#best dj for wedding italy

[leclsrc]

i love your proposal drabbleeee! could i get another about time based one where theyre planning the wedding? happy 1k!! i love u and the movie so much<3

honeymooning – cl16

You find a creative way to quickly plan your wedding.

auds here... ik i said that was the last req but i have so many im just ignoring jshdhs and i just rewatched about time so this was Birthed... sorry

“We’ve officially broken the world record for time spent engaged and not married,” you announce, walking into the living room of your flat in a hoodie and loose pajamas. 

Charles looks up from where he’d been reviewing something—finances for the team, if you recall correctly—and adjusts his reading glasses (that he will never admit he has to use.) And he laughs, like this is all a joke. You place your hands on your hips, rolling on the balls of your feet as you stare at him menacingly.

“I am not joking. The only thing we’ve—you’ve—decided about our wedding is that I’m going to be walking down the aisle to some weird song you heard in The Godfather.”

“A lovely song,” he interjects, watching you walk until you’re just a few metres in front of him.

“Absolutely not.” You pause, breathing slowly. “And we have no other mutual free days for a while. So here’s the deal—for every decision you make about the wedding, I take one article of clothing off.”

He laughs outwardly, nodding and setting aside the thick stack of paper he’d been perusing. “Deal. You have my attention.” He settles further into the chair, staring at  you with want and amusement.

“Um, okay. Where do we get married?” You smile.

“Italy. Everyone knows everyone here in Monaco, and everywhere else is too far.”

“Okay,” you agree, wrestling the hoodie off and revealing your bra underneath. “Good.”

“You’re beautiful,” he says quickly before you slide into the next prompt.

“Sweet talker,” you retort, settling your thumbs into the drawstring of your trousers and readying them to pull downward. “Alright. Band or DJ?”

“Oh, shit.” He thinks. “Band. It’s got to be band. And if that goes to shit we plug in a phone and play Spotify the rest of the night.”

You laugh, nodding in agreement. “Smart,” you huff out, pulling your pajamas down. He stares, eyes running up and down, anticipatory. Fingers make their way to the clasp of your bra and you mull over the next question. You’ve both settled on a few things—catering and cake and the like—so you skip over those. Then you remember the reason why your guestlist remains unfinished and unfinalized.

“Best man?”

“Oh, nooo,” he moans. “Damn, no.”

“I need an answer,” you sing-song, playing with the clasp. “Or these stay covered all night.”

“It’s too hard, beautiful,” he groans, covering his face with his hands. “Okay. Fuck, okay—Joris.”

“Your choice,” you say, brows raised.

“He’s going to make a fool out of me during his speech, isn’t he.”

“Very likely.”

“Okay, no—Lorenzo.”

“You sure?”

“No—no, Pierre. Pierre.” He nods once. “Pierre.”

“Pierre, final answer,” you say smilingly, unclasping your bra. He smiles, giddy when he finally gets to see almost all of you.

“Yeeee—no, no, Lorenzo.”

“What?!” Your hands flee to cover your breasts and you narrow your eyes at him. “You are such a—that is cheating. Cheating!”

He just laughs, shrugging his shoulders as if to say what can you do. You roll your eyes, but maintain composure, nodding slowly. “Alright… oh, honeymoon.”

“Uh, uuuh—five days in Paris,” he says eventually, grinning.

“Oh, these panties are not coming off for Paris.” Granted, it’s a beautiful city, but both you and Charles are there nearly all the time for work, and it’s so near Monaco it’s basically the same thing. 

“It’s all I can do for my schedule,” he retorts, insistent. “Take off your panties.”

He has a glint in his eye that strikes both amusement and competition in you.

“I will not,” you shoot, smiling and stepping backwards once, hands still covering your chest.

“Take! Off! Your panties!” He hollers, getting up and making a beeline for you. You squeal, turning around and bounding up the stairs toward your bedroom; he’s hot on your tail, laughing.

“Never!” You yelp, a high-pitched sound as you take refuge in the bedroom. “I want three weeks in Hawaii!” 

[mossyivy]

I think I genuinely found the perfect song for Leon and his wife as like "their song".

(Yes ik it's the song from Twilight but it's fitting!!!)

Now, when I think about them getting married I don't think they did a big wedding. They got married on a whim because Leon had vacation time coming up. They got married by a justice of the peace at a courthouse in front of everyone they cared about and rented a party room at a nice restaurant they really love just to have a good meal and be with everyone who matters.

They didn't have a cake, no flower toss, no first dance. But you did get to dress up, everyone did. Just shared their happiness with everyone. You had a honeymoon for sure though. 2 blissful weeks in Italy together, the vacation they'd planned on taking together. Just to have a romantic get away.

You promised each other that you'd do something special for your first anniversary but you got pregnant and Violet was barely 3 months old on your wedding anniversary that the thought slipped both your minds.

But one afternoon Leon's heading home from a particularly grueling case. Everything that could have gone wrong almost did. And of course he's sitting in traffic when all he wants is to go home an see his wife and daughter. The only thing sounds are the engine and occasional honks from idiot drivers. So he turns on the radio to fill the silence. He catches the ending of some other song. The radio dj coming on and talking for a bit, he reaches for the dial when piano keys fill the car. He just goes back to waiting, sitting back in his seat as he does so.

And my God does he get emotional... He doesn't know if it's the stress he's under or if it's that he can't stop thinking about how relevant everything feels.

He knows his life is hard, It's been hard since that night in Raccoon City and everything that's happened to him. All the people he's seen suffer and the awful things he's seen. But once he met you he finally had something good. Something that gave him hope.

His life changed so much in the past 5 years of being together. You loved him. You married him. You gave him the family he's always wanted and his life is barely over a quarter of the way through. He gets to come home to you and the beautiful baby girl he loves so much.

How could he not finally be thankful for being alive?

Because he gets to live not to just be a weapon anymore. He's got something to look forward to.

Your anniversary rolls around. It's almost midnight and you're prepping your lunch for the next day at work. As Leon walks into the kitchen. Doing his usual schtick of wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. Giving you the usual kisses with a tight squeeze so you can't escape his love as you squeal for mercy. He eventually stops his torturing affection and looks at the stove clock as you zip you're lunchbox closed.

Soon you're lifted from the floor being carried by the waist out of the kitchen.

"Leon! I'm not done yet!"

"It's our anniversary now so I get to do what I please."

"That's not how this works!"

He sets you on the floor, standing as you playfully glare at him. He hustles over to the stereo, plugging his phone in and turning it up, not loud enough to wake the baby.

"What're you doing?" You question, hearing the piano fill the living room as he hustles around the couch.

"What we should of done last year. Our first dance. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

"Leon, we've danced since we got married."

"Yes, but we never picked a song! So just, dance with me and listen. Please? Pleeeease?" He bounces on place till you sigh and wrap your arms around him.

You just stare into each other's eyes while you slow dance. Swaying gently to the music as you listen. Both of you getting emotional by the end of the song. Tears streaming down both your faces. Still smiling as you hug him tight.

"Being with you was one of the best choices I've ever made. I love you so much."

[jointhearumanati]

🌏 HETALIA JOB HEADCANNONS 🌎

Pov: After WW2 In modern peace times most countries are able to focus on hobbies and passions including Education

🇭🇰 Hong Kong owns a YouTube Channel and merch store where he films and sells his clothing designs and jewelry he likes mixing both European modern and oriental design his siblings model for him he's also a DJ

🇫🇷 France has a cosmetology degree Hair, makeup, nails styles from all along the world he works in fashion, modeling, etc he often works with Hong Kong he can do any design from any country, from any era

🇯🇵 Japan has a Degree in Photography and works with Both France and Hong Kong though his work is mainly in travel and landscape photography

🇬🇷 Greece has a veterinarian degree for specifically cats as a specialty most of the money he earns goes into ruins restoration and into helping the economic crisis he also has a degree in Ruins Restoration

🇨🇦 Canada has a Zoology degree and specializes in native Canadian wildlife species and conservation efforts

🇬🇧 Britain has a YouTube channel where he posts songs he sings and plays electric guitar he often teams up with drummers, bassists, etc he's quite popular but he'll never go pro, too much drama

🇩🇪 Germany runs a local bakery and sells cookies, cakes, bread etc he loves it he's always accepting any Birthday cake or wedding cake requests

🇮🇹 Italy and Romano run a traditional Italian restaurant from classic food to ancient food from Rome's era it's a local hotspot even nations go there to eat

🇪🇸 Spain is a dance instructor he teaches all traditional Latino dancing from Spain to Argentina to Mexico he's the best instructor around in Spain sometimes Romano helps

To be continued maybe 🤔?

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[harrysdimples]

hello i hope this isn’t a weird ask or if you’ve seen a post like it and could direct me but i’ve been a casual fan of harry for forever but tbh only recently have become someone who like follows blogs Exclusively About Harry type beat and i was wondering if u could give me like a guide of who his friends r? like ik jeff and some others but i see lots of names and i get like “????” anyways, have a good day!!

of course bb! thank you for giving me something to do during quarantine lmao, long post under the cut:

jeff azoff - harry’s manager and one of his best friends, been friends since early 2013 and harry signed with jeff and full stop management in january 2016, jeff is the son of irving azoff who is widely considered to be the most powerful man in the music industry

glenne christiaansen - jeff’s long term girlfriend/partner, been together at least as long as harry and jeff have been friends, used to work for snapchat and now works at apple music, was included in the forbes 30 under 30 list (woohoo!)

tommy bruce - works at full stop management with jeff, is harry’s manager/representative when jeff isn’t there, good friends with harry

kid harpoon/tom hull - not sure exactly when they became friends but have been friends for a while, worked together on both albums harry has done, his wife jenny is the jenny referenced in canyon moon, he makes a cameo in the adore you music video lol

molly hawkins - harry’s creative director since 2017, has worked on most major shoots harry has done and is responsible for the visuals when it comes to harry’s album/singles artwork

harry lambert - harry’s stylist since at least 2015, we don’t know how they met/who they were introduced by but have been close since around late 2014 (I think)

kunichi normura - harry’s friend who he spent most of his time in japan with, a radio DJ and writer

nick grimshaw - BBC Radio 1 DJ, close friend of 8/9 years, have spent multiple xmas days together, harry debuted SOTT exclusively on his show, just check my gryles tag for more lol

mitch rowland - you probably already know but one of harry’s best friends, guitarist in harry’s band and collaborator on both albums, in a relationship with sarah (drummer) since 2017

xander ritz - lacrosse player, first became close in 2014/15 ish? xander went to lots of tour dates for the last tour 1D did together, you can see more in the xarry timeline here (this hasn’t been updated in a while though, xander goes to most things harry does lmao), still close with one another, most times if harry is doing something in NYC he will fly out to Philadelphia and stay with xander/his family beforehand

ben winston - executive producer on the LLS with james corden, directed multiple music videos for 1D like night changes and you & I, harry stayed with him and his wife meredith in their home for 18 months during 1d, harry is close with all his family, ben’s dad is a lord in the House of Lords in parliament, harry went to see a debate in parliament on brexit through ben’s dad etc, harry is the godfather of ben’s daughter ruby

helene panbrum - harry’s personal and tour photographer, close friend of all the band and crew including harry

cal aurand - 1d’s photographer and close friend of harry’s, introduced him to the green bay packers (lmao) and harry is the godfather of his son, jackson

adam prendergast/sarah jones - members of harry’s band, harry has known adam since 2011, is married to his wife emi with two children (silver and spike), sarah used to be in the band hot chip before joining harry’s band and is now in a relationship with mitch

ny oh (naomi)/charlotte clark - newest members of harry’s band this era, replacing clare uchima who was previously harry’s pianist before joining dua lipa’s band (let’s not talk about that rip)

johnny/alice/ben/chloe burcham - all childhood friends of harry’s, has stayed in more regular contact with johnny than the other two (has brought him on various 1D tours with him, johnny still tweets and posts about harry sometimes), ben was in harry’s band at school with him, alice grew up with harry, chloe burcham is a close family friend of everyone in harry’s family since her mum and anne are very close, gemma, harry and chloe all grew up together and spend most christmases together

rob stringer - head of sony music and close friend of harry’s

tom glynn carney/jack lowden/barry keoghan/fionn whitehead - all part of the dunkirk cast, harry has more publicly stayed friends with tom and barry in particular (tom went to harry’s arena tour and harry went to his play on broadway, barry went to the secret london show for fine line) but they have a group chat called funkirk lmao

roman kemp - capital fm presenter and close friend of harry’s for many years now

tomo campbell/sam campbell - tomo is a close friend of harry’s, harry has been to a few of his art exhibitions and has bought a few of his paintings, sam is also a close friend with their two kids and is the sister of 1d’s hair stylist, lou teasdale

matt irwin - photographer friend of harry’s who was one of his best friends, he sadly took his own life in 2016, harry dedicated his issue of another man to matt and has spoken since about how the grief of losing him impacted him, may he rest in peace.

alessandro michele - creative director of gucci, close friends since 2015 ish, lovely man :’) harry is learning to speak italian for him and has stayed with him in italy before, harry is alessandro’s muse

jack guinness/alexa chung/pixie geldof/waseem etc - all part of harry’s london crew of friends who he was mainly introduced to by nick, harry went to pixie’s wedding, and is still close with jack and alexa in particular etc

tyler johnson/sammy witte/jeff bhasker - all collaborators on both albums and close friends of harry

james corden/kendall jenner - you don’t need me to tell you who either of these people are lol, harry is the godfather of james’ youngest child charlotte

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MLQC 4 Male Leads and MC’s Wedding Plans

MC: Would you like to have a traditional ethnic wedding, a Western style wedding, or both?

Victor: Both. I think you would look fine enough either way. I can hire the best wedding planners and caterers. I have some ideas for the venue: a villa perhaps in France or Italy. We will have a grand ballroom and the most magnificent views for the best photos. All of Loveland will see the most important person at my side on the special day when we become husband and wife.

Kiro: I think you’ll look perfect in both styles, Miss Chips!  I can hire the best stylists, makeup artists, DJ, wedding singers, and bands. Savin has the connections to help me arrange the best wedding for us. Regardless of whether it will be a big wedding or a small one, I think it will be wonderful because I will be marrying you, Miss Chips! We should find the best wedding menu and wedding cakes.

Gavin: I like whatever you want to do, MC. You have my full support for the rest of our lives no matter what. You are already the most beautiful bride to me. I pledge to love only you, the love of my life and to do my best to make you happy.

Lucien: My little butterfly, you should do as your heart pleases. I only want to make you happy. You will be the loveliest bride to me in any wedding style. I will plan the best honeymoon for us. My only suggestion is that you please allow me to help you pick out the lingerie that you’ll be wearing underneath your wedding gown.

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[themostexpensiveboningknife]

2020

Failed party, money in drawer, communicate, move house, move boxes, drive in van, walk to shops, buy noodles, think it’s the end, see whole bus of soldiers in Beijing, new area, walk in darkness, think about leaving, leave, think its temporary, in taxi, post stupid photos, check and check again phone, think people with goggles on my plane are over reacting, take off my mask to eat, keep taking off to loosen, arrive back in London. Tube. Cold. Pub. Party at WeWork. Exhibition at Dulwich Gallery. Farringdon. Drugs and drinks. Brockley, South east London. DJ. Ethiopian food. Morley’s Peckham. Walking on the River. Photographer friend’s house. Canal cycle. National Gallery. Car crash, Dalston. Omar Souleyman. Corsica Studios. Meet girl, back to my friends, back to hers, sex. Morning up to mum’s best friends birthday, Covent Garden restaurant. In a van, Sunday roast. Chisenhale Gallery. arebyte Gallery. Getting worse in China, seems nice and easy and calm in England. Camberwell beers and more. Second-hand book shops, Charing Cross Road. Courtauld. Leafed through a book about a man who lived his entire 86.5 years in East London. Still talking to the same girl back in China. Both believe I’ll be back soon. Chicken wings. West London, meal. South London pub. DJing somewhere inside. Kent, see grandma. Rave, Bermondsey. Friends from Israel and Germany arrive. More drinks, more drugs. Mixing friends. Gay bar in Bethnal Green for old friend’s birthday. Acid, confused and hilarious. Tate Britain. Serpentine. Cranes on the bridge. Liverpool Street film screening. Feels shallow, but good. Begin regular E Pellici sojourns. Primrose Hill with Dad. Beer festival with Keaton and co. Peckham, school friend’s house, bad vibe. More drinks, more drugs. Working on first music compilation with Slowcook and Fafa. Begin watching all of the Studio Ghibli movies. Watching Breaking Bad. At some point have huge argument with my brother, it went like this: He came home from work and I was sitting watching Breaking Bad, he asks, “Have you been like that all day?” I either took it in the wrong way or picked up on a sly dig. It was probably me, but at this point I was pretty self-conscious and worried about going back to China and whether or not I would have a job back there. Was getting surprisingly pissed off with my brother mentioning his work, felt like an affront to me. Weird. He goes crazy (he has a short fuse), punching a wall, ready to fight me. My mum is pretty upset. A few days later I go into his room and try to patch things up. Turns into a deeper chat. He feels like I haven’t been a good brother to him, he gives the example of not looking out for him on his first days of school. I say I’m sorry, it’s because I’m a bit scared and insecure. In retrospect I regret a little laying so much weakness on the table, seems his interactions/ways of acting around me have changed a bit. Still not sure how I feel about it all. Considered getting a gold tooth with Matthew. Play with cats, enjoying them more and more. Rave in Dalston, good music from Asia and beyond. Looking at magazines. Not doing much work at all. Being out and about instead. Go to Norfolk. It’s beautiful, but get way too drunk on first night, sick everywhere, wake up naked in sick. Massive fucking shitshow. Majority of people there have no choice but to act weirdly around me now, which is understandable. Still some nice aspects. One girl there surely hates me a lot. Tate Modern. Art stuff by self is good. Corsica Studios, semi-art, semi-music event. Mr. Bao for first time of many. Radio in Tottenham. Take drugs. Pubs. Drive to Asda with brother to stock up on food. It’s March and the reality of the pandemic is hitting. More canal cycling. First and only group chat on Zoom. BH Funk. Probably have taken cocaine and messaged one of three or four girls numerous times by now. If there’s one, in the cold light of day, horrible and disgusting thing I’ve done too much this year it’s this. Incessant messaging of poor girls that I know will react (although increasingly they don’t, I manage to alienate even close friends in this way). Southbank and The Mall with Nick. Reading about Wuhan. List of good texts. Continuing to do some writing. Making WeChat posts for guī WeChat, including mix series and miniessays. Greenwich park with Matthew. Grime quiz online. Delivering food regularly for my mum’s school. Hackney Marshes with Luan. Epping Forest with Mum and Dad. By this point probably have woken up feeling sorry for myself in Ludo’s flat, after untold amounts of alcohol and cocaine. Online rave. Beijing artists only mix. Go to Switzerland, pass through Italy on the way. Its breath taking, the mountains, the expanse of scenery, not used to it. Climbing up mountains with no one around. Rolo and Patrick and Rita smoke too much weed. I really, really, really still hate smoking it. Feel a bit annoyed how long we spend sitting around while they smoke, but this is way outbalanced by the uniqueness of where we are and the beauty all around. Producing more and more, actually getting somewhere. Cooking more and more food. Reading more and more, like: Black and British, The Corrections, Real Fast Food, Bass, Mids, Tops, Zadie Smith, Olivia Lang, Graham Greene, JG Ballard, Monica Ali, Mo Yan, Jenny Zhang, John le Carre, Naked Lunch, Nabokov, Bukowski, Zora Neale Hurston, Wiley, Bitcoin, Murakami, Judith E. Butler, The Painter of Modern Life, Maupassant, Chekov, Video Art, Gravity’s Rainbow (couldn’t finish), Anaïs Nin, The Net Delusion (couldn’t finish), The Establishment and how they got away with it (couldn’t finish), Roddy Doyle, The Secret of Scent, General Intellects, Women In Love, The Intelligent Investor, Lyndon Johnson. Victoria Park more often than I can remember. To Chrissy’s house. Mile End Park. Very regularly sitting on the river in Wapping. Bring the chessboard and play Ludo sometimes, people smile and look at you differently when you’re playing chess and drinking beers versus just sitting and drinking beer. I May Destroy You. Industry. The beautiful wide expanse of Hackney Marshes. My incessant quest to reach 1000 followers in Instagram. More cycling, and I hate to say it but it really was: Here there and everywhere. Margate with my Dad to see my grandma in hospital and saw the Turner Prize exhibition. Light blue like scrubs, the sky and sun felt eternal. Swimming in dirty water. Make a DJ mix of old 2000s Road Rap. Eat cheese in Peckham. Cycle along the canal north, keep going and going through Tottenham, past Enfield keep going, it’s mad how quickly it becomes quiet fields on all sides, arrive to some kind of lake, swim and then back to the centre of town. Outside a Hawksmoor church in Shadwell ate chicken with Karim and Ludo. DJing. From my bedroom window saw a big crane in the middle of the night sitting on the canal. Begin developing the second DCCY compilation this time with BULLY magazine. Go to a house in an old school in Camberwell. Discover new secret riverside spots in East London. Finally give up my apartment in Beijing. Mile End park. Cycle further and further East to a pedestrian bridge I didn’t know existed. Get onto the beach and into the Thames water. Interview Akito. Begin writing more, after few months of wiling away the summertime. My friend Emmy gets married in Rwanda, I give him some money as a wedding gift which he tells me he used to buy his wife’s dress. Protests in HK always on TV. Get more into finances, crypto and trading, and just saving in general. Had sex with an old friend. Now meeting a girl I first knew years ago in Beijing. More secret river spots. Keaton has his baby, Noah. More times on Hackney Marshes. Barbican conservatory. Watching more films, try to watch all the films of some directors including: Jia Zhangke, Bong Joon-ho, Edward Yang, Wong Kar-wai, Apichatpong Weerasethakul. Decide to watch all of the infamous lauded series, go through Breaking Bad, The Wire and The Sopranos. Go to the seaside for a few days, camping also. Henry Wu album launch in a car park in Bermondsey. Go to visit Keaton’s baby for the first time. Good photography exhibition at Photographer’s Gallery. Go to Wallace Collection again. August. Go to Berlin. Swimming in Berlin lakes until I get an ear infection. It makes me drowsy and lethargic, but still seems to spend all my time cycling around the city. On one night cycle for hours to a rave on the outskirts of the city. Like a lot the abandoned airport in Berlin. Oh yeah, vaping. Found a dead bumble bee. Speak with Nevin about projects. Write a piece about the future of the art world for a magazine being started by Nevin’s friend in Canada. Go to Lithuania. Walk around Vilnius, get too drunk by myself. Get to the Curonian Spit and Nida, beaches and new friends. For the Nightlife Residency project. For a short while life is like on a desert island of new food, new people, new locations, quiet and new meaning. Go to the Russian border on the beach. Cycle to the road boarder and get stopped by the police. Go nude on the beach for the first time. Sauna, sand dunes and forests. DJ out for the first time in ages, this time with Nono. To Kaunus and try nice and stodgy Georgian food for the first time. Hackney Wick back for party. Meet a ginger girl online and go on a date. Wallace Collection again. Free beer and pizza. White Cube. National Gallery, Titian. On BBC Radio London with my Dad. Riverside beers. Saw a lost swan near my front door. Meet Keaton near his work, one of many times. Making more and more music, getting better. Decide I need more organisation and clarity, put everything I’ve done on a blog. More or less long since given up on my job at M Woods. But don’t really begin looking for anything new because it’s still sunny. At some point I start getting benefits money. Go to see La Haine in the cinema. Someone blocks me on WeChat because of me. Some pub somewhere. Sunday walks and breakfast with my parents. Go to an exhibition in Woolworth Road with Muzi. Realise how nice it is to run to Victoria Park along the canal. Vicky Park in general. Dinners at friends’ houses. Museum of London. Walking with Michael in some countryside near London, surprising how quickly things turn green. Break onto a pier in Wapping with Jack. Battersea Park. Tate, Bruce Nauman. Old Street Weatherspoon’s with Keaton, drugs. Central London cemetery. Chinese in Camberwell. Chinese in Aldgate. Italian in Camberwell. More and more exercise, running, weights and yoga with my brother. Sadie Coles. Nick, Central London. Gucci Mane. Hampstead Heath more because Ludo and his flatmates are nearby. Ludo’s now house more for days and nights of you guessed it. Borough Market more, with Emma. Alexandra Palace walk and famous sandwiches after. Tate Britian new lights. More time at Muzi’s. Signing up for cycle courier. LYL Radio show. Shave head. Take acid and it hurts my stomach. Camden Arts Centre with Muzi. Christmas party with friends. Birthday. Cake with Muzi, presents and Indian takeaway from family, walk in Vicky Park with Ludo and Karim plus battered sausage and chips. Christmas at home nice and warming meal. Evening to Ludo’s place with more friends. Boxing day with Matthew, pints and then more at his house in Peckham all night long. Next day is tough! Giant turkey sandwiches, turkey soup, turkey curry. Buy first NFTs. New Year’s Eve stay in at Muzi’s, one drink and a cake.

[spine-buster]

Alone, Together | Chapter 32 | Morgan Rielly

“Get your hand off my butt, baby.  We’re in public.”

“I can’t.  It’s glued there.”

Bee couldn’t help but snort as she felt Morgan’s hand pat her ass.  She looked up at him trying to contain her smile, watching him as he was watching the commotion around them.  Friends and family of Zach and Alannah were filing into the foyer of the Art Gallery of Ontario, excitedly looking around at all the decorations around them.  They were waiting off to the side for some more teammates to arrive – Fred, Tyler, and William were due to arrive any second according to their texts to Morgan, all solo bachelors for the night, along with John and Aryne (who had flown in just that morning from Sydney and Matt Martin’s wedding in the Hamptons the day before), Nazem and Ashley, Jake and Lucy, Mitch and Steph, Connor and Madison, and Kasperi and Cassie.  Some former teammates had even flown in for the wedding, like James van Riemsdyk and his fiancée Lauren, and the new Stanley Cup winner Tyler Bozak and his wife Molly.  Bee knew it was going to be a great party.

“What are you gonna do when we have to sit for the ceremony?  Am I gonna sit on your hand?” she asked.

“Probably.”

She couldn’t help but snort.  “You’re unbelievable.”

Morgan finally looked down at her with a smirk on his face.  “What am I supposed to do when you’re wearing that,” he said, motioning down to her dress.  “Plus I know what you’re wearing under it.”

“Behave yourself,” she warned.  “We’re at a wedding.”

“Can’t make any promises.”

This was Bee’s first ever wedding.  It wasn’t like she was ever invited to them as a kid (and it wasn’t like she and her mother could go even if they were), and considering her age, nobody in her friend group had gotten married yet.  When she and Morgan got the invitation, she stared at it for like, five minutes, taking in the gold foil detailing, the heavy cardstock, and all the other bits included, like a parking pass and a map to the Art Gallery of Ontario.  It was so luxurious and well designed.  The whole wedding was going to be so luxurious if the invitation was anything to go by.  When she let Morgan know it would be her first wedding, he told her what to expect, what they day and night would entail, and how there would probably be a lot of alcohol and the hockey boys going a bit crazy.  Bee knew she’d have to get a new dress and probably get her hair done, so she made sure to go shopping with Ashley, who helped her pick out her dress, and had gone to a hair appointment earlier in the day so she could get a messy bun done.  She was excited, to say the least, and had been eagerly jittery about it for at least a week.

“He’s touching the buuuuutttt,” a high-pitched voice mimicked the octopus from Finding Nemo.  Morgan and Bee both whipped their heads to see Tyler leading Fred and William towards where they were standing.  Morgan made no attempt to take his hand off her ass as his teammates approached, though when Bee leaned in to hug them, he was forced to let go.

“You guys are looking quite dapper,” Bee smiled as she gave big hugs to Willy and Fred.  They said their thanks and complimented her on her dress before she turned to Tyler.  “You look like a vacuum salesman.”

The boys cackled as Tyler’s jaw dropped.  “This is a new suit!” he cried out.  

“It is?”

“Bespoke!  From Mo’s guy!” he pointed towards Morgan.  

“Really?”

“Garrison Bespoke!” he stressed.  “He took my measurements and everything!”

Bee couldn’t help but laugh.  “Oh you know I’m kidding, Tyler,” she smacked his arm playfully.  “The suit looks great.”

“Thank God.  This is the most expensive piece of clothing I own.”

“Your hair on the other hand…” she began, a devilish grin on her face.

“Don’t you dare speak about my hair.”

Before the teasing could go any further, the group was ushered to a row of seats about halfway from the front.  Morgan sat on the aisle seat, Bee next to him as he held her hand in his lap.  Tyler sat beside her, with Fred and Willy next to him.  Eventually, Kasperi and Cassie snuck in to finish off the row, and John and Aryne settled in right behind Morgan and Bee, along with Jake and Lucy, and Nazem and Ashley.  Music was playing from a set of speakers high above them (Bee imagined the DJ had set them up – no way would an art gallery be blasting music in those speakers) as the traditional ceremony began.  Bee smiled when she saw Zach walk down the aisle to the chuppah with his parents.  Zach looked so dapper in his suit, and he looked nervous as he joked around with his groomsmen.  When Alannah began to walk down the aisle, Bee couldn’t help but become emotional at the sight of her.  She looked so beautiful in her dress, her long blonde hair in perfectly done waves and her veil extending behind her like a princess.  Bee shed a tear as Alannah finally met Zach at the end of the aisle, who had already wiped away a few tears himself.  

Morgan continued to hold her hand lightly in his lap throughout the ceremony.  His fingers were loose around hers, and his thumb grazed the back of her hand tenderly throughout the whole ceremony.  She could feel him looking at her at certain points, and when she’d turn her head to look at him, she’d see him gazing at her, his eyes glossed over with an emotion Bee couldn’t quite discern. 

The moment came when Zach had to break the glass.  As he stomped his foot down, the glass in the napkin shattered and everybody screamed the traditional “Mazel tov!” and began a round of applause.  The music started back up again as they walked back town the aisle hand in hand.  Bee looked up at Morgan once Zach and Alannah reached the end, their wedding party following behind them.

“Now it’s time to party,” he winked at her.  

***

Cocktail hour was exciting and full of food.  They had a raw oyster bar that kept getting restocked, a sushi station, passed hors d’oeuvres, and a “cheese” cake – literally wheels of cheese imported from Italy stacked on top of one another.  Bee couldn’t get enough, especially of the cheese cake, and Morgan ate so many oysters she thought he wouldn’t be able to eat dinner (Morgan always had room for dinner).  He also had room for drinks – lots of drinks, because fuck, a teammate was getting married and they needed to celebrate every fifteen minutes with a toast to Zach, a toast to Zach’s dad, a toast to the chuppah.  Bee milked her gin and tonic for most of cocktail hour, watching as the bartenders poured drink after drink for the boys.  Morgan made sure to keep his hand in its place (read: on her ass) whenever he wasn’t eating or having a drink with the boys, and this time, Bee appreciated the contact a little more.  

When they were ushered from Walker Court to Baillie Court for dinner, Bee picked up hers and Morgan’s place card.  The giant table they were seated at saw her and Morgan sitting with Jake and Lucy, John and Aryne, Kappy and Cassie, Fred, Willy, and Tyler.  The other “hockey table” beside them constituted Tyler and Molly, James and Lauren, Connor and Madison, Mitch and Steph, and Naz and Ashley.  They were definitely the loudest section of the room, tucked into their own little corner relatively close to the head table.  

As they began to sit down in their places, Bee was in the middle of a Fred and Morgan sandwich.  Being squishes between two giant hockey players was probably the dream of a lot of girls, but Bee felt like she had T-Rex arms and wondered how she’d be able to eat her meal without elbowing her boyfriend and good friend.  Morgan’s hand immediately went to her thigh.  “Morgan, Fred is right here,” she warned, her voice low as she whispered in his ear.

He turned to her.  “I can’t stop thinking about what’s under that dress,” he said, much, much louder than he intended.  It was clear the alcohol was coursing through his veins and he either had no filter, no shame, or no concept of how loud his voice was.

Either way, Fred snorted beside her.  Bee gave Fred an exasperated look as he continued to smirk and giggle.  “Morgan,” she said sternly.  “Keep your voice down, please.”

“Yeah Mo.  If I really want to I could reach over and put my hand on your thigh, too,” Fred chirped in, doing just that, leaning over Bee’s body and squeezing Morgan’s thigh.  “Never mind asking to see what’s under that suit.”

“Oh my God,” Bee grimaced before she facepalmed.  The last thing she saw was Fred wiggling his eyebrows and Morgan wiggling his back at him.  Apparently everybody else at the table was too busy in their own conversations to see what was going on.  “Please hold off until we start dancing.  I don’t think everyone else at the table will appreciate your shameless flirting while they eat.”

After Zach and Alannah’s first dance (Bee definitely cried) but before dinner began, Zach’s dad made a heartwarming speech about their families coming together.  Zach and Alannah were high school sweethearts, so he spoke about how much they had grown together and how he was so happy to “finally have a daughter” in Alannah.  After the first course, their best man and maid of honour also made their speeches, which were hilarious and poked fun at the couple, all while celebrating their friendship and love.  Lastly, after the main course, Zach and Alannah gave their own speech to both laughs and tears from the guests in attendance.  Throughout the speeches, Morgan rested his arm on the back of Bee’s chair and she leaned back into his chest.  She could feel him rest his cheek on the side of her head and couldn’t help but smile at him being so unapologetically affectionate.  She didn’t know if it was just him, or the alcohol, or a mix of both.  In a room surrounded by love for Zach and Alannah, she felt fortunate to know Morgan still couldn’t help but show his love for her, too.  

Then, the party started.

The DJ opened the dancing with some Rihanna, and everybody crowded the dance floor quickly.  Bee, Aryne, and Lucy began moving their hips along to the music, the boys dancing awkwardly as they always did – probably because the food had softened their buzz and they didn’t feel the rhythm as much.  Song after song, the DJ kept the dance floor full.  Eventually, the boys were pulled away from some drinks and shots at the bar, and the girls met up with the others, taking group photos and posing with their hands rubbing Aryne’s bump. 

When the DJ began to play a slower-tempo song, Morgan returned to the dance floor, grabbing Bee’s hands and twirling her into his body as they moved to the beat of the music.  With his one hand on her lower back and his other holding hers against his chest, he looked down at her and gave her a quick peck on the lips.  “I lllllove you, you know that?”

Bee couldn’t help at his slight slur of his words.  She wondered how many shots he downed at the bar while she was dancing.  “I do.  And I love you too.”

He bent down slightly so he could whisper in her ear, although, with the alcohol running through him, she knew his whispering would probably end up be screaming, just like it was at the dinner table.  “I know I’m not supposed to say this but you’re the prettiest girl in the room.  Even with Alannah in her wedding dress.”

Bee couldn’t help but give him a look – somewhat appreciative, somewhat disapproving.  She knew now that it was the alcohol talking.  “Stop.”

“I’m being serious.  This dress is doing things to me,” he said, his hand wandering further down her back.

“Eeeeeeeasy cowboy,” she giggled, grabbing his hand and bringing it back up to its previous position at the small of her back.  “There are family members around.  Don’t want them getting a bad impression.”

“Imagine if they knew how loud you scream my name.”

A shiver ran up Bee’s spine at Morgan’s words.  “Morgan.”

“Imagine how loud it’ll be tonight,” he continued, whispering into her ear.  “Imagine how loud you’ll be after I peel that dress off of you and call you my good girl.”

“Morgan, stop,” she stressed, looking beyond Morgan to see Lucy pouting her lip at them, mouthing the words ‘So cute!’.  If she only knew what he was saying instead of the sweet nothings she probably thought he was saying.  There were a lot of people on the dance floor, too, and God help her if one of them had supersonic hearing.  

“Is it pink?”

“Is what pink?”

“Whatever’s under this dress.”

Bee couldn’t help but roll her eyes.  “You’re just gonna have to wait and see,” she said coyly.  “Besides, by the rate you’re drinking now, you might not last long enough to see me in it.”

That got Morgan’s attention.  He looked at her wide-eyed, shaking his head.  “No.  No.  No,” he said quickly, garnering a giggle from Bee.  “I am not – no – I am not passing out before I see what’s under there.”

“Good choice, Morgan,” she winked at him.

A grin still managed to make its way across his face.  They continued to slow dance together.  Bee noticed Aryne resting her head on John’s shoulder as they danced together.  She even saw Kappy and Willy dancing together, holding each other in their arms as Cassie filmed it.  They were already hammered.  Cassie would have her hands full tonight.  “I still meant what I said before.  You’re the prettiest girl in this room,” Morgan said again, smiling down at her.  “You’re the prettiest girl in every room.”

“You flatter me too much.”

“Cause you deserve it.”

Bee couldn’t help but smile, leaning her head in the crook of his neck.  “And you’re the best boyfriend in the world,” she whispered, relaxing in his arms.  

Eventually, everybody came back out onto the dance floor.  Connor Brown had a tray full of shots for everyone and Fred carried other drinks for them, including a gin and tonic for Bee, and they all began to dance some more.  She felt slightly buzzed as she danced along with everyone, laughing and giggling and incorporating some truly heinous dance moves.  When the DJ played Lizzo – a four song set of “Boys”, “Good as Hell”, “Juice”, and “Truth Hurts”, everybody went crazy.  The girls were singing along at the top of their lungs, dancing and acting out the lyrics as much as possible.  The boys, to their credit, were graciously playing along, dancing and moving their hips, pointing to their bowties during “Boys” and pretending to check the girls’ nails and flip their non-existent hair during “Good as Hell”.  Tyler – a surprisingly excellent dancer – ended up dancing with Bee and swinging her back and forth along to the beat of “Juice”, indulging her by pretending to grind up against her when the lyrics “The juice ain’t worth the squeeze if the juice don’t look like this”.  Everyone around them whooped and hollered as Morgan danced towards her too, backing his ass up towards her body on the other side, putting her in a hockey-player-grinding-sandwich.  Bee was laughing so much she couldn’t dance anymore, covering her face until Alannah pulled her out and subbed Zach into the sandwich so she could dance with her.  

When the DJ played an entire 90s-Eurodance set, the European boys went nuts.  Kasperi and Willy went crazy with their dancing and jumping around, and Fred – oh my God, Fred – he was doing it along with them, his big body jumping and grooving along to the music that he apparently loved so much.  Perhaps he had fond memories of it growing up.  In any case, everybody eventually joined in with them, Cassie filming the whole thing on her phone.

When the DJ announced the late night food stations, the girls still didn’t leave the dance floor since the music was so good.  Instead, the men left and came back soon after with the goodies – poutine, Angus beef sliders, grilled cheese sandwiches, and fried chicken.  When the boys brought the piles of food back, the girls screamed in excitement.  

“I brought you poutine,” Fred smiled drunkenly as he showed her the steaming bowl of fries, gravy, and cheese curds.  Aryne was already digging into a grilled cheese sandwich and Cassie was filming herself eating a fry dangling from Kasperi’s mouth.  “I already ate some.  Sorry.”

“You brought me poutine?!” Bee was ready to cry at his words.  Fred nodded his head, a giant smile on his face as he set the bowl down on the table.  Bee wrapped her arms around his big shoulders and pressed a kiss onto his cheek.  “Freddie, you are the absolute best person on the planet.”

“Hey, what am I, chopped liver?” Morgan demanded playfully, holding a plate of fried chicken.  “I brought you fried chicken!”

“Well I’m eating the poutine first,” she stuck out her tongue at him, grabbing a fork and digging into the poutine.  

Another shot at the bar with Zach, Alannah, and all the hockey guests happened after everybody finished eating, followed by another gin and tonic for Bee.  Group pictures – so many group pictures – were posed for (and no doubt uploaded to Instagram).  More dancing with Fred and Tyler, more slow dancing with Morgan.  By the end of the night, everybody watched from the sidelines as Zach and Alannah danced to their last dance together.  

Morgan and Bee stood off to the side, Bee’s back to his chest as he had his arms wrapped around her waist.  Bee could feel Morgan’s chin resting on top of her head, and slowly but surely, he moved down so he could rest it against her shoulder.  When she shifted her eyes to look at him, she saw a simple, loving smile on his face.

His eyes were looking at Zach and Alannah, but his mind was elsewhere.

***

Morgan and Bee were giggly as they stumbled into his apartment, kissing whenever they could, grabbing wherever they could.  Bee worked on untying Morgan’s tie while his hands were busy groping her ass through he dress.  He kicked off his shoes and she hers, and he helped her unzip her dress to reveal her pink underwear and bra.  He drunkenly grabbed handfuls of her ass before they fell onto the bed together, dragging each other further onto the bed as Morgan’s large body loomed over hers.  She worked at the buttons of his shirt before pushing the material off, then worked at his belt as he kissed her all over – wet, sloppy kisses; butterfly kisses; nipping kisses that left soft bite marks on her skin; long kisses that were sure to leave hickeys.  

The way he was kissing her felt different tonight.  It wasn’t that he was holding back.  And it wasn’t that he was drunk, either (well, half-drunk – he had the wherewithal to be gentle with the zipper of her dress so he didn’t break it).  It just felt…different.  There were moments where he’d stop and look at her, his mouth open as their lips traced each other’s, but his blue eyes would be piercing hers, as if he couldn’t believe she was below him, her legs wrapped around his torso pressing his body against hers.  Then he’d start kissing her again, and his hands would wander along her sides, and it felt like there was even more meaning than there usually was behind his kisses.  Like there was something he was trying to say with them, something that he couldn’t say with words, or something that he was trying not to say.

“Our wedding’s gonna be all flowers,” he mumbled suddenly against her lips.

Her body stiffened slightly at his words.  Okay, so maybe he had no filter right now.  Maybe the alcohol was still coursing through his veins and he was a bit more than half-drunk.  “Flowers?”

“Mmm,” he smiled, biting her bottom lip.  “Cause you love them so much.  Lots of flowers.  All the flowers in the world.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his reasoning.  The fact that he was even thinking about this stuff, and then saying it with no filter, made the butterflies in her stomach flutter.  She knew it must have been because of the wedding.  She couldn’t help but feel a sense of giddiness.  They always said drunk words are sober thoughts, and, well…she was going to get to the bottom of this.  “What else?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“Good food.  Raw oyster bar,” he continued in between kisses.  “You in lace.”

“Lace?” she giggled slightly.  

“Mhm,” he nodded slightly, moving down to her neck.  “The dress and whatever’s underneath it.  You know how lace is my favourite.”

“You’re lucky it’s my favourite too,” she said, moving to unclasp her bra and toss it to the side.  “What else?”

“Vancouver or Toronto – doesn’t matter.  Just somewhere nice,” he continued, kissing down her body and over her breasts.  “You pick.  You pick everything.  Whatever you want.  But the flowers.  You love flowers.”

He hooked his fingers into her underwear and slid off her panties, pulling his own underwear down right after.  She took the initiative to flip him over so he was on his back, and climbed on top of him to straddle him.  She grabbed his cock in her hands and stroked it a few times.  She couldn’t help but admit that she loved this.  She didn’t know where it was coming from, but she loved it.  She wanted more.  She wanted to know it all.  “Where are we going for our honeymoon?” she smiled, biting her lip as she lowered herself on to his cock.

It took Morgan a few moments to answer – he was too busy relishing in the feeling of his cock inside of her and watching it disappear into her.  “Positano,” he gulped.  “If I don’t get to take you there before then.  So you can see the giant lemons.”

“Oh yeah?” she breathed out, bottoming out, putting her hands on his broad chest.

He nodded, gulping again.  His hands squeezed at her hips.  “Or Bora Bora.  France.  Lake Como.  New Zealand.  Antarctica.  Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere with you, baby.”

“Then we’re going anywhere,” he agreed.

Bee couldn’t help but smile as she began to rock back and forth.  As the less drunk of the two, she took it upon herself to do most of the work, knowing Morgan would probably appreciate it.  “It’s so deep baby,” she moaned, one of her hands going to her clit.  “God, it’s so fucking deep.”

“I’d go to Turkmenistan if you wanted to go there,” he continued, his mind apparently still stuck on their earlier words.

She couldn’t help but laugh, surprised that he even knew it was a country.  “Okay, stud,” she giggled out.

“I mean it.  You tell me what you want, where you want to go and we’re going.”

She leaned down so her breasts were pressed up against his chest.  She kissed him a few times before smiling at him.  “I want you to make love to me,” she purred against his lips.

With a flash in Morgan’s eyes, he took the initiative to wrap his arms around her and flip her over so she was on her back below him.  He fucked her nice and slow, and passionate, and loving, giving her the same kisses as he was earlier, a mix of sticking his tongue down her throat and tracing his lips onto hers as he looked down at her, his big blue eyes searching for something within her that she didn’t know he was looking for.

“You think about this stuff too, right?” he asked, his tone of voice almost worried as he looked down at her.  

She nodded her head.  Yes, she did.  She did think about this stuff.  She thought about what her future would be like with Morgan.  She thought about marriage, about children, about raising a family.  She thought about growing together.  How could she not?  He was the love of her life.  It was so clear that he was.  He was everything that she could have asked for in a partner, and she’d be a liar if she said she hadn’t thought about it.  She saw the look in his eyes.  She heard his tone of voice.  As if he had anything to worry about.  “Of course I do,” she kept nodding.  “All the time.”

He didn’t say another word.  Instead, after some more work on his part, he felt her walls clench around him and he exploded within her, filling her up as he always did, cock twitching at the feeling.  She kept her legs wrapped around him as he collapsed on top of her, falling into a quiet, gentle, contented sleep.

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Would like to hear about the Ellex wedding :)

oh man do i have some THOUGHTS about this

so on the day of the wedding, alex nearly vomits. everyone thinks he’s sick, when really he’s just so nervous and excited and emotional

ellen isn’t that worried. i mean duh, she’s stressed and excited and all, but she’s more excited because she’s marrying alex!!!!

they get their lovely fall themed rustic venue, and diana (an oc i made who’s ellen’s maid of honour) and mal help ellen into her dress. they thought of getting someone to do her hair, but her hair is fairly easy to work with and she didn’t want anything too extreme, so mal did her hair. she got her makeup done professionally though, but it was still pretty natural

alex was so stressed the stock market couldn’t calm him down. all of his groomsmen took turns telling him stories about different times he’d gotten through something stressful and stories about him and ellen. it calmed him down, and somehow he got to the altar

ellen’s father walked her down the aisle, and when alex caught sight of her he broke down. like he completely lost it and was tearing up throughout the entire ceremony, including his vows. him being emotional got everyone emotional, and even nick was teary

they did end up dancing to “at this moment,” which is actually a really sad song, but it’s theirs and made them happy. the dj took requests after that, and first in line was nick with lola by the kinks

then came the best mans speech. skippy. he got up to the podium, cleared his throat, and said “hi.” he was unable to say anything else. he completely forgot what he wrote, and even with the paper in front of him he just froze up. then nick stepped in, telling stories of how alex helped him pass high school, and helped mal keep her job, and helped keep skippy from humiliating himself in front of the fraternity that was pretending to be interested in him, and how underneath the cold, soulless exterior, he’s just a sensitive, caring, intelligent person. he talked about how alex made him feel like family even when he wasn’t really part of it, and how ellen felt like a part of their family too. he talked about little things that they did together that even they never really noticed, like the way alex smiles a bit every time she walks into the room, or how ellen always feeds him when he won’t eat because he’s busy. by the time he’s through, there isn’t a single dry eye in the audience

eventually the ceremony is over, and all that’s really left is food and dancing. except they decided to try something where every married couple in the room gave them marriage advice. steven said to never compromise your morals; if you’re being asked to, talk it out and explain why. if your morals aren’t at risk, let her get her way. elyse said to always emphasize trust over everything.

they considered going on their honeymoon after a couple of weeks, but their apartment wasn’t ready (mal, jen, elyse, and diane were decorating), so they spent the night in a hotel, then flew off to italy for two weeks

everyone agreed that while it was hectic and stressful, seeing alex and ellen so happy and in love was the most beautiful thing ever, and that they were totally worth it all