i left my heart on the dance floor


Hope you liked getting dragged down stairs

I am the supervisor of a very large nightclub and 9 times out of 10 when we preform an eviction it is verbal (easy and no paper work) but every now and then some asshole requests to be physically evicted as a gag to show off to his friends.

When someone requests to get physically removed from a night club they either try and have a fist fight with us or go completely dead weight, which makes people incredibly difficult to drag/pick up and ultimately remove.

Anyway, this guy was acting aggressive trying to start fights and as a patron pointed out the male, i saw him and his firends first handedly try and instigate one with a guy sitting down minding his own business.

I approach him and asked him what the problem was and he replied with “the guy looked at me funny”. I tell him to “grow up and it’s time to leave” , his mate yells “go dead weight haha”

After 5 minutes of trying to convince him to walk out the door and call it a night he tells us to go fuck ourselves and if we want him out we have to drag him out.

As I grab his arm and my offsider grabs the other, he drops all of his weight to the floor, we then proceed to drag him, i then see the dance floor to my left so we then decide to go slightly out of our way and drag him through the dance floor (absolutely soaking his clothes in nightclub goodness) we then approach the top of the stairs.. This is when he decides to have a change of heart and states “he will walk the rest of the way” , which I reply with “the fuck you will” and then we proceeded to drag him down the 2 flights of fire exit stairs.

By the time we completed the eviction he had a lot of bumps and his clothes were completley ruined.

Edit: he was dragged down the stairs by his arms therefore meaning he was pretty much sliding on his back, he didn’t get dragged by his legs lol

Lady Gaga  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Don’t look at me like that.”
  • “You were a perfect illusion.”
  • “I’ve had a little bit too much.”
  • “I don’t wanna think anymore.”
  • “Could we fix you if you broke?”
  • “I’ll follow you until you love me.”
  • “Wanna talk to her, she’s hot as hell.”
  • “I’ve never seen one like that before.”
  • “Boy, now get your paws right off me.”
  • “Enough is enough of this horse shit!”
  • “I want your ugly. I want your disease.”
  • “Don’t be scared. I’ve done this before.”
  • “I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got.”
  • “I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.”
  • “You and me could write a bad romance.”
  • “Sorry I cannot hear you, I’m kinda busy…”
  • “Open up your heart and your mind to me.”
  • “You’ve left me speechless, so speechless.”
  • “But, I just can’t be with you like this anymore.”
  • “I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.”
  • “There’s nothing wrong with loving who you are.”
  • “Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun.”
  • “You’re giving me a million reasons to let you go.”
  • “We don’t care what people say, we know the truth.”
  • “And, baby, when it’s love, if it’s not rough it isn’t fun.”
  • “I can’t help myself… I’m addicted to a life of material.”   
  • “You know that I want you. And you know that I need you.”
  • “Don’t hide yourself in regret. Just love yourself and you’re set.”
  • “You should’ve made some plans with me. You knew that I was free.”

I didn’t know what to feel when you told me it didn’t feel the same anymore. I thought our love was anchored 1,000 feet deep into our sea of lust and I thought we gave each other everything. I swear you told me a million times we were right for each other and that nothing else felt so real. Even on the nights that bourbon lullabies sang you to sleep and crazed images of cigarettes were all you craved, we found a way back to each other. You danced me into a love so real, so indulgent, and my lips never stopped tasting you.

I didn’t know what to say when I came home and you were packing your belongings. All those late night conversations and prescription medications lingered with me after you walked out that door. You pierced me in my most vulnerable places, and now I’m left bleeding on these wooden floors without your words stitching me up.

I don’t know why it’s two years later and your voicemails still put me in comas. I can’t tell you why my heart still aches or why your side of the bed is still waiting for you. Your touch gave me infinite butterflies, and now my stomach is empty.

Bestfriend Trouble (2/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s part 2 of Bestfriend Trouble! A lot of things are going to happen for this one. I hope you guys like this! Warning: This might be too cheesy for other people, especially near the end. HAHAHA. Enjoy!

Request: Can u do a imagine where Zach takes you to the dance and y'all do cute things like slow dance and all that.. and u can end it how u like it.


“Will you go with me, as my date, to the winter formal?” Zach finally asks after 10 minutes of clearing his throat, coughing and stalling. I laugh at him in response.

“Yeah, duh. Who else will I go with? You’re obliged to ask me since I’m your best friend.” I answer and he stares at me for a while with a confused look on his face.

“Well with that kind of reasoning, I should be asking Justin to the dance too since he’s also my bestfriend.” he mumbles under his breath but loud enough for me to hear while rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, Zach? I don’t get why you’re acting so odd for the past couple of days.” I reply as I lean back on my chair and cross my arms in front of my chest. He turns to face me and lets out a deep sigh.

“Look, I’m not asking you to the dance because I have to or because it’s my responsibility as your best friend.” he begins, adding finger quotations as he says the words “best friend”.

“I’m asking you to the dance because I genuinely want to go with you, Y/N. No one else, just you. Only you.” he continues and I give him a small smile.

“Alright, fine, okay, I’ll go to the dance with you. It’s not like I had a choice anyway.” I answer and he groans in frustration.

“Please don’t say yes because you don’t have a choice. Please don’t say yes if you feel like you’re just doing me a favor.” he says as he rubs the sides of his temples. I raise an eyebrow at him and shake my head before speaking.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, yes, I will go to the winter formal with you Mr. Zachary Dempsey. It will be my absolute pleasure to be your date.” I finally say and he lifts up his head to face me. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes, like he was ecstatic that I agreed to go with him to the dance.

The rest of Zach and I’s time in Monet’s was nothing out of the ordinary. After the whole conversation about the dance, we just got on with typical best friend stuff. He got us more food - celebratory pastries as Zach liked to call them - and he dropped me home after that.

There were only a few days left until the winter formal and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t excited for it. If I’m being completely honest, I was excited to go to the dance and I was hoping - even to the point of praying - for Zach to ask me to be his date. However, I didn’t want to let anyone know just in case everything goes to hell. I didn’t want to expect anything because expectations lead you to disappointments. Fortunately, it looks like the stars have aligned and the Gods have listened to my prayers because so far, everything’s going great.


The night of the winter formal

Getting ready for a school dance is the most tedious task there is. You need the perfect dress and the right hairstyle to go with that dress. Not to mention your shoes also need to be flawless.

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I Won’t Say pt. 2 (Jughead x Reader)

-Summary: Part two of I Won’t Stay, where Jughead and Y/N go to the dance together but ditch.

-Jughead Jones x Reader

-Request? Yep.

-Word Count: 1110

-Warnings: none

-A/N: Jughead is living in the drive in still for this one, it fits better with the story.

-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl@xbobaaa , @flowercrown-bucky ,


Jughead’s POV

If I was being honest, I was quite nervous. I was supposed to be picking up Y/N in thirty minutes for the school dance that she asked me to. Dances aren’t my thing, but I wasn’t about to say no to a chance with Y/N, even though everything in my head was telling me that I should do otherwise, that anything to do with relationships is a waste, because someone always gets hurt in the end. But I ignored it, and decided I’m gonna do what my heart wants for once. She is the one who asked me after all.  Or had I misinterpreted it? Was she asking me as a friend? I hoped not.

I shook the thoughts from my head and grabbed my phone and left the drive in, locking the door to the place behind me. After about twenty minutes I arrived at Y/N’s house; I was ten minutes early, but that didn’t matter, she usually gets ready for things super quick. I sent her a quick text telling her I was here, opting not to knock on the door and having to face her nosy mother.

I may love Y/N, but that does not mean I have to like her parents.

No, I’m still not admitting that I love her.

After a minute or two, the door opened up to a smiling Y/N. I couldn’t help but smile back, she had the most beautiful smile.

“Ready to go?” I asked her.

She nodded, “Let’s go.”

When we arrived at school, we immediately found our group of friends. They all greeted us and the evening went on with us just talking and drinking the punch that had not yet been spiked by Reggie. I was getting kind of bored after about two hours, Y/N and I just sitting down, watching everybody dancing.

Then, the slow dance came on.

I sat there for a couple of seconds, debating whether I should ask her to dance. It would be rude if I didn’t, but also risky if I did. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and finally said it:

“Do you want to dance?”

She looked at me and smiled, “Thought you’d never ask.”

I stood up and held my hand out to her, she took it and I led her to the dance floor where everyone else was dancing. She placed her arms around my neck, and I carefully placed my hands on her waist, my heart racing from how close we were in proximity. It felt like we were just stood there, staring at each other, no cares in the world. Before we knew it the song was over and we parted awkwardly, not saying a word.

She spoke up, “This dance is boring, wanna leave?”

I nodded and we left, not even telling any of our friends goodbye. We made our way to our ‘secret spot’, otherwise known as the tree house in the back yard of Y/N’s house. We hadn’t been up here in a while. We had been so wrapped up in the investigation into Jason Blossom’s murder and the Blue and Gold that we hadn’t really had time to properly hang out in our spot. We used to come here once a week, as a tradition. We’d made a silly pact when we were younger that we would only be best friends if we met there every week. We would play card games and board games to keep ourselves amused. It was what I looked forward to every week.

When she pulled out Cluedo from the stack of board games I laughed, “Hopefully we can actually solve this murder.”

She laughed, “Shut up you goof.”

Although it was dark and there was very little light in the tree house, our eyes adjusted and we sat down and set up everything and started playing. About half way into the game, I couldn’t help myself but to say, “I’ve missed this.”

She looked up from her cards, “The game or us hanging out?”

I rolled my eyes, “The second one obviously.”

She smiled, “Me too,” she said sincerely, then she went back to the game, “I think I’m gonna accuse.”

I shook my head, “You can’t possibly know who it is!”

She smirked, “Was it scarlet, with the pistol, in the bedroom?”

I looked down at my cards, knowing that I didn’t have any of those, and she had in fact won. I groaned and threw my cards down, and she laughed.

“You chose this game cause you always win at it, cheater,” I say, teasing her.

“Hey! It’s not my fault you suck at it!” She said laughing.

After we had packed the game up, too tired for another game, she sat back down next to me. It was quiet for a moment until Y/N spoke up again, “How have you been? You know, besides everything.”

I shrugged, “Fine, haven’t really had much time to think about anything else.”

Y/N nodded, “I get what you mean, I haven’t really had a moment to myself either, which made me enjoy tonight a hundred times more, because I got to spend time with you, like we used to,” she smiled fondly.

We sat there, in the dark tree house, just staring at each other. Thanks to my lack of control, my eyes flickered to her lips for a split second. I love her. I’m in love with her.

“I, uh…” I trailed off, not really knowing where I was going with my words. I didn’t really want to finish my sentence, because admitting it means being vulnerable, it means putting myself at risk for being hurt by the ones you love. I already knew how that felt. But I didn’t have to admit anything if I just showed her instead.

So I kissed her.

It was like the world stopped spinning. Her lips connected with mine in the most luxurious way that I felt like I was going dizzy. Everything made sense. I had no idea how much I had wanted this until now.

It felt like a lifetime until we pulled apart, and when we did I had to say it, “I love you.”

She inhaled a deep breath, looking like she was still recovering from what had just happened, “I-I love you too Jughead, I always have.”

“You have?” I ask, shocked.

She nods her head and places her hand on my cheek, smiling, “How could I not love you? You’ve always been here for me when no- one else was.”

I couldn’t even come up with a reply, I was just filled with relief.

So instead, I kissed her again.

Total Eclipse of the Heart

I didn’t get to see the most recent solar eclipse back in 1979. I was busy being attacked by a nest of vipers and missed the whole damn thing.

It was an ingenious trick. I was lured to my fate by an evil girl who entrapped and enslaved me.

I was in the second grade and standing outside with the rest of the elementary school on that warmish February afternoon. I didn’t know what a total eclipse was. I was seven years old and didn’t know what the hell anything was other than we got chocolate milk on Fridays after recess. I certainly didn’t understand this crazed euphoric feeling that overwhelmed me as I chased Heather Small across the playground and followed her like a dumb animal into a trap.

We had gathered outside to see the eclipse. Unsure exactly what an eclipse was, all we knew was if we looked at the sun we would immediately go blind. We all snuck looks of course, and then staggered around in the wonder of the dancing black spots on the melting snow.  

Looking at her watch, our teacher yelled at us to stand in line. She told us to turn our backs to the sun and hold our pin-hole papers up high while our partner held the target at our waists. Once we saw the glittering light on the target, we were to be still and watch for the miracle of a total solar eclipse. That’s when my partner Heather Small sprang her trap upon me.

“Wanna know a secret?” she asked.

I shook my head no, staring at the paper target she held. I didn’t like girls. They were smelly weirdos who hung out in the double slide fort playing dumb games no one understood.

“It’s about the eclipse.” she said, licking her lips.

“OK.” I shrugged.

“You have to lean forward so I can whisper it in your ear. It’s a secret.”

I rolled my eyes but obediently tilted my head forward and turned my ear to her. When she leaned in I could smell the strawberry lip gloss and feel her hot breath on my neck.

“The eclipse is when the moon eats the sun,” she said.

“What?!” I turned to her in disbelief.

She kissed me right on the mouth and shrieked like a wild animal. All the blood pulsed through my neck into my face. Heather Small laughed and ran. I didn’t know what else to do so I chased her. She was fast and I couldn’t catch up with her. She climbed up into the double slide which was built to look like a frontier fort made of logs. I followed her up and inside the fort. It was dark and getting darker as the eclipse started.

Going from the snow covered outside to almost darkness, I was mostly blind. I heard the laughter of more girls as they all jumped on top of me and began kissing my face repeatedly. For a moment I felt like I was the entire playground full of kissing and screams and laughter.

The girls escaped down the slides and I was left on the floor, my face smeared with spit and lipgloss. I lay there in darkness, my heart pounding in my ears. The blood rushing as I tried to comprehend what had happened.

My eyes slowly adjusted and it seemed to be getting brighter inside the slide. I sat up and my head swam. I crawled towards the slide, which was glowing brighter by the second. Down I went, born into a world of blinding light.

I hit the ground with a thud the snow burned my hot face. I stood up, unsteady on my feet. White and black spots danced before me until everything came back into focus. I slowly walked back to join the rest of the class. The eclipse was over.

The moon had eaten the sun.


Author: @imaginationworlds
Pairing: Tom Holland x Actor!Reader
Request: the reader challenging Tom to LSB (his second time being on the show) and it’s actually the first time they meet (but they’ve flirted over twitter). So the reader does really sexual songs trying to beat Tom
Warning(s): heavy grammar mistakes

Words: 888


“Maybe I shouldn’t dance in front of thousands of people.”, your small voice, filled with concern as you were inspecting your suit in the reflection of the large mirror in front of you, realising that the apparel definitely showed more skin than material. In contrast to your best friend that was here to support you and cheer for you for the whole night was blown away how you and especially your curves were looking that evening.

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Dance With Me? / Pietro Maximoff

A/N : This was originally going to be a Bucky x Reader but this felt more natural as I wrote more.  

Warnings: mentions of abuse, slight Bucky x Reader (tell me if I’m missing something)

Originally posted by ranrightintomyheart

You had been a recruit for the Avengers for a few months before Tony found out about your home life. Your boyfriend would leave you every night, with the money you worked hours for, to go get drunk or buy drugs. He immediately decided to move you into the tower. You quickly got along with everyone but had become the closest to Nat and Bucky. Nat was quickly drawn to you but it took time to get to Bucky. Many nights of waking up in the middle of the night to find him sitting in the kitchen. You would make him hot chocolate and sit across from him. Some nights neither of you would say a word to each other, but most of the time you two would stay up till dawn talking about random things like how Steve still leaves his stuff thrown around everywhere and Nat’s cute little quirks. You three became inseparable, following each other every where. Even if that meant you and Nat clinging to Bucky’s legs as he shuffled to the sitting room. 

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Tough Love (Philip x Reader)

Word Count: 1,881

Warnings: SMUT (not full but definiely NSFW), Swears

Authors Note: This story doesn’t have a really entriguing plot line? It’s just a bunch of angst that I felt like writing to give you guys something while I finish writing all of my Daveed fics. Thank you for being patient. I love yall! Also it is one thing to read smut but another to write it. It was really awkward so I had to take baby steps. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF MY FIC, GIVE ME FEEDBACK. I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU GUYS!!!

not even requested (lol)


“It’s over!” you screamed to Philip, this must’ve been the 3rd time you said these exact words in the past month. “You tell me that every time baby, but you always come crawling back.” he said back at you, as you tried to shove all of your belongings into a tote. “Have I ever told you that you’re an arrogant son of a bitch?” you shot back at him. “Yeah? Well you are the most clingy ass hat I’ve ever met.” he said back, just as angrily. “You know what? Sorry. Sorry that I ever cared for you, sorry that I wasted your damn time Philip.” You spat back at him before leaving his apartment. “The only waste of my time is this fight. I know you’ll be back by tomorrow.” he yelled at you before slamming his door shut. This was what your relationship had ended up as. It wasn’t always like this. At first it was all lovey dovey, the honeymoon phase. It ended as soon as it started. Philip was his flirty self, and you were clingy. Always needing reassurance that he returned your feelings, always making sure he hadn’t found somebody else. He was outgoing and you were reserved. It was a miracle that you two had even gotten together. It was also true that you always caved in after a fight. You always went back to him begging for forgiveness when you weren’t the one at fault, always forgave him for whatever he did. Every time you promised you wouldn’t go back, every time you did. This time it was different. You were tired of being in a one sided relationship, tired of giving him everything you had only for him to give you half. You didn’t go back.

“Y/N let’s go out tonight!” Your best friend said. You hadn’t moved from your bed since you broke things off with Philip. It was past a week, and by this point you usually caved. It took alot out of you to keep away from him. It was weird to break the cycle. “I dunno.” you mumbled from under the covers. “You need to get over him. He never deserved you.” your friend said as she made her way to your bed and sat on the corner. She moved the covers a bit and gave your shoulder a rub. It was true, everybody told you that he didn’t deserve you but you felt as if you didn’t deserve him. You were the sweetheart, always seeing the good side of people. Philip was the player, always taking advantage of others. He took advantage of your sweetness, and you saw the good side of him. “Please?” your friend whined. You decided it was enough, you were tired of letting Philip have this power over you. even after you called it quits. “Ok.” you said sitting up.

You put on your tightest, most short dress you had in your closet and looked in the mirror. Holy shit, you felt amazing. When was the last time you even wore this dress? You made your way to your shoe rack and chose your highest heels and wiggled your feet into them. “Oh my god. You look hot.” your friend said as she stuck her head out of the bathroom. “I know.” you giggled.

You two headed out, and managed to get a taxi on a busy friday night. Once at the club, your friend went to the dance floor, and you sat at the bar sipping on some champagne. You looked around enjoying the scenery, you hadn’t left the house for a week afterall. That was when your heart jumped to your throat. He was here. Philip was at the other side of the bar. He looked distressed, running a hand through his wavy hair. Bags under his eyes, signaling he hadn’t slept in some time. He looked up, and your eyes locked with his. You froze, you didn’t know what to do. Before you could run into the dance floor and get lost, he got up and made his way over to you. “Y/N.” he said sitting in the stool next to you. You couldn’t respond. “You look beautiful.” he said stirring his drink. “Couldn’t say the same for you.” you managed out. He slightly chuckled. “I haven’t slept for a week, what did you expect?” He replied. “Why haven’t you slept? You did plenty of times when we were together? Remember that time you missed our one year anniversary plans because you slept through it?” you replied, feeling bitter. “I haven’t slept because you aren’t by my side when I wake up. I forget that you left me and I wake up disappointed.” he said simply. Your breath got stuck in your throat. “Philip. Stop.” you say, looking away. “What am I doing?” he asked back. “You know what you’re doing, you always do this.” you say trying your best not to fall back into him. He had a way with words, and he knew how to use it. You had fallen in love with him and what he said. It was hard not to fall back into love with him the same way. “Please, come back.” he almost pleaded. “Fine.” you say, a spark of hope rose to Philip’s eyes. “I have things at your place I want back anyways.” you say trying not to let your walls fall. He looked down in disappointment, but led you out of the club.

Once at his apartment you gathered all of your remaining items into a paper bag. You looked around and remembered every memory the apartment held for you. You were interrupted from your thoughts when Philip cleared his throat behind you. You whipped around and saw Philip’s eyes traveling up and down your body. You rolled your eyes and tried to exit the room. Philip grabbed your arm, and you felt electricity in the places where he touched. “Please. Don’t go.” he whispered. “I- I can’t stay.” you say trying to keep yourself from giving in to him. It was so hard. You wanted to, but you knew if you did you would end up hurt again, and you were tired of it. “Why not?” Philip tugged a bit on your arm so you faced him. His eyes were glossy.”Our love is so hard Philip, It’s rare that we don’t go a month without fighting.” you say. “But every time we fight we end up together again, It just shows our love is tough Y/N. Easy love is for the unpassionate. Our love is so much more than that.” he argued back. “Yes, but I always end up hurt Philip, everytime we fight.” you said unable to meet his eyes. “I won’t let that happen.” He replied. “How can you say that? We do this so many times, and everytime I end up hurt Philip. What is different about this time?” you say slightly raising your voice. He didn’t answer. “Exactly. There’s nothing different.” you answer yourself and move past him to the door. Just as you were turning the doorknob he answered you. “Want to know what is different Y/N? Every time you come back to me, but this time it’s me going to you. I’m the one who is hurting, the one who can’t sleep. When you didn’t come back, it hit me. I lost you, I lost the thing that mattered most to me. When you were mine I never realized how good you were, you were always under my spell but you broke out of it. And I screwed up. When you were gone, I realized that I loved you more than anything else in this world. I realized who I am. I am nothing without you Y/N. Please.” He began to cry, tears rolling down his freckled cheeks. “Please don’t leave me.” He began to sob as you stood in shock by the door. It was rare that Philip was left vulnerable. He was crying too hard to realize you had dropped your bag and walked over to him. You took your thumb and ran it across his cheek to wipe away his tears. He raised his gaze to you. “Is that how you really feel Philip? Please tell me it’s true. Please. I want to believe you so badly.” you pleaded. “Y/N. I promise, I-” you gave in at that. You shut him up by pressing your lips to his slightly. They fit together like puzzle pieces. His hands began to roam your back, and you wrapped your arms around his neck trying to pull him closer even though your body was already flush against his. You moved your lips to his jaw then to his neck leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck. He gasped at the contact. “Y/N- I love you so much.” he managed to get out. You slowly started to undo his button down revealing his toned chest. You pressed your hand against his chest and moved your lips back onto his kissing him harder than before. Philip backed you up into a wall and his arms made their way to your butt, and began to grab at your thighs. On command you jumped slightly and wrapped your legs around his torso. He led you to the bed without ever breaking contact. He laid you down and hovered over you, admiring you and savoring the moment. Your noses were touching and he stared into your eyes, “God you’re so beautiful.” he whispered, you couldn’t help but blush. He quickly put his lips against yours again and began unzipping your dress. You raised your butt slightly so he could work it off your body. That left you in your matching set of navy blue underwear. He moved down, removing your bra, kissing your chest and stomach. When he reached your thighs, he gently traced over your stretch marks. He loved those especially. He slipped off your panties, leaving you exposed. When he made his way back up, you began to unbutton the rest of his shirt and tossed it off. Your hand reached into his pants, and rubbed slightly against the fabric of his underwear. He moaned into the kiss and you smiled. He broke the kiss to unbutton his pants, and slip them off along with his briefs. He kissed the tip of your nose before lining himself up. “Are you sure Y/N?” he asked you. “Please Philip, I need you.” You whimpered.

The next morning you woke  up wrapped in Philip’s arms. He was already awake just admiring your beauty, he brushed stray hairs from your face. “Morning beautiful.” he whispered into your ear before placing a kiss behind it. “Morning handsome.” you replied turning to face him. You hadn’t woken up like this since the honeymoon phase. “I’ve missed this.” you admitted. “You won’t ever wake up another way.” he promised pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. You snuggled into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you once more. It was true, you had given in to him, but when you gave in to him, you also gave in to love. This time you were willing to get hurt. Willing because you loved Philip more than you realized. Willing  because easy love wasn’t love at all.


A smooth, slow song was pouring from the stage as more and more people emerged on the dance floor. It’d been a few hours since bride and groom had their first dance and the liquor swirling in guests’ bloodstream made itself more apparent apparent on their faces and moves. 

You look dashing my love’ you smiled reaching with the hand resting on Remus’ arm to pinch his bow-tie. 

Both of you were moving to the gentle beat on the side of the dance floor. Small precaution to not get on the way of the crowd.

It’s gonna be us next year’ Remus sighed bringing you closer. You looked at the newlywed couple chuckling softly. 

True’ you turned towards the chocolate orbs ‘We’re getting old’

‘So old’ Lupin sighed dramatically. 

I have to get used to writing my name with yours’ 

‘I’m sure you had a secret diary with our initials in hearts surrounded by arrows’ you looked at him incredulously, scoff left your mouth ‘Choosing the right font to go with Y/N Lupin, thinking about baby names, having my hair glued inside’ he nodded as if he was deep in thought. 

Oh you seem like an expert. Want to share with something?’ you raised your eyebrow. ‘You don’t need to be embarrassed about it’ 

Remus laughed twirling you softly.’In moments like this everything seems so good doesn’t it?’ he asked when you were once again in his arms. 

It is good’ you smiled ‘I love you Moony’ your soft voice was for only him to hear.

He kissed your forehead lingering there a few seconds ‘I love you too’ 

‘Y/N! REMUS!’ you jumped surprised at the loud voices tearing through the smooth song. Moments later three familiar faces surrounded you jumping up and down. 

Come on!’ Lilly laughed throwing her arms around you and hugging you from behind. ‘Dance with us!’ 

‘Music really doesn’t bother you does it?’ Remus laughed when James and Sirius went on both of his sides and started hitting his hips with theirs. 

And there you were. Five friends jumping and laughing on the dance floor completely disregarding the beat and some looks from fellow guests you were given. 

It really did seem good.

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Next Time (Part 2)

A/N : First off, I want to say A HUGE THANK YOU for the love on part one. I honestly really appreciate it!! I got so many nice people saying nice things and I wanted to write this one as a token of appreciation. I really do hope you enjoy it and it makes you smile. 

Part 1 


That was the only word you could use to describe the place. The famous club was literally glistening with richness and power. There were so many beautiful woman owning the dance floor, swaying with confidence and power. 

You black heels clicked the marble floor as people shuffled out of the way when they saw you coming, mostly because you were walking in front of Frost, wearing a slight smile of cockiness as you turned into the private lounge he guided you in. ‘Thank you, Frost.’ you said and offered him a smile. ‘I’ll go get him.’ He replied and nodded in return before giving you a little smile back. 

While you were sitting down on the big white sofa, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the addictive atmosphere of free spirited humans, dancing the night away while wearing the smell of rebellion and freedom. Somehow, deep down you were craving  to have a taste of this life.

You just wanted to be bad. 

The beaded curtain ruffled and interrupted your trains of sinful thoughts. You were in mid motion of turning to face the entrance when you suddenly felt the light graze of a familiar touch on your shoulder. You breath hitched as the finger slowly made it’s way to the side of your face and angled your head up softly.


His voice was raspy as he leaned down and ever so lightly kissed the skin right below your jaw, beside your ear.  ‘Joker.’ you greeted him back, savoring the moment.

He plopped down lazily on the sofa across you. He spread his arms on the arm rest, eyeing the crowd through the curtains before turning his head to you. His blue eyes visibly turned few shaded darker when it trailed up your legs slowly but stopped when he saw the gun beside you.

‘You here to shoot me, kitten?’ he asked, slowly and darkly. 

Originally posted by har-rison-s

‘Yes.’ You uttered. ‘Apparently my authorities found out about your little visit.’ The joker broke into a laughter, throwing his head back. ‘Don’t act like you didn’t make your men tip them off so I would have to come for you.’

‘Oh sweets, there are many other ways I can make you come for me.’ He said, smirking. You could feel the heat rush up to your cheeks, realizing what he meant. ‘That’s not what… what I..I meant..’ You stuttered. He only winked at you in return.

‘I’m here to tell you to back away.’ you said, hoping to change the topic. ‘I can’t have the best of both worlds. So, stay off my radar and I won’t have to bring you in.’ The little speech left your mouth as you walked over and stood watching the people on the dance floor with a sense of longing in your heart. You opened your mouth to say something else when you felt the warmth of someone standing behind you. Two hands were on your waist without warning, holding you in place. 

Your heart was pounding as you weakly tried to move from his grip, but his grip was strong.

‘Ya want this life kitten, I can see the hunger in your eyes.’ he taunted, pushing your hair to one side. Your eyes closed while your body surrendered under his touch. His right hand clasped over yours that was holding the gun, slowly bringing it up and aiming it at the guy Frost was standing behind, probably one of Joker’s target for the night. 

He kissed your neck ever so slightly before whispering in your ear. ‘Do it, do it, do it.’ 

A voice was telling you not to but there was a bigger voice telling you to pull the trigger and join this life once in for all, to be on the other side. You closed your eyes, took a deep breathe and made up your mind. 

This is what you’ve always wanted and it’s time to start living for yourself. Smiling at the decision, you removed the gun from the target and pushed the Joker back down onto the sofa in a swift movement.

He was caught off guard, a few green hair strands falling before his face. You kicked off your heels and straddled his lap, not breaking eye contact. ‘Give me a taste of this life.’ You half asked, half commanded.

The second the words left your mouth, the Joker wasted no time in pulling your face to his by your neck and crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was rough, nothing near passionate like the other day. It was laced with pure hunger and dominance. 

You pulled away, breathing heavily. Your hands cupped his face and broke into a giggle when you saw his lipstick slightly smeared, hair tousled. Without breaking eye contact, you aimed the gun at a light bulb, dimming the lounge.

He shifted his weight and lightly pushed you on the sofa like it was nothing and hovered before you.  His chest was heaving up and down with excitement while he took in your features. 

Originally posted by asktheharleyquinn

‘Lay down, Princess.’ he said, in a commanding tone.

Your last shred of innocence was broken when you uttered the word that has been on running through your mind since your first encounter with him.

‘Okay, daddy.’  

A/N: DID I DO JUSTICE?! I really hope yall like it. This is actualy the first time I am writing a part 2. I spent so long on this. Please send feedback so I can improve or tell me how the fic was. HUGE credits to owners of the gifs for allowing me to spice up my fic even more.

Childhood Best Friend

Word Count: 5035 

Summary: Dan and Phil were born on the same day, in the same ward, and lived on the same street. This is the story of them growing up together, from the very beginning. 

AGE 0 

Two to-be-mothers laughed excitedly over their coffee, admiring each other’s pregnant bellies.

 ‘What do you plan to name your baby?’ One of them asked the other, leaning forward eagerly. Even though they lived close to each other, they had been too busy to meet up, often stuck at home with their aching bodies and muscle pains. It was rare that they could have a drink at the local cafe to catch up. 

 ‘We found out that its going to be a boy,’ her friend answered, rubbing her stomach in small circles. She smiled at her pregnant belly affectionately. ‘Me and my husband have decided to name him Daniel. It means ‘God is my judge.’

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A Thousand Years

Summary : Joe is a vampire and you managed to attract him by your blood. 

A/N :  Hello! So sorry it took long, I was on massive writers block and was busy watching Riverdale. But here it is! Hope you liked it! I’m planning on making a part 2 if you guys liked it. If you did enjoy it and want a part 2, don’t hesitate to message me ‘cause that means that you actually like this :) T’il next time!

Originally posted by reedus-wifey


Is all he can think of what your blood smells like. The sweet, delicious scent of your blood drives him crazy and god, he wishes he could just pierce his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. But he has to restrain himself. Think of a tactic that would make you approach him. That red stain on your lips just instantly reminds him of your blood, those shiny red lips. That crimson liquid that runs through your veins, he needs that.

He can’t just dip into your neck and drink, what a sight it would be. He can’t expose himself, what he is. The music was blaring through the speakers as drunk bodies danced to the beat. Jack has once again, persuaded him to go out and maybe find someone to drink as well. He hates himself for being so easily persuaded. Knowing that his mates would be more successful in getting a meal than him.

Standing up from the bar stool you were sat on, with alcohol running through your system. You see a red velvet curtain and stumbling, you thought that maybe Josh was there. Looking for your friend who promised not to leave you. Since your friend Josh was the one with the uber card and the money, and he just convinced you to go with him when all you were planning was to stay at home, cuddled up in your fluffy duvet with a movie on and a cup of hot chocolate.

It’s when you see a tall male, with blonde hair. “What do you think you’re doing here? This is strictly for VIP.” Caspar snarls, and you back away with a stumble from his snarl. Looking down in shame, your fingers fumbling with each other as you avoided his gaze.

“I-I’m sorry … I was just looking for my friend Josh.” You explained, picking on the black nail polish painted on your nails to make yourself looking occupied.

“Well what makes you think he’d be here?” Caspar raises an eyebrow at you, a scowl covering his face. Biting your lip, murmurming a quiet sorry. He was scary, and you didn’t want to mess with him one bit. He kinda reminds you of Josh, your tall ginger friend since he was tall like him. “You’ve got some nerve –” Caspar spits.

“Lay off her Caspar.” He says, cutting off his friend, tilting his head in curiousity. You see him, he’s shorter than the blonde one - Caspar - you think is his name. He was sat down on the black couch, with his forefinger and thumb pinching his bottom lips that you noticed were pink. Clad with a grey shirt beneath a black leather jacket, paired with black ripped skinny jeans. “What’s your name?” He questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Y/N …” You reply. In hopes that he wouldn’t be mean as how Caspar was to you when you accidentally stumbled in the VIP area.


He didn’t have to do anything to make you approach him, it was you who decided to come to him. Finally, he can get a taste of your blood. Ignoring his best mate who was giving him a disbelief look. Shutting his eyes momentarily in order to restrain himself from having a frenzy, he speaks “Come.” Offering you his hand, a small smirk covering his lips.

“Joe? What the fuck? Are you being seri –” Caspar starts, giving his friend a ‘What the fuck’ look.

Joe, didn’t care one bit at how his friend was saying. Caspar knew that Joe didn’t being liked to be bombarded with questions. So Joe repeats himself, crystal blue eyes staring back at you. “Come.” So you oblige, walking towards the male with your heels clanking against the floor.

You don’t know what’s so compelling about him, what makes you feel the need to go to him. So you think - why not? It’s probably because of the alcohol you had consumed. When you settle your palm against his, you shiver, at the cold contact of his hand and you wonder if there’s a heater around 'cause you were honestly getting chilly and you wonder that’s the reason why his hand is so cold.

Sitting down on the space beside him - Joe, you think his name is - drapes an arm on the back rest of the couch, gazing intently at you with a smirk. Tilting his body so he could face you. “You came here with a friend, yes?”

Nodding your head, you reply “Yeah, his name’s Josh. He left me at the bar to dance with a girl.” You think back to when Josh was paying you a cocktail while both of you were sat on the stool, a girl approached him inviting him for a dance on the dance floor. A little while later, you didn’t see him anymore so that’s why you appeared inside the VIP area.

“He’s the ginger one yeah? He’s in good hands, he left with Kylie.” Joe replied with a shrug of his shoulders, causing your jaw to drop at his words.

“That prick!” You gasped, annoyed and pissed at your friend who promised to stay with you. “He promised that he wouldn’t leave me here! Oh my god. How am I going to get home?!” You start to panic and that alarmed Joe because your heart was pumping faster and that meant your blood was rushing.

Grasping your wrist when you were about to stand up, he says “I’ll take you home, Sit.” And you obey, sitting back down on the spot beside him. This time you got to look at him properly. A lad with a defined jaw with a mole on his left, dirty blonde hair, and his eyes. God, his eyes. They were a beautiful ocean blue and you swear you saw specks of red together with the blue.

“You’re pretty.” You smiled lazily, and this time, you insanely drunk.

Joe grins, “Thank you, doll.” Amused by how you were acting. He found it quite funny how you act when you’re drunk.


Joe can’t take it anymore. He has to taste you, he needs to.

“May I bite you?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. He was afraid you’d say no, him being a complete stranger and all. He wishes you would say yes. Pursing your lips in thought, he bites his in hopes that he would get a yes.

“Bite me? That sounds kinky. But sure, where do you - Oh!” Before you could even complete your sentence, in a blink of an eye, you were sat on his lap. His thighs were strong - you noticed - he must be working out.

You feel his breath, against the back of your neck which makes the goosebumps rise of your skin. Joe swipes your hair on the other side of your neck, internally grinning and bouncing with joy when he will finally get a taste of that sweet, delicious blood of yours.

He starts by pressing a few small kisses on your neck, prepping you for the incoming impact. You exhale shakily at the feel of his lips against your skin, and it felt good.

He bites.

You were expecting a gentle bite, but what you received was completely different from it. You whimper. It was probably your first ever hardcore hickey you were gonna get and you didn’t expect it to be that painful at least.

Joe’s fangs pierced into your skin and once his tongue met with your blood, he groaned in delight. Sucking your delicious blood, that was finally filling his need. He was sure that your blood was extraordinary, your blood was the sweetest from all the different once he’s tasted.

It’s when your eyes start to drop that Joe had to force himself to stop. You pass out.

He sighs, watching you sleep in his bed. Your blood satisfied his blood lust, but he knows that with his mark planted on your neck, you were his and only his. His scent would be on you that no vampire would ever approach you. But he can’t throw you out once you awaken, he’s sure he picked up the scent of something bad, something that is not good. So he decides, if he keeps biting, then he’ll be able to keep that thing away from you.

With him being the eldest, nobody wanted to get on his bad side. He was scary when he’s angry and nobody wanted to trigger it. It’s when he hears a swoosh inside his sitting room, revealing a red - eyed Maddie. To the boys, Maddie was their like mother figure, you know - keeping them out of harm and was the one taking care of them.

“What’re you doing here?” Joe questions the blonde with a raised eyebrow, seeing Maddie shrug her shoulders before stepping around his sitting room.

“I can smell her.” Maddie states.

It took Joe as while to get used to Maddie 'cause it’s been a while since Caspar’s started dating again. But either way, he was glad to have Maddie around 'cause she brings them wise advice.

“I know you can.” Joe says in reply, shrugging off his denim jacket and hung the piece of clothing on a clothes hook. Taking a seat on his huge grey sofa, he sighs. “You understand why she’s here right?”

Maddie nods, taking a seat beside Joe. “Your scent’s on her.”

When you wake up, you were sure it wasn’t your room. Sitting up from the bed you lay, your eyes roamed the room. The ceiling was high and the whole room was in black with a hint of gold. It was a beautiful room - you thought. You try and think back to the events last night. Joe - you remember, the guy who you let bite into your neck before you pass out from the hickey. It still stings, the mark.

You stand up from the bed, the floor being all cold which makes you shiver as you are bare foot. When you walk into the sitting room, you gasp seeing Joe and a blonde girl. Biting your lip, you watch as Joe walks towards you slowly.

“Sleep well, love?” Joe asks you, a smirk plastered on his face as he takes a glass of water on a table and hands it to you. Eyes trained on his mark that he’s planted onto your neck. You take the glass greatfully and drink the whole glass out.

“I don’t really know, to be honest. My head’s throbbing.” You wince as you feel pounding on your head as if someone’s hitting you with a mallet. “Was I interrupting something?”

Maddie chuckles, thinking you assumed that she and Joe were together. So the blonde walks over to you and your eyes widen slightly at the sight of her blood red eyes. Probably just contacts - you think. “I’m Maddie, Caspar’s girlfriend.”

You let out an “Oh” and nod understandably. Looking around warily to avoid the awkward tension. Obviously you remember Caspar, from last night. He was albeit rude to you but first impressions aren’t always accurate based on what you think the person really is.

“Made some waffles, hope you like 'em.” Joe offers you a plate of a stack of golden crisp waffles, maple syrup slowly dripping onto the sides. The sigh makes your stomach churn in hunger. Nodding eagerly, you take the plate gratefully and sit down on a bar stool, starting to eat.

“Waffles are good. Just prefer pancakes more.” You shrugged, digging the fork into a piece you’ve sliced. “But thank you anyway.”

“Well, I’ve gotta get going. Caspar and Jack need me. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.” Maddie smiles and struts out of the living room, the door being shut afterwards.

Joe leans against the marble counter top by his elbows, chin being held up by the palm of his hand as he tilts his head slightly. “Does it hurt?” He asks, referring to the purple bruise that laid on your neck.

Touching the bruise with your fingertips, you wince as you felt a slight sting of pain. “Yup, definitely hurts.” Joe concludes with a nod of his head. You swear you can tell he works out, judging by his bulging bicep and broad shoulders, even if he was short for height.

“You want me to take you home? Since you passed out last night I had to bring you to my house 'cause I didn’t know where you live.” Joe explains and you nodded.

Joe knows for surely that he has to bite you again, he has to. He won’t be able to forget how unique your blood tastes, it was addictive.

I Don’t Dance (Song Fic)

I Don’t Dance (Song Fic)
Song: I Don’t Dance- Lee Brice
Pairing: Dayton White x Reader (Sequel to That Don’t Sound Like You)


Originally posted by rogerses

I’ll never settle down,

That’s what I always thought

Yeah, I was that kind of man,

Just ask anyone

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For @sterekfluffer who has been having a rough week. Here, have some fluff and slow dancing <3</p>

“Don’t tell me you’re sad you’re not dancing,” Derek snorts, handing Stiles some punch, sitting down beside him.

Stiles shrugs, looking out at the sea of couples slow dancing. They look happy. “It’s prom. I feel like I’m missing out.”

“Prom is a stupid tradition,” Derek says.

Stiles shrugs again. “’Suppose,” he whispers, trying to ignore the lump forming in his throat.

Derek’s his best friend. This isn’t how it was supposed to turn out. Stiles had had a plan. He was supposed to fall for someone else. He was supposed to be happy at the thought of Derek finding someone, tease him, help him. Be a good bro. What he was not supposed to do was imagine what it would be like to hold Derek’s hand, or think about what it would feel like waking up to him every morning for the rest of their lives.

He had one fucking job.

“I can’t dance anyway,” he says, trying for a smile. “I’d just embarrass myself.”

He waits for the smart remark, keeping his eyes focused in front of him- trying to keep it together- but when nothing comes, Stiles forces himself to look at Derek’s face. It’s hard to tell what Derek is thinking most of the time, even for him, and Stiles has known Derek since, well, always. Stiles’ first memory of Derek is his earliest one; they were sitting together, watching The Little Mermaid. Derek cried when Ariel’s dad shouted at her and Stiles gave him his wolf plushy to make him feel better. Derek still denies it to this day, but a fond look always comes over him when his eyes catch the wolf sitting on Stiles’ bookshelf.  

“Fine,” Derek sighs, breaking the memory, standing back up and holding his hand out. Stiles looks at it. “I know you. You’re going to make me watch some cheesy romantic comedy with dancing in it tomorrow after school so you can, I don’t know, live vicariously through it or something.” He cocks his head in the direction of the dance floor. “So, I am going to give you to the count of two-”

“Aren’t you meant to give me at least three seconds?” Stiles can’t help but interrupt, because really, who just gives two-

“Is that a no?” Derek asks and, just a moment, Stiles thinks he almost looks disappointed.

As if.

Stiles really must have it bad.

“No- I mean, yes. Yes, I want to,” Stiles stammers out, taking Derek’s outstretched hand. He’s not normally the nervous type, he’s not shy anyway, but suddenly he feels sick. His body is shaking, he knows it is, but before he can pull himself together long enough to turn around and run- because that’s what he should do- Derek is pulling him in by the waist, pulling Stiles flush against him.

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As If It’s Our Last

Mitsunari Baba x Seiya
Kissed by the Baddest Bidder ♡

For Pippa♡ . Hope you start to feel better my love~

It was my sister’s wedding and I had to attend because I was to be a bridesmaid but, seeing as I barely talked to my sister I just opted in going. We were walking into the reception as everyone was mingling with one another. I see my Aunt walk over to us and I roll my eyes but before we could go the opposite way, she catches up to us.

“And who is this? Your date?” I hear my mother’s sister ask. I cleared my throat, trying to draw possible conclusions as to who he could be but, I’m drawing so many blanks. 

Obviously, I couldn’t tell her that I bribed my best friend to be my date, although he would’ve said ‘yes’ anyway. I mean I could but, my family already knows my dating situation and this would only make it worse and I honestly don’t feel like dealing with that. I bit my lip nervously- trying not to shift my eyes in every direction like I usually do when I’m nervous when Baba speaks up- saving me from the embarrassment I was about to endure.

“Mitsunari Baba, my Lady,” He bends down to kiss the back of her palm and I roll my eyes- he’s such a cheese ball and of course my aunt is playing right into it.

“Oh my, Such a gentleman,” I hear her say as he slowly arose from his position and looking my way. He gazes at me and I start to melt- he’s always had that effect on me and I hated it, his smile burning into my memory. I play nice, smiling back at him as he continued to chat with her- his arm placed firmly around my waist. 

I interrupt their conversation with a tiny cough as Baba’s eyes shift down to look at me- He could see the annoyance on my face.

“I’m going to get some fresh air,” I mumble- turning away from the two of them and making my way to the outside bar. The breeze flows through my crimson hair as I pushed my perfectly cut bangs out the way.

“An Island Breeze please,” I tell the bartender and he simply nods and goes about making my drink.

“Can this day get any worse,” I let out a deeper sigh when I hear his voice come from behind as he leans onto the counter, looking back at me.

“What? Am I not the perfect date? I’m so hurt, Princess,” I snicker, watching him hold his hand to his heart as if to show his heartbreak- a sad smile gracing his features but, I shake my head, reaching out to grab my drink. He pushes it to the side as he held out his hand for me to grab.

“I was going to drink that Mitsu…”

“You can have it later, right now I wanna dance so come on.”

I groan but subconsciously grab ahold of his hand as he leads me out to the dance floor- dancing goofily as the band continued to play. Without notice, the song changes from upbeat to a slow ballad as he pulled me closer.

“Ummm…” I shook my head but, he just reassures me that it was okay, smiling his goofy smile and I couldn’t help but chuckle. His hand was in mine as we stood in the middle of the dance floor, swaying back and forth as the melody continued to play- summer breeze flowing with the wind. 

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you Seiya…” Baba starts off as he twirled me in a circle and pulling me back into his broad chest. I could see the sincerity in his eyes as he watched me intensively- trying to think of the words that were going to come next.

“Tell me Mitsu…” You laid your head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart as he spoke. 

“I’ve never told you this before but…” I move back slightly as he picks me up off the ground- twirling me in the air. My feet hit the floor and he continues to twirl me before pulling back in and smiling gently. 

I had a feeling there was something he wasn’t telling me- hoping that it wasn’t anything bad. There was a silence that fell between the two of us and I could sense how much of a nervous wreck he was. I tried to reassure him that it was okay to continue- that he had nothing to worry about. 

A smile spreads across his face as he leans down- his lips next to my ear.

“I love you.”

The words were nothing but, a whisper as I replayed the words he said over and over again in my mind as his gentle gaze made me smile. 

“I’ve alwa-” But, before he could finish what he was going to say, I pressed my lips against his arms wrapped around my waist- the passion growing with each and every turn of our lips pressing together. This kiss was tender- the need for him growing as it felt like we were the only ones here. 

I finally pulled away from him- staring deep into his hazel eye as I bit my lip- the sensitive flesh seeping back through my teeth.

Suddenly a roar of applause erupted throughout the room. We did realize that everyone was watching us like we were some sort of soap opera for their viewing pleasure. My face was flushed a deep red, hearing Bab chuckle in front of me as he leaned down to give me a single peck on the lips. 

My family- My friends were watching our every move right now and it was embarrassing enough that they saw us kissing in the middle of the dance floor but, it made it worse that he was the one that my family approved of and wanted me to end up with since we were younger.

“Sei?” Baba questions as I jumped slightly- him startling me out of whatever thought I was in when his thumb grazed my lips. He grabs me by the hand as we left the dance floor- him pulling me down the walkway to get away from everyone. He moved to comfort me- his thumb running across my cheek- apologizing to me.

“I’m sor-”

“Just shut up and kiss me, Baba,” I smiled- leaning into him with my lips pressed against his, both of our eyes flying shut. My heart was fluttering- the butterflies residing in my stomach as his tongue pressed against my bottom lip as if to ask for access. 

We kiss for a few more seconds before pulling away- catching our breath, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he placed his arm around my waist. 

I knew I felt something for him but, I couldn’t put those feelings into words and now that he’s confessed to me- I felt better about them- I felt loved.

He moves his fingers underneath my chin- smiling so cunningly as I smirked back at him. 

“I’ve waited a lifetime to have you and now that I do- I won’t ever let you go Seiya.”

This is the day Harry meets Louis in Them Butterflies

Harry takes a step closer to him, the tips of his fingers tracing the curve of Louis’ waist. They haven’t said a word since they left the dance floor, but Harry feels like the silent conversation happening between the blue and green of their eyes is as loud as anything.

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