dance parties really are the best

Signs on the Dance Floor


Aries: strategically positioned on the dance floor, weighing up their options for tonight

Taurus: a smooth operator with pick-up lines for days

Gemini: in an argument with their SO and everyone can hear

Cancer: the photobomber who’s sense of humour stopped developing at 9

Leo: the first person to break it down in the circle that formed in the middle of the dance floor

Virgo: thinks they have the best moves ever, catch them on

Libra: the person you didn’t could dance to save their life

Scorpio: escalates quickly with their newfound dance partner, basically need to get a room ASAP

Sagittarius: can’t make up their mind between the buffet or the dance floor

Capricorn: wasn’t even invited to this party, but they practically live on the dance floor

Aquarius: snapchatting the whole event, they’re cooler on the internet

Pisces: really didn’t want to be here, but did it for their best friend

Don’t Forget the Kid

I am a total piece of shit and I hate myself but this is a request I got not too long ago and I’ve just been way too busy to start it but it’s done now YAY! I’m not sure if this is what you expected and if not I’m sorry but I did my best! Hope y’all like it!

Anon: “Can I ask for a joker x reader request where the reader is a single mother then she meets the joker and he takes care of her and her kid” 


The thumping and pounding of the loud music flowed through your veins. At first you were reluctant to come to the club with your girlfriends but being a single mother had really worn you down. Eventually they broke you down and convinced you to hire a babysitter and come out for the night. You danced, you drank, you partied as if it was your last day on earth.

“I’m going to get a drink,” you yelled over the music. Your friends nodded in approval as you walked over to the bar. You could feel the sweat drip down your neck and you loved it. You were having more fun tonight than in the 5 years since you had your son. Leaning against the bar, you took in and admired your surroundings.

“Pretty great, hey? Did it all myself,” you hear a voice beside you. You nodded then turned your head to face the mystery voice. Your eyes widened in a mix of shock, horror, and fear. The one, the only, the infamous Joker stood right beside you staring you down with an intense look. “Pretty girl in a pretty club. What are you doing here doll?” he inquired.

“I uhm I well my friends wanted to take me out. My son is at home with the babysitter at home so I should probably go home soon. Don’t wanna leave the poor girl waiting,” you rambled. You looked down at your watched pretending to be shocked by what time it was. “It was nice talking to you, I’ve got to go,” you stammered as you started to walk away. A cold hand quickly grabbed your wrist. His grip around you thin wrist sent shivers throughout your whole body.

“Mmm I like you, you’re not going anywhere.” He spoke with a threatening tone laced with a delicious growl. As dangerous as this man was, and as much as he terrified you to the bone, he was unconventionally attractive and it killed you. You disgusted yourself, how could I be attracted to such a psychotic, murderous criminal, you thought to yourself. He yanked you closer to him and you fell into his muscular chest. “You’re coming with me doll.” His wide, silver grin scared you but nothing more scared you than being away from your son. Alexander was only 5 there was nowhere for him to go if you were gone. Your parents had moved to Europe somewhere, he had no aunts or uncles that could take him in, if you were gone he was completely alone. The thought scared you to the bone.

“My son. I’ll do anything you want just don’t hurt my son. I need him, he’s my life,” you pleaded. You shut your eyes, astounded at yourself for conforming to his wishes. He pulled you to the back of the club, the VIP section you assumed, and called over one of his henchmen.

“Frost we’re going on a little roadtrip, get the car ready, we’ll be out in 5,” he said to the quiet man in a dark suit. The man curtly nodded and walked away. “Here’s the deal sweetheart, you come with me, do whatever I say whenever I want for however long I want and you can keep your son. You’re coming to live with me now doll and I guess if it makes you listen to me then you can have your little brat with you. But keep this in mind sweetheart,” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up into his icy blue eyes,”you step out of line even once and the kid is gone, got it?” You nodded and looked down, accepting your fate. The screech of a purple lamborghini caused your head to whip up. Realizing he was opening the door you stepped forward, acknowledging the fact that this was it, you were picking up your son, some things for him and yourself, and heading off to a brand new life. Your heart sank as you realized how this would affect your son. He wouldn’t have a normal childhood, he wouldn’t play with toys and action figures, instead he would play with dangerous weapons as toys. You realized that this was the worst possible thing you could’ve done as a mother and you just prayed that your son would forgive you one day.

“Get in the car,” the massive goon said behind you as he shoved you lightly into the small confines of this car. “Sir we’ll be on all sides, in front, behind, and on the sides, we got you covered boss,” the man said to the Joker. He nodded and slammed the door as he started revving the engine. You felt the car push forward before you started zooming through downtown Gotham. After what seemed like forever the car came to a quick jolt in front of your home.

“Go get the kid you have 5 minutes or else baby doll,” he said menacingly with a smirk on his pale face. Your eyes widened as you hurried to get out of the car and through the front door. You had no doubt the Joker wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you because of your mistake so you ran to his room and threw some clothes into a bag, his favorite toys, his blankets, everything a young boy needs.

“Mommy? What’s happening?” A sleepy Alexander said behind you. You whipped around to see your precious child slightly waking up.

“Honey don’t worry alright? You and me are gonna go on a trip! You and mommy my sweet boy,”

“Alright mommy, love you,” his quiet words ripped your heart in two. You grabbed his hand and the bag and you rushed for the door. Just as you swung the door open you saw an angry Joker standing directly in front of you.

“3…2…1…” He looked at his fake watch and lifted his head up with a grin. He pulled out his gun and put it against your temple. You were shaking, terrified of what he would do. “You made it by three seconds doll. And next time I won’t be this forgiving,” he dropped his voice lower as his threat rang through your ears. “Let’s go, you’re already pissing me off. You just wait doll, Daddy and you are gonna some fun. Think I should punish you for being bad sweets?” he mumbled into your ear. You nodded in agreement, afraid of what he might do if you didn’t. “Answer me!” he yelled, startling you.

“Y-yes I deserve t-to be punished,” you mumbled, afraid to make eye contact. He growled in satisfaction, reveling in the fear that he caused. You pulled you and your confused son into the back of his fancy sports car and pulled his small frame into your side. You planted a brief kiss to the top of his innocent head and mumbled that everything would be okay.

After what felt like an eternity the car pulled up outside of a fairly large house, not really what you had expected from the Clown Prince himself. You were tanked out of the car, pulling your son along with you.

“Let’s go. I’ll show you where the kid will sleep and the real fun’s gonna start,” he said in a low almost taunting voice as he dropped his left eye into a sly wink. You walked behind him into the lavish space before you. You briefly stopped to admire the beauty of the house, very well decorated, clean, modern, all in all very nice. “Hurry up, I’m getting antsy doll.” As you entered a small room with a bed and not much else he motioned from the kid to the bed. “He sleeps here. Say bye and come with me.” He stepped outside the room giving you and your son some privacy.

“Baby I’m so sorry, I hope you understand one day why this is happening. I love you to the moon and back Alex. Never forget that. I love you so so much alright?” The tired boy nodded and laid down on the bed. You pulled the blanket over him and passed him his little stuffed teddy bear that you managed to grab from the house. You stepped out of the room to see the Joker glaring at you. He stepped in front of you in one long stride and grabbed your wrist.

“Let’s go sweets, time to help daddy out,” he said with a sick smirk on his bright red lips.


You had been here for just about a month now. Things had gotten better with the Joker, he had started to acknowledge your son’s presence and he even spoke to him sometimes. It turns out he was almost good with kids. He was gentle and made sure to never put him in harm’s way. It was endearing in a sort of way. You and him had even grown closer as he had started to maybe even care for you. He gave you everything you could ever dream of and had provided Alexander with whatever his little heart desired.

“Alex let’s go, your mom and I are going to the park and you’re coming too,” Joker told him with his silver toothed grin planted on his face. Alexander nodded as J ruffled his sandy blonde hair. It warmed your heart to see him soften his tough guy demeanor for your son. When this whole fiasco happened you were terrified of what this meant for you and your son but as of now you weren’t regretting complying to his wished to go with him. He had given you a better life than you had ever had and he made sure to keep his work away from Alexander so he wouldn’t be faced with that at such a young age. “Mmm Y/N you’re looking beautiful as always.” His smile widened as he saw you blush at his casual compliment. This was your life now. Luxury and a man who although may not seem it, really does care for you. He stood next to you and leaned over close enough to whisper in your ear. “Y’know doll, I would go to the ends of this very earth for you and that little monster over there.” You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Everything that he had done to you at the beginning, everything that he had done to terrify you, everything he said, everything was fixed now. It all vanished with those simple words.

anonymous asked:

Andreil 22, 32 or 37 ty love

37. “Wanna dance?”

Three years after graduating, Matt finally proposed to Dan, who got so excited she climbed him like the tree he was to kiss him.  They ended up having to set the wedding date out almost a year later, so they could get the whole team back for the wedding.  And absolutely no one was surprised when Matt asked Neil to be his best man at his wedding, but almost everyone was surprised when he said yes, and then did actual best man duties.  Ok, yeah, the bachelor party was a little awkward at first, but Matt didn’t really want a traditional party anyway, all things considered.  Matt was more than content with just getting trashed while playing Mario Cart.

The day of the actual wedding, Matt almost bolted because even though he loved and adored Dan, Matt had one of those, she deserves so much better than a washed up Exy player, oh gawd Neil just let me go! moments.  But Neil wouldn’t let him and the first thing Matt did post-ceremony was kiss Neil full on the mouth.  Most of the Foxes laughed even as most of the other guests stared in horror.  Only Andrew didn’t laugh, just finished off his flask after staring at them for several long moments.  Eventually he got up and downed five champagne glasses.

Neil wandered back towards their table and looked around for his boyfriend, smiling when he saw him despite Andrew’s grimace.  Andrew grabbed another glass, and sipped it as he walked unsteadily towards his boyfriend.

“Hey, you good?” Neil asked as Andrew took his hand.

“Wanna dance?” Andrew asked pulling Neil towards the dance floor.  Neil looked around, alarmed, but no one had seen him yet.

“Come on, let’s go get some fresh air,” Neil suggested, tugging Andrew towards a set of stairs.  Andrew let him take him to the roof without much comment.  Once alone, Neil turned to Andrew and opened his mouth to ask him what was going on, but Andrew spoke before him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and Neil shook his head.  Andrew pulled out of Neil’s grip and curled in on himself.

“Andrew, what’s wrong?” Neil asked. as Andrew walked to the ledge pulling out a pack of cigarettes.  Andrew shook his head as he lit a cigarette.  “Do you wanna talk about it?”  Andrew shook his head, no, again.  They could just hear the slow music from the roof.  Andrew chugged the rest of the champagne.

“I wanna dance,” Andrew repeated.  Neil sighed and closed the gap between him and his boyfriend; he held out a hand and Andrew took it, pulling Neil close.  Neil could smell the cologne Nicky had picked out from him.  Andrew surprised Neil, pulling him close and leaning into him.  They’d been together for years, but Andrew still had very strict touching rules which just made Neil more nervous.  They didn’t so much dance as lean close to each other and sway together.  As soon as the song changed, Andrew pulled away and took a long drag of his cigarette.

“You gonna talk to me now?” Neil asked.  Andrew didn’t say anything for a long time, just stood there smoking.  When he finished with his cigarette he lit another with the burning stub.  Once done with the second, he turned back to Neil.

“Do you like dancing?” Andrew asked, and Neil shook his head, no.

“What?  No!  Not particularly.”  Andrew nodded and picked at his armband.

“You know I can’t give you this,” he said bluntly, waving his hand about.  Neil blinked, not comprehending what Andrew was really saying.  “Jeeze, Josten!  Why do you have to be so dense?”  Neil blinked and waited.  “A wedding,” Andrew finally said and Neil sighed.

“Andrew, I don’t want a wedding,” Neil said and Andrew glared at him.  “What could possibly make you think I did?”  Andrew fiddled with his collar and then shrugged.

“I mean, we’re here aren’t we?  You’re the best man, aren’t you?” Andrew asked.  Neil sighed a little.

“My best friend asked-”  Andrew squawked despite himself.

“I thought I was your best friend.”  Neil’s face fell a little.  He’d never seen Andrew like this in the past three years, and couldn’t think about the weirdness of the situation.

“Jeeze Minyard, dense much?  How much have you had to drink?”  Andrew opened his mouth to reply, but Neil interrupted him.  “You’re like my best best friend.  You’re my boyfriend.  I don’t want or need anything else from you.  I can’t believe weddings make you the biggest drama king,” he laughed.  Andrew made a face.

“I’m not-”  Neil pointed at him and Andrew closed his mouth.  He closed the gap between them again and leaned into Neil’s space but didn’t touch him.  “Can I kiss you?  Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” Neil whispered and Andrew brushed his lips gently against Neil’s and leaned into him so they could slow dance some more even though a fast song played in the background.  Neither of them noticed Nicky and Kevin until it was too late.  Nicky ran across the roof from Andrew holding his phone high, laughing at Andrew’s threats if he didn’t fucking delete it right now.

“It’s too cute,” Nicky yelled as Andrew wrestled him to the ground, tugging the phone away.  Yelling triumphantly, Andrew got to his feet and threw the phone over the side of the building just missing some wedding guests.  Nicky shrugged.  “I already saved it to the cloud.”  Andrew growled and walked away as Nicky called out to him he owed him a new phone.  Shrugging, Andrew stalked down the stairs and Neil followed him, shaking his head a little.  He never would have thought that weddings would have such an impact on Andrew.

first time; worth it.

Originally posted by forchrisevans

steve x reader, (smut).

AN: holy fuck, that gif is so beautiful. *heart eyes* anyway, this isn’t edited or extremely detailed but still, mainly smut. i also have no fucking idea what to name any of my writings so give me a break!! 

warnings: blowjob, slight dirty talk, swearing, drinking. 

tonies parties were always entertaining. god knows what he was celebrating this time, the man had the tenancy of celebrating just about anything but either way, it was a reason to get dressed to the nines and flaunt yourself, all while getting drunk with your best friends and you didn’t have to pay a dime thanks to being an avenger so really, it was a win win situation for you.

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What You Do On Halloween - BTS Reaction

Day 30 of the 31 Days of Halloween


Stay in and pass out candy, all while wearing the goofiest costumes he could find

Originally posted by lehyuks


You go out to hit up some parties and he keeps dumping candy in your purse at all of them. He doesn’t get tired. Its 2am, neither of you know a single person at the party(the 5th tonight) you’re at, your purse is overflowing with candy, you ask to go home but Taehyung is dancing. He doesn’t stop. 

Originally posted by jitamin


You two have a chill night together. You guys just stay in and watch a few scary movies

Originally posted by jinkooks


You dress up in couple costumes and go to a small, but lit, party 

Originally posted by cowjimin


You guys throw a huge and festive party and of course have the best costumes there. The party may or may not get shut down by the cops

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


He would probably try to tell you a really long and boring story about the origin of Halloween but then give in to your begging and go Hobis party.

Originally posted by jung-koook


This boy is tired, ok. He just wants to cuddle and watch scary movies and go to sleep on Halloween

Originally posted by jibeom


Who would’ve thought? - Shawn Mendes Imagine (requested smut)


Shawn’s POV

Red solo cups, cigarettes, everything was scattered across the front yard of the two-story house. But what are you supposed to expect at a stereotypical high school party?

The entrance was wide open and you could already see the mass of bodies dancing. I had no idea why I’d come, I love parties don’t get me wrong, just this is a little overwhelming. Spring break only called for endless parties, hooking up and getting drunk. But tonight, that was not what I was looking for.

I walk inside and try finding a space where I could just breathe, but the only place it seemed to be was upstairs. I didn’t really want to go, not wanting to see anything I didn’t want to see, but if I were going to find her, it’s the best place to be. So, I make my way through the sweaty bodies, weaving carefully, until I reached the bottom of the stairs. I quickly walk up, before setting my eyes on the one person I wanted to see tonight.

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An Interesting night (Sherlock X Watson! Reader)

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An interesting night


Imagine that your brother John Watson is getting married and has invited you and (Y/BF/N), your best friend, to the ceremony and the after party. You accidentally meet John’s friends including his very handsome best friend Sherlock Holmes while you wander around waiting for the wedding to start. During the after party you sit in the corner because you’re a wall flower unlike your best friend (Y/BF/N) who already has a dance partner. That is until you’re asked to dance by none other than Sherlock. 

Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
He said shut up and dance with me
This man is my destiny
He said oh, oh, oh
Shut up and dance with me

You loved your big brother. You really did. What you hated about your current predicament was a list of things. First, you hated wearing dresses and would’ve much rather worn a T-shirt, yoga pants, your favorite Star Wars socks, and your Chuck Taylor converse. Never mind high heels. You wore your chucks anyway, even if it did look tacky with a dress. Second, you didn’t know most of the people that were going to be at the ceremony. A few faces were familiar like your parents, your cousins, (Y/BF/N), and John’s best friend who’s name still alluded you. Almost everyone else was going to be your in-laws. Third, you did not like nor trust Mary. You didn’t like how she acted so innocent and almost fake around you and John. For the sake of your older brother’s happiness though, you kept your mouth shut like a locked door. John meant the world to you and you always looked up to him. He was the reason you became a writer, especially after reading some of his amazing blogs. 

You were getting dressed along with a few of your cousins and a really nice girl that John had introduced to you. The girl was named Molly Hooper and she was a lot like you, quirky and quiet. According to John she ran the morgue at Saint Bart’s Hospital and at first you had a chill creep up your spine, but after actually talking to her and getting to know her it wasn’t so bad. In fact you really liked her. Molly had disappeared from the room when she had finished getting ready so you only assumed that she was probably wandering around talking to a few of the other guests that were arriving. You decided to follow suit after you finished getting your hair done because you really didn’t want to hear the sappy gossip that your cousins were going on about. You grabbed your small bouquet of flowers and began to wander the halls of the slowly filling church. 

“So can you dance Sherlock?” You heard Molly’s voice ask from one of the rooms. You were slightly nosy so you decided to peek around the slightly ajar door. You saw John’s best friend twirling rather elegantly in a circle, almost like a male version of a pirouette. You couldn’t help, but stare at the tall man dressed nicely in a dark tuxedo with a little yellow flower pinned to his chest. He was the best man after all. You gulped silently as you realized that he was going to be the one leading you down the aisle since you were the maid of honor (Not by choice might I add). He looked almost exactly as John had described him. On his head were dark and shaggy curls that bounced around when he moved ever so slightly, his eyes were a perfectly blue with flecks of green and gold, and he had very definite cheek bones. John had told you that his best friend was a rather interesting character and of course by reading his blog stories you could certainly tell. You had read about mysteries solved and unsolved, bullet holes in the wall from days where the word ‘BORED’ was shouted over gun fire, and the daily domestic escapades that belonged with living in a flat with such a flat mate. There was a small voice in your head that was trying to remember his name, but somehow you still couldn’t remember his name. You wanted to learn it, be able to say it so that you wouldn’t be so awkward when you two walked together down the aisle and then separated at your respected places. There was also that awkward part of you that wondered if you should go and talk to him now.

Suddenly you were brought out of your thoughts when you heard Molly. “Hey (Y/N)!” She said cheerfully from her spot next to John’s friend. You blushed as you realized that you had been caught watching them. “H-hey Molly” You said nervously and shyly as you entered the room. You noticed John’s friend studying you intently making you feel slightly uncomfortable. When Molly noticed this she jabbed the man in the side with her elbow. “Oi! What was that for Molly?” The man’s deep baritone voice asked with a slight bit of confusion in it. You blushed a bit darker because you found that you liked the sound of his voice. It was deep and smooth like silk, something you could listen to at night when you couldn’t sleep. “Sherlock you’re making John’s baby sister uncomfortable. (Y/N) this is your brother’s best friend Sherlock Holmes” Molly introduced causing Sherlock to raise his eyebrows in surprise for once. “Right, um… sorry about that… you’re (Y/N) Watson then?” Sherlock asked with a tiny crinkle of his lips, a gesture that looked like a ghostly smile. “Y-yes I am…Wow I didn’t know my brother was best friends with London’s best detective” You answered looking up into his eyes again and seeing a bit of curiosity in them. His smile grew just a little more and he held out his hand for you to shake. “It’s not important, but it’s nice to meet another Watson that doesn’t want to kill me” Sherlock said causing you to try and hold back your giggles because you remembered the time when your brother was told to punch Sherlock in the face. You gently took his hand and gave him a proper handshake. “It’s nice to finally meet you to Mr. Holmes, thank you for protecting my big brother” You answered honestly. Both of you were reluctant to let go of the other’s hand, but it was you that ended up having to.

The moment was ended when you heard (Y/BF/N) call you from the dressing room not far down the hallway. You rolled your eyes and gave your new friends an apologetic look. Sherlock raised a curious eyebrow towards the direction of the voice and then looked back at you. “Sorry guys I would love to continue to talk to you both, but apparently (Y/BF/N) needs my help with her dress. Um… see you later then Sherlock?” You asked with a little hope, yet you kinda already knew the answer. “Of course” Sherlock answered simply his smile fading back into its placid and serious look. You nodded and then took off towards the door. “Coming (Y/BF/N)!” You shouted before you completely disappeared out of view.

Molly smiled over at Sherlock as she stood back and watched the whole exchange between you and Sherlock. “She’s a nice girl eh?” Molly said as she walked back over to her friend. “I suppose so… she seemed that way. John always talks about her in a good light” Sherlock answered looking back over to Molly. “Well you know she’s a writer just like her brother” Molly said looking at where you’d once stood. “I could tell by how calloused her hands felt. She uses a pencil or a pen often instead of a computer, but she is also pretty good with a computer if you see the way her eyes look because you can tell they are tired from late nights on the computer. John told me that she’s a freelance journalist and she seems to have the adventurous streak that her brother always exhibits” Sherlock said quietly, his tone analytical once again. His blue eyes darted to the clock that rested just above the door and then back to Molly. “We need to be going Molly” He said as he walked towards the door. Molly rolled her eyes playfully and followed behind him. 

We were victims of the night 
The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and the fading light 
Oh we were bound to get together 
Bound to get together

He took my arm 
I don’t know how it happened 
We took the floor and he said,

You helped (Y/BF/N) get her dress on and then you started to fix her hair. “Always a bridesmaid and never the bride” She muttered as she sat in front of the mirror and began pinning up her (H/L), (H/C) hair. “You’ll get there one day (Y/BF/N) don’t worry” You said trying to be somewhat comforting. “Says the girl that got proposed to once and then turned the guy down” (Y/BF/N) retorted giving you a pout. “Excuse me for being smart and breaking up with a man that was a liar and a cheat” You growled tugging roughly on her hair in the process. “Ow! Ok so he wasn’t the best guy, but I know you. You deserve the best guy out there. My point that I was trying to make is that you were almost a bride” (Y/BF/N) said apologetically. “Agreed. I was going to be a bride. Anyway… so I got to meet the best man” You answered shyly and tried to push him out of your mind. “Oh you mean Sherlock Holmes? Yeah he’s a bit of a weirdo… he might be the type of guy for you if he can even fall in love” She said hopping out of her seat. “Don’t be mean, I’m sure he can love. He’s just like me and you a human being. Now c'mon we need to head to our places” You answered dragging your friend out of the dressing room. “Oh yeah I forgot he’s gotta take you down the aisle doesn’t he? Ha! I already ship it!” She laughed and walked ahead of you down the hall. “Please! I just met him and he’s my big brother’s best friend” You groaned and followed her reluctantly to the end of the Hallway. Before you could make another step towards the spot that you were supposed to stand at the front of the line, you felt butterflies rise from your chest. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you didn’t want to be that one bridesmaid that screwed the whole thing up for everyone else in the wedding party. “C’mon (Y/N) you’ll be fine! You did beautifully at the rehearsal” (Y/BF/N) said giving you a confident smile. You weakly smiled back, but the butterflies still clung to your insides like no one’s business. You walked past your best friend as you made your way to the front and then turned to her. “Thanks (Y/BF/N)” You said silently and then glanced up at the clock.

You stood in the doorway of the large chapel looking out at all the guests that had arrived for the occasion. You felt your heart beating so fast that you were afraid that it might beat right out of your rib cage… probably the crowd. You hated crowds. You decided to busy yourself with looking at all the simple, yet still very beautiful decorations. You had to give it to your new sister in-law, she definitely had a great sense of style. You felt a familiar presence finally show up next to you and somehow he made you feel calm again. Sherlock’s presence made you feel like everything would be alright. You looked up at your walking partner, he seemed to be thinking about something and then his attention turned to your nervous brother who waited beneath the alter for his bride. In that moment you realized why he was your brother’s best friend. You smiled at your brother and inwardly you couldn’t believe that he was getting married. You then looked up at the beautiful crystal chandeliers as you yet again, tried to chase the butterflies out of your stomach. “Are you ready?” You heard his deep baritone voice ask you causing a few goosebumps to crawl up your spine. “Y-yeah I guess so… I’m just nervous I guess” You replied looking at the floor beneath your feet. “It’s normal. You’ll be fine and I firmly believe that” Sherlock said holding out his arm for you to take. “Thanks Sherlock. I…I hope this isn’t weird, but I kinda wish that I could’ve meet you sooner. John has told me a lot about your adventures that you two would have together” You said and shyly looped your arm with his. “All things happen in time, maybe this was the right time. Your brother has been such a great friend to me, even when I was anything less of a great friend in return. I know this might not really be the time or place to discuss this, but because your brother may not be available as much, I’m in need of a new writer around 221B” Sherlock said looking straight ahead and trying to mask his emotions with a serious façade. “Wait… are you asking…” You started sounding a bit confused. “Well yes I was wondering if you would care to take your brother’s place as my assistant” Sherlock said twitching his mouth up slightly. You thought about it for a minute silently, but secretly you had a hunch that you really didn’t have to think much. From what your brother had told you the adventure was crazy and they almost got killed multiple times, but it was definitely worth it. Much more exciting than sitting behind a desk and writing articles all day for random clients. “I’m sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable position…” You heard Sherlock say after a moment. You nodded and looked back up at him. “Um… no actually I would really enjoy that if you really want me to be your ‘blogger’ as John once put it” you replied with a small smile on your face. “Of course, I don’t know where I would be without my clever blogger by my side” He answered giving you a quick wink.  

Soon the wedding march began to play in the room and the crowd waited in anticipation for the wedding party to walk down the aisle. “Well then it’s show time” Sherlock said looking down at you and then back up at the altar. You nodded and tried to show a smile because you knew how fake one. As you walked with Sherlock you felt like you were floating on clouds. You didn’t feel clumsy at all and crowds around you seemed to disappear. You could see your brother standing there proudly and you couldn’t help it when your heart swelled just a little because he was happy. When you reached the end of the seemingly long aisle you both took one last glance at each other and then separated on your respected sides of the altar. Of course the line came in one by one and each couple looked more stunning then the last, each girl wore the same shade of yellow and each man wore a handsome tuxedo completed by a delicate flower. Finally the room grew completely quiet as the bride walked down the aisle with her father. You still didn’t feel right about this marriage, but she did honestly look pretty in her dress. You were just happy that everyone had finally reached the end of the aisle and nothing had gone wrong. Even the little ring bearer named Alfie and his sister the flower girl had done almost perfectly. The priest began to speak and then you zoned out because this was the part that you hated to hear, the part where your big brother would be giving his life to a stranger that you still didn’t trust.

Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
He said shut up and dance with me
this man is my destiny
he said oh, oh, oh
shut up and dance with me

The music was pumping and the party was just getting into full swing. You still didn’t know most of the people in the crowd so you sat over in the corner and talked to Molly and (Y/BF/N) at a singles table. “I think that you should take up on his offer (Y/N), it’ll be so much better than the work you’ve been having. Think about it, that would be a place to stay and all the adventure that your little heart desires” (Y/BF/N) said trying to convince you to take up on Sherlock’s offer. “Y-yeah I mean the adventure would be fun and all… I just, I don’t know if John would be mad at me” You replied looking out at the couple dancing with each other in the crowd. You didn’t see Sherlock sadly, which made you wonder if he had left or if he was basically doing the same thing that you were at this moment. “Why would he be mad at you? I think he’d check up on you every once in a while, but I think that if he loves you like I know he does, then he’ll be happy that you got a job you enjoy” Molly said smiling warmly over at you. After that thought you really didn’t have to think any longer. You decided you wanted to be a part of the 221B family and help solve the world’s craziest mysteries. Now you just had to find Sherlock.

Soon your best friend had been asked to dance by another handsome fellow and Molly had been called to dance with Greg Lestrade, the chief inspector of Scotland Yard. You sighed and took a sip of your champagne. You stared out at all the twirling, laughing couples and wondered if you were ever going to find a partner to dance with. You were also looking for Sherlock because you still wanted to tell him that you had made up your mind.

Suddenly you had been tapped on the shoulder by a slender index finger and you turned around to face its owner. There Sherlock stood still in his handsome tuxedo from earlier. “I…Uh I noticed you were sitting alone over here and I was wondering if I could trouble you for a dance?” Sherlock asked a spark of hope shining in his bright blue eyes. “I was actually going to look for you Sherlock. I wanted to tell you that I would love to take the job as your assistant if you still want me” You answered shyly and gently took his out stretched hand. “Of course, I’m glad that you’ll be joining me. Be warned though, the things that we will do can be dangerous and I can’t always guarantee your safety” Sherlock said softly and slightly felt ashamed about some of the things that had just recently happened. “That’s why it’s an adventure isn’t it? You don’t have to always be safe to have a great story to tell. Anything is better than sitting behind a desk all day” You replied eagerly. There it was again a ghost of a smile on his lips as he led you out to the dance floor. Something told you that he was no longer as bad as John had once said he had been.  

A backless dress and some beat up sneaks
My discotheque, Romeo teenage dream
I felt in my chest as he looked at me
I knew were bound to be together, bound to be together

He took my arm
I don’t know how it happened
We took the floor and he said

Oh don’t you dare look back
just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
He said shut up and dance with me
This man is my destiny
He said oh, oh, oh
shut up and dance with me

You and Sherlock twirled together among the crowd of dancers and you cracked a real smile up at the strange detective who held you in his arms. You were having the time of your life. You spotted your brother and his new wife who had both come over to see you two dancing together. “Well I see you’ve finally met a good dance partner Sherlock, be careful with her eh? She’s my sister” John chuckled as he saw both of you swaying to the music. Sherlock smirked at him and nodded in agreement. “Don’t worry John she’s safe with me” Sherlock said to your brother over the noise of the crowd and the music. Soon the happy couple disappeared back into the crowd of wedding goers leaving you and Sherlock to dance to the ever changing music. Sherlock smiled a genuine smile down at you causing a small blush to dust your cheeks. “Do you want to dance in a bit of a quieter place?” Sherlock asked you trying to be loud enough to defeat the music. You nodded quickly and felt a wave of relief wash over you because the crowd had begun to make you uncomfortable and your ears began to ring because of the loud music that busted out of the stereos.

Deep in his eyes
I think I see the future
I realize this is my last chance
He took my arm
I don’t know how it happened
we took the floor and he said

The moon was full and shining in the night sky and it gave off a soft, but warm glow upon the small pagoda. Sherlock led you outside to the small covered pagoda so that you to could be in peace and not have to worry about the crazy, and drunken people that you would be sure to have to deal with later. The crickets hummed softly along with the gentle lights of the fireflies that danced into the night air. You couldn’t take the smile away from your face as you looked up at you tall, and quite attractive dance partner. “I’m glad that you considered my offer, it’ll be nice to have someone else around the flat again because I’m getting bored of talking to myself” Sherlock chuckled. That was first time that you heard him actually laugh and you could describe it as a beautiful sound. His voice was deep and so was his laughter. “Well I just hope I’m what you’re looking for. I’ve never done a crime report or anything close to this magnitude” You explained with a bit of a blush dusting your cheeks. “Well I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it. You’re brother always told me you were quite the clever one when you two were growing up. Anyway, welcome to Baker street Ms. (Y/N) Watson” Sherlock said with a smile. You smiled back and rested your head unconsciously on his shoulder as you two danced away into the night. A very interesting night indeed.

Don’t you dare look back
just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
He said shut up and dance with me
this man is my destiny
he said oh, oh, oh
shut up and dance with me

 ((I own absolutely nothing in this songfic imagine. BBC owns Sherlock and his friends. You own yourself. Walk The Moon owns “Shut up and dance”. I hope my Sherlock fans enjoy this little piece of work and one question? Should I post more imagines on here? 


Decompression takes many forms. We wandered out of the desert, depleted and weary eyed, emotionally and physically spent, and then we partied poolside with 1000 friends, cocktails, showers, beds, even a buffet! I won the best outfit of the pool award for some elaborate feather headpiece/pastie/harness combo. It really had no business being in a pool, but it’s me, and my comfort zone is vast. We danced, we hugged, we floated along, we told lots of stories. And then we got the hell out of there and found some zen. Welcome to #travertinehotsprings - a gorgeous hidden wonder in the mountains of California, on our way into Yosemite. The pools were bubbling and almost unbearably hot, but damn I loved it. I went right in for the mud bath and never looked back. Eventually everyone else joined in as well. The guy on the right was playing some beautiful acoustic guitar, and all was right in the world. #decompression #roadtrip

i really love Yugyeom but in the most non-romantic way like i want him to be my best friend and we’ll talk about everything with no shame and do stupid things together and go on trips together and go get some food in the middle of the night and talk a few hours straight on the phone and do a marathon movie nights and throw our own party just so we can dance to our favorite songs like nobody’s watching and have a lot of private jokes and share an Instagram account and take cute pictures of each other and cuddle together i just really love him

Glitter! Michael

So I did a short imagine like this with spanking, I’m going to include the blurb in this imagine anyway..But if you want it, it’s here. but theres not a point really whoops. ALSO I WROTE THIS AGES AGO 


Pairing: Y/N and Michael

Words: 1.8K

Warning: Smut, Spanking and GIFS

Summary: Michael and Y/N go to a glitter party and bring home some glitter and things get interesting!

I’ve never seen anyone do this soooo here we go!


At first you really didn’t want to go. You’d only just had a shower and the idea completely sounded insane. A glitter party. Parties in itself were boring to me. I always thought they’d be better but the best you get nowadays is dancing to YMCA or cha cha slide not to mention watch me whip. 

But my boyfriend persuasion technique was the best. Getting ham and pineapple pizza with sweet potato fries and dough balls after the party got me going. I managed to find my creamy blue skirt and my small white crop top. I had done my make-up and leaving my hair down. I looked into the mirror and smiled. 

“Babe you look so good” I smirked to myself and turned towards my boyfriend. He was wearing a black buttoned up shirt and his signature black skinny jeans. He was drinking in my appearance and to say the least I was doing the same exact thing, god he was so fucking hot and I bit my lip at the sight of him.

“As do you” he raised his pierced eyebrow and made his way over to me. He placed his hands on my hip and brought my body closer to his. His forehead rested on mine as he pecked my lips. 

“C’mon lets get going” He pulled away and reached his hand out.

“Wait let me grab my heels” I walked to my closet and pulled out my cream basket filled with all my shoes, some that I’ve bought but most Michael bought me as he knows I love shoes. Although I tell him not to he always gets me them and loves treating me, especially designer shoes. I pulled out my leopard print heels, placed them on my feet. I grabbed hold of his hand whilst he was checking himself out in mirror. He paused and and turned to me, he gave me a sly look and edged his face towards mine. 

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Let’s Start The New Year Right

A/N: Happy new year guys!!! I’m a bit behind I’m so sorry huhu. I looked back at my previous works and I laughed because everytime I post something, there will be words like “it has been so long” LOL it has been so long indeed! I haven’t posted something in 4 months. I need to add that on my New Year’s Resolution. I need to post more often! Hahahaha. I have been really busy with school lately. I’m working on my thesis paper so forgive me. Anyway, I hope you like this one. It’s pure fluff with a little bit of angst on the side. Tehez


I observe my surrounding as the heavy bass music blares in my ears. I am in my best friend Chloe’s house in Aberystwyth. I recognize some people that she has invited in her New Year’s Eve party who are trying to dance their way to the last festivity before the year ends. Some of them were my classmates in few of my subjects. Some of whom I had had a little conversation with and never talked again. Some were I had seen loitering in the hallway and who didn’t even bother going to classes, and some were just I used to see in my old school. They were scattered to different corners of the house. A few people I have bumped into were basically on these five common areas of the house: the corners, the living room area (specifically the sofa), kitchen, the backyard, and the front porch. I mean this is not a high-school-kind-of party, what do you usually see in a grown-up party? Are the overflowing booze and cigarette and blunt smoking still included?  

It’s the time of the year again where people will leave their frustrations behind them and kick-start the new year in a most fascinating way. Forgive people who have wronged you and forget everything and just move on. Fuck that fucking shit. That doesn’t make any single sense to me. They say that forgiveness puts the final seal on what happened that hurt you. Yeah, but that doesn’t you have to forget everything and the person who has wronged you. It’s like you have given them the key to do you bad again. You just proved yourself that you can always throw yourself to the lions whenever you want it. Do you also find it funny when people say “New year, new me”? I mean who says that when you can’t even maintain “the change” for a long time. It’s like you’re trying to write a long ass paragraph of your life in a chapter and once you re-read it, you realized you made a mistake and you will just shrug it off and just write something new in the next chapter but you still end up committing the same shit again you did before. Fucking ridiculous, right?

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Taylor! I seriously can not believe that it’s been over 10 years now since your career began. I’ve only been here for about 8, but believe me, it’s been an incredible journey. You always make me happy, and you never let me down. Whenever I feel like I’ve hit rock bottom, you’re there. You may not know who I am, or absolutely anything about me, but you’re so important in my life. Not only does your music effect me (dance parties to 1989 in my living room are the best), your character and your positive outlook on life does just as much. You’ve taught me that it’s okay to not be okay sometimes. You’ve taught me that it’s okay to just let go and do what makes me happy. And most importantly you’ve taught me what friendship is. Though I’ve never met you, I really mean it when I say you are my bestfriend. No one has stuck beside me like you have, and I’m going to be grateful for that for the rest of my life. 10 years is a really long time, but I can’t wait to spend the next 10 with you. I love you so much, and I will always be here to support you just like have been for me. . -Kaitlyn 💛

Misunderstood (Part 1)

Originally posted by sebastianstahp


Word count: 1k

Warnings: swearing (idk maybe not), mentions of smut

Summary: I hate asshole Bucky and ur gonna hate him too.

   ‘’Bucky, I really can’t dance.’’ You said, giggling and lightly pushing Bucky who was determine to make you dance that night. It was quiet odd, you thought, you and Bucky were not the best of friends. You didn’t hate eachother, you didn’t have any problems with each other, you just weren’t close.

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Every time we Touch

Hi guys. So, among a shiz-ton of other waaaay more important things I have to do, I recently refound Casacda’s “Every time we Touch” and my fingers couldn’t leave the keyboard, so have some short Hiccstrid College AU trash I sorta made up on the spot xD

’Cause every time we touch I get this feeling and every time we kiss I swear I could fly! …

The music pumped loudly throughout the twins’ dorm, and everyone was having a blast. Astrid Hofferson being one of them.  She jumped around with her friends and danced like there was no tomorrow. She loved this song, and she and her best friend used to jump along to it when they were kids. 

They were still best friends to this day, and he was actually at the party. At least she thought he was. She had invited him anyway, but it was rare that he actually showed up to the parties. He wasn’t really the type who got himself drunk off his ass, and throughout the years Astrid had learned he preferred sober company. But this was the last party of the semester! It had to be celebrated and so she dared to actually invite him this time. 

Her friend Heather grabbed her hand and spun her around. And that’s when she saw him. Standing up against a wall looking straight at her. He wore a look she’d seen a lot on him lately. A look of amazement, a glint in his eyes, that spoke a truth he never dared to admit. Just before the next verse, she went over to him.

Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. They wipe away tears that I cry…

“Hey Hiccs.”

“Hello M’lady.” His smile broadened, but the glint in his eyes seemed to disappear. As if he hid something from her.

“Are you enjoying yourself? The Wall is usually where…”

“Where wallflowers and benchwarmers hang out, yeah I know.” He lowered his gaze, as if conscious of himself suddenly. Astrid knew he tended to be like that among others. But that didn’t bother her in the slightest. To be honest, she loved lazy Sundays with him on his couch with a movie marathon and his latest fan theories.

“No. I was about to say, that the Wall is where the mysterious guys go to scoop out and lure girls in.”

“Ha! Me? You’re funny, Astrid. Do you know that?”

’Cause every time we touch I feel ecstatic and every time we kiss I reach for the sky! …

She gently grabbed his hands as the chorus continued, gently swaying him from side to side. He spun her around once, before she took the lead and pulled him out in the middle of the dance floor.

“Astrid!” His shout could barely be heard over the loud base drop, but Astrid stopped in front of him anyway.

“You know I don’t dance!” She smirked mischievously and grabbed both his hands again. She jumped in time with the beat and hesitantly Hiccup did as well. As the beat continued, Hiccup loosened up a bit. His arms let go of Astrid, and they started to dance around each other, closer and closer.

The last chorus blasted from the speakers. The heat got tense. The sweat of dozens of people in a single dorm made itself present in the air. But it didn’t matter to either Hiccup or Astrid. They were thrown directly back to when they were kids and bounced around in Astrid’s room. Hiccup remembered as they got older how he more and more often wanted to kiss Astrid in the end. But he never did. He didn’t want to ruin anything between them. But this time… It was the end of the semester. He should do something by now! 

The song had ended for what seemed like an eternity ago, as Astrid and Hiccup maintained eye contact. Time froze. She realized the glint in His eyes was back. So Astrid took the chance and folded her hands around his neck. She rose to her toes and leaned in. Hiccup was in a sudden stupor, but followed her commands as he lowered his head and kissed her deeply. All around them cheers broke out, but Hiccup and Astrid didn’t hear anything but the wind in their ears, as they side by side, soared through the sky.

Jax Request,

Can you please write something for Jax, really fluffy or even with some smut.

Love Game


I was not very good at spending that much time on the club, I’d rather be home reading a book or doing some job with a nice cup of tea than be partying all night in between crow eaters and drunk outlaws playing games and hitting each other and that’s the reason why I stayed here tonight but at some point all the insecurities I tried my best to hide were floating around, all those skinny crow eaters dancing around my man without supervision with their short shorts and push up bras made me sick so I put on a white shirt and a black jacket before heading out.

As I arrived Irma was at the door looking at me like if I was the trash in the room and not her, she moved her fake nails in front of my face and I stopped with a scowl trying not to hit her any minute now.

“Your old man is being taken good care off, you can’t go back to reading the bible or whatever you librarian rat do” she said which made me fume, I pushed her off the way and walked inside the club.

It did not take me long to see Jax with a beer in his hand talking to Chibs and Bobby, three crow eaters dancing in front of them and reaching up for them. A blonde one touching with her skanky hands Jax’s leg, I saw him shrug her off and I smile at him from the other side of the room but it still annoyed me the fact that he didn’t tell them to go away, someone approached me at the bar and I saw Tig from the corner of my eye.

“What’s got your panties on a twist, sunshine?” he said and I gave him the middle finger “Easy, tiger he ain’t interested. Don’t you see?” he said and I scoffed something that weirdly made him smile “I have a deal for you and I get to have some fun” which made me rise my eyebrows at him “I won’t touch you more than necessary, just enough to make your old man jealous, put his attention back on the pretty thing he’s missing out”


“You know he’s your President right?” I said and he laughed


“I love pissing them off, deal princess?” he said and I smiled.

“You’re a sick man Tig, but I’m up. Just get me a drink first” I said winking at him for a second.

It was fun to play around with Tig he made the most awful jokes in the world, he was overall very fun to be around and I had almost forgotten about what we were doing when I heard the sound of people moving on the back, Tig pulled my chair closer.

“He’s coming, babe and I still haven’t a thing” he said before taking me from the neck and crushing me against his neck. “Hi, pres” he said in a cheery tone and I immediately pushed him off of me to look at Jax. His blue eyes were filled with fire and I could see a tiny smirk on his face.


“Hi, darlin’” he said with his thick accent “I was not expecting you to come, why didn’t you come to me?” he said and I just looked at him perplexed.

“We were having some fun, messin’ around” said Tig which caused Jax to smile big, two seconds later he hit Tig right in the face which caused me to gasp out loud.

“JACKSON” I screamed and Tig laughed while holding his jaw.

“C’mere” he said while reaching his hand at me and I took her not before smiling at Tig as sorry.

Jax walked us through the crowd taking us to his room on the back, he opened the door quickly and closed it with a kick quickly hovering over me. “What were you doing, baby?” he said looking at me with a wolf like smile “Trying to get me all mad and jealous, weren’t you?” he said before taking my jacket off with a quick movement “with one of my brothers, bad bad girl” he said, with one hand taking both off my hands out of the way to start touching me under my blouse. I whined at his touch and he laughed on my ear. “You like that, baby. Use your words” he said.

“Yeah, oh god” I said when he moved my bra out of the way to start touching my sensitive skin before moving to the nipple “Jax, please”

“Please, what YN?” he said kissing my neck and collarbones without stopping touching my upper part.

“I need you, Jax” I said, he let go off me to take off the button of my jeans and slide them off my legs “Too much clothing around here” I said throwing his SAMCRO shirt away and quickly undoing his belt, in no time we were both in bed panting at all the kisses and touches being shared. He pulled my legs up on his sides and started thrusting slowly but that didn’t last long Jax liked it rough and it did not take him long to start pounding. “Oh Jackson” I moaned when he increased the pace once more.

We both came together not long after that, him kissing me deeply and roughly through that time. “Never pull that shit on me again” he said with a growl in my ear “I don’t do jealousy” he said and I smirked at him, he put his arm over me “I love you babe” he said and I kissed him softly

“If the sex is that good, I’ll do it more” I said and he wickedly smiled at me before putting himself on top of me once again.

I’m sorry this is kind of wacky, if you want me to do something better please feel free to message me and I’ll write another one for you. Thank you all for reading

At a party
  • Tag urself
  • Aries: drunk ass MESS. Dances to every song and screams the lyrics even if they're wrong
  • Taurus: stealing your boyfriend
  • Gemini: the dickhead that decides to pee in the shower
  • Cancer: either a really happy drunk who's tryna get close with everyone or tries to start beef
  • Leo: either stoned and subtly swaying to the music in the corner or the best dressed person there and they won't stop bragging
  • Virgo: also stoned. Falls asleep on your couch. Let's themselves out in the morning before u wake up
  • Libra: drinks honestly way too much and talks to every single person
  • Scorpio: dunno who invited them but they brought weed so it's cool
  • Sagittarius: literally everywhere. On the roof. In the garden. In your bedroom. On the front lawn. Everywhere
  • Capricorn: either really don't wanna be there or they're the biggest attention whore
  • Aquarius: the one sitting w a bunch of people and telling funny anecdotes which aren't really that funny but everyone is either drunk or high or both so they bask in the limelight
  • Pisces: just here for the drinks really

anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario where daichi sawamura shares his first kiss with his female s/o on New Year's Eve please?

In celebration of both New Year’s and Daichi’s birthday, Happy Holidays everyone! Have fun and be safe!

Parties. Daichi could do parties, sure. Any time any place.

“Oh my god I’m gonna puuuuukkke!!!”

House parties… Daichi… could do house parties.

“Ohmygod me too!”

Sure he could.

“Let’s go take another shot!”

Or maybe he couldn’t.

Daichi didn’t know, he’d never had trouble talking to people or making friends, he really didn’t consider him a wallflower but… with all the madness on the extremely sticky dance floor before him, the wall was becoming a rather pleasant place to plant himself right about now.

“Hey! Daichi!”

He looked over to you, smiling and waving as you hurried best you could through the crowd with drinks in hand.

“Here you go.” You said, handing him a beer before taking a sip of your own drink, “Cheers!”

“Cheers.” He smiled, tapping your solo cup with his can and drinking.

“Sorry this party was a lot crazier than I thought!” you said.

“No worries.” He said.

“Do you want to leave?!”

“No I’m fi—”


“I said I’m fine!” he shouted over the music becoming steadily and steadily louder.

You gestured to your ear and shook your head, unable to hear him.

He looked around slightly frustrated before catching sight of the back door. He grabbed your shoulder and gestured to the door, earning a nod before leading you outside.

The moment the air of outside hit your faces, you both breathed for what seemed like the first time—there was very little air in that stuffy house to breathe at all.

“Wanna sit?” Daichi asked, gesturing to the ledge of the steps leading down into the backyard.

You nodded happily going over and sitting down on the ledge with him. You sat in silence for a moment, a long one, just looking at the stars. Trying to decide if this silence was awkward or nice. Wanting to break it anyway.

“Are you cold?” Daichi asked, starting to shrug off his jacket.

“Oh no, thank you. The breeze is actually pretty nice.” You said.

He nodded, pulling the jacket back on.

“Hey… I’m sorry I brought you to this New Year’s Eve party, it’s just I felt I should support my friend since it’s their first time throwing a big party and—”

“What? ___ you don’t need to be sorry.”

“So you’re having fun then?” you asked excitedly.

Daichi laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head, “I am now…”

You sighed, “I’m sorry…”

“No don’t be, please don’t be—”

“No you’re right! The first date we’re going on since being official is going to some big, sloppy rager where we can’t even talk to each other!”

“___, listen.” He said, cupping your face,  “It doesn’t matter to me where we are or if we can talk or anything. All that matters is that I get to spend today with you. As long as I can do that, I’ll always be having fun.”

“Guys it’s almost time! 10! 9!”

You smiled, ignoring the screams from inside.

“8! 7!”

Daichi smiled right back, doing exactly the same thing.

“6! 5!”

His eyes hardened suddenly with determination, although his hands began to shake.

“4! 3!”

He began to lean in.


You leaned right on in with him.


And you kissed each other softly, loving every moment together even as people drank and screamed and spilled things all around you. Wherever you were it didn’t matter—together, this was real fun.

Happy New Year!

I fucking love you

Could you do an imagine where y/n and Justin are best friends, but secretly have feelings for one another and they’re at a club or a party and Zayn Malik is there. Y/n and Zayn get really flirty and touchy dancing or something and Justin gets super jealous and we get into a fight, but then he’s just like fuck it and kisses y/n hard to explain everything he’s feeling


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“Justin I love you so much, but I need you to shut up so I can finish this episode!” I say as I stuff my mouth with more popcorn, my body between Justin’s as we watched The Vampire Diaries.

Justin chuckled “Babe, we need to start getting ready. Everyone else is already there.“Justin says, and I ignore the flutter in my chest at his pet name.

I roll my eyes .“Literally give me two minutes!” I plead, but he doesn’t listen, standing from behind me, making me fall back.

I glare at him as I stand up, a smirk on his face as he holds his hands up in surrender.

“I promise we’ll finish watching it, all night if you want.” He says, smiling at my pout and I groan.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes, watching as Justin walked out before standing up and walking over to my closet, grabbing a flowy black dress and silver sparkly heels.

My hair and make up were already done so all I had to do was get dressed. Putting my clothes on quickly, I looked in the mirror mirror and checked my appearance.

“Y/N I’ll be waiting in the car!” Justin screams from down the hall and I huff, grabbing my purse and stuffing it with necessities.

“Damn you look hot.” Justin says as I get in the car. I smile brightly at him before thanking him.

“Let’s go party!” I say


“It’s about time!” Za says as we enter the VIP booth. Justin rolls his eyes before pointing over at me.

“You can thank this one, you know how she is.” Justin chuckles and I stick my tongue out, before walking over to my girls.

“Justin is such a jerk.” I say as soon as I reach them, sitting down and ordering a drink.

“Yeah but you love him.” Kylie says, and I narrow my eyes eyes, grabbing the martini from her hand and taking a sip.

“Don’t make any sudden movements, but Zayn Malik has been looking at you since you walked in here.” Kendall says, and my eyes widen slightly.

“Left or right?” I say, and when her eyes motion to the right, I casually flip my hair to the side, looking over in his direction. Once I realize his eyes are on me still, I smile seductively at him, before turning back to Kylie and the rest of the girls.

“I’d totally hit that.” I say, and Ky giggles.

“Yeah right, not with Justin around.” She smirks, and I furrow my eyebrows.

“Last I checked, Justin wasn’t my boyfriend.” I remark.

“Yeah, but you want him to be.” Kenny says, and my mouth drops.

“Do not.” I defend, and I try my hardest to keep a straight face, but after a few seconds I sighed.

“If Justin wanted me, he’d be trying to have me. But he hasn’t so, I’m not gonna wait.” I say, before getting up and walking in Zayns direction.

I could feel Justin’s eyes on me as I asked him to dance, and as we walked out of the vip booth.

Wrapping my arms around Zayns neck, I turned so that my back was to his chest as I swayed my hips to the beat of the music, Zayns tattooed hands finding my waist. Looking up, my eyes connected with Justin’s, and he looked pissed. Deciding it wasn’t my problem, I closed my eyes and let the music flow through me, enjoying my time with the very attractive male behind me.

After a few songs I became tired, and Zayn offered to get us drinks. As I waited in the middle of the dance floor for him to return, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking back, I smiled when I saw Justin, but he still didn’t look happy.

“What’s wrong?” I shout over the music, and he glares at me before grabbing my hand and pulling me near a quieter corner.

“What the hell Justin! I’m waiting for Za-”

“What the hell are you doing?” Justin interrupts, and I stare at him, my head tilting in confusion.

“I’m dancing? And having a good time! What’s your problem?” I cross my arms, and Justin clenches his jaw.

“You were all over him.” Justin growls, and I sigh.

“Yeah well that’s what you do when you dance with someone.” I state the obvious, and Justin rolls his eyes.

“It’s not fucking funny Y/N. I don’t need to see him touching you like that.” Justin says lowly, and my eyebrows raise.

“Then don’t loo- wait a minute, are you jealous?” I put the pieces together, and Justin looks away. I can’t help but smile as his silence answers my question.

“No I’m not jealous. I just don’t want to see that.” Justin says, and I pout.

“ I don’t know what you want from me Justin.”

“What do you mean?” Justin says

“What do you mean? You say you don’t like seeing me with other guys yet-” before I could finish Justin presses his lips against mine in a hard kiss, literally taking my breath away.

His teeth smack against mine but I don’t mind because his lips are so soft and feel so good against mine. I never want him to pull away.

“I fucking love you okay? I love you.” He says once we pull away, and I smile.

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I really like this dance even if many people say me like me, lol about this problem of foot, i tried not to let you see too much this part of body but sometimes I had no choice  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

J’aime beaucoup cette danse même si beaucoup me dise ce problème au niveau des pied, j’ai essayé de ne pa trop vous montrer cette partie du corps mais parfois je n’avais pas le choix  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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I never thought that this video would be able to view of the others lots i built but i’m glad because it was the first time i built a original house and i really thank about all reactions about it !! (ʃƪˆ▿ˆ) ❤ ❤

J’aurais jamais penser que cette vidéo aurait autant de vues par rapport autres constructions mais je suis tout de même contente puisque c’était la première fois que je construisais une maison originale comme telle et je remercie grandement pour ces réactions là-dessus !! (ʃƪˆ▿ˆ)  ❤ ❤

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I just dicover this video has much more reactions that i would have imagined and like my previous video above, i thank eveyrone for their reactions who encourages me to make my best and continue !! ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

Je viens juste de remarquer que cette vidéos a bien plus de réactions que je l’aurais imaginé et comme la vidéo du dessus, je remercie toutes les personnes pour leurs réactions qui m’encourage à faire de mon mieux et de continuer dans cette lancée ! ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)