swear in front of everyone I knew to always love you, be with you and etcetera.” He snorted. “Not very good at vocalizing my feelings.”

“Your vows were beautiful.” Juvia smiled softly.

“Yeah.” He clearly blushed and cleared his throat. “You needed to hear them, not everyone else.”

She looked alarmed. “If Juvia knew you were uncomfortable, she would’ve never asked for such a big wedding-”

“No, no.” Gray shook his head, calming her down. “I wanted to give you that. It made you happy to plan the whole thing and that was my biggest concern: to make you happy; in the end I ended up really enjoying. I was panicking, though, because I was afraid I was going to say something wrong – you know I have a talent for that.” Juvia chuckled and Gray offered her a small smile. “When I told Natsu I was worried he told me that if I was running, I needed to move from Fiore because the girls would hunt me down and he wasn’t going to stop them.”

“Juvia always knew Natsu-san liked her more than he liked you.” Juvia teased him.

Gray just rolled his eyes. “I just took a shot of booze to calm down and convinced myself that I wasn’t going to screw up.”

“You didn’t screw up.” Juvia put her hands on his shoulders. “And was the alcohol the reason why you look so happy in that picture?”

“Not really.” Gray shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about it, but Juvia saw right through him. “I was happy because I had just married you, I guess. Finally the future looked like a good thing instead of what would otherwise be.”

Juvia’s smile could’ve lit up the whole town and she tip-toed to give him a kiss. “Juvia was happy she had just married you too.”

“Good.” Gray said. “Now let’s go to bed, you must be exhausted and it’s cold, I told you to wear the thicker robe.” He reprimanded her gently.

“Juvia doesn’t think that folding clothes exhausted her, it was soothing, actually.” She answered him as they walked towards their bedroom. “And of course it’s cold. Only Gray-sama’s baby would be just a few days away of being born during the coldest winter Magnolia has faced in the last one hundred years.”

Gray smirked and saw Juvia rub her stomach lovingly and he put his own hand on her stomach and felt their son move. They had decided to have a baby the year before and the baby was due in a few days. “He’s very active.”

“With luck, he’ll realize his mother would like to sleep tonight and he’ll follow her lead.”

“What are the chances of that happening?” He asked.

Juvia chuckled but he could see she was tired. “Close to zero, actually.”

“He’ll be born in a few days and you’ll sleep better.”

The blunette snorted. “We won’t sleep for the next decade, Juvia hopes you know that.”

“Not really looking forward to that future.” The Ice Mage said, sighed in fake resignation.

“Oh, shush.” Juvia laughed. “The moment he’s here you’ll be wrapped around his little finger.”

Gray chose not to answer, knowing his wife was right and just led her to their bedroom, feeling happy he chose to stop denying his feelings a while ago and just embraced the best future he could ever have.

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I hope this year’s Gruvia Week was amazing to everyone! <3

Speed Date (W/Kenny Omega)

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This is a new short series I’m starting based on an idea from @waynscastle thank you for this marvelous idea <3 They’re going to be short because it’s all about speed dating and I might end it with a longer story where the reader picks one of the guys and goes on an actual date. I’m not sure yet but anyway, enjoy speed dating with wrestlers lol. I have three guys already planned but I need five more to do so if you have someone you want to see in this, let me know.

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Love, jealousy (and other inappropriate feelings)

Here it is! My jealously one-shot I’ve been ruminating over!


Best friends shouldn’t fall in love.
But she has.
And now it’s just complicated.


Also on FF.NET and AO3  


A wedding was supposed to be a time for happiness and good cheer. Well, at least that’s what Emma supposes, having only ever been to one wedding before she arrived in Storybrooke and that was in Vegas when she was dragged into a chapel by a drunk couple to be a witness. (She was technically working- trailing a skip - but the pleading puppy dog eyes of the young bride were enough to make her sacrifice a half hour of her time.)

Literature, movies and goddamn society were insistent that a merry time be had on the occasion that two people decided to legally entwine their lives - and so she would. Aided by vodka.

She should be happy. And really she is - hell, her one of her best friends was marrying the love of her life (and though Emma still balked at that term in general, for Mary Margaret Blanchard and David Nolan she was happy to give a pass).

But really, it was awful, terrible, horrendous timing. Because just as one couple was making the ultimate commitment, Emma herself was realizing that she was in love with her best friend. And he couldn’t be more oblivious.

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No Regrets - Second Home

Not a request but a few of you ( @remybosslika @percywinchester27 @atc74 ) asked about their wedding so I have decided to make a few planning drabbles before actually writing the wedding drabble.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Wedding planning, surprises

Word Count: 734

A/N: This is a drabble complication. All drabbles fit into the universe I created for my Jensen x Reader series Living with Regrets. Most can be read as stand alone, but will also very much be part of the series.

This takes place a few months after part 9 of Living with Regrets. Jensen has asked Y/N to marry him and she has accepted. Finding out how and where the wedding is gonna be will be the next step.

Unbetaed - all mistakes are mine

LIVING WITH REGRETS MASTERPOST

NO REGRETS MASTERPOST

“Jay this is not the way down town,” Y/N objected as Jensen pulled right out of Jared’s Austin driveway rather than left. They had been staying at the Padalecki’s since yesterday. It was a long weekend and Y/N and Jensen had decided to fly back to Texas to start trying to find a venue for their wedding reception. Jared and Gen had immediately offered their home to them, which also gave Jensen and Y/N some spare time away from their lively 4 year old since she was busy making life interesting for Tom and Shep.

“I know,” Jensen smirked at her before refocusing on the road. Jensen chuckled as Y/N began scolding him about all the places they had to see and them not having a lot of time. He knew she would forget everything in a few moments. Jensen pulled onto a side street and 3 minutes after leaving Jared’s driveway he stopped. Y/N hadn’t realized yet but he had actually just driven around the Padalecki property. Jared’s backyard and the backyard of the house Jensen had parked in front of was only separated by a fence.

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Eisuke Ichinomiya Wedding Aesthetic 💍👰💑💏💒

Just finished reading Eisuke and Soryu’s proposal stories again and while wishing their wedding stories will come out this just came to mind. It’s a good thing the guys in KBTBB are loaded with 💰 (so their brides wouldn’t have to worry about a budget, especially for Eisuke *Imagines myself as the MC* ). 😂 😂 😂  

@officialvoltageotome​, here’s what I imagined for Eisuke’s wedding.


Invitations

For the invitations, something unique, elegant, simple and eye-catching would do. A customized acrylic glass box and embossed with calligraphy will do the trick. Inside are the invitations with either a small bottle of champagne or a Swarovski crystal figure with Eisuke and MC’s initials as the logo and a satin bow wrapped around the invitation.

Wedding Venue 💒

For the wedding venue, I definitely imagine them having a church wedding. 

The Interiors of the church would be decorated with flowers and lined with trees. For Eisuke and MC, I feel that they will have an enchanted white forest theme for their wedding, so that it will stand out and be memorable.

Engagement and Wedding Rings💍

Engagement Ring💕

MC’s engagement ring will definitely be unique but classic and timeless, this is Eisuke Ichinomiya we’re talking about. I imagine MC’s ring to be a classic Harry Winston emerald cut 3-stone diamond ring with tapered baguette cut diamonds at the sides; the emerald cut center stone diamond is definitely colorless, flawless and high in clarity. And in true Eisuke fashion, the ring will be no less than 7 carats.💎

*In Eisuke’s Season 3 top secret document, it was mentioned that the diamond ring is 24 carats, but I feel like that is too big for MC to wear every day as she goes through life, so I toned it down.

Wedding Rings ❤️

For the wedding rings I went with a round brilliant single diamond platinum wedding band. The MC will definitely want to have matching wedding rings with Eisuke.😁

*I inserted lyrics from the song “Forevermore” sung by the Filipino pop band Side A and covered by David Archuleta on American Idol in the picture as I feel that it perfectly describes Eisuke and MC’s relationship and their love for each other. I also think it’s perfect as her entrance music.

Wedding Reception

The entrance to the wedding reception will be immaculate and breathtaking. A surefire way to bewilder the guests, an impeccably idyllic entryway. Filled with luscious trees and a pristine installed bridge as guests enter the ballroom, transported to a dreamy, ethereal, garden-like wonderland.✨

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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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anonymous asked:

if Alfie go to the weeding I bet that when it's late and everyone it's dancing and drinking Harry is alone in a chair far away for the party with a sleepy Alfie in his arms while he signing softly to him for make him sleep

Slouched down in the chair in the far corner of the venue Pixie had chosen for her wedding reception, with his young son curled up on his lap and laid as comfortably as he could lay on Harry’s torso with his curly head of hair nuzzled into Harry’s collarbone. Nose breathing and flushing warm air over Harry’s chest, despite already feeling warm from the muggy atmosphere around him, sweat beads on his forehead. Arms holding him tightly to his body to make sure he doesn’t slide off of his lap or fall into an uncomfortable position that would make him go a little stiff in the morning; and neither could do with the whining after having spent the whole day taking care of a sick Persephone who just couldn’t keep anything down from the moment they stepped off of the plane on the Spanish island. 

And he’s missing his missus. 

Because weddings are always fun when it’s his whole family there with him. 

Getting cheeky dances in with the missus when the kids are occupied elsewhere, sharing kisses that tasted like champagne, and getting a little handsy on the dance-floor before they collapse into their seats and reminisce about their own wedding and whether or not a vow-renewal would be taking place any time soon, just so they can go through the process of having another wedding to celebrate their love. 

The whole night, and for most of the afternoon, as soon as the wedding ceremony had come to an end, Alfie had been passed around between Harry’s friends, ending the night dancing and running around with Nick until he decided enough was enough and he just waned to succumb to the ache behind his eyes that made his eyes droop slowly, the closer he got to his daddy. And he’s catching the eyes on those wandering around and cooing softly over the sight that resides in the corner of the party hall, smiling towards them before returning his attention back to his little boy, deciding that as soon as he finished his almost-finished drink, that would be it and he’d take him back to the villa to get some sleep. 

“Alfie? Are you awake?” He coos softly, bumping his knee up and down as Alfie stirs from his snooze, barely with his surroundings but not fully asleep, “sorry, little man. Daddy’s jus’ gon’a finish his drink and then we’ll go to bed, yeah? Do you wan’a go and say goodnight to Uncle Nick, yeah? Let’s go and say goodbye to everyone and then we can go and have a big sleep.” xx

The Night We Met

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 4,665

Prompt/Summary‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron / Negan’s wife recalls when they first met.

Warnings: None.

Written For: Jessie’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge

Note: Set in my little pre-apocalypse AU that I love writing in, where everything is fluffy and nothing hurts, lol. The song that they dance to is the song that inspired this fic, and is linked above. I know the lyrics are kinda depressing and don’t really fit the tone of the fic, but whenever I listen to this song, all I can think of is how pretty it is. And of how much 13 Reasons Why wrecked my heart, but that’s not relevant here.

Tagging: @grimes-slut, @negans-network, @jdms-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @fuckinjdm, @jeffreydeanneganstrash, @sweetsweetpeach

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Essays in Existentialism: Closer

Can you do a prompt based off chainsmokers & Halsey track ‘Closer’ Clexa as exes who meet again in a hotel bar.

You look as good as the day I met you
I forget just why I left you, I was insane.

There was something about being back in a place that once encompassed the entire known world. That world which blossomed from a single street as a kid, to a neighborhood as a teenager, to a city as an adult that was full of memories, until it became too small, too saturated, and then, like a colonial explorer, the first tentative steps were taken out into the world, and the tiny microcosm was held in the amber of swell memories and forgotten embarrassments.

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gingerheel  asked:

3, 20, 29. And congratulations on the dissertation!

Thank you, honey!
You can find 29 answered here!

3. Who spends the most time naked?
She couldn’t help it, she’d never felt this desirable before, this desired. She watched the way his gaze followed her every move from the corner of her eye, pupils blown wide with lust, as she wandered into her bedroom clad only in her bra and panties. Ever since they’d become more intimate with each other Betty’s confidence had soared in a way she never expected.

Jughead worshipped her, spending inordinate amounts of time touching, kissing, biting, sucking every part of her skin he could reach until she was a panting mess of desire beneath him, chest heaving as her breath raged, begging him to do something, anything, to relieve her of his teasing. He’d tell her over and over that he’d never seen someone more beautiful in his life, her every flaw just something that made her more perfect to him, frequently kissing the crescent shaped scars on her palms, closing his eyes against the pain in his chest at the thought of anyone, including herself, hurting a single part of her.

Betty revelled in the feelings he insighted within her, a heady sensation of lust and love filling up her every inch until she felt like she was floating, high on the appreciation of Jughead Jones. She was shameless in her quest for more.

“Lose something, Betts?” he asked from where he sat propped up against her headboard, failing to keep the amusement out of his voice and the smirk off his lips as he looked her up and down unashamedly. She bit her lip, shaking her head as a few blonde waves fell over her face.

“Nope, I’m just fine, thank you.”

20. Who is the loudest in bed?
“Shh, Betty, we’re gonna get caught!” Jughead cautioned, despite every fibre of his being wanting to keep hearing those sinfully sweet moans that slipped from between her lips. He could still hear the sounds of the wedding reception from behind the closet door he’d pulled her inside of, unable to watch her in this deep pink dress any longer without completely ravishing her.

Her leg hitched higher over his hip, head dropping back as his lips moved to her neck, sucking a blossoming purple bruise just above her collarbone.

“Ahh, Jug…” she whined, hands coming up to tug at his dark waves. He growled against her skin, hips picking up their pace at the sensation of the delicious pain she was causing against his scalp.

“Shh,” he hushed against her skin, warm breath blowing over her already flushed chest. Her gasping breaths were filling the air as she clung desperately to his shoulders as he took her closer and closer to the edge.

“Juggie!” she yelled at a particularly well-angled thrust of his hips inside of her. He let out a breathy chuckle against her neck as she completely ignored his warnings. He could feel all the signs of her impending orgasm, muscles tense, thighs quivering, walls tightening around him. He knew, from many wonderful past experiences, that this was when she got the loudest.

He quickly sealed his lips over her own, swallowing her pleasurable cries as stars exploded behind her eyes. He followed soon after, letting out a low grunt against her mouth.

“Sorry,” she gasped when she could find her voice again. He just shook his head with a smirk, pulling her in for one last searing kiss before they began to right their askew clothes again. He couldn’t help but love it, the despicable noises she made did more then enough to stroke his male ego. They tumbled out of the closet, giggling at their secret antics.

“Ahem.” Their eyes went wide as they stopped in front of Veronica, arms folded tightly over the bodice of her white satin wedding dress. Betty’s cheeks flamed scarlet but Jughead just shrugged. He would never apologise for making Betty release those sounds.