work that dance floor

Shape Of You

Originally posted by ackmichele

Word Count: 1641

A/M: Of course inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You, I feel like a story based off it was a long time coming for me. Mentions of some sexy time but not exactly R rated. I also just spent a good 10 minutes staring at different gifs of Harry, what a hard job that was😉 Hope you like it! Tell me if you do Xx

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You came to the bar with a couple of friends, celebrating a friend’s birthday. The plan was to take back a few drinks, go back to your friend’s place, and just have fun for the night. With everyone having busy lives, it was time to let loose. 

However, this bar wasn’t exactly your scene, but for your friend’s sake you tried to get comfortable, and with the liquid courage flowing through your system you were able to do so. 

You took to the little dance floor of the place and danced with your friends, and sang along loudly to the music. Other people at the bar had joined in, dancing with their friends, or dancing with yours. You eventually noticed that the whole place was up and dancing, except for one guy who was sat on a stool at the bar alone. 

With the shots from earlier still in your system, you felt yourself walk over, taking the empty stool next to him. 

At your presence the guy looked up for the first time away from his glass. He was young, and looked puzzled to see you there. However you just smiled, he was cute. 

“What are you doing here all alone?” You asked. 

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?" 

"Probably not. I’m [Y/N].” You smiled, and you felt relieved to see him smile back. 

“I’m Harry." 

"Well tell me Harry. Why are you sitting here all alone?" 

He looked you up and down and began to chuckle at your question. But ​in your very tipsy state you didn’t think too much of it. 

You waved at the bartender and she gave an acknowledging nod, "A shot for me and my friend Harry here.” You asked.

“Oh you don’t have to do that." 

"Nonsense, it’s one on me. Like not physically on me. Not those kinds, but it’s on my tab. It’s time for you, Mr. Grumpy, to get out on the dance floor and dance." 

He continued to chuckle and you felt relieved to hear it. 

The bartender poured out two vodka shots  and slid them to you both, and walked away to tend to someone else.

"Come on Harry. Either you can come have fun on the dance floor, or you can sit and sulk by yourself for the rest of the night. Your choice, I won’t force you.” You assured, holding your glass awaiting hopefully for him to clink the two together. 

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All My Friends Are Wasted

Warnings: fluff, drinking 

A/N: this is my first Peter Quill imagine so be nice 


 You have had a week, let me tell you. All you wanted to do was go to your local bar and just have fun with your friends, and that’s what you planned to do. You got some friends together and put you went. You started drinking, but you were never much of one. You could have just as much fun without it. But you still found yourself a few beers in. Your friends, on the other hand, were completely wasted. You sighed watching your drunken work friends and left them to go to the dance floor, bottle in hand. You were walking with your hands up, already beginning to dance. Nothing sexual, just grooving. You were having a ball all by yourself. 

Your friends eventually came out and danced (if that’s what you want to call it) with you. Suddenly, something red catches your eye. You glance up to see a very nice looking man in a red leather jacket. You smile at him as your eyes connect and he smiles back. He begins to dance with your group, but then you somehow become more you and him, rather than him, you, and everyone else. His dance moves were ridiculous and had you bent over laughing. One minute he is rocking an air guitar solo and the next he’s humping the air. Then, he will grab your hands and spin you around. You couldn’t stop your smile with this one. “So, where’s your friends?” He asked. 

“I don’t know. All my friends are wasted.” I say with a shrug. 

He laughs. “You aren’t?” 

“No sir.” I say. 

“Well, I’ll get you there.” He said with a wink. 

You laugh and say, “I’m Y/N, by the way.” 

“I’m Peter.” He said. “But you can call me Star Lord, if you want.” 

You chuckle, but then realize he was completely serious. You immediately try to hide your smile as he groaned. “Okay,” you said. “Star Lord.” But you bust into laughter, leaning into his shoulder. He just sits there nodding like he should have known this was the response he would get. And he should have. “I’m sorry,” you finally say trying to stop your laughter. 

“You look it,” he says. 

“No, really, I like the name.” You say, somehow holding in your smile. 

“You do?” He says, not believing a word. 

You nod and say, “It fits you.” He rolls his eyes and then grabs your hand and turns you around. When you complete the turn he stops you by grabbing your waist. You lock eyes and you continue dancing. 

Your bottle was now empty, but you were still waving it around. Suddenly Peter leaned down and asked, “Can I get you another drink?” Without ever stopping dancing, you nod. He smiles and leaves to go retrieve a drink. You continue to dance until he brings you back another beer. You each pop the tops. He holds his drink up to you. “Cheers?” He says. 

“To what?” You reply. 

He thinks for a minute. “To new friends.” He states, holding his bottle up higher.  

“To new friends.” You smile and clink your bottles. 

Thirty minutes later, you and Peter were really feeling the buzz and a song came on that you each loved. “All my friends are wasted… and I hate this club. Man, I drink too much!” You each yelled as you danced around each other. “Another Friday night I’ve wasted… my eyes are black and red. I’m crawling back to your bed.” The two of you almost toppled over and Peter grabbed you and stopped it. You turn to look at him and just fall into laughter. He follows suit and the two of you are just laughing over nothing. 

You stop laughing and you just look at each other for a moment. “Y/N…” he started. 

“Star Lord…” you say with a mocking smile. 

He smirks at you. “Wanna crawl back to my bed?” 

You raise your eyebrows. “Oh? What kinda girl do you take me for, Star Lord?” 

“The kind that likes to cuddle.” He said. 

You just laugh and smack his arm and start walking away, but he doesn’t follow. You turn back and raise your arms. “You coming?” You ask. 

Peter, looking like he had forgot he asked, said, “Oh!” And ran to catch up with you. “I really didn’t think you would say yes.” 

“You come off so cocky though,” you say with a smirk. 

“All fake.” He said. “Completely and utterly fake.” 

You just laugh at him and say, “So, where are we headed, Star Lord?” He smiled at the name and pointed. You turn to look and see a… ship? “You have a ship?” You asked, excited. 

“Wanna see?” He asked. 

“Um, yes!” You said, clearly excited. You grab his hand and run up to the ship, pulling him along with you. He shows you all around the ship as you look in awe. It was so nice and it was all his. You come into the cockpit and sit down in one of the chairs, propping your feet up. 

He leans against a chair and looks down at you. “You hungry?” 

“Starved.” You reply. 

He makes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and you just sit in the cockpit talking for hours. He tells you about his mom. You tell him everything that’s ever happened to you. He tells you about the guardians and their adventures. He tells you all his favorite songs and lets you listen to the Awesome Mixes. There was tons of laughing and knee touching throughout the night. 

Before you know it, it’s 3 am. You look up from your watch at Peter. “You got somewhere to go?” He asks. 

“Not necessarily, but it is getting late.” You stand up and he grabs your arm. 

“You can stay if you want. No one else is staying on the ship tonight.” You think for a moment before nodding. “Are you tired?” He asked. 

“Kind of.” 

He stands up and grabs your hand. “Come on.” 

You pull him back with a smile and say, “Wait.” He turns back with his eyebrows raised, but you face him the other way. He was confused, but stayed put. You back up a little and then jump onto his back. He makes a noise and you say, “Hey! I’m not that heavy.” 

“Are you sure?” He joked and you just smiled and hit his chest before you nuzzled into his neck. 

When you get to his room, he backs up to the bed and falls backwards. You grunt with his weight on top of you. “Peter!” You yell. 

“That’s not my name.” He said. 

“Oh my gosh, Star Lord! Get up!” You say, pushing him up. 

He laughs as he walks to the dresser. He grabs a gray t-shirt and throws it at you without ever looking over at you. Soon enough a pair of boxers were thrown as well. “The bathroom is right there for you to change,” he says pointing to the bathroom, but as he turns back you already have your shirt off, facing the other way. “Or that. That works too.” He says walking over to the other side of the bed. 

You quickly slip his shirt over your head. “Hey, no peeping.” You say, sternly. 

He rolled his eyes. “Like you weren’t begging me to look. You didn’t even warn me.” He said as he climbed under the covers. 

You removed your shorts, but it didn’t really matter because his shirt was so big that you couldn’t see anything anyways. “It was a perv test. You failed. So, good job.” 

He deadpans you as you slide his boxers on. You smile and climb under the covers. You lay on your right side as you face him. He turns and faces you. There is a good bit of space between the two of you. “Don’t be shy.” He whispers. 

“You failed the perv test, so no cuddling for you, Star Lord.” You whisper back with a smile. 

“Oh, come on. No bonus questions? No redemptions?” 

“No second chances.” You say with a shrug and roll over. You reach up and turn the lamp off next to the bed. You smile as you feel a hand snake around your waist. 

“Positive?” He whispers in your ear.

“Okay, maybe just this one time.” You say. 

He laughs and nuzzles into your neck, pulling you closer to him. He kisses your temple and you smile to yourself. 

What a night.

The Reunion

Summary: It’s time for the Riverdale Class of 2019 Ten Year Reunion! Betty Cooper is excited to see all of her old classmates, but there’s one classmate in particular that she can’t seem to get off her mind…

Chapter One


“Hello and welcome back to Riverdale High School! Please take a moment to find your name tag - you’ll notice it has your yearbook picture on it to help people better recognize you.”

Betty smiled brightly as the man in front of her searched for his name tag. She watched with curiosity as he plucked one off the table - Benjamin Nisher.

She tried to remember any sort of memory she had with him. She seemed to recall something about… chess club? Or maybe it was the book club? Whoever he was, Betty was drawing a blank.

Oh well, you can’t know them all.

“Ethel,” Betty turned to the young woman standing beside her, “Would you mind going back into the kitchen and checking on our appetizers? Guests are arriving and I want to make sure the wait staff is prepared to start making the rounds.”

Ethel nodded with a smile and headed off toward the cafeteria, leaving Betty alone at the welcome table. She looked around, smoothing the skirt of her dress before readjusting the floral arrangement for the millionth time. As former student body president, it had been her responsibility to plan the ten-year reunion. Which worked out surprisingly well, coinciding perfectly with Betty’s career as an event planner.

She remembered being in high school, dreaming of being a reporter. She had even followed those dreams to Boston University, majoring in journalism and graduating with honors. Unfortunately, dreams were quickly dashed when she found herself glued to a desk instead of out in the field, everything she reported on feeling lackluster when compared to her times in Riverdale.

She had been tasked to interview an up-and-coming event planner in the area when things finally clicked into place. Before she knew it, she had applied for an internship with the company, quickly rising through the ranks before finding herself second-in-command of one of the most elite planning companies in the United States. She loved every ounce of her work - the planning, the use of creativity, the organized chaos of it all - it left her buzzing with satisfaction. And now here she was, back at her old high school, with everything seeming to come full circle.

Ten years. It had been ten years since she’d graduated high school. Ten years since she’d left the borders of this town. Ten years since she’d seen him.

Her heart sighed at the thought of him. She wondered where he was now. She’d heard rumors - everything from being in jail to thriving in New York - but the only truth she knew was in his novel. His tale of Jason Blossom’s murder had mild success across the country, and wild success in Riverdale. He had sent her a copy when it was published, a simple “Thank you” scrawled on the inside cover. Nothing more. It was the only real communication she had received from him since graduation.

The door opened, and Betty brought herself back to reality. Plastering on her best smile, she welcomed an alumni couple as they approached the table. Giving them their name tags and sending them on their way, Betty mentally kicked herself for getting so lost in the haze of adolescent memories. There was no use thinking of him, she reminded herself, because wherever he was he was long gone. He had even RSVP’d no to the reunion.

“Betty?” 

A familiar voice rang out across the hall, and Betty looked up to spot her lifelong best friend walking toward her.

“Veronica! Hi!” Betty rushed out from behind the welcome table and embraced her. “How are you? It feels like it’s been forever.” 

“Wonderful!” Veronica beamed, “Tonight is our first night out without the baby. Archie was incredibly nervous, but we simply couldn’t miss this! Especially since it’s a Betty Cooper event! Plus,” Veronica winked at her, “I needed a good excuse to wear this.” She backed away and gave a small twirl to show off her slimming black cocktail dress, complimented by violet heels and her signature pearl necklace.

“You do look amazing.” Betty laughed, “As always.”

“As do you!” Veronica cooed, “Seriously, Betts, that dress is gorgeous with a capital G! Blue has always been such a great color on you.”

Betty blushed at the compliment, her heart warming in the glow of her friend’s affection. “So, where is Archie?”

“Parking the car, probably double checking that all he has all the baby photos ready to show off.” Veronica laughed. “What can I say, he’s one proud father.”

“Talking about me?” Archie appeared, a smug grin on his face and a familiar blue and yellow jacket slung over his shoulders.

“Archie, it that -”

“His letterman’s jacket?” Veronica rolled her eyes, “Yes, it is. Babe,” She gave him an accusatory look, “I thought we agreed you’d leave it in the car.”

“Oh, come on Ronnie! I’m reliving high school!” Archie pouted dramatically, “Just let me have my fun.”

“Alright fine - but just for tonight. Then it goes back in the attic where it belongs.” Veronica smiled and placed a single hand on his chest, leaning in and kissing him sweetly. “Now come on. Let’s head inside and let Betty finish her work. She’ll join us later.”

“See you on the dance floor Betts.” Archie joked, winking at her and dramatically spinning around to show off his “moves”. Veronica laughed at him before pulling him away, the two of them disappearing into the gymnasium.

“Betty,” Ethel scrambled up to the table, “The appetizers are ready to go, but Josie just grabbed me and said somebody moved her earpiece after sound check, she can’t find it.”

Betty sighed. It wouldn’t be a true event without at least one problem to be handled. “Okay, I’ll go talk to her. I’m sure it’s nearby. Do me a favor and keep greeting our alumni okay?” Betty placed an encouraging hand on Ethel’s shoulder before moving down the hall, welcoming people as she went.

She was halfway to the music room when she spotted him.

Wedding Day || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by casparsuggx

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

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Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: Another request!! I’m so happy to finally be fulfilling requests, and I hope i can open my requests back up soon (even though since i closed them i’ve had like fifteen more anyways but oh well). Hope the anon who requested it and you guys enjoy this!!xo




The day became night in what seemed like a blink of an eye. It was gorgeous, the sky above was littered with thousands of individual stars, and the moon caressed the beautifully decorated gardens; providing a sense of peace and calm. You were crouched down on one of the white silk grass covers, your wedding dress falling perfectly around you as you spoke to one of your little nieces with a soft voice.

You grin and pinch his cheek when his mother calls him over, leaving you to stand up and smile at his back. Arms wind around your waist from behind and so you turn around, a smile growing on your face when you meet eyes with your husband. “Hi.” You grin, kissing him softly and wrapping your arms around his neck loosely.

He stares into your eyes for a moment before pressing his lips together and smiling. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You could only manage to reciprocate his loving smile before you were approached by Zoe, who was holding up her vlogging camera with a wide smile on her face. You can’t help but chuckle when she shoved her camera into Joe’s hands and pulls you into a tight hug. “You look so beautiful!”

“I think you’ve told me that about twenty times today.” You smirk in amusement as you both break away from the hug and she rolls her eyes at you playfully before taking back her camera from Joe, who walks over and wraps his arms around you. You both watch as Zoe moves her camera to show the viewers the space that she’d had a big part in organizing. “Guys, look how beautiful everything looks. Okay, let’s go find Tan and-” Her voice gets quieter and quieter as she walks away, leaving you to glance up at Joe with an amused grin.

“Why did we agree to let people vlog?” He asks, and for a split second he seemed serious, but then he began to laugh slightly and you just shook your head and rolled your eyes with a humored smile.

You place your hands on his chest, fiddling with the buttons on his suit for a moment before replying. “Because this way, we’ll be able to look back on one of the most beautiful days of our lives from so many different perspectives.”

He hums and grabs onto your hand, softly guiding you back toward the master table where you’d eaten earlier on, and you start talking to his father, who had cried more times than he’d ever admit during the last ten hours.

You hung around for a while, receiving so many congratulations and hugs from your guests, making your way around the grounds and carrying your little nephew around on your waist. Zoe and Alfie talked to you a little more for their vlogs, you and Zoe did some elaborate dances in front of the cameras and Joe threw you over his shoulder and almost dropped you on-top of the cake.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s about time our gorgeous bride and our troll of a groom have their first dance.” Jack speaks through the microphone from behind the DJ stand, a role he’d put himself up for the moment he heard you and Joe were engaged.

You can’t help but look over at him and laugh, throwing your head back as Joe sweeps you up off of your feet and carries you over to the dancefloor, where fairy lights were hung from the trees and white silk was tied beautifully all around you.

He places you back down on your feet and you stick your tongue out at him playfully, just as the music for your first dance began to play through the speakers. Your guests all gathered around the dancefloor, cameras, and phones being held in your direction as everyone cheered and whistled.

Joe pulls you into his arms, wrapping his own around your waist as you look up at him with a smile, winding your arms around his neck loosely. You sway to the music, and you giggle when he twirls you around, his touched delicate and sweet. You blink slowly and bite your lip, resting your head on his chest as you continued to dance under the watchful eyes of your friends and family.

When the song ended and you stopped moving, simply staring into each other’s eyes, there were three seconds of absolute silence before everyone broke out into cheers and screams of excitement and Jack took that as his queue to put on his mix track that he’d been working on for months.

You were spun around the dance floor, dancing with Alfie and Zoe and then picking up your nephew and having a little dance with him. You danced with Jonathon and Anna, and even managed to squeeze in a dance with each of the Buttercreams too, seeing as they’d managed to completely take charge of the dancefloor.

And then, when the clock struck eleven and you and Joe found yourselves just enjoying being in each other’s arms, slowly dancing to the music that was playing, you glanced over your shoulder at Jack who nodded and winked; letting you know that it was time.

You’d been planning this for a while, without letting Joe or anyone for that matter other than Jack know about it. Conor Maynard had moved to L.A for a few months and had previously let the couple know that he had really important prior arrangements and couldn’t make it to the wedding. Joe had acted like it didn’t really matter to him, but you could tell by the way his face dropped as he read the reply that it really did.

It was just your luck, really, that when Conor’s important week of meetings and studio time fell through and he could come, he’d called you and not Joe. That was when the two of you came up with the plan. You wouldn’t tell Joe that he was coming, and he’d only find out when Conor walked out onto the stage and began to sing the song that was playing when you and joe first met.

And so, you distract your husband with soft words as Conor walks out onto the stage with a microphone and Jack swiftly changes the track. The older Maynard brother began to sing, his voice melodic and perfect. Joe turns his head sharply toward the stage as everyone gasps and begins to clap their hands, leaving Joe to turn back to you and shake his head. “No way..”

“He called, and I thought it’d be a nice surprise.” You smile, and he pulls you into a long, loving kiss, before pulling away and leaning his forehead against yours. With a hum, you wrap your arms back around him and begin to dance along to the song, only looking up to meet eyes with Conor, who winked and smiled at you quickly before he continued to sing.

Your wedding day couldn’t have been more perfect.

The Glass Slipper

Jughead x Reader

Request: My passion is dancing and I was wondering if there was any possibility of a fic where Jug sees reader dance (as in dance class or something, and I don’t mean ballet, maybe contemporary or modern dancing) for the first time and falls in love with her all over again, like maybe realizes his feelings.

Warnings: like one swear word

Word Count: 1,238

A/N: This is my first non song-based fic, so I hope it’s okay! I also wrote it in one go without editing too much, so that’s why it might be a bit shorter than some of my others.


Your life had revolved around mirrors and wooden floors and worn out dance shoes. You were always busy trying to perfect the next move for contemporary, stretching and watching yourself meticulously. You were your own worst critic, your body always sore.

It was another day of practice, stretching on the floor before working on the dance you were planning on performing for the school variety show. It had to be perfect, as this was the first time you would ever be dancing in front of people from school. It was the first time you would be dancing in front of him.

Jughead Jones.

The boy you had had a crush on since the beginning of high school, the boy that you had somehow befriended and still managed to keep your feelings a secret. You guys were close, sure, but nowhere near as close as him and Betty or even him and Archie. There were some sly glances in the hallway and occasional brush of the shoulder, some inside jokes, but you didn’t know if any of that was considered flirting. Your body did a better job of communicating than your voice ever could.

Early on, you decided the dance would be for Jug, dedicated to him even, but you weren’t going to tell anyone. You were hoping your body could do the talking for you.

You began putting on your shoes in the dance studio at school. It wasn’t much, tucked away in the far corner of the building, mainly for the cheer team and dance team to use, but it was better than nothing. You were here everyday after school, sometimes as late as midnight trying to get something right, and today was no different.

Except you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching.

You continue as normal, though, going over the whole routine about 10 times, each time making mental notes of the things you needed to fix when you did it again.

Finishing your last move you hear a faint clap coming from outside the door. You turn to see none other than the guy you were practicing for.

Your face heats up and you turn off the music, embarrassed that of all people, it had to be him. You can’t help but smile, though, giving a slight curtsey as he nods his head and turns to walk away.

Only then do you begin to panic. How long had he been watching? Did he hear the music? Could he tell you were dancing for him?

It’s hard to read him, what he’s thinking. His hands in his jacket pockets, his beanie placed perfectly on top of his head. He seemed to be the only one in existence to make a beanie look perfect and natural. His hair flowed in perfect curls just peaking out from underneath. His lips turn upward in a small smirk as he kicks one of his feet back and forth. It was little things like this that you noticed all the time.

You take a deep breath. He didn’t seem too interested because he walked away, so you start the music from the beginning and do the routine again, then quickly stashing everything away and going home for the night.


“I was so embarrassed, Ronnie, I bet I looked like a tomato.” you say to Veronica before the variety show about a week later. No matter how hard you had tried, you couldn’t get the moment our of your mind. You haven’t practiced in that room since, nervous that he would be there again. You couldn’t risk it, so you practiced at home in the basement.

“I doubt it, and besides, it’s obvious he’s in love with you.” She states, picking up a piece of your hair to put back for the dance routine.

“No, no way.” you deny, shaking your head, causing Veronica to moan in frustration, “sorry.”

“Just watch, after he sees you tonight, he won’t be able to contain himself. He’s going to ask you out.” she states matter of factly, a smug smile on her face, like she knows something you don’t.

You look around to put your shoes on and you realize that one is missing. It’s not in your dance bag, and it’s not in your purse either.
“What are you looking for?” Ronnie finally asks.

“My dance shoes, I’m missing one, I can’t go on without it.” you start to panic.

“Calm down, I’m sure it’s here somewhere.” Ronnie comforts, beginning to pick up things and look for it as well.

The crowd cheers, only one more performance before yours.

“(Y/N), I think you might have to perform barefoot.” she says, sighing as she realizes that there’s no other shoe there.

You take a deep breath. Maybe this was a sign, that you shouldn’t do this. Then, your resolve hardens.

“The show must go on. I do it with one shoe. It will add to the piece.” you say, convincing yourself more than Ronnie.

The crowd cheers once more. It was for Archie singing on the guitar and unsurprisingly, his song went off without a hitch, just like you all knew it would.

The lights dim on the stage, your cue to enter.

You walk to the center of the stage and strike your beginning pose. The lights come up, the music turns on. You feel the floor beneath your feet and your head in the clouds, and you knew that this was the right choice. This was how this was meant to be performed. Your eyes search the crowd for the familiar beanie, and it only takes about 30 seconds to see him, standing in the center of the crowd, his eyes fixed on you. You let the music flow through you, your body and mind moving as one on the stage. Time flies as the three minute song seems to go by in the blink of an eye, and you’re hitting the ending pose before you know it.

The loudest cheer was his, you could hear it above everyone else’s.

You exit the stage to your friends in the wings, smiling from ear to ear.

“You killed it out there!” Betty said, her smile almost as big as yours.

“You were beautiful.” a voice says.

You all turn to see Jug standing there, awestruck.

“Thanks, Jug.” you say, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Oh, and I think you forgot something.” Jug says, pulling out your other shoe from his bag, “you forgot it last week. I went back every day to try and give it back, but you weren’t there.” he admits, giving you a shy smile.

“I also went back every day to see if you would want to go out on a date?” he asks, hope in his voice.

“Doesn’t the story say that you have to make sure the shoe fits first?” you tease, a small laugh escaping.

Jug doesn’t say a word. He just kneels and slips it over your worn out feet.

“Perfect fit.” he says, standing and looking in your eyes, glancing down towards your lips, leaning closer and closer still.

“Fucking kiss her already.” Ronnie says, growing impatient.

You close the gap, bringing your lips to his. He cups the back of your neck with his firm hands, your body’s pulling closer as if by some force unknown to both of you. 

This was the beginning to your happily ever after. 


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I Don’t Dance ● Tyler Bate

SO.. WE ARE READY FOR THIS SECOND SERIES? ARE WE SURE?? THIS IS THE FIRST OF MANY. DO NOT WORRY. I HAVEN’T GIVEN UP ON LOVE POTION NO. 9.. JUST GOT THIS IDEA TOO.

Summary for the series / information will be posted asap, I swear it. 

SUMMARY: Tyler is your roommate. Both of you have crushes on each other but… You really don’t say much to each other or know each other well.. He only sees the one side of you.. WHen he comes home early and finds you filming a dance tutorial for your Youtube channel in the apartment, that all changes… SMUT. STRAIGHT UP SMUT.

PAIRING: Tyler Bate  x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3633K+… yeah so.. I get really into these things, okay?? I apologize… Not really??

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Originally posted by temipanarin

Ok so here’s number two for the day! I might be able to get one more up tonight, we’ll see! Anyway! Enjoy guys!

Warning: mentions of alcohol and drinking

Anon Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do an Andre B imagine in which you guys break up for 2 months bc he thought it was the best for the relationship bc u 2 travel a lot and such, but you come back to DC and it was one of the teammates birthday and Brandi Holtby invited you to the party but you guys end up dancing bc everyones got a date and you don’t and end up having a great time and you can take it from here! Thanks you luv! x

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              “Come to the party she said. It’ll be fun she said.” You took a sip of your beer and snorted. “Yeah, right.”

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Slow Dancing with Easy Company

A simple preference with some of the boys :’)

Richard Winters:

Who initiated it: him

Winters is very simple when it comes to dancing, just a simple sway. Every so often he will press gentle kisses on your forehead, just appreciating the moment he gets to spend with you.

Lewis Nixon:

Who initiated it: him

Once he sees everyone starting to dance hes like “um yeS” of course, following after Winters who starts it all. He loves staring into your eyes when you dance, it’s a intimate moment. There are times when you’ll glance eat your feet and tilts your head back up to meet his eyes and will not break it until the dance is over.

Carwood Lipton:

Who initiates it: him

A classic man he is, he offers you his hand and then guides you out onto the floor. His hand is gently on your back guiding you both, humming along to the song as he leans his cheek against yours.

Denver “Bull” Randleman:

Who initiates it: you

He immediately jumps up when you offer though. Bull will wrap his arms around you, hugging you to his chest. He feels safest when he knows he can protect you, plus he can kiss the top of your head alot easier.

Joe Toye:

Who initiates it: you

Asking him to dance might get you a smirk and a sarcastic “I would be honored.” Though it wasn’t his idea, he wanted to make sure he was doing right to impress you. He presses his body against yours and gets as close as he can to you, you ended up having to put some room between you two yourself.

George Luz:

Who initiates it: him

He makes a huge deal, strolling over to you and doing an overdone bow. “Would you mind taking my hand in this dance?” After agreeing, he pulls you out and he is beyond over dramatic. Constantly spinning you around, dipping you just to hear that laugh that he loved hearing.

Donald Malarkey:

Who initiated it: you

He’s taken a little off-guard when you ask him but he agrees eagerly while Muck sends him a wink. This sweet boy is really not sure how to go about starting it so he simple grabs hold of your sides, sliding his hands to your back as he whispers sweet compliments and such into your ear.

Warren “Skip” Muck:

Who initiated it: him

Muck is very sweet but can also be a bit goofy. He sways along with you but also takes time to dip you slowly, bringing you back to kiss your nose which leaves you both in big smiles.

Lynn “Buck” Compton:

Who initiates it: him

As soon as he sees everyone else out there he glances over your way and gestures, “Let’s show them how its done.” Buck make sure everyone’s watching, showing you off and how good the two of you look together. He goes for the all time “one hand on your waist and one in your hand” pose.

Joe Liebgott:

Who initiates it: him

Wow, can he dance. Lieb won’t tell anyone but he really knows how to work a dance floor. With that smirk of his, he takes your arm and you both just blow everyone away. Your bodies work in perfect harmony and everyone’s just like “that’s Lieb right??”

Eugene Roe:

Who initiates it: you

He’s super reluctant because he’s not used to being around all the guys all at the same time. You literally pull him out there and within a few seconds you become his main focus, his arms settling around your waist, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and looking at you with those puppy eyes.

Bill Guarnere:

Who initiates it: him

Bill isn’t much of a dancer but as soon as he saw others looking at you he pulled you up from where you sat and took you with him. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against him as his lips meet yours to make sure everyone knows who they are looking at.

Darrell “Shifty” Powers:

Who initiates it: him

He gets very little time with you so when an opportunity is presented he makes sure to take it. He’ll squeeze you softly and close his eyes trying to take in everything he can at that moment to just enjoy having you in his arms.

Frank Perconte:

Who initiates it: him

Really he just wants to have a good time with you. It doesn’t matter if you look like dorks as long as you’re both smiling. Perco will be spinning you around while whooping, “I’m blown away!”

Ronald Speirs:

Who initiates it: you

Ronald comes off as v v intimidating to the boys and wanted to keep it that way but when you asked he really could not say no. He attempted to keep up the tough guy thing until he looked your eyes and just melted. His face buried into your neck, rocking with you as your arms hold him in a comforting grasp.

Edward “Babe” Heffron:

Who initiated it: you

When you approach him he is literally looking around like “wait me?? mE?” Babe puts all of his attention on you, his eye studying all of your features as his hand comes up to interlock with yours, holding it against his chest as if it was treasure. Which you were to him.

Floyd Talbert:

Who initiates it: him

He’ll glance across the table at you, “What do you say, Princess?” He interlocks your hands, looking into your eyes as he shamelessly starts to list of how beautiful you are just to make you blush which only encourages him.

David Webster:

Who initiates it: you

This shy bean will be nervous to ask so when you do he just lets out this breathe of relief, “Yes, of course.” When you two start to dance, everything seems to fade away and its just the two of you. He presses his forehead against yours as his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your waist.

anonymous asked:

hi! first of all let me tell you how much i apreciate your fic lists. do you know any cs dancing with the stars kind of au fics?

hi! thank you. being a (former?) dancer, i love dancing aus. i got a few for you

Dancing AUs

Sweep Me Off My Feet by TheCaptainToMyHook

TV star Emma Swan has accepted a place on the most recent series of Strictly Come Dancing, she’s an actress not a dancer so she doesn’t expect to do well at all, in her opinion- the sooner she is voted out the better. But will her opinion change when she is paired with “The Captain of the Dance Floor” Killian Jones- forced to work closely together, he will push her to her limit, but will it be worth it in the end? WIP

Pirate Paso Doble by LadyciaraMiggles 

Emma and Killian need to get practising if they are going to stay in the dance competition for another week.

Black Swan by @hopelessalways 

“Emma Swan,” Killian announces, and she hates that she loves the way her name sounds on his lips. “Darling of the ballet world, expected to be the next Margot Fonteyn, until you mysteriously disappeared when you were 18 - only to burst back onto the scene four years ago, somehow even better than you were before, shocking everyone with dazzling performance after dazzling performance. And now here you are, fresh from the American Ballet Theatre, for the role you know will make or break your career.”

He grins, a heart-stopping stretch of perfectly white teeth, and she bites down her answering smile. It won’t do to be attracted to the choreographer. Of course, then he walks away, and she can’t stop herself from admiring the curve of his obviously toned backside. He winks at her over his shoulder, catching her in the act of ogling him, and her cheeks burn.

She is so screwed.

(Emma the ballerina and Killian the choreographer, breaking down each other’s walls.)

A Lift Takes Two People by Sherwhotreksings

A dance AU where Emma is in a modern dance company and Killian is a guest choreographer.

The Best Things Happen When You’re Dancing by @belovedcreation

Emma Swan is at a swing dance festival weekend for some fun with her friends. When she meets Killian Jones on the dance floor, sparks fly and the dance floor sizzles with their chemistry.

Lead on and I’ll Follow by CaptainBellarkeSwan

If she heard another giggle, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore. For God’s sake, they were right across the hallway! Surely the walls would be able to muffle the noises the other class was making because of Killian-freaking-Jones. [University Professors AU/Dancer AU]

Preying On You (CS one-shot) by thatsmuchbetter

CS professional dancers AU – Fierce rivals on the dance floor, animals in bed. Whenever Emma Swan gets on the dance floor the irritating Killian Jones is her worst enemy, but when it comes to other more enjoyable activities… CS one-shot inspired by the song “Animals” by Maroon 5.


and my most beloved one, Liz, i’m looking at you

All That Glitters by @i-know-how-you-kiss 

Brummie girl Camden Town

Alfie Solomons x reader

Request: Could I request #3 with Alfie Solomons??

Author’s note: I’m sorry this was so rambly :( I hope you still enjoy and please give me feedback.


Not many people left Small Heath to go pursue education, you only knew of a handful of people that had and only one of which was another women. She pretty much inspired you. You always excelled in class and when it reached the time of finishing school you decided you would apply to university. You applied for the University of London and a month later you were packed up and moving down to London to study Accountancy and English Literature. The whole of Small Heath was buzzing that one of their own was going off to bigger and better things. Luckily for you, your childhood friend John and his brothers were in London quite often so he assured you and your mum that you would be well looked after. You moved into a small apartment on the edge of Camden town.

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Winter Formal

Here it is, that project I’ve been working on since I started this blog! It’s not so much a preference as it is a series of small fics about the same subject all smushed together in one post. I’ve worked really really hard on it, so I hope lots of people get to see it, and I hope you guys like it!

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Today’s The Day (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Smut, Fluff


“Cheers to your twenty second birthday!” Aisha said as she held her glass in the air. “Happy Birthday, Nicole!” everyone shouted at the same time, and kicked back their drinks. At first Nicole didn’t have any plans for her birthday, until her best friend, Jungkook showed up at her doorstep. He told her to get dressed, and only said that they were going out for a bite to eat at her favorite restaurant, BST. When they showed up she was surprised to see all of their closest friends there waiting for them. Jungkook had pulled her into a tight hug and whispered “Happy Birthday,” in her ear. After the next two hours they all sat around the table chatting while they stuffed food in their mouth. Never wanting the fun to stop her best friend, Aisha, suggested they all go to the club.

Once they were all at the club, and secured a booth, Aisha druggedagged her away to the bar. Aisha placed everyone’s order to the bartender, and spoke after he walked away. “So, Nicole…do you think he’ll finally make a move tonight?” Nicole knew exactly who she was talking about. Nicole turned her gaze to Jungkook, and frowned when she saw a pretty brunette talking to him. “I really don’t know,” she said as she turned back towards the bar. Jungkook had been her best friend since they graduated middle school. He was always there for her, when she needed him the most. At first she didn’t see him in anyway other than being her friend. But over time, she began to develop feelings for him and looking at him in a different way. When he began dating, she was crushed because she felt like she wasn’t attractive.

The bartender took that moment to place all of their drinks in the bar. Aisha grabbed the tray and began to walk back to their group. As they approached the table, the brunette looked at her and then got up to leave the table. As she kicked back her drink, she looked over the rim of her glass and stared at Jungkook. As if he could feel her gaze on him, and looked at her in the eyes and opened his mouth. But at that moment Aisha leaned over to tell her, she was going to go dance with Namjoon, who was her boyfriend, and asked if she wanted to go. Jungkook closed his mouth and then turned to look chat with Yoongi and his girlfriend, Nicole thought to herself. Nicole finished her drink, and slid out the booth to join them on the dance floor. It didn’t take her that long to find a dance partner, when she began moving her hips to the beat. Her mystery partner grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, as she grinded up against him. But, just as quick as her mysterious dance partner showed up, he was gone.

She turned around to find Jungkook standing behind her, looking at her with dark eyes. The guy next to him looked like he was about to say something to him, but Jungkook just grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door leading outside. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Jungkook?” She said as she stanched her hand out of his, when they approached his car. “I don’t like to share what’s mine,” he said in a cool tone. Nicole raised her eyebrows at his statement, “Are you crazy?!” Not wanting to ruin her birthday, she turned to walk back to the club. Nicole didn’t make it two steps before Jungkook grabbed her wrist and pushed her against his car door. She was about to yell at him, but was out off when he placed his lips against hers.

His lips melted against hers, causing her body heat up with desire. Jungkook then pulled her away from the door, so he could open it. Jungkook sat down in the back seat and lap his lap. Without a word, she moved to seat herself on his lap and face him. As soon as he closed the door, Jungkook pulled her closer to him and captured her lips again. Jungkook trailed his hand up her thighs, and when it reached her pussy, he began to stroke it gently. With his free hand he pulled her tank top and bra down to free her breast. He pulled away from her, and looked at her with a heated gaze. “I can’t believe I haven’t done this sooner,” he said as he took her nipple into his mouth. As he continued to work his fingers into her, and rolled her nipple between his lips, causing her to moan out loud.

Jungkook stopped working his fingers inside of her and seemed to be in great need, as he hurried to undo his jeans. When he free his cock, which was already hard, hit against her thigh, she jumped a little bit. Jungkook lifted his hips, as he reached for his wallet to pull out a condom. When the condom was rolled onto his length, he looked at her with loving eyes. “I’m so sorry, for making you wait this long.” He leaned in to kiss her, as he lifted her hips and slid her down slowly on his cock. “It’s okay,” Nicole replied. When he was completely inside her, he kissed her neck and began to move his hips in an upward motion. “Damn, Nic. You’re so tight,” Jungkook bit out through clenched teeth.

Nicole began to move her hips against his, adding to their pleasure. Jungkook moved his thumb to her clit, and began to move it, adding pressure to it even now and then. As he rubbed her clit with one hand, the other hand shake its way through her hair and pressed his lips to his. Nicole could feel the pressure building up in her body, move closer and closer to the surface. Jungkook seemed to feel it to, because he said, “Its okay, baby. Let out go. We can come together.” And with that, Nicole take her orgasm flow through her body moments later. At the same time, Jungkook closed his eyes, and released into the condom with a sharp groan. When they both came down from their high, Jungkook began to speak first. “I’m so sorry, Nic.” She knew he had to be talking about her feelings for him. “I was going to do something about it later tonight. But seeing you grind against a guy who wasn’t me, made me jealous. But, I don’t have to worry about that…because I’m never letting you go. Okay?” He said as he looked into her eyes and gave her a small kiss.

Nicole was speechless, so Jungkook continued. “Will you be mine?” Jungkook asked. Nicole looked at him and asked, “What do you think?” Jungkook gave her the adorable bunny smile she loved so much. After they cleaned themselves up, they made their way back into the club. As they walked toward their table, hand in hand, everyone stopped talking. They all looked down at their connected hands, and smiled but still didn’t say anything. Aisha was the first person to speak, “Well…I guess this means we don’t have to make a plan anymore for you two.” All Nicole could do was blush, as she held onto Jungkook’s hand tighter. Jungkook then led her to the dance floor, and began to work his hips against hers. He then leaned in closer, and whispered in her eye, “Oh, by the way, Nicole. I’m nowhere close to being done with you yet. You still need your twenty-two birthday spankings.”

The Night We Met (Lin/XReader)

This is based off a lot, an episode of How I Met Your Mother, and you guessed it the song The Night We Met (Love 13 Reasons Why and Lord Huron)

Reader goes on a blind date for this first time in two years. (Sorry if this sucked)

Warning: A lot of fluff, panic attack, slight mention of death.

Word Count: 1691


You paced the living room, almost tripping over your heels. You felt ridiculous, a blind date.

Who even goes on those anymore? You didn’t realize they still existed. But when your best friend insisted as it had been two years since you’d even been on a date you couldn’t disagree, you had been going from home to work to home again for so long you were close to insanity.

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“Rocket” by Beyonce | Choreography by Yanis Marshall

at Broadway Dance Center in NYC

Savoy Ballroom: “The Home Of Happy Feet”

Photo: Awning of the Savoy Ballroom in Harlem, New York.

The Savoy Ballroom (1926-1958), famously known as “the home of happy feet,” was a world renowned dance ballroom in Harlem, New York. The “world’s finest ballroom” scaled a full city block, from 140th to 141st streets on Harlem’s Lenox Avenue, and was two story’s high, it’s signature marquee stretching well over the sidewalk and nearby stores.

Founded by Moe Gale, a Jewish man, and managed by Charles Buchanan, a Black man, the Savoy from its inception was the first and only integrated dance ballrooms in the whole of New York. On the “track,” its block long dance floor, working class African-American Harlemites and wealthy whites from downtown would lindy hop, jitterbug jive, and rhumboogie the night away under the same lavish cut-glass chandelier.

Gif: 1920s Couple doing the Lindy Hop.

The Savoy Ballroom attracted the talents of jazz and bebop greats like Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Art Blakley, Teddy Hill, Johnny Hodges and Thelonious Monk. So great was the dance scene at the Savoy Ballroom, some of the clubs most talented dancers ended up performing in theaters across the world and in feature films.

Photo: Hodges, Johnny Savoy Ballroom (Lenox Avenue, Harlem, New York), Duke Ellington Collection, Archives Center, National Museum of American History.

The drag of the Great Depression and technological advancements in radios and record players made dancing at home and at smaller and cheaper venues more popular. The Savoy closed in 1958 and demolished in 1959 to make way for the Delano Village housing development, known today as Savoy Park. A commemorative plaque was erected in the Savoy’s memory in 2002. The ceremony was attended by swing legends Frankie Manning and Norma Miller, and enthusiast from around the world.

Photo:  Plaque commemorating the Savoy Ballroom in Harlem, NYC., Lukeholladay.