wtfatticus:
âitâs a catchy song! haters, all of you.â he watches as her cheeks grow pink, a small smile gracing his features. âwhoâs your friend? iâll fight them. iâll fight for you.â his breath hitches in his throat as the girl steps closer and he moves a hand towards the base of her neck, letting his thumb run along her jaw. âyouâve got a death wish,â he mumbled before leaning down and pressing a kiss against her lips.
âitâs horrible, and only good when youâre six shots in.â her eyes roll as she laughs. âplease donât fight anyone. like i said     iâd rather not have you six feet under.â she sucks in a quiet breath as his thumb runs along her jaw, her own hands coming up to grasp his suit jacket lightly. âworth it,â itâs mumbled before his lips met hers, and areumâs kissing back immediately, her lips quirking up as she does so. finally.














