i left my heart on the dance floor

ARE YOU TELLING ME VIKTOR NIKIFOROV WAS BORED AT A PARTY WHEN HE MET A DRUNK ADORABLE BOY WHO KILLED IT AT THE DANCE-FLOOR AND MADE HIS LIFE ENJOYABLE FOR THAT ONE DAY SINCE AGES, DEVELOPED A CRUSH, AND GOT HIS HEART BROKEN WHEN THE BOY TURNED HIS BACK ON HIM THE NIGHT AFTER IN AN AIRPORT JUST TO WATCH THE BOY DANCING TO ONE OF HIS PROGRAMS SO HE PROMPTLY LEFT EVERYTHING TO GO AFTER HIM AND STAY BY HIS SIDE AND THAT’S VICTUURI’S CANON STORY? I AM SO GLAD? I AM NOT WORTHY? THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL STORY I’VE EVER WATCHED? MY SOUL WAS SAVED.

Everything reminds me of you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t know my actions were so destructive until I felt them from myself. They ripped through my body and split my heart in two. One half is in me, barely beating. The other half is talking in your room, singing in your passenger seat, laughing in your kitchen.

You are late nights and early mornings. I see you in every photograph. You are swimming in my tea and dancing in my pasta. I loved you, I loved you, I love you.

It was two years and you didn’t have any pictures of me in your room. When I left you put everything I gave to you on the floor of your closet, turned off the light, and shut the door.

I sit here in the dark. I can hear you laughing on the other side.

—  For her: I thought I was okay but I’m not and you are. You really are. 
If/Then

This is the first real angst ridden multi-chapter fic that I am doing. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for being a kick ass beta and being so sweet and supportive! @piecesofscully You are amazing! 

Thank you @notacleverxfileshandle & @rosewater7 for constantly letting me bounce head cannons off of you! 

What if Dana Scully left the X-files after one year? This is what I think would happen. 

Rating: Everyone
Word Count: 2708


Light jazz music flowed softly from strategically hidden speakers.  Round tables that were covered in creamy beige table cloth and surrounded by chairs were sporadically placed around the large backyard.  There was a temporary dance floor sat centered in the lush grass with a gorgeous white cake elegantly displayed on a table off to the side decorated with scarlet gazanias and pink cosmos accented by curly willow. Wait staff walked around aimlessly with various appetizers on their silver trays, while others balanced slim flutes of champagne and stout glasses of golden liquor.

Dana watched as Bill Jr. twirled his wife Tara around the dance floor, unable to keep her eyes off them, of the way he held her.

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Lady Gaga Sentence Starters #2
  • "You and me could write a bad romance."
  • "I want your love and all your lover's revenge."
  • "I just can't be with you like this anymore."
  • "Don't call my name. I'm not your babe."
  • "Just smoke my cigarette and hush."
  • "I can't stop staring in those evil eyes."
  • "Girl you look good enough to eat."
  • "That boy is a monster."
  • "Could we fix you if you broke?"
  • "You've left me speechless."
  • "I'll never love again."
  • "I know that it's complicated but I'm a loser in love."
  • "Raise a glass to mend all the broken hearts of all my wrecked up friends."
  • "Together we'll dance in the dark."
  • "You should've made some plans with me, you knew that I was free."
  • "I left my head and my heart on the dance floor."
  • "I love that lavender blonde."
  • "Open up your heart and your mind to me."
  • "I touch myself all through the night."
  • "I'm so happy I could die."
  • "Don't be scared, I've done this before."
  • "Show me your teeth."
  • "Tell me something that'll save me."
There are days where we all
wish distance was a dance floor
narrow enough to cross in one fell swoop.
That state lines and border crossings
could be folded up and cut out to make
the space between your heart and my heart
smaller, turn the dissipated distance into
origami or confetti raining something resembling
warmth and laughter onto bare heads
but sadly this world isn’t that easy.
Only a third of this dance floor we call home
can hold us and two thirds of the people we call
our own have two left or two right feet.
Some days I wake up and I know that someone else
out there is walking with my other foot on their body
and we have to dance out the routine anyway. 
We all have days where life is a rhythm we just
can’t dance to. Where the distance is an aching, gaping
hole the whole world could fill and it wouldn’t
bring us any closer, but break out the maps.
Lay down the steps one by one by one
and you will see we are moving closer, that the earth
is moving us closer - she quakes, she shakes, she dances
and even the parts of the dance floor we can’t dance on
dance with us too, we watch the waves waltz with the winds
every second of every day somewhere. 
Maybe on the days we can’t dance as hard, 
it’s because the waves have stolen our feet, or the scissors
we used to cut away the distance between us cut 
just a little too close.
— 

The Rhythm We Dance, 

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and poppyflowerpoetry - my friend