this is how he dance in a club

wheres that one green text post from 4chan of the guy that was at the club and didnt know how to dance so he just did a bunch of gun reload animations from different games

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Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that 

“No thank you” is what I should’ve said, I should be in bed
But temptations of trouble on my tongue, troubles yet to come

One sip, bad for me
One hit, bad for me
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily
And no thank you is how it should’ve gone
I should stay strong

But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that

- “Weak” by AJR

Okay, but how about some pre-Kerberos stuff? @keepleaves and I had some ideas for Keith and Shiro during their time at the Galaxy Garrison.

And I totally headcanon that they didn’t like eachother at first, because Keith was just an unbearable brat and Shiro was too uptight for his own good. But with time they got along with eachother and even became friends. Until that one night where Keith decided to go and take Shiro out clubbing. He needed to learn how to unwind or else Keith was sure he’d get a heart attack one day. It was a good plan he thought and Shiro couldn’t say no to Keith - no matter how much he wanted to. He was so so weak for this boy.

But since they both suck at dancing they ended up drinking at random bars instead and - since they both were too drunk to get back into their quarters without getting caught - went to spend the night in the shack Keith found earlier that year.

And that’s how Shiro realized he’d always be weak for Keith. No matter what kind of shitty adventures he dragged Shiro into. Whether it was burning their exercise books after finals, going out clubbing on fucking wednesday, drinking too much, spending the night together on a ratty futon bed or crawling into eachothers lap and having a drunk-as-hell make-out session, because damn. He’d always be weak for Keith, because that night he realized, that he’d fallen in love.

Everyday I’m reminded of the beauty in the LGBTQ community.

I see it in the tear streaked faces of two young girls in the audience. Their hair is wild and their eyes electric and they kiss. They kiss with the unbridled syrup sweet passion you can only taste when you are young and in love.

I see it in the wrinkled hands of a man fastening a jacket he designed himself. He laughs and tells me if I care to hear it, he’ll tell me about the years he spent in the Lower East Side designing clothes for drag queens. The hours he’d lay on the floor and laugh while they sang and sauntered and how they looked 20 feet tall like gods among men towering in their heels through the wooden apartment floors. How they’d tackle every stair of a 6 floor walk up apartment in their stilettos and strip off the jackets he’d make them; leaving them safe on an arm chair.

I hear it on the dance floor, and the radio. Beats and movements curated and designed and popularized by gay clubs across the world, many like Pulse, in Florida. When the DJs knew they’d struck a hit once the bodies gyrated, and sweat, and interlocked across the floor.

I feel it in the swing of the songs that dominate my favorite playlists, all of them in some way spun from the spider web of the Blues; the music genre that laid the foundation for modern rock, hip hop, and pop. Lady lovin’ Ma Rainey sang the sorrows of her heart with such soul that moved across sound waves for generations since.

I see it in the smile of a young trans woman in the mirror of a department store on Melrose Ave. She runs her hands along the fabric of her dress and gives a half hearted twirl. Her friends cheer and whistle and laugh and she picks up speed. Her skirt goes round and round and she spins with vigor and with intention. She lands dizzy and stumbling in the lap of her friend and tells the salesperson with a grin “I’ll take it!”

I read it in the lines of my favorite authors. Men and women who knew pain unlike any other. Who felt the lightning strike through their bodies every night they slept away from their lovers. How it infiltrated to their fingertips and formed words and poems no one could birth without knowing the pain of being split in two. Ripped apart like thick alabaster pages and bleeding like ink from a quill.

I feel it to my core in memories of the first time I kissed a girl. It trembles in my nervous lips. I see it in her shiny red hair and it burst forth from every freckle across her nose. I smell it in the humid air fogging up the windows of a cabin in the woods. And it rustles through our soft breath shimmering through the kind of quiet you can only catch in the forest.

And so I shout it. As loud as I can. In my lyrics. In my art. In a rainbow flag waving across thousands of pixels across my stage. I shout it in the faces of the oppressors and I shout it hand in hand with both my beautiful young fans, and the queer folk that I look up to everyday.

Our beauty is in every corner of the world. In the fabric of our past. In the glimmer of our vibrant future. We are beautiful. And I am so in love with everything you are and everything you have ever been. This is my love letter to you.

- Halsey’s love letter to the LGBTQ community

A sampling of some of the many, many universes in which Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki didn’t somehow manage to avoid each other for TEN+ YEARS and are already happily married (Inspired in part by the musings of @kiaronna and @pearlo on this topic from this post):

  • In 2010, Viktor is leaving an Olympic after party because it has just more or less dissolved into an orgy and that’s not Really his scene. In this universe, he decides not to go back to his room and instead finds his way to an outdoor seating area, which is not very heavily utilized given the fact that it’s February. There is only one other person out there–an athlete with his back turned, curled up onto a bench. The lettering on his jacket says Japan.
    “Mind if I join?” he asks, and the other man turns to reveal dark hair and the deepest eyes Viktor has ever seen.
    “Oh,” he squeaks. “No. Go ahead.”
    They sit, and talk, and three hours later exchange phone numbers. Instead of going to America to train, Yuuri Katsuki goes to Russia to train under Yakov Feltsman. He takes National gold in 2011 and marries Viktor in 2012.
  • Phichit accidentally posts a video of Yuuri doing a bit of Viktor’s 2013 free skate to Instagram, instead of the hamster video he meant to post. The video makes its way through the figure skating grapevine until, obviously, reaching Viktor. Viktor immediately DM’s Phichit, begging to know who the man in the video is.
    Yuuri wakes up to six missed calls, 609 Instagram notifications, 49 texts and a DM from Viktor Nikiforov.
    “I WAS ASLEEP FOR AN HOUR,” he shrieks.
    Phichit takes complete credit for their marriage in his speech at their wedding less than a year later.
  • Through the careful and judicious saving of money for several years, and because in at least one timeline the main waterline in the onsen and the transmission on the family car don’t go kaput in the same year, Yuuri’s family is able to send him to one of Yakov Feltsman’s ice skating boot camps when he is fourteen years old.
    Viktor is there, all shining hair and huge smile and new celebrity. He has just placed at the Turin Olympics and is on his way to becoming a Russian household name, and Yuuri has been in love with him for two years already.
    “Yuuri!” Viktor coos across the ice, over the heads of the fifteen other skaters in the bootcamp. “Keep your hips even! It won’t make it so hard to turn into your Axel!”
    “Yuuri! Don’t hunch your shoulders on the spread eagle!”
    “Yuuri! Your thigh should be parallel to the ice on that sitspin!”
    “He’s incredibly skilled for his age,” Lilia tells Yakov in the back of the rink one day. “And Vitya has been behaving remarkably well, since he came here.” She fixes her eyes on Yakov, deep and determined. “He’ll be old enough to make his senior debut next year. If we groom him through his last year of juniors, he could bronze in his first GPF, or better. I want him, Yasha.”
    Yakov Feltsman is not in the habit of denying his wife those few things she asks of him.
    Yuuri Katsuki returns home after that bootcamp to pack his things and collect his dog and hug his parents goodbye.
    “I’ll take good care of him, Mr. and Mrs. Katsuki,” Viktor assures from a Skype call. “He’ll be getting the best training in the world. I even have a poodle, so Vicchan won’t be lonely during the day!”
    Hiroko and Toshiya just smile knowingly.
    Yuuri Katsuki is newly fifteen when he moves to Russia and begins sharing a condo with Viktor Nikiforov. He is sixteen when he wins his first GPF silver, and eighteen when the Vancouver Olympics roll around and he stands below his best friend on the podium and accepts silver for Japan as Viktor accepts gold.
    He is nineteen when, after five years of glances and touches and shared secrets and tears and laughter, Viktor pulls him into bed.
    “About time,” is the general consensus to that.
    They have only been dating, dating-dating, for five months when Viktor asks him to marry him.
    “I know it’s quick,” Viktor says, “but I feel like–I feel like we’ve known each other all our lives, anywa, so what’s the point in waiting?”
    Yuuri, of course, feels the same way.
  • Viktor makes a split-second decision to touch up his make-up before a press conference at the Trophee de France 2011, and as he’s patting the sweat marks off his temples hears the definite sound of someone crying.
    “Um,” he announces to the otherwise silence bathroom. “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah!” comes the answer, shrill. “I’m totally fine!”
    “You don’t sound fine,” Viktor says, and ducks his head to see which stall has feet under it. In the last stall, he sees a pair of badly-abused sneakers. He straightens up and knocks on the door. “I’ll leave you alone if you want me to, but I can–if you want, I can show you a better place to cry. Than here.”
    It takes a moment, but the door opens. The man in front of him has watery eyes and puffy red cheeks and Viktor isn’t sure he has ever found someone so beautiful.
    “Okay,” he whispers, and Viktor leads him onto the roof where instead of crying, he stares out over the skyline and tells Viktor about his home town.
    Viktor never does discover why Yuuri was crying, but he does get his phone number–and he does visit his hometown with him, a year later, to tell Yuuri’s family that they’ve decided to get married.
  • Yuuri is somehow convinced by Phichit to go out with a group after Skate America in 2013–Phichit is in his element, leading people around the city with expansive gestures and the effortless social confidence Yuuri has come to know of his best friend. 
    “You’re from this city too, aren’t you?” asks someone at Yuuri’s shoulder, and Yuuri turns from Phichit’s monologue to see Viktor Nikiforov of all people. Yuuri, distantly in the back of his mind, realizes that he didn’t see Viktor before because he is wearing a hat, scarf, and enormous sunglasses.
    “Um, not from here,” Yuuri says, trying not to squeak, “but I–we both live here, Phichit and I.”
    “But you know the city,” Viktor says, “so that means you would know a place where I can get the most disgustingly greasy food imaginable and you and I can go there and my coach never needs to know?”
    “Yes,” Yuuri says immediately, because he may be timid around most people, and especially around his idol, but he has more than enough sense to realize that His Time Has Come. “I can absolutely do that.”
    Yuuri takes Viktor to American Coney Island, where they eat loose burgers and chili fries and drink diet coke, which is the only cession to their diets.
    “Oh Yuuri,” Viktor laughs at the end of the night, a speck of chili cheese still at the corner of his mouth, “I could fall in love with a man like you.”
    And he does.
  • Celestino wins a radio lottery and receives tickets to Champions on Ice in Las Vegas–he decides to take Yuuri and a rinkmate. Yuuri’s rinkmate is nice, but he doesn’t know her very well, and he’s several years younger. She also has friends in Nevada who she wants to meet up with, and Yuuri doesn’t know anybody in the state for obvious reasons. On the first day they are there, Yuuri’s rinkmate disappears with her friends and Celestino takes his wife and goes exploring on the strip. Yuuri stays in his room and plays Pokemon and Skypes his mother.
    On the second day, Yuuri goes shopping for souvenirs for Yuuko and his family, and stares far too long at the billboard of Viktor Nikiforov’s face that is advertising the ice show. That night, he debates which of the three posters he brought with him he should bring to have Viktor sign, before deciding on none–the odds that he will meet Viktor Nikiforov tonight are practically not any higher than they were when the were on opposite sides of the world, and Celestino won’t want to wait in the long autograph lines.
    “Don’t you want an autograph, Yuuri?” Celestino asks after the show, and Yuuri thinks it’s nice of him even though they both know that the polite thing to do is say no.
    “No,” Yuuri says, staring at the long line, and continues out of the building. 
    They branch off then–Celestino has dinner plans with his wife, and Yuuri’s rinkmate is meeting back up with her friends for some clubbing.
    Yuuri is walking back to the hotel when he bumps headlong into somebody’s solid chest.
    “Oh, sorry,” they say, and steady him with hands on his shoulders. Yuuri looks up and finds the same icey blue eyes frm that billboard yesterday staring back at him.
    “Oh,” Yuuri whispers, wide-eyed. “You’re–”
    “Shhh,” whispers Viktor Nikiforov, pressing a finger to his own lips. “Don’t give it away, I’m hiding. 
    “VITYA,” someone from the alley leading back towards the ice center screams.
    “Come on,” Viktor laughs, and tugs Yuuri away by the hand. 
    It’s the spring before Viktor will cut his hair, and it flies out behind him in a magnificent cascade as they run.
    They find their way into a club, where Viktor buys them drinks and laughs and laughs no matter what Yuuri is saying, and then drags him out onto the dance floor. Yuuri has not yet met Phichit Chulanont, who will drag him to pole dancing classes and teach him how to move his hips like a weapon, but he and Viktor get by in the crush of bodies, pushing against each other.
    “I think I love you,” Viktor breaths against his neck, and they’re both three sheets to the wind, but Viktor is Russian and Yuuri is a college student and their tolerance is astronomical. They aren’t even stumbling. “I know we only just met, but I think I love you.”
    “Then let’s get married,” Yuuri blurts before he can help it, and Viktor beams.
    “Yes!” he cries. “Yes, let’s do that!”
    It isn’t hard to find a place that will marry them–even though Viktor’s signature on the certificate looks more like a drawing of a tree, and even though Yuuri’s tie ends up around his forehead halfway through the ceremony.
    In the morning, Yuuri wakes up with the worst hangover of his life, fully-clothed next to Viktor Nikiforov, and says, “We can–this happens all the time, we can have it annulled.”
    Viktor stares down at the ring on his finger, tangled hair all over one shoulder. Yuuri realizes that he doesn’t even rememer where the rings came from. How much did they cost? 
    “I would rather not, if that’s okay,” Viktor murmurs, and so they don’t.
    Yuuri carries out the rest of the year in Detroit, wearing the ring around his neck on a chain and thinking about his husband, half a world away, waiting for him.
Undercover ~ BTS!Mafia AU Pt. 1

Thank you for 2,000! We hope you enjoy! - The Admins

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the leader of a Mafia. He’s a drug lord, rich, and a murderer. And you? You’re just (Y/N). But to Jungkook you’re his everything, and he will do anything he can to keep you safe.

Type: A bit of everything

Warnings for this part: Guns, SMUT!, Blood, shitty fight scenes (i tried bro), language, drugs, angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. BTS

MASTERLIST

PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7


You had just gotten off of work and headed over to Jimin’s place. You hadn’t talked to him all day and decided you’d pay him a surprise visit. You used your key to unlock the door and set your bag down on the small table next to it. 

You had barely taken a few steps into the house when you heard a moan, Jimin’s moan. ‘He’s probably masturbating’ You thought, it wasn’t the first time you had walked in on him jerking off. 

He did it when he was impatient and you’d always come home at just the right time to be able to help him. You smiled to yourself and slipped off your shoes before walking towards his door at the end of the hall.

As you went to grab the handle you heard another moan, a woman’s moan. ‘Is he watching porn?’ You thought and grabbed onto the knob. 

“Oh Jimin! Right there!” A woman cried, you could tell he was having sex with her, the noises of skin slapping got louder. 

You opened the door and saw a sight that you would never forget. A woman was underneath Jimin, her legs were out and he was thrusting into her quickly while letting out those grunts that made you so wet. But you were just disgusted. Hearing those noises made you want to puke. 

You watched in shock as he used a hand to grab onto her breast and squeeze her nipple while the other moved down and he used his thumb to rub her clit. His back was facing you and she had her eyes closed, she was moaning too loudly to even hear you walk into the room. 

She was right on the brink of her orgasm when you almost screamed. 

“REALLY JIMIN?!” He had one last snap of his hips that made her orgasm before he quickly pulled out and stared at you. You watched as she squirted all over him and the sheets and gagged. 

“Wait! (Y/N)!” He got up and followed you as you ran down the hallway. His dick was red and hard, standing against his lower stomach but that was the last of his worries. 

“I-I can explain.” He stuttered, surprised that he had been caught. This wasn’t the first time he was fucking another girl, this had been going on for a while. Hell, he had been having sex with multiple girls all at once, he had been getting bored of (Y/N). 

You shook your head and said nothing while tears streamed down your face, your hands shook as you grabbed your shoes and slid them on your feet. 

“(Y/N), listen.” His hand reached out to grab yours and you flinched and slapped his hand away. 

“Don’t touch me! Don’t…” You grabbed your bag and he ran a hand through his hair. 

“Please! Let me talk.” You could barely see clearly from the tears in your eyes. 

“No, I don’t wanna hear it.” You opened the door and ran down the hallway to the elevator, quickly closing the doors before Jimin could make it to you. 

You ran out of the apartment complex, barely making it out of the doors before throwing up on the grass. Everything you had eaten came up and you were dizzy while walking to your car. 

You took a minute and wiped away your tears and went home, never speaking a word to Park Jimin again.

11 months had passed since you’d said a word to Jimin. You came back the next day, collected all of your things you had left at his place, giving him back the shirts you took from him and walked passed him and didn’t look back. 

3 months after he had cheated, you went on a date with Jungkook and things went on from there. You had met Jungkook through Jimin and became your best friend. Whenever you and Jimin argued, you’d step outside and call Jungkook, letting out all of your problems. 

You haven’t had sex since the last time you and Jimin had slept together and that was nearly 3 weeks before you caught him cheating. 

Jungkook was rich, but you weren’t dating him for the money. When you met him, he looked like complete shit. Hair messy and unwashed, his eyes were bloodshot and he had bags underneath them. His shirt was wrinkled and he had dried up tears on his face. He walked in on you and Jimin watching a movie and told Jimin about how his girlfriend had broken up with him. 

He asked you on a date when you were complaining about being tired of being alone. You were tired of staying in bed all the time, crying because of your heartbreak. But Jungkook, he was everything you wanted and more. 

Jimin was great at first, but near the end of your relationship, you barely talked to each other anymore. 

Jungkook made you feel special, he got you what you want and simply asked for your love in return. You made it clear to him that you didn’t want the money, he was what you wanted. 


And now you were here today. 

Another day on the job. You lead another family to a table and handed them their menu’s. A dad, and two children. You politely smiled and rejected him when he asked you out on a date, stating you had a boyfriend. 

He smiled in understanding and proceeded to talk to his children. ‘If only more people here were like that’ you thought to yourself while going to hand their orders to the chef. 

Most of the men that went here were with their girlfriends and snuck over you on their way to the bathroom, trying to cop a feel. 

A few girls had even hit on you before, they stared and bit their lips, admiring your body from head to toe. But you also rejected, again stating you had a boyfriend. 

When your shift was over, you said goodnight to everyone and made your way home to your apartment. You said hello to the friendly old lady who was working on opening her door, her poor old shaky hands struggling with putting the key in the hole. You watched as she walked in and then walked into your apartment. You turned on the lights and kicked off your shoes, stretching before laying down on your couch. 

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and read the text messages from your friends and quickly replied before shooting a text message to Jungkook. 

‘Just got off work. How was your day?’ 


Jungkook was currently at one of his clubs with Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Jimin was dealing cocaine, laughing and joking around with one of their clients. Jungkook was sat in a chair, silently watching everyone closely. 

Yoongi had a girl on his lap, she was grinding against him while they made out. Music was blaring and some other people were dancing. 

Hoseok was in another room, having sex with one of his usual girls. When the DJ would switch the songs, you could hear their moans, she was literally screaming. 

Jungkooks phone vibrated when he noticed something odd. One of his clients had a gun tucked into his belt, which was strictly against the rules. No one but Jungkook and a few others were allowed to carry a gun on them while at the clubs. 

Jungkook got up and walked over to Jimin, putting his hand on his shoulder and tapping his finger 3 times. This was their signal. Jimin shrugged his arm off of his shoulder and when they made eye contact, Jungkook’s hand made it’s way to his gun. 

Jimin’s hand reached into his pocket and wrapped around the handle of a knife and by this time their ‘clients’ had noticed what they were doing. 

In a second, guns were raised. 

Yoongi and the girl had broken up, he was stood next to her, gun raised and she had one in her hand also. Namjoon was aimed at the one who was aiming at Yoongi. 

Jimin made the first move and quickly stabbed his knife into the man’s gut that was standing behind him. His arm shot up, hitting his arm so the gun went off and the bullet went into the ceiling. 

Jungkook quickly shot the next two, one of their bullets grazing his shoulder. Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and the other female shot at a few other people. Jungkook shot at their leader but missed. 

He knocked the gun out of Jungkooks hand and he was just left with his hands. The man named Sooyoung stabbed the knife into Jungkook’s thigh, and Jungkook yelled at the pain. 

Jungkook punched him in the jaw knocking Sooyoung back. Jimin had just finished pulling his knife out of the chest of another man and threw it at Sooyoung, and it landed in his shoulder. 

Blood was soaking Jungkooks pant leg as he pushed Sooyoung down to the ground and straddled his waist so he couldn’t move. He pulled the knife out of his shoulder and stabbed him right in his chest. 

Sooyoung’s white dress shirt was soaked with blood and Jungkook got off of him, wiping his forehead but smearing blood on it. Jimin opened the door and yelled for everyone to get out so he and the others stayed behind to clean. 

“Jungkook, what happened?” Yoongi asked, looking over his body. 

“Stab wound to my thigh, I think that’s it.” He replied while staring at the dying body below him. Sooyoung coughed and tried to reach for a gun that was laying on the ground but Jungkook kicked it away with his foot and the remaining life left in Sooyoung slipped away. 

Jungkook took a seat and Namjoon already knew what to do. His hand wrapped around the handle tightly and the other pushed on Jungkook’s thigh. 

“Three.. Two..” Namjoon didn’t even get to one before he pulled the knife out and immediately started applying pressure. 

“Fuck!” Jungkook yelled and grabbed onto the arms of the chair. Namjoon’s hands were covered with blood and he bit his lip as Jungkook struggled to stay conscious. Yoongi grabbed onto Jungkook’s sleeve and ripped it so he could tie it around his thigh tightly. 

“I need to see (Y/N),” Jungkook said standing up and using the wall to stay stable. 

“What Jungkook? No, you need medical attention.” Namjoon said, stepping in front of the door. 

“Let me see (Y/N)!” He said sternly before pushing Namjoon out of the way and limping out to his ride. He paid someone to drive him to her apartment and by the time he arrived it was 2 in the morning. 


A tired (Y/N) opened the door and she was in one of his t-shirts. “Jungkook?” You gasped and pulled him inside quickly. 

“What happened?“ 

”(Y/N), I need help.“ He avoided your question and you led him into the bathroom and slowly stripped him of his clothes. 

He sat there in his boxers as you wiped away the blood from him and grabbed your first-aid kit from underneath the sink. You used some alcohol to clean where the bullet grazed his shoulder and you almost cried when you saw his thigh. 

“Jesus.” You whispered and very slowly dabbed the alcohol onto it in which Jungkook tried his best not to yell. 

“I need stitches.” He could barely speak and you nodded and grabbed a needle and thread and tried the best you possibly could. 

When you were finished, Jungkook was laid in your bed and you were cleaning the blood in the bathroom. 

“You doing okay?” You asked when you stepped back into the room. 

“For now.” He nodded, the pain meds were finally kicking in. 

“Now, tell me what the fuck happened to you.“ 

He said nothing.

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked patiently at Jungkook.

“Look Jun-”

Originally posted by adoring-fictional-characters

Stiles laid back against the sheets, staring up at the uneven surface of the ceiling. The words fell from his lips before he could stop them, “Hey, Derek, have you ever kissed a guy?”

Stiles’ heart lurched as he realised what he had said.

Derek thought about it for a moment, lying still next to Stiles. He replied, “No, I haven’t. I have done some things - dancing at clubs, drinking with guys and some… intimacies - but no, I haven’t ever kissed a guy.”

“Have you ever wanted to?” Stiles asked. “Like, to see how it felt? To know whether you get that flutter in your stomach or that warmth?”

“I don’t know,” Derek admitted. “I guess it depends.”

Stiles rolled onto his side, his whiskey-coloured eyes meeting Derek’s gaze, his rosy pink lips growing closer as he said, “If I, a guy, were to kiss you right now, would you want me to?”

Derek wanted as Stiles’ lips quivered with his warm breath. He swallowed hard, losing himself in the golden depths of Stiles’ eyes.

“I guess it depends,” Derek repeated.

“On what?”

“On whether it means something,” Derek whispered. “On whether you like me or I like you. If not, then it’s just a kiss; it means nothing.”

“And if it means something?”

Derek’s heart beat against his chest, his ribs aching as his mind screamed at him to end the torment, lean forward and seize Stiles before he lost his opportunity.

“Does it mean something?” Stiles asked before Derek could. “If I were to say I liked you, would you-?”

Stiles’ question fell short as Derek cupped the back of his head and pulling him closer. He brought their lips together, shattering the tension as Stiles relaxed into the kiss.

It was a blistering warmth and a flutter in his stomach, but at the same time it felt so right; it felt normal, like this is how it should be.

After a moment, Derek broke away from the kiss.

Stiles rested his forehead against Derek’s their shaky breaths mingling and playing across their lips.

“I’d say it back,” Derek confessed.

A sweet smile lifted the corners of Stiles’ lips as he craned his neck and brought their lips together again in a tender, slow kiss.

Bygones of the Sun | 03 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 7.8k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark. 

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? 

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times. 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!! 

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Originally posted by luvinchris

“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

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Tricks (Part 1)

Request: Hello! How are you? Could I request a Joker x Reader where the he and his friends are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and joker ends up betting he can seduce the reader. They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of a ‘10 things I hate about you’ scenario haha Thanks lovie

A/N: I COMPLETELY fell in love with this idea this is cute AS FUCK. Part 1 of ??

Pairing: Joker x reader 

Summary: Joker makes a bet he can seduce the reader but finds out he’s met his match. 

Warnings: Sexual implications? Probably swearing? Joker stuff. 

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

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Dance With Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 2722

Warnings: Pure Filth, NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, More Filth

Notes: #SorryNotSorry

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anonymous asked:

Did the person who spoke to Louis at the club say anything about Eleanor? Like were they for real dancing and trying to act like a couple ? I guess I just find it so wrong to bring a beard to a gay bar because people who go to gay bars are "proud" , bringing a beard to a gay bar is a huge contradiction. I just wonder how he acts, or if oli was there with him.

If she was there, it seems like they only had eyes for him! ;) But I haven’t heard specifically. I think it’s likely that she was there. They’d need deniability in case some photo would pop up. What boyfriend goes out clubbing, gay club or not, without his girlfriend, on her birthday, on a weekend break? Sure, it’s a bit gross that she would go to a gay club where people celebrate gay life while she makes a living out of preventing it, but that’s just life.

anonymous asked:

PT1: I was a Harrie, I knew he wasn't a het & supported him because he took pride in who he was under the circumstances. However I HATED Louis. Couldn't stand him for just one reason, the fact that he was a homophoeb. I was never fully in the fandom, just kept tabs inn harry and with that you'd see the headlines of Louis. How he broke of a friendship because of gay rumors etc. nonetheless, funnily enough instead of meeting Harry I met Louis and I think I'll hate myself for what I said for the+

Pt2: Rest of my life… I was w my friends celebrating a bachelorette party in Vegas. In this high end club, as you have it Louis was there as well, & I was mad. He was there with his boys nursing drinks and dancing a little. I didn’t watch him the whole night because quiet frankly I was pissed (not to mention my friend was marrying her girlfriend) I went to the bar to order some more drinks & he did as well. He was right beside me & he smiled and asked how I was doing. I snorted right to+

To his face & said something along the lines of “horribly now that a homophobe is talking to me.” And let me tell you, his face literally broke, and my heart did as well , he stuttered and looked at me in shock. Instead of apologizing I said “I love your bandmate for making me feel accepted, you just let me feel isolated and bluntly said wrong.” . He was still so sad and just smiled and said ‘I’m sorry.“ & left. His drinks forgotten until Oli got them. Oli did stare at me and then sighed & +

Pt3: Said ‘don’t believe everything you read,’ . It sat wrong with me for the longest time until I started googling about louis Tomlinson instead of Harry and goddamn it, I had no clue he was forced in the closet, that he was stripped away from his very vibrant rainbow colors & if there’s a way i'all sell my soul to apologize. He deserves all the love and the fact that some think of him as I did breaks me. I’m now a Louie Harrie Larry yet I’ve got the softest side for Louis.  

Under My Protection

 Requested by anon: jared leto joker drabble 34 please and thankyou - haley 

 Pairing: Joker X Reader

 Word count: 837

 Drabble:  He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.

 Part 2


 You and Harley have been best friends since you gave her shelter when Batman was after her. That was two years ago. Since then, she has been trying to drag you into her world. You can’t lie, you kinda like it. The loud music, the long nights and the expensive gifts she always brings you.

 Right now you hear her, breaking in your apartment again. At 3 a.m. Groaning and tossing around, you hope she’s just looking for something. But of course not.

 “Wake up! Wake up!” She swings the door open, making you jump on the bed and sit up. “Guess who you’ll meet tonight?”

 “Who?” You ask in a sleepy voice.

 “My ex.” Her bright smile doesn’t fade. Harley broke up definitely with the Joker.

 The Joker. Like, the baddest of the bad. You never saw the man and you honestly don’t want to. It’s good to know that Harley finally got over him, and now they’re just partners in crime.

 “I don’t want to meet him.” You push her away playfully when she jumps in your bed. “You can go and tell him I said ‘hi’.”

 “No. You’re coming. Now go and put on that dress I gave you.”

 Arguing with Harley is useless, so you get up and take a quick shower. She gave you many dresses. You choose the purple one, wich you haven’t wear yet. With a sigh, you leave the bathroom, just to put another smile on your friend’s face.

 “That’s how I like it. This will be a funny night.”

 “I know.”


 The car is stolen, that’s obvious. When she stops, you can’t help but beg her to take you back home. But no. Harley drags you through alleys and them downstairs until the most ridiculous dance club you’ve ever seen. Everything seems expensive, and these people seem to be very, very rich.

 “Holy shit. There are, like… People from the government here.”

 “Well, just don’t tell anyone.”

 You’d answer, but Harley screams. She guides you throughout the endless tables and many girls to what seems to be the backstage.

 “He doesn’t live here, so don’t ask him that.” That’s when you notice that she’s knocking on a wooden door. Soon enough someone opens it.

 “So you brought me a gift.” The man stares down at you, funny eyes and a weird smile. The Joker is even scarier in person.

 “She’s not a gift. She’s (Y/N). Remember?”

 “Such a pretty little thing…” When he allows you both to walk in, you pretend not to be surprised. Three dead bodies beside his huge desk, and lots of different guns on it.

 “Now. Let’s get to business.” Harley says in a singsong voice.

 “No. I want to get to know this friend of yours.” Joker sits on the couch, ignoring the men who come to drag the corpses to God knows where.

 They both keep staring, waiting for you to say something.

 “What? You’re a freaking villain, I don’t know what to say.” Rolling your eyes, you sit on his desk, not bothering to ask for permission. “This is insane. Three dead men? Seriously?”

 “Oh, she’s so sweet, isn’t she?” Harley grabs Joker’s arm and shakes it. But his eyes don’t leave you until it starts to feel uncomfortable.

 “Yes, she is.”

 His low voice sends shivers down your spine. Crossing your legs, you clean your throat, trying to make this weird sensation go away.

 “So. You two have business?”

 “Yes. I actually have business with many people, as you can see.” Joker stands up, walking up to his desk.

 Choosing to be smart, you jump to the ground, but when you step away from the desk, he stops right before you, blocking your way. His eyes are locked on yours, so you can’t help being a bit scared.

 “Let me…”

 His cold fingers touch your chin, caressing your skin.

 “I have dangerous people coming and I don’t want you anywhere near them.” Joker turns to face Harley, who’s still sitting there, a smile on her lips. “Take her home, Harley. She’s under my protection.”

 Before you could say anything, Harley takes you by the hand and drags you out the club. You wanted to stay. To see those men, to see more of Joker.

 Harley gladly drives you home through the dark and empty streets of Gotham.

 “Sooooooo. Did you like him?”

 “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” You take a deep breath. She wouldn’t let it go. “But yes, I guess he’s not that… bad.”

 “I knew it! I rather him to date you than any of those bitches.” She turns left, forcing you to hold onto your seat.

 “Okay then.”

 “I’m not gonna be the only one breaking into your apartment at 3 a.m. now.”

 You can’t help but laugh. This life isn’t for you, well, that’s what you tell yourself every night. But you have to admit: it does make you feel alive. Now you can barely wait for Joker to break into your apartment.

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.9]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, light smut

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“My mom wants me to become more involved at the school,” you sighed, walking with Taehyung to P.E.

The last few days your mom had been hinting that she wanted you to become involved, “like your brother”. You’d done your best to act clueless in order to get her to drop the subject, but she’d finally confronted you and outright told you that she wanted you to become more involved.

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【A.R.M.Y 1기 BTS MAGAZINE Vol.1】BTS interview

Q: What was your childhood dream job? You know people dreamt of becoming the President, policeman and teacher etc.

V: Doctor.

Jimin: I changed it a lot. I changed every day as I read manhwa. I wanted to become a chef when I was reading ‘Cooking Master Boy’.

Jungkook: Professional gamer.

Rap Monster: Everyone probably dreamt of being a professional gamer.

Suga: I wanted to become an architect.

Rap Monster: It doesn’t suit you at all!

All: (laughs)

Suga: I don’t know why I wanted to become an architect. I remember when I was in primary school and I said architect is my dream job. 

All: Why? What’s the reason?

Suga: I was properly wondering whether the word ‘architect’ exists or not (laughs) I still don’t know why that was my dream job. 

Jin: I wanted to become a farmer. When I was in middle school, I went to help in my uncle’s farm in the countryside. I fell in love with the atmosphere and the peacefulness of the countryside that I felt back then. 

J-Hope: Wow, this hyung is so pure. Is being a farmer still your dream?

Jin: If there’s a chance, I still want to farm.

V: I’m the same with Jin hyung. My uncle is also…

All: Oh~ Is he farming? 

V: He’s a doctor.

Rap Monster: How is doctor and farmer the same occupation?

V: I mean we were both influenced by our uncles.

All: (laughs)

V: Once I was sick and I went to see my hospital uncle.

Jin: What the heck is 'hospital uncle’, it should be doctor uncle (ㅋㅋㅋ)

Rap Monster: I have a plane uncle.

V: Anyway, I was in pain and crying. I went to see my uncle, he wore a mask, white gown and had gloves on, he looked so cool. That’s why I wanted to become a doctor. 

J-Hope: You guys probably don’t believe me but I wanted to become a tennis player. I played tennis in primary school. 

All: Stop. How long are you going to keep talking about (becoming a) tennis player (ㅋㅋㅋ).

J-Hope: Ah~ I haven’t participated in the ISAC games but I did sports when I was a child! 

Suga: Do you still remember when we went to Thailand and we played tennis there, you weren’t extremely that good (laughs).

J-Hope: Of course! I haven’t played for 7 years~ It’s just a dream, dream! My dream. Back then, I really wanted to become a tennis player, so I worked very hard. My wish was to be like Maria Yuryevna Sharapova, hitting the ball into the air while saying 'oh-i’. 

Suga: You suit to be like 'euhahaha’ while playing it. 

All: (laughs)

Rap Monster: My dream was to be the apartment’s security guard.

All: How come? What made you decide to be that?

Rap monster: One day, I came home from school and a young ahjussi asked me: “have you eaten yet?” It was so cool. 

Jin: So “have you eaten” was cool? 

Jimin: He fell for the uniform.

Rap Monster: I think that’s why (laughs).

J-Hope: My dream was the coolest!

V: Doctor is the coolest~

Jin: Do you know how cool a farmer is. 

Jimin: (suddenly) When I was in middle school, I wanted to become a policeman. 

Jimin: When I was watching the TV, it was so cool to see the policeman having a confrontation with the criminal.

Jungkook: I wanted to become a badminton player.

Jin: You just said you wanted to become a gamer.

Suga: Just say one.

Jungkook: When I was learning badminton, I was really into it.

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y3daner  asked:

top ten times yuuri katsuki was charming without him noticing

Top Ten Times Yuuri Katsuki Was Charming Without Him Noticing:

10) At a competition a little girl got lost and started crying and he calmed her down and let her ride on his shoulders all the way back to the rink when he went to find her parents

9) A fan gave him some artwork to sign and said ‘sorry, it isn’t very good’ and despite being busy and in the middle of signing autographs he still stopped and took a good few minutes to sincerely compliment her work and style which made her blush so badly

8) At college he organised a study group for people who were struggling on his course to share his notes and ended up unofficially tutoring most of them for free and every single person who attended was a least partially in love with him by the end

7) In the skate club in Detroit one of the ice dancers hurt his leg in practice and so Yuuri offered to help the girl who was left without a partner practice her routine by standing in for him even though he was embarrassed that he didn’t really know the moves well. She was incredibly grateful, he learned a bit of ice dancing and every other skater was insanely jealous of her

6) Once a couple proposed in front of him after one of his competitions and he very sweetly congratulated them and offered to take a photo but ended up being in the photo instead at their insistence

5) He did a guest appearance at an ice skating class for children and was really, really good with the kids and encouraging them with their skating and being generally a wonderful teacher and all the young single parents were sighing over him and looking at each other like ‘he’s mine, I’m calling it first, back off’.

4) He donated a lot of money to a dog shelter in Detroit and there were loads of pictures and videos of him there playing with the puppies and everyone’s hearts collectively melted

3) Once a girl at the skating club didn’t have anyone to go to a fancy dance with her and she was embarrassed to go alone. Since Yuuri knew he was a decent dancer he offered to go with her as friends so that she could still go and it was a really sweet and considerate gesture and they spent the evening having fun and owning everyone else in the room with how well they danced. That girl was the one mentioned in chapter 14 who later invited Yuuri and Phichit to her wedding. She met her future wife at that dance, which she wouldn’t have gone to without Yuuri offering to help her out

2) That time he took the triplets backstage in chapter 12 and everyone was like ‘awwww’

1) Every little thing he did that made Viktor fall even more in love with him over the years which was a lot and happened often

What If I Kissed You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Y/L/N, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Brianna Buckmaster  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: A few adultish thoughts, Drunkish!Jensen, tipsy!reader, not much. Mostly fluff.      

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: So I have been writing a lot of angst lately for my series and for and for angst day (yep I am gonna make y’all cry that day). So I kinda needed a change of pace. When I heard Temecula Road’s What if I Kissed You this one shot popped into my mind.

Thanks a billion to the bestest little sister in the world @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me

Note hate against Danneel - I love her. For the purpose of this fic Jensen is single. 

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Being around Y/N on set was bad enough, but tonight it was down right impossible for Jensen to focus on anything else but her. It was a beautiful night in Rome. All his friends, well work friends, were there. Misha and Jared were laughing and talking about something right next to him, but Jensen didn’t pay attention to them at all.

His eyes were solely fixated on Y/N and the way she was laughing and dancing with Brianna. Hell, he couldn’t even hear the music over the sound of her bell like laughter ringing in his ears. He was drunk and not only on the “apple juice”  he had been drinking all day, but on her. She filled his senses and Jensen allowed his mind to wander as he watched how the short summer dress she was wearing clung to her curves in all the right places. Her tanned skin was almost shining in the lights of the club and her hair was swaying with her every movement. She looked happy and free.

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Jealously With a Twist: Shameless Boys

Originally posted by sonorouslove

WARNING:CURSING!

A/N: NOT MY GIFS! Hope you gusy enjoy!

Phillip “Lip"Gallagher:  

You were scrubbing down the tables at Patsy as the dinner rush had finally ended and just as you’d got to your last table you felt someone slowly rub against your back "Oh sorry.” You heard Lip say softly causing you to roll your eyes. He always did little things like this to get your attention by you knew better than to fall into his little games. “Phillip, I will file you for sexual harassment.” You said laughing leaning against the table watching him clean the floor “Why? Don’t act like you don’t like my attention.” He said standing in front of you leaning on the mops handle winking at you “Yeah keep telling yourself that Gallagher.” You said walking away from him and into the back where Sierra was standing with her arms crossed and leg shaking, her relationship with Lip was no secret but you never were one for work gossip. “Can I help you Sierra?” You asked looking at her stance.

“Yeah. What the hell is with your flirting with Lip? He’s off limits.” She snapped at you, if only she knew you didn’t give a shit about anything she had to say “Look, Sierra, if he’s your man control him. I have no interest in him, so relax. Because you’re barking up the wrong tree, don’t forget your son still needs a mother who is in one piece.” You said bumping past her, you were now livid. You come to work to do just that, work not to be caught in a dysfunctional love triangle, you sighed changing out of your uniform just as you were ready to leave you heard Sierra and Lip auguring causing you to roll your eyes and sigh in defeat because if Sierra wasn’t ready to go none of us were “Fuck me man.” You said softly to yourself walking out to try and go home “Do you want her Lip?” You heard Sierra say “What the hell is your problem? We aren’t together, never were. You told me that shit yourself, so why the hell are you acting like this.” You heard Lip say as you sat at the bar stool out of view from them.

“Look if you want to fuck that little whore don’t think you’re coming back to fuck me.” You heard her say and now you were beyond livid just as you were about to defend yourself Lip beat you to it “Watch your fucking mouth. (Y/N) is the kindest person I know, she’s selfless, beautiful and intelligent. She’s is the farthest thing from being a whore, I bet she’s slept with 2 people compared to the 20 you’ve had in your bed. Now let us out so we can go home and I don’t have to hear your shit.” He said slamming his fist on the table “Whatever.” Sierra said unlocking the door watching Lip walk out, you slowly followed not making a sound as Sierra turned her back. You chased after Lip to thank him.

“Yo Phillip Ronan Gallagher! Wait up!” You yelled trying to get his attention, which you succeeded doing yelling out his full name “What’s up.” He said lighting a cigarette in his mouth which you took out as you kissed his cheek. “I wanted to say thank you for defending me back there, it was sweet of you. But don’t think you’re getting anything from me.” You said smiling as you placed the cigarette between his lips carefully.

“You wouldn’t be the girl I knew if you did. Let me walk you home and show you how much of a gentleman I can be.” He said wrapping his jacket around you causing you to laugh “Okay there, let’s not get ahead of yourself Phillip.” You said popping the “P”. “Only you can get away with calling me my first and full name.” He said wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh I’m so special.” You said leaning your head on his chest as you walked together “You sure are.” He said softly as you both continued to walk in silence.


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Ian Gallagher:

You walked into the club not knowing what to expect, and then you saw him. Dancing around on the pole in nothing but speedo looking underwear, your jaw nearly hit the floor watching him until his little routine was over. You then moved over to the bar area to order a drink, without getting ID'ed as you’d expected considering Ian was working here. Underaged. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” You heard the bartender ask sliding your drink towards you “You see the guys with the red hair. He’s what I’m doing here.” You said scoffing as your watched some random guy put money down his underwear “Well I hate to break it to you, but he’s gay and a fine girl like yourself can find a fine man.” He said slyly “Oh like who? You? Give me a break. I know he’s gay, that’s not why I’m here.” You said snapping at the bartender who grabbed your wrist while you tried to walk away “Don’t be so cruel baby.” He said kissing your hand as your tried to break free of his grasp.

“Yo. Fuck off, I know damn well she didn’t ask for your attention.” Ian said grabbing your arm pulling you towards him breaking the bartenders hold. “Well I know she doesn’t need your gay asses attention.” He said sneering “Well this girl just so happens to be the only girl I’d turn straight for, so as I said before Fuck off or you won’t like the consequences.” Ian said lowly and you exactly what was happening to him. “Ian come on screw him, let’s go.” You said pushing his chest softly to move away from the bartender, you successfully got Ian to walk away and as you were walking he placed his hand on your ass and flipped off the bartender causing you to laugh. “I would have to say Gallagher gay or not you are a jealous little fire.” You said laughing as you exited the club “Only for my best friend.” He said smiling which caused you to punch his chest “What the hell?” He asked looking at you with wide eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing dancing ! We talked about this shit! You lied to me!” You yelled throwing a sweater and sweats at him from your bag. You watched him get changed and give you his sad eyes “Yeah. No. Not working, you are in the dog house.” You said wrapping your hand around his waist as if nothing happened “I love you (Y/N).” He sang causing you to roll your eyes “Yeah, yeah Gallagher. I love you too bitch.” You said causing you both to laugh as you walked home.

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Carl Francis Gallagher:

Prom Night. The night of your teen years that you will never forget, the cliche where that night will be the night you will tells the greatest, craziest stories about your adventures. The dress, hair, makeup, and your date but the only problem you had during your prom experience was getting a date last minute. You planned on going with your best friend Carl but last minute he dropped his promise and told you he was going with his ex Dominique, hearing him say that stung a bit in your heart because you felt like no matter who it was you would always come second place in his heart but as a best friend you smiled and told him that he would be most likely to be prom king. “(Y/N), I got your back hon.” you felt a hand on your back, smiling over at your cousin Caleb who agreed to go to prom after Carl said no. “We’re here.. Ready for this?” he said looking over at the school gymnasium that was now flooding with lights.

You nod getting out of the car trying to stay focused on enjoying your “special” night but the only way the night could be something you’d never forget is if Carl had actually came with you and not cheating ass Dominique. You and Caleb walked into the gymnasium and looked around, music, kids grinding on each other, sweat, and bad decisions filled the room and you slowly began to even regret showing up at all but then you saw him. He was standing across from you with his arm around Dominique laughing at something she had said, you smiled looking at the happiness in his eyes and you didn’t want to bother him tonight because he obviously had his reasons for being Dominique and not you. “May I have this dance?” Caleb said holding out his hand laughing as you gladly accepted it “I would be insulted if you didn’t ask.” you said as a slow dance began to play and you started to dance at an acceptable space for relatives only as you began to dance you noticed a pair of eyes watching you, his eyes, they were cold and hurt and before you could mouthed anything to him he had walked out in a fit “Let him go. I’ll go and talk to him okay, cuz.” Caleb said kissing your forehead.

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 “Yo Gallagher! What’s your problem? It’s prom you should be enjoying yourself not sulking out here.” Caleb said walking slowly towards Carl who was leaning against a locker “And who the hell do you think you are? How do you know (Y/N)? I know you’re not her boyfriend.” Carl spat out looking over at Caleb you laughed “If I was it would still be none of your business, seeing as you dropped her last minute to be with your cheatin ass ex, so don’t bother pry into (Y/N) business. Cause if you gave a shit about her you wouldn’t have thrown her to the side.” Caleb said now towering over Carl, full of rage. “Caleb! Carl! What the hell!” you yelled running over to the boys pushing them away from each other “Caleb you said you were going to talk to him, not fight him.” you said looking over at Caleb “Yo, you sent this jackass to talk to me. Fuck do you think I am? Your bitch?” Carl said scoffing behind you causing you to slap him across his face. “Caleb get the car started I’ll be right there.” you said your eyes full on Carl,waiting for Caleb to walk down the hallway.

“Carl Francis Fucking Gallagher. Watch who you spent to with your ‘White Boy Carl’ attitude because you know very well that I hate when you do that shit. You want to ditch me for your cheating ass ex that’s cool. You want to fight my COUSIN that’s cool. But you WILL NOT disrespect me in any way, just because I love you doesn’t mean I’ll allow you to disrespect me. Maybe you and Dom really do deserve each other. So you know what Gallagher? Fuck off. Consider this friendship over.” you said stomping off to the car nearly reaching the front door when you felt the cold locker against your open back “You will not walk away from me. (Y/N).. I’ve had so many people taken from me.. but you… you can’t walk away from me.” Carl said softly laying his head in the crook of your neck “You just can’t be with anyone else.. You can only be with me.. (Y/N) you’re mine, you know it, i know it, the school knows it.. I can’t lose you.” he said kissing your cheek softly.

“Then calm the hell down Gal-” you were cut off with Carl’s lips covering your own with a soft kiss “Call me baby, just once before you leave.” he said softly in your ear “It’s time for me to go home baby..” you said quietly looking into his eyes “I have a better idea.. Pizza and movies at my house?” he asked loosing his tie “That sounds lovely.” you said holding his hand as you guys made your way to Caleb’s car “You think kids nowadays would get together easier.” Caleb said as you both sat in the backseat of his car fixing his rearview mirrors “No hard feelings Gallagher? (Y/N) said you were a stubborn kid.” Caleb said with his eyes on the road as Carl began to kiss you neck quietly “Nah, we’re cool.” he said winking at you as you smiled. He wrapped you in his arms pulling you closer to him “It’s a good night so far, but pizza is going to make it SO much better.” he said smiling widely “And taking this crap off.” you said gesturing to your dress “I can help you with that.” Carl whispered in your ear.

 “Yeah, in your fucking dreams.” you said laying your head on his shoulders smiling, as the remaining ride was silent, it was a night you truly wouldn’t forget after all.