never getting over this dance scene

Steven Universe Sentence Starters !

Most of these are songs, but some are quotes. You’re welcome to change the pronouns as you see fit!

  • “If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hot dogs.”
  • “Love at first sight doesn’t exist, love takes time and love takes work.”
  • “All comedy is derived from fear.”
  • “Who cares how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”
  • “I never asked to be made!”
  • “I love cookie cat!”
  • “All I wanna be is someone who’s seen a giant woman.”
  • “Why do you have to look up to her?”
  • “I’m telling you for your own good and not because I’m-… jealous.”
  • “I can show you how to be strong in the real way.”
  • “I didn’t even get to know my Mom!”
  • “Squared pizza?! This place is evil!”
  • “I’m not like the other guys.”
  • “In this whole wide world there’s no one like you.”
  • “Could this night get any better?!”
  • “Isn’t it such a beautiful night?”
  • “Let yourself just be whoever you are.”
  • “We’re on the run.”
  • “Wish that I could see that there’s no better place than home…”
  • “I don’t care about what all the others say!”
  • “You people have too much money.”
  • “Well she’s a rip tide queen and she’s super mean.”
  • “I just showed them I don’t got the stuff.”
  • “I tried so hard to fly but I was thrown.”
  • “Have a little faith in me!”
  • “I just wanted to help…”
  • “Some… say I have no direction. That I’m a light speed distraction…”
  • “This is the final frontier.”
  • “Life in the stars is all I’ve ever known.”
  • “I know in my heart it’s been worth it all of the while.”
  • “They’re playing sword. Oh sorry, they’re playing with swords. Oh no they’re bleeding. And they’re dead. Don’t call again.”
  • “Oh! Um… I don’t exactly… eat.”
  • “Is that a weapon?”
  • “Welcome to earth.”
  • “Do you believe in destiny?”
  • “Close your eyes and leave the rest to me.”
  • “What are you doing here?”
  • “What are you doing to me?”
  • “You’re wearing that tee shirt!”
  • “What can I do for you?”
  • “What can I do that no one else can do?”
  • “You are so much fun~”
  • “I hadn’t planned on finding you… quite this entertaining~
  • “I like playing along~”
  • “I can’t believe I just got that on video!”
  • “Quit embarrassing yourself!”
  • “I’ve seen who you really are…”
  • “I ain’t gonna follow your rules.”
  • “Let’s go, just me and you.”
  • “Go ahead and try to hit me if you’re able.”
  • “I think you’re just mad cause you’re single~”
  • “I am made of love.”
  • “I’m stronger than you.”
  • “I won’t let you hurt my friends!”
  • “This is who I am.”
  • “I don’t want that for you…”
  • “What if somehow you get hurt?!”
  • “I have to protect you…”
  • “You’re better not knowing the trouble I’m in.”
  • “You don’t have to be a part of this; I don’t think I want you to be.”
  • “I don’t want you to worry about where I just was or what I just saw.”
  • “You don’t need this… You don’t need me.
  • “C’mon and share this jam with me!”
  • “I’d do it for you.”
  • “I’d do it for him/her.”
  • “Balance is the key.”
  • “Keep your eyes on me.”
  • “Concentrate! Don’t you want him/her to live?!”
  • “Just try and think about the life you’ll have… together after the war!”
  • “When you live for someone you’re prepared to die.”
  • “Maybe you’re better off with him/her…”
  • “I think he’s/she’s better for you.”
  • “I guess I got carried away…”
  • “Is there something I can do to make it up to you?”
  • “I see a tower built out of my mistakes and it all comes crashing down…”
  • “I don’t wanna do this!”
  • “I can’t help it if I make a scene~”
  • “I’ve got a pair of eyes that they’re getting lost in~”
  • “Everybody needs a friend and I’ve got you and you and you! So many I can’t even name them, can you blame me? I’m too famous~”
  • “Haven’t you noticed I’m a star?”
  • “What do I do with all this money, when all I want is you?”
  • “How do I spend all this money? I’d rather just spend time with you.”
  • “Let’s go to _____!!! And let’s bring _____!!!!”
  • “100 bucks? Gee thanks!”
  • “Dance with me!”
  • “NO!!!”
  • “After all those years I never thought I’d lose…”
  • “It’s over, isn’t it?”
  • “You won and he/she chose you…”
  • “Now they’re gone…”
  • “Who am I now in this world without him/her?!”
  • “What does it matter?! It’s already done!”
  • “Why don’t you talk to each other?”
  • “I know you’re trying to avoid it, but I don’t know why.”
  • “You might not believe it, but you’ve got a lot in common. You really do.”
  • “You both love me and I love both of you.”
  • “If I were you, I’d hate me too.”
  • “I don’t hate you…”
  • “I now you both need it, someone who knows what you’re going through.”
  • “_____ don’t cost nothing.”
  • “Don’t tell me, sing me!”
  • “Look at everything you do. Look at everything you are. It’s incredible, as incredible as you.”
  • “It’s a full time job admiring all the ways that you’re inspiring.”
  • “I think I need a little change.”
  • “I always did believe that love is all you need to be a happy man/woman.”
  • “Here comes a thought.”
  • “If I could begin to be half of what you think of me, I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love.”
  • “I’d like to learn how to love like you.”
  • “I always thought I might be bad now I’m sure that it’s true; Cause I think you’re so good, but I’m nothing like you.”
  • “Look at you go! I just adore you! I wish that I knew what makes you think I’m so special…”

I sat on stage at Great Comet (8/2 matinee) and let me tell y'all what happened:

 * Lucas handed us the basket of dumplings and I basically had an internal freak-out. I didn’t know what to say other than “thank you”. 

* He also leaned in REALLY close and sang in my face during the Prologue. Making prolonged eye contact with Lucas Steele is simultaneously frightening and thrilling. 

* When Marya said “these gossips and crybabies”, she gestured to our section. My friend and I just shrugged in agreement. 

* Mary and Natasha brought over stools and sat in our section during Natasha and the Bolkonskys. Courtney and Denée sang right at us and it was wonderful. 

* Denée sat right next to us at the end of No One Else. 

* It was probably the best rendition of No One Else I’ve ever heard Denée sing. 

* My friend who I was with had a henna replica of Alex Gibson’s bear tattoo on his arm. Alex sat next to us during the Opera scene and couldn’t stop smiling after he saw the tattoo. 

* Anatole’s entrance up close was EPIC 

* I had never noticed before, but Anatole begins kissing up Helène’s hand/arm. Then, he pointed to his cheek and as she leaned in to give him a peck, he quickly turned his head so it was on the lips instead. Her reaction is the laughter that you can hear during the Opera before Sonya comes back in. 

* Speaking of Sonya, I had Ashley Flannagan under studying for her and she was incredible, but I’ll get to her later. 

*Being up close during Natasha and Anatole felt almost like I was watching something intimate and private that I shouldn’t. Like there was so much sexual tension that I truly felt like I should look away (but of course, I didn’t) 

* Lucas does a really cute brain explosion feature with sound effects in between N&A and the Duel 

* During the Duel, Lauren Zakrin came over and “did coke” on our table.

 * Anatole’s little dance is so funny 

* Also Balaga eats out Sonya?!?!? 

* I had never realized what happened between Anatole and Marya during that scene until now. Basically, during “here’s to the health of married women”, Marya bends over and Anatole begins spamming her with her riding crop. THEN she turns around and gets on her knees and reaches for his pants… then Pierre cut them off. I had no clue that Grace and Lucas did that until now. 

* Also, Nick B and the music director are DJs with a laptop during The Duel and its funny 

* Oak’s Dust and Ashes was incredible 

* When the chorus comes in, they’re lit up in the orchestra aisles and mezzanine with this soft golden light from underneath them. I had never seen that from the front before, and you can’t tell they’re lit up from behind. Pierre sings up to them, because they are truly the angel’s chorus he’s praying to. Then they leave when he sings “I want to wake up” and he loses that bit of hope because he’s not ready yet. Basically, during my 4th time seeing the show, the poignancy of that moment hit me like a goddamn truck. 

* I was in Natasha’s mirror in Sunday Morning behind Pierre which was pretty cool

 * Helène draped her cloak over the railing in front of us. It hit me and I wasn’t even mad. 

* Being in the middle of the Ball is amazing. I could see the faces Natasha and Anatole were making. And the kiss went on EVEN LONGER than I remember. 

* I began mouthing along to the chorus of Letters and bopping along. Josh and Andrew noticed and smiled at me. They also bopped next to our section for a while. * I got a letter from Amber Gray/Helène, which made my night

 * I’m still amazed that Lucas can hit those notes™ live 8 times a week 

* He held out the last “just say yeeesssss” so long that people started applauding 

* Ashley Flanagan ’s Sonya Alone was INCREDIBLE. She’s different from both Brittan and Ingrid. But she was on the verge of tears and so was I. 

* Some of Lucas’ shaving cream hit me during Preparations 

* I also got hit with the green coat™ during the Abduction and it was a blessin 

* Nick Belton gave me his guitar and said “hey I need to dance can you hold this for a minute thanks” and I was living for it 

* During the really long “whoa” after “everyone raise a glass”, I raised my egg shaker in the air. Lucas shook his head and kept making the “raise up” gesture. I was confused, so he grabbed my waster bottle and shoved it in my hand. Then he smiled and ran back up the steps. He did this all while holding the note, by the way. It definitely gets longer each time. 

* Just before he began singing “goodbye my gypsy lovers”, Lucas made eye contact with me and winked. It was glorious.

 * The Helène and Marya kiss is possibly my reason for living. Amber had Grace’s lipstick on her for a lot of the rest of Act 2. 

* I caught one of the pages of War and Peace during the madness

 * Speaking of the madness, what Lucas does with that violin is ridiculous. He just leaned into our section, turned in to face us, and played something ridiculous that I couldn’t even attempt 

* Balaga/The Abduction was so fun on stage because I could sing along with everyone and nobody cared. It was the most enjoyable and energetic 15 minutes of my life. 

* The Petersburg Note™ was amazing as always 

* Amber sat in our section for the last 20 minutes of the show sobbing, which made me sob too 

*  Basically, it was an unforgettable experience. This is the only show that it’s even possible to have an experience like this. Where else do the actors sit with you, hand you their instruments, smile when you sing along, and just make you a part of their world for 2+ hours? The Great Comet is a unique and unbelievably incredible show that I’m so glad I got to see four times, and I’m even more thankful that my last time was on the stage with this insanely talented company


My seats!

Burlesque

Request: Can you do an imagine where when the reader was younger she was an ugly duckling she was friends with Tom and Tom had left and years later present time Tom finds reader and now she is beautiful???

Word count: 1627

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A/N: So first of all, I’VE REACHED 500 FOLLOWERS!!! That’s crazy! Thank you so much guys! Second of all: I really loved this request! I actually really enjoy writing requests, so if you guys have some, please send them in! Maybe, someday I will make a prompt list, but who knows?

”Out of every show in London, you choose Burlesque? You know, it’s, right? I’m not complaining, but really?” Harrison asked, while we were finding our seats.

“I just wanted to see something. I like going to the theatre. And besides, one of my old friends are playing. I haven’t really seen her since we did Billy Elliot, but I still talk to her sometimes. I just thought it would be fun to see her again” I answered as we sat down. She was a nice girl when we younger. A good friend.

“You’ve never mentioned her before. Is she some secret of yours? Former girlfriend or something?” Harrison joked. People were still finding their seats, and we were patiently waiting for the lights to dim. I had my hoodie up, not wanting to cause a fuss.

“No. It’s nothing like that. She was just nice, you know. The kind of girl you don’t really notice, but she’s there for everyone. I kinda wish I had stayed more in contact with her. Just wanted to see how she’s doing. I remember her having a hard time finding roles. Something about her not being pretty enough” The amount of people coming in, was starting to thin out.

“So in reality, you feel bad for her, and just wants to see if she succeeded. What role does she have?” I looked through the folder, as Harrison asked. I haven’t really looked at it, after I saw her name.

“Ali Rose, I think. The main girl, or something” I said, as the lights went out, and the music started playing, making us both quiet. A little time went by, as the story started, and a girl walked on stage. I couldn’t believe my own eyes when I saw her.

I could barely recognize her. She had changed a lot over the years. She wasn’t the girl you didn’t notice anymore. She was the girl everyone noticed. Maybe it was the clothes, or something about the make up, but none the less, she was hot.

And her voice was just so powerful. I didn’t even know she could sing. I had spent almost every day with her, for 4 years, and I had never heard her sing.

“Are you sure that’s the girl, who couldn’t get roles, because she wasn’t pretty enough?” Harrison whispered, when her first dancing scene came on. This was so different from when we did Billy Elliot. I knew she could dance, but not like that. This was something else.

“I think she is now. More than pretty enough” I was left speechless for the rest of the show. I was too busy just looking at her. I didn’t really watch the play, as much as I watched her. How could that possibly be the girl I knew from Billy Elliot? I knew what burlesque was, so I didn’t really know what I had expected.

***

“You coming?” Harrison asked, after the lights had turned back on. He was already standing, and half of the people had already left the room.

“Why don’t we wait? Maybe go talk to the actors? You know, just to say hi?”

Y/N POW

“Y/N. Some guys are asking for you. A Tom Holland or something” Someone from the crew said to you, after you had changed back to your normal clothes. You were just about to take the make-up off, but with the mention of your old friend’s name, you decided it could wait. Could it really be him?

You walked out from backstage, to where the audience had previously been, to find two boys sitting in the front row, waiting. You could hardly believe your eyes. It was him. Thomas Holland. He was part of the reason you loved acting. When you did Billy Elliot together, he just made the whole experience so great, that you wanted to continue.

“Tom? What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in forever!” The happiness overtook you. You were running towards him, and he quickly stood up, spreading his arms, so he could hug you when you got close enough.

“I’m here to see Lion King. Why do you think I’m here? I’m finally back home, and saw your name on the poster. Did you really think I wouldn’t come see you?” He asked with his arms around you. He had gotten taller since Billy Elliot. And a lot stronger. You pulled away from him, taking a good look at him.

Of course, you knew how he looked. You did follow him on social media, but it was just so different in real life. It didn’t seem possible, but he looked even better in real life.

“Look at you! You’ve grown so much! And you’re stronger than you were 7 years ago, that for sure. It looks good on you! You look good Tom” You said, smiling happily. For the first time you looked at his friend, who sent you an awkward smile. “I’m so sorry. I’m being rude. Hi! I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you”

“I’m Harrison. Tom’s friend, if you hadn’t guessed that” Harrison smiled at you.

“You know, you look good too, y/n. You’ve changed a lot! I could barely recognize you. It’s a good change! Not that you didn’t look good before! You just.. Now you’re just really beautiful” You looked back at Tom, how looked flustered. He was looking down at the floor, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, it’s funny how puberty works. You got tall, I got boobs and a butt. And I lost my braces. I’m also wearing contacts right now, and a professional did my make-up and my hair. And you know. It might have something to do with the dances, I can’t take all of the credit” You laughed shyly. “I was actually about to take my make-up off, and get ready to leave. Do you want to join me, so can keep talking?” You asked the boys. They quickly nodded, and you started walking.

“You got your braces off, while we were playing Billy Elliot. I did spend 4 years with you, after all. And you do look good. So I don’t understand why you never post pictures of yourself on Instagram. You should. Then I wouldn’t be so surprised when you walked on stage tonight” You rolled your eyes at him. As much as he posted pictures of himself, you never did. You posted a lot of other pictures, but never pictures of yourself.

“You’re not the first person to say that. Maybe I’ll listen to you, maybe I won’t. Anyway. So how is it being Spiderman?” You asked, as you got behind the scene once again. You sat down in your chair, and started removing your make-up.

“It’s great. It’s really great, I love i-“ “Hey, y/n! Are you coming out with us tonight?” one of the other actors yelled to you, cutting off Tom.

“Nah. Not tonight. But you go have fun.” You answered, as she walked closer. “What? Are you having a threesome or something?” She asked calmly, before she ate the crisps in her hand.

“No, I’m going to kill them” You joked. “No. I’ve got practice tomorrow. So I’ve gotta be there at 8, and it’s not really that fun when you’re hungover.” You talked from experience. You had learned that the hard way.

“Right! You guys want to join. There’s always room for more people” She asked Tom and Harrison. Both of them declined, and she walked away again. It didn’t take long, before the rest of the cast was gone as well.

“I’m sorry about that. We got a lot of inside jokes”  All of the make-up was gone from your face, and you felt so much lighter. “And it’s really not to be rude, because I would really love to catch up with you, and get to know you, Harrison, but I’ve got a long day tomorrow. So I’m just going to grab some take away, and then head home”

“Sure, it’s fine. What are you doing tomorrow? After whatever you’re practicing?” Tom asked.

“I don’t have anything planned. And I’m just going to be dancing, and singing. I’m doing two round of every dance, so I don’t plan on doing anything at all” You smiled, already looking forward to tomorrow. “I could really just use a movie day. It’s the first time in weeks where I have the afternoon off, so I’m going to enjoy that”

“So. You don’t want to do anything tomorrow?” Tom asked, suddenly sounding disappointed.

“Yes. I mean no. yes? No?” You didn’t really know, how you were supposed to answer that question. “I would love to spend the day with you. But can we please, just do nothing? Like, sit on a couch, and just catch up”

“Really? Yeah. Yeah, we could do that! We can totally do that. Harrison, what do you say?” Tom’s dark eyes were almost glowing, as he looked back at Harrison.

“I think I’ll pass. I can already feel the sexual tension between the two of you, and I’m not going to get in between that. So I’m just going to leave right now, and let the two of you schedule your date. I’ll be just outside the theatre” Harrison said, before walking out.

“There’s not. I don’t. what?” Tom struggled to find the words, and you found that you were both blushing.

“So it’s a movie date? Because I would like that. I would really like that” You gathered the courage to say. Luckily, you had become much more confident since you got the role in Burlesque, so you were able to almost play it off.

“I’ve never been so thankful for Harrison”

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chatwithdechu  asked:

oh man, you’re AU writings make me so HAPPY. If I could request one, maybe klance + dancing? :) love your work my dude 💜

I’m sorry if took me a few days!! I hope you like it! It was quite the challenge tbh bc I usually don’t do dancing??? but behold, I managed somehow, i think, and added pining Keith in the process lmao.

I went with Ballet Klance!!! 

Hope you like it!!!! AND THANK YOU!! <33


Klance + Dancing Au

Keith’s eyes follows every move.

He leans heavily on his hip against the big black box next to him, on the side of the stage, as he continues to watch the performer in front of him. Lights on and theater dead silent, Lance moves as if he was swimming and owning every second of it, making the complex ballet moves look like child’s play.

There’s no doubt that Lance McClain is one of the best dancers in the Academy; Keith knows this, and he remembers this as he sees the sharp jump the brunet does as the music booming from the higher speakers intensifies.

Lance lands, gracefully and naturally as always, and Keith sighs internally, with a spark of bitterness, as he recalls the rejection the brunet keeps getting from the higher ups every season during try-outs for their plays.

It’s unfair and such a shame because Lance’s dancing belongs on stage, in front of thousand of people and it deserves to be praise at.

Lance McClain deserves so much more than he gets and Keith knows this.

He knows this because it’s not the first time he has seen the brunet practicing alone in the middle of the stage late at night. It’s not the first time Keith sees the sweat dripping off him as he dances over and over again until his feet burn and his breath is heavy.

Lance never notices him, though. Not when Keith makes sure to make himself unknown in the dimmed lights behind the scenes, sometimes daring to peek over the curtains to see a clearer view of him. Other times, Keith steps out from the curtains and stays on the sideline, barely a breath away from stepping out on stage and being under the spotlight with the brunet.

He doesn’t steps in, however, because this is Lance’s time, his spotlight and his zone. Keith has no right to invade it.

But there are times, when Keith’s feet bounce on their spot and his hands twitch, both of them aching to join Lance in one of his dances and be part of the experience that it must be dancing with the brunet.

Keith wonders if dancing with Lance feels like a walk on the beach; peaceful, calm and comforting. It sure looks like it, and Keith’s heart wants more of it; it wants to be part of it.

A sudden shouted curse snaps him out of his thoughts and Keith’s eyes fall back on the brunet, now laying on the floor. Lance pants heavily on the wooden floor, eyebrows furrowed annoyed as he clenches his fist and slams it down angrily.

Keith winces with sympathy, understanding the frustration, but he relaxes his shoulders when Lance sighs after a few seconds and slowly sits up, rubbing his face tiredly before clapping, mumbling quiet cheers to himself under his breath, and standing up once again.

There’s the Lance he knows.

Lance starts the entire routine over. Slow, calm and collected as he gathers the missed rhythm. It’s a trip, to watch Lance dance, even more so during these quiet private practices, and Keith’s stomach turns because this could almost be too intimate, something private for only Lance to know but he can’t bring himself to pull away.

Lance continues to dance and Keith’s eyes never leaves him. His heart, on the other hand, aches a little as Lance’s moves turn rigid, a sad edge after every single one of them.

For all the gracefulness the brunet may have while dancing, Keith’s can’t help but notice that he also looks lonely.

It doesn’t fit Lance, not when the brunet’s usually so full of life and energy, always expressed in his voice, hands and feet.

Then there’s this moment, as Lance slows his dancing and his feet fall back to the ground, that Keith promises to not let the Lance’s dancing to be shadowed anymore.

He steps out of his hiding place and makes his way towards the brunet, ignoring the surprised look on Lance’s face before taking his hand and pulling him close.

“Dance with me?” he asks quietly against Lance’s ear and his heart beats wildly inside him when he feels the brunet shiver against him.

Lance doesn’t answer out loud but he nods, a soft sigh leaving his lips before he steps away and arches an eyebrow at Keith, silently asking what Keith has already decided.

Keith taps his chin, counting the beat of the music playing around them before he snaps them and then they are dancing, moving almost as if they have practiced the entire time together and they fall into the dance, naturally without hesitation.

It’s not until a laugh escapes Lance’s lips that Keith’s chest feels lighter and their dancing turns into something more playful and flirty, moves relaxed and happy as they fall into the other over and over again.

Maybe they could the spotlight.

You know what I will never be over?

That canonically (and I would say this includes the hotpot scene) is that when Victor and Yuuri get drunk they get jealous but that jealousy translates as “IM GONNA EARN HIS ATTENTION BY BEING THE AWESOMEST…WHILE NAKED!”

Like Banquet Yuuri wanted Victor’s attention so he got in dance battles and stripped and pole danced.

Victor got naked at the hotpot place

Now with this drama info:

Yuuri suggested a drunk strip drinking game (and did a naked Eros routine!?!? I’ve seen that suggested in summaries)

Victor climbed a castle naked and did stretches while yelling that he loved Yuuri

You can try to argue that isn’t canon but it is entirely in character
———

All of this is idiotic and adorable and they are both such incredibly extra idiots.

Also why I think sober Yuuri stripped and joined Victor. Because he’s lived with him long enough and they are both so extra that they make each other worse. It’s too normal for them now

Important Lessons (Ch. 3)

Saizo x MC, as always there is smut. Hope you enjoy this chapter, packed with exposition, because I know I did. Thank ya’ll for reading (as always) I hope you like it! 

Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4


A yawn left your lips as you stretched your body out, relishing the soft ache of your sleepy limbs. The light of early morning shined across your face, making you hum softly in discontent, burying your face away from the offending sunshine. You bed seemed firmer than usual, and very very warm, had you fallen asleep on the couch again?

Before your sleepy mind could begin to make sense of those concepts you again felt the specter of sleep making you drowsy, something softly lulling you back into a state of contentment, the firm movement against your hair turning your displeasure into a sweet sigh.

That is until you realized what was going on.

Someone was petting your head.

Your eyes flew open, your body tensing as you quickly shot up, looking around the room in confusion.

Not your living room.

You looked down.

Not your couch.

And on that couch that did not belong to you laid a very amused looking man that was oh so familiar.

Professor Kirigakure.

Who you were currently straddling, the sudden coolness of your skin reminding you that you were very…naked.

As was he.

You were pretty sure that your blush could have powered any major city, could have lit up the night sky, could have been seen from the space station.

“E-Eh?” Was all you managed, crossing your arms over your chest in a reactive attempt at modesty. Saizo chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I think it is a little too late for all that little lady, I already know what they look like.” Your blush only deepened. You had fallen asleep? Yeah, you had, actually. Your brought your hands to your face, an embarrassed squeak leaving your mouth. You had fallen asleep, shortly after midnight, your body quite tired by that point. Your professor had….impressive stamina, amongst other things.

You let your hands fall, glancing at his handsome profile, there was no point in your hiding, he was right after all, he’d seen basically all of you at this point.

“I’m sorry” You had definitely not expected to stay that late and had certainly not expected to stay the night. You had basically broken booty call 101. You offered him an apologetic look, climbing off of him, chiding yourself for overstaying your welcome. What if someone had shown up?  

In the light of morning Saizo had become all business, stepping away from you and heading back into what you assumed was his bedroom.

“Ah, Saizo-” You began, taking a step to follow him.

A sharp look on his part froze you in your steps.

“I think it is important we remember our boundaries.” His voice was calm, even,and almost cold. You could feel the blood drain from your face.

“A-Ah, right, of course.” you rocked on your heels, securing your tights and smoothing out your dress. “I just wanted to know how you planned on me inconspicuously walking out of here.” You stood in his living room, doing your best to appraise to what degree it was obvious what you had been doing last night.

Saizo stepped out of his room, the messy perfection of his usual look restored, walking over to you he brushed a hand through your hair, his breath hot on your ear.

“Mmmhph.” You stifled a sound as he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“I would suggest you just walk out and try your best to appear inconspicuous.” He patted the back of your head in a gesture of mock-advice. “Just do your best to avoid Yukimura.”

“Who?” You questioned as he ushered you through the door.

“Don’t forget your test tomorrow.”

And the door was shut at your back.

A deep intake of breath.

You were in too deep.

You took the stairs this time, feeling more than a bit of surprise at the loudness of morning in the apartment complex. As if on cue a girl darted past you, clutching a bag of what looked like vegetables, followed closely by a blonde guy who you were pretty sure had been in one of your sophomore english classes. What the hell? You paused mid-step, even more confused than you haed been a moment before. What was his name? Wasn’t he a pharm major?

Maybe one of them was Yukimura?

You shrugged, bounding out of the apartment complex, drawing your jacket up higher around your neck.

Did you have strong enough makeup to cover all these damn hickeys?

_______

You stared down into the swirling liquid of your cup of coffee, the dark circles under your eyes representing the truly horrifying experience known as midterms. You blinked several times, doing your best to stay awake after several days of studying and not much else. You were pretty sure you had broken the enter button on your computer trying to refresh your grades online.

The only one that had yet to be posted.

Professor Kirigakure.

You rolled your eyes while your insides churned. The coffee diet was going to kill you one of these days.

You just needed these grades posted. You took another sip of your coffee, cursing the man for being such a distraction.

Actually, to be fair, besides that one night before the midterm and the midterm almost a week ago, you’d barely seen your teacher. Except for one very heated, quick make out session in his office the day before yesterday that had left your breathless and yearning (and still without the grade information you had asked for).

You missed him. Not that you would have ever told him, or anyone else. But he was busy, or so you thought. You were the one at his beck and call after all. If he wanted you, you’d come. But you sure weren’t about to show up at his doorstep uninvited.

Although you doubted you would have been the first woman to do it.

It wasn’t lost on you how ridiculous this situation was.

One more refresh.

89.4%

You almost dumped out your coffee.

The bastard had given you a B, and not just any B, a B that was literally only two percentage points from being rounded to an A.

You huffed, hopping up to your feet.

You needed a drink.

You checked your phone. It was Friday, hadn’t he said something about being busy this weekend at some point?

You had no texts from him to suggest otherwise.

You were going to go out with Oichi. You bobbed your head in assent with yourself. A girls’ night at the bar sounded really good right about now. Plus she had been trying to get you to go for so long, and you had no excuse not to.

Some play time would probably be good for your spirit.

________

“Hold still!” Oichi huffed, tugging you closer to her. “You need these sparkles!” She was straddling you, holding you down on her bed as she applied a fine freckling of glitter to your face.

“Oichi, why?” You stopped struggling, holding your eyes shut as you let her work her magic.

“It’s the latest fashion, and a punishment for keeping secrets!” She squealed in delight,continuing her ministrations as you fell silent. “Just desserts, as Nobu would say”

Right, secrets. Oichi had seen right through you, or well,  had seen your hickeys at least and like dam breaking the questions had flown from her mouth. Who? When? Where had you been? Was he cute? Did she know him?

And you had said nothing.

Not a thing. You had sat, tight lipped, laughing off her questions, doing you best to convince her that it was no big deal, just a booty call with a decently attractive boy.

Hah. Well, at least a part of that was right.

She rolled off of you, her laughter having devolved into giggles.

“What’d you do Oichi?” You pouted, sitting up.

“Nothing it was just the look on your face.” You glanced at yourself in the mirror, marvelling at the job she had done. Good enough for the bar. That was for sure.

“Wow this actually looks really nice.” You brushed your fingers against your face, only to have her swat your hands away.

“You’ll mess it up if you touch it.” She stuck her tongue out at you, helping you off the bed. You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“I got it,lady.

____________

The bar was dark, filled with just enough people you felt like you could get lost in the crown, and just smokey enough to make you feel light headed.

That accompanied with the fast paced music made it ideal for what Oichi had wanted.

“You need to let down your hair” She grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you on the dancefloor. “Come on, have some fun for once.”

“I can have fun after I have a drink!” You had half-shouted a reply over the music, glancing over at the bartender. It would take more than a drink to get you to loosen up, but it was worth a start. She kept you a moment longer, the beat of the music drawing your body into movement. Only a moment. Then you tore away, escaping her in favor of the bar.

“Something stiff.” You told the bartender, watching him pour the amber liquid into a glass with some interest. You’d never been one for the bar scene, but Oichi loved to dance. Who were you to ruin that for her? You tilted the drink back, doing your best to streamline the drinking process, before setting the empty glass on the table.

Time to ‘let your hair down’ or whatever

____________

And now you were sweaty, seated back at the bar, and simply tired. That good kind of tired where you knew your bones would ache in the morning from all the fun you had. Several more drinks in your system had certainly loosened you up, ensuring that you were happily babbling to Oichi, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.

It was nice to relax, wasn’t it?

You looked toward Oichi, who had gone quiet.

“Hey, Oichi, whats up?” You followed her gaze, wondering what had caused the change.

She kept her eyes on the crowd, searching for something or rather someone, before her eyes widened and then narrowed again.

“Oh my goodness.” She mumbled, turning to you quickly. “Hey, Hey, look over there, is that…isn’t that professor Kirigakure? “ It was like someone had dunked you in ice water. You searched the crowd, before finally landing your eyes on him.

Sure as certain it was him. You turned back to the bartender, asking for a round of shots for you and Oichi.You were not drunk enough to handle this type of social situation.

“You’re right.” You tried to hold in a laugh, marveling at the situation you were now in. “Who is he with though?” Saizo was very attractive for sure, but that other guy - tall, with eyes an unsettlingly beautiful shade of blue- you were sure could do some damage on his own.

“That is Sanada Yukimura.” Oichi replied, looking him up and down. “He’s a frat guy, one of the good ones from what I heard. He is all about the sports, if you couldn’t tell.”

:Oh I can tell.” With those defined muscles? Oh yeah you could tell. 

So that was Yukimura. You wondered why Saizo wanted you to avoid him?

“We should say hi!”

“Oh no, we should not.”

“Oh come on.Yukimura is almost untouchable, I wanna have a shot!”

“You can go say hi, Oichi. You don’t need me to do it with you”

“That is lame! He’s with your professor, it would be weird if I went and said hi. I DID drop his class, remember?”

“I’m not saying hi unless he fixes my grades, Oichi.” You cut her off, giving her a look. “Plus, there is no situation where this is not weird.”

“Maybe you can ask him to fix it now” Oichi leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, a grin on her face. “If you know what I mean.” Oh jeez, you turned your face quickly, trying to hide the blush on your face. You did know what she meant. In fact, you had a better grasp on what she meant than she did at this point.

You just needed to play this off.

“Oichi, this is so weird, we should go to another bar.” You downed the shot in front of you, a shiver going down your spine. “There are a ton of bars, with a ton of cute guys that didn’t walk in with the professor I still have half a semester with.”  You looked at her with pleading eyes. “Look I’ll get the tab, Oichi-”

Too late, she was bouncing off, an evil grin quite similar to her brother’s on her face.

You wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment.

You reached for your phone, fiddling with it for a moment. One well placed call to her demon older brother and this situation would be taken care of. You could be home in your bed, you could-

“Well hello there, doll.” An unknown voice right at your ear startled you, making you turn quickly to meet eyes with whoever had violated your bubble.

“Um” You looked at him, taking a step back. The words ‘stranger danger’ playing in your head on repeat.  Until you looked at him further. Not a stranger, no, not a stranger at all.

“Date Shigezane.” You breathed his name in relief. Not just some random creep. You and Shige knew each other decently enough.

“The one and only.” He grinned at you, ushering the bartender over. “You look a little down, here let me put the pep back in your step.” Tequila. You snorted. Great, now you had two choices. Take this shot or go to Oichi.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Serious as a heart attack.

You bit your lip, normally you would have been all for it. Given the situation however, you felt anxiety bubbling in your stomach. You turned your gaze over to Oichi, seeing her giggling up at Yukimura, her charm turned up to maximum capacity. The poor guy was as red as a tomato. Saizo stood beside him, obviously bored at whatever conversation they were having.

Saizo.

Shigezane stood across from you and showed no signs letting up his attempt to get you to drink, handing you a lime and some salt. Your eyes kept trailing away from him, looking back as your professor, until finally you glanced back only to meet his dark red eyes. Your own widened a fraction, before you glanced away quickly. Shit. You were not smooth.

Wait a second. You took  a breath. Could you take this shot…seductively?

You glanced back at Saizo, noting that he still seemed to be keeping an eye on you, although he seemed to be paying attention to Oichi’s attempts to woo Yukimura.

“Okay, Okay Shige. I’ll do it. I will take this shot with you.” You licked up the side of your hand, doing your best to appear alluring, following it with a sprinkle of salt.

“Ready doll?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He counted down from three and you quickly tilting it back, enjoying the salty sour that followed.

“Ah.” You huffed in victory, sitting the empty shotglass on the table.

“We did it!” He cheered happily, offering you his hand, which you promptly high fived.

“Hell yes!”

And then your phone vibrated.

“Hm?” You pulled it out, looking at the message, eyes wide.

Meet him outside?

You glanced up, sure enough Saizo was gone. A soft flush covered your cheeks. Ah, was he serious? You looked back at Oichi. She was fine, and if Yukimura was as chivalrous as you had been led to believe he’d certainly keep her out of trouble for at least an hour.

“Er, excuse me.” You put your hand out, trying to stifle the visions of him that filled your head.. “I…um…look I came here with someone and I need to get back to them, I really do. So…Er.” You took a step away, and then another. “It was nice talking to you Shigezane,really, but I do have to go.” All the while Shigezane watched you and the blush crawling up your face, a wide grin on his own features.

And you walked away from him, just like that.

“Good luck!” He called after you, making you shake your head in embarrassment.

The things you did to get some.

You found yourself stepping outside before you even realized you had allowed your feet to carry you there.

Where was he?

“Ah, little lady.” You felt his lips at your ear, the lace of amusement through his voice. “Your date not going so well?” His tone had changed, the amusement gaining a darker sound, what was it?

“Date?” You turned to him, look up at him in open confusion. “Oichi and I aren’t-” Oh wait, he hadn’t seen you with her had he? He’d seen you with Shigezane, and you were sure that Oichi had been nice enough to not divulge your presence.

“So she’s with you then? I should have known.” Saizo pulled away from you, studying your features with a practiced eye. “The same glitter.” He ran a thumb over your cheek, smearing her hard work with clear intention.

“Mmm, yeah. That is her niche.” You replied, before getting back to the point. “I wasn’t on a date. As if I would-”

“As if you would ever, what? Have a little fun.” He was smirking at you, drawing you closer to him with his hands at your hips. “That wasn’t the impression I got.”

A dangerous thought crossed your mind: had he been jealous? Was he jealous?

“Shigezane was just providing me some much needed alcohol.” You countered, allowing your body to press against his. “After all, I needed to recover, to have a little fun, as you said.”

“Oh so the little dog has a name?” Your eyes widened at the gleam in his eyes, decidedly possessive. You decided to press your luck.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous, Professor.” You lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, only to have him grab it, bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your pulsepoint. You drew in a breath sharply as he sank his teeth into the spot, drawing a mewl of pain from your lips.

“What exactly are you trying to do, little lady?”  He was frowning at you and you felt your body shiver against his. A brief trickle of adrenaline pumped through your veins as you waited on his next move. He had you pressed against the rough brick of the wall behind you, leaving you very literally at his mercy.

“Depends.” You all but whispered, angling your face to where your lips were almost touching his. You were feeling risky. “On what I can get you to do to me.” Yes, you had missed it, the pressure of his body against yours, the scent of his cologne, the wild intoxication that flooded your blood whenever he touched you.

He pulled away from you instantly, leaving you breathless with anxiety. Oh fuck.You’d fucked up. Just like that, you’d ruined it. You were completely out of line, oh goodness. This was good while it lasted. Why were you this way?

“Stop.” His voice cut through you and you snapped your eyes up to his face. His eyes, like the color of dried blood, seemed to see into your very soul. It was like he could read your racing thoughts. “Like always, you started this and you’re going to finish it.” He reached out, grasping your bruised wrist.

“What?”

“I suggest you come with me, unless you want me to fuck you up against this brick wall.” Oh, nevermind, you had not fucked up. His voice seemed hoarse and heavy-laden with desire, and you were once again hooked.

You allowed him to pull you with him, ignoring the sharpness of his grip, a sort of relief building in you as he pushed you into the backseat of a car, shoving his lips against yours. Your nails dug into the material of the seat underneath you as you scrambled for purchase to steady yourself. Still he didn’t let up, all but straddling you, one of his hands already snaking into your jeans. You arched your back, pressing closer to him as he stroked you through your underwear. You could hardly breathe, stars spinning in your vision.

“Saii-Saizo” You allowed yourself to fall back, staring up at him as your chest rapidly rose and fell. “Please.” you were begging, wriggling against him, crying out for more. He untangled himself from you, a pleased smirk on his face as your low whine of displeasure.

“We have to be quick about this.” his long fingers easily undid and pulled down your pants and underwear, letting them gather at your ankles. You finished the job for him, kicking them off. “I’m not sure about your friend, but dear little Yukimura can’t bear to be left alone for that long.” His tone was teasing, even as he gripped your hips, turning you over in one smooth motion. “On your knees, little lady.” Oh that tone.

“He seemed flustered.” You conceded, firmly planting your hands on the seat, following his instructions. “But if Oichi gets her way, he’ll be busy for a hot minute at least.” You laughed softly, an easy sound, failing to note the way his eyes softened at the sound or the lightness of his touch as he caressed your skin.

“If I would have known his virtue was in danger, I would have left him there and gone to ruin yours a bit sooner.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already ruined my virtue, sir.” Your voice caught at the last note as he thrust a finger inside of you.

“I believe we freely offered that, didn’t we?” He added another finger, crooking the digits inside of you, making you whimper.

“Y-Yes.” You weren’t sure if you were replying to him or begging him for more. “Yes, Saizo”

“Why are you always so eager to please?” His question didn’t warrant a response, and you both let it hang in the air. But he didn’t stop there. “So eager for my touch. ” You nodded, a mumbled cry of pleasure tumbling from your mouth.

He removed his fingers, leaving you feeling hollow. “But there is more that you want, isn’t there little lady?” He unbuckled his belt, and briefly the car was filled only with the sound of his undressing.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath. This little game of cat and mouse has extended far beyond what you had thought it would. An odd feeling seemed to bubble up like a wellspring inside of you.

Affection, adoration, feelings that you did not want to put names to right at this moment.

His hands roughly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he pulled you to him, making you hiss as the sharp moment.The feeling of him being inside you was so good. Just so good.

One of his hands wound through your hair, tugging you back as the other one kept a steady hold on your hip. The painful tug bringing a pleasured gasp to your lips, followed by a moan.

“H-Harder” You keened, as he pulled you closer to him, leaning over you to sink his teeth into your neck. “M-More, please.” You could hear his breathing in your ear, a comforting sound, and your body shivered. Goodness, you loved him.

Oh shit. You loved him.

And more than just a little bit. 

His thrusts were hard, fast, his intention clear. There was a clear desperation in the atmosphere, perhaps brought about by absence, perhaps by something else. You were already so on edge. He seemed to take you apart so fast, so easily.

Still time seemed relative. With him there was never enough time, you never had enough. You were insatiable. 

Your eyes opened, and your shallow breathes turned to pants. A sound not unlike a sob left your throat as you reached your climax, a tidal wave of emotions cascading over you. Tears threatened to brim in your eyes as you felt him stiffen, heard the low moan leave his throat, his warmth filling you.

“A-ahhh.” You whimpered as he pulled out, your whole body trembling. He noticed your weakness helped you over, lying you flat on your back again.

“You’re a pretty little mess.” He dressed himself quickly, letting you catch your breath. His gaze never once left your face, even as you pulled your clothes back on, sitting up in the car. His look lingered long enough to the point where you had to look away, feeling bashful under his gaze.

“I thought we were over that.” He pulled you back to him, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. “It’s odd for someone who was moaning so wantonly before to be so shy after the fact.” He chuckled, openly the door to the car, pulling you out with him. That only made you blush harder.

“It doesn’t seem like your Yukimura came looking for you.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He trailed a hand down your neck. “Lucky us.”

Right, lucky you.

An awkward moment passed, before you shrugged, stepping away.

“I guess I should go find Oichi.” You sighed, glancing at him. “Oh, and Professor, can I schedule an appointment for this week?”

“To what do I owe the honor, little lady?” His tone was dry, like he could already see where this was going.

“Just academic issues, sir.” You smiled at him, a mischievous look.

“Come during office hours.” he pressed a finger to your forehead. “And without the scent of dog clinging to you.”

Oh he had been jealous.

He turned on his heels, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

“I’ll see you around.”

____________

Oichi took one look at you after you finally found her, still in the bar, and groaned.

“Oh come on! How did you manage to get laid?”

“It was the glitter. Oichi.” You giggled, pulling her into a hug. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”


Tagging: @lexiiferr @jemchew @frywen-babbles @tokugawalady @tearscrime @nairil-daeris Feel free to reblog and tag other people. ~ Thanks again for reading, and putting up with me and this college AU.

Here’s a little not!fic for the @sterekwritingroom flash event for the Solar Eclipse.

A little context before going into the thing:

So, we were talking with @yodas-yo-yo and @halekingsourwolf (you’re the one who asked us so you get credit too!) about the eclipse and what consequences a total solar eclipse would have on werewolves and we came to the conclusion that werewolves powers/senses are upped by the solar eclipse and that they feel it hours/days before and after the event and that they’re the most at peace with their inner wolf at this particular time. Also there’s a big international gathering where the Eclipse happens with werewolves (and other creatures) from all around the world like Woodstock but for werewolves. Also sex is A+

Wolfstock belongs to @yodas-yo-yo and bless @grimmypuff for making this readable because my brain couldn’t grammar anymore ♥

Now let’s go.

~

Werewolves have always been the most social of the shapeshifters and co, so they were the first to do the big gatherings many many years ago. These events were nameless at first, then people started calling them “Moonday” or “Day of the Moon”. Then 1969 happened and gave the world Woodstock and it impacted so many people that the werewolves started calling the eclipse “Werewolf Woodstock” as a joke, and it stuck with the younger generations who renamed it “Wolfstock”.

The pack discovers the thing about the eclipse after an almost fight with another pack.

The other alpha just told Derek he was “lucky for now” and that they’d “settle this after Wolfstock”.

The pack goes, “Hu? Wolfstock???” so Derek has to tell them everything.

Tells them that every time a total solar eclipse happens, there’s an international gathering of all kinds of creatures -but mostly werewolves- starting a few days before and going til a few days after. That there’s also an international truce so that’s why the other pack had stopped everything for now.

Derek tells them that the regular custom if you can’t travel is to meet with the packs from your area or just have a big celebration with your own pack.

The pack is floored because “What the fuck Derek! It’s 2015 and you still haven’t told us about this after all these years??”

Derek admits under his breath that he went to a few of them with his family and that it’s something he’ll never forget, can’t forget, and that it’s hard to think about going again without them.

So they let it go for this year and end up doing a pack meeting where they just do nothing except watch movies, eat food and feel super relaxed.

They miss it again the year after because it’s in March and in South-Asia and they have school/work obligations they can’t escape so it’s another instance of bad timing.

Which leads them to this year’s eclipse which is actually in America, in summer and they have all the time to enjoy it.

“I feel like Harry Potter going to the Quidditch World Cup!!” Stiles is literally vibrating and barely manages to contain his energy. The eclipse is already acting on his emissary powers and his euphoria spreads all along the pack bonds.

They’ve travelled east to Hopkinsville, Kentucky (where the eclipse will last the longest) three days before the event and join the Wolfstock people in a field a few miles away from the town.

There are booths and tents everywhere, people from all around the world, and so many languages it’s like going to Disneyland.

They find a spot for their tents and once everything’s ready they pull out blankets to lie on and take a nap or go wandering for the less tired of the pack.

Derek tries to get away from them for a moment because he’s a little bit overwhelmed by the memories. Not ten seconds after he leaves, Stiles comes up at his side and just bumps his shoulder with his in silent acknowledgement.

They end up going to see the booths and buy food and meet a lot of new people. Derek lets Stiles do most of the social part and just spends his time gazing at him softly, watching him be happy. His heart still clenches a little bit thinking about his family but he’s happy to be here with his new pack and these new people who love him. But especially this boy, now a man, who just embraces everything without looking back and never lets him down, and if Derek gets a bit emotional it’s just because of the eclipse, ok!

Stiles shakes him out of his thoughts by grabbing his hand because “Come on Der’ there’s a fairy band on the main scene!! I wanna see it!” and just doesn’t let go. Derek’s heart stops a little bit every time Stiles moves because it reminds him their hands are touching. No biggie.

Stiles interlaces their fingers and Derek has a minor heart attack.

So his wolf is literally doing backflips in his mind. Whatever. It happens. Must be the Eclipse.

Derek casts a glance at Stiles who’s dancing a little, looking at the scene with the biggest smile ever and a lot of red on his cheeks.

The bond feels like a glitter bomb ready to explode all over him at any moment.

Derek has never felt this calm and this alive before so he does the only thing that makes sense, and puts his other hand on Stiles’ face to turn it his way and kisses him.

They don’t get out of their tent much over the next few days -solidifying their bond in every way- except on the day of the Eclipse when a chorus of surprised woofs and shout rises from the other tents.

Stiles goes outside to see all his werewolf friends turned into actual wolves, and an exhilarated laugh escapes him when he feels a bump on his knees and wolf Derek is here, his eyes shining with happiness.

When the Moon starts hiding the Sun, all the wolves howl in unison and time stops its course to seize the perfection of this instant.

~

The Greendale Seven (and others) + dabbing

Troy and Abed: They dab all the time. They added it to the end of their handshake. They love it
Britta: Refuses to dab on principle. She has to “reject societal norms. Conforming is a step backwards”
Pierce: Dabs to try to be cool and hip to the youngsters. Does it so much he almost gets Troy and Abed to stop because “he’s ruining it”
Annie: Dabs with Troy and Abed but doesn’t really get it.
Shirley: Doesn’t dab but gladly puts up with it but only after the group assures her it’s not a cult/satanic thing. She tries to understand the fad since her boys dab so much, but she gives up on understanding after awhile.
Jeff: Hates dabbing. Has never dabbed in his life because it’s stupid and pointless and for children. Only Annie knows he’s done it in secret just because he was curious.
Frankie: Has never dabbed. Doesn’t get it, doesn’t want to. Just wants this dumb trend to blow over.
The Dean: Made a dab themed costume. Dabs to try to fit in. Makes dabbing a school dance theme.
Chang: Dabs as he’s fleeing the scene after doing something immoral/illegal/wrong.

BONUS: Greendale is now proud to offer Dabbing 101. Take your dab to the next level!

Rain

@lilaudrey23 : Hi Love! My name is Audrey and I would love an imagine if you could 😀. Something to do with dancing in the rain but me being afraid of the storms and him being cute and building a for at home. You can make up whatever you want
*Mwah* Thanks Love

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

The rain felt nice against your skin. Clearly it was stupid to wander into the rain in just your pyjamas, but the rain was your favourite weather and you couldn’t help it.

And as always, your boyfriend Tom staggered behind you, wiping the sleep from his eyes. It was 3 am, and yet you couldn’t have a care in the world. The British skyline was filled with clouds as a thin mist fell from the heavens above. Staring up, you twirl.

“isn’t it cold?” Tom asks.

“not when you dance, so get over here and dance with me.” You say, smiling like the Cheshire cat.

You grab his hands as he walks towards you. He kisses your forehead and you lean your head against his chest. You begin to sway back and forth as Tom hums Can’t Help Falling In Love. It’s a scene right out of a romance novel. It’s cheesy but these are the moments you live for, between Tom filming and crazy fans, it’s almost as if you never get any alone time.

Picture perfect until the crash of thunder breaks the silence of the night. A flash lights up the sky. You jump away from Tom terrified. You don’t do thunder. 

As you make a run for the house, Tom stops too enjoy one last look at the neighbourhood in the early lighting, before following you in.

“Babe? You okay?” He asks when he finally locates you under a blanket in the living room. 

“No, I can’t stand storms. Rain I like but thunder and lighting…” You trail off looking out the window as Lighting strikes in the distances, you flinch.

“Why don’t you sit here and I’ll be right back.” He smiles and disappears.

He comes back arms full off blankets and pillows. He smiles. 

“Why don’t we build a fort?” You both smile and get to work.

As you lay in the newly built fort that occupies your living room, you turn to Tom.  He’s already looking at you.

“I love you.” You whisper as you settle your head on his chest.

“I love you too.” He whispers back. He presses a kiss on the crown of your head and closes his eyes.

anonymous asked:

Catching up on world history at hyper-speed also means going through pop culture phases at hyper-speed. Steve has caught up to the 90s and is going through a boy band phase. He's partial to BSB.

Bucky never managed to teach him to dance, though not for a lack of trying.  And he never had the chance to stumble over Peggy’s feet, either.  

But he had time now, and he had YouTube.  And the Backstreet Boys. (He discovered them watching a movie called This Is The End and the moves in the dance they did seemed simple enough.)

So he had JARVIS queue up the scene and play it on loop.  After a few times through the scene, Steve felt like he was getting the dance down pretty well.  At this rate, maybe he’d join in the next time there was an opportunity to dance rather than spend the time propping up the bar.

“…Whaaaaat are you doing?”  Sam sounded like he was smiling entirely too wide.   

Steve spun on his heel to see Sam standing in the doorway smiling so wide his cheeks probably ached.  “Um.”

Sam seemed to smile wider, somehow.  “You know, I never thought I’d say this, but I love the Backstreet Boys.”

fic: if we were the last, 1/2

Hardy/Miller; set about four months after the s3 finale.

Ao3

Hardy leant back in his chair and rubbed at his eyes under his glasses. It had been a long day, mostly spent reviewing CCTV footage to do with their latest case, and it had led them exactly nowhere. Waste of time.

Miller had disappeared some time ago; where to, he wasn’t sure, but her coat was still hanging on the back of her chair so she couldn’t have gone far.

He stood up and stretched, then made his way to the kettle, filling it enough for two mugs.

“What are you doing?” Miller asked.

Hardy reached for the teabags and, without turning around, replied, “What’s it look like I’m doing?”

“Well, I don’t want one - I’m off for the night. Aren’t you coming?”

“Coming where?” he asked, baffled, as he turned and leant against the counter. His eyes widened as he took in her change of clothes. “What are you dressed like that for?”

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KAKASHI FEST DAY TWO IS SAKUMO AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO IVE GOT ABOUT 45 MINUTES


time to fuck shit up



Kakashi knelt down quietly, he was on top of the Hokage monument, so it was best to not cause a scene. He murmured a few words, chakra danced over his skin and leaked into the air.


Calming, the way the floating lantern lit up.


He stood and held it in his hands. So much to say but the lump in his throat made it impossible. The sun was setting, he knew. It would be best for him to let go of the lantern before it would be visible in the clear night sky.


A breath, a whisper and-


Fuck, this never gets easier.


A laugh crawled up to his mouth and he squashed it like the smallest of bugs.


He looked up. Today is a bad day, he decided. Always.


He took a deep breath, as if it would make it easier. “Thank you, Sakumo. Father. For the life you have gifted me.”


And the lantern was in the air.


He would cry at home, he decided. With his pack, within his safe place. And he would deal with any questions the lantern evoked.


Just like last year.

Fingering Visual!

Hello! I’m really sorry that I haven’t posted as much as I should have recently! Here’s a visual for you all! I hope you enjoy it! As always it contains very smutty visuals (that aren’t mine) so please don’t read it if you’re not into that kind of thing! Oh and feedback is always welcome!

Loves!

K

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Choices- Yeri (Red Velvet) and Nayeon (Twice:) Part One

Originally posted by omyseulgi

Originally posted by 0ncelovestwice

Prompt: A newly turned werewolf, you find your way into a supportive pack. Still learning the ropes, the alpha and beta’s daughters decide to befriend you. However, things get a little tricky when they both fall in love with you. How will it end? Only you can make the choice…

Genre: Romance/Drama, Werewolf!AU

Pairing: Yeri x Reader, Nayeon x Reader

Author’s Note: It’s totally fine that you requested two scenarios! I love this prompt, it’s so inspiring and creative to me! I hope you enjoy!


The lights were blinking so fast that you couldn’t even tell which color was coming after the next. The stank of alcohol roamed through the air, infusing its scent into your clothes and hair. You held your black jacket closer to your shoulders in discomfort, even though it was about a million degrees. You tried to avoid getting bumped into by passionate dancers, moving their bodies to the music that was blasting through the speakers, pounding in your head, making you feel the thump of the bass from deep inside of you. 

Clubs were never your scene. However, it was your 21st birthday, and your roommate insisted on taking you out. You had never cared much for alcohol or partying. You preferred to stay inside with your laptop and pizza, but god forbid you be allowed to do what you want. 

“Unni, I’m going to go get some fresh air for a minute!” you yelled to your roommate over the loud noise. 

“What!” Soojin exclaimed, flipping her dark locks over her shoulder. She walked over to you, adjusting the skirt of her skin tight black bodycon dress, heels clicking on the dance floor, gold hoop earrings swaying back and forth. “We’ve only been here for like fifteen minutes!”

“I know, but I’ll be right back!” you retorted, walking of the dance floor with an awkward cringe on your face. You and your roommate had never been the closest of friends. Then again, you didn’t have many friends, so it didn’t quite matter.

You walked out of the club, instantly relaxing once the cool night air hit your face. You breathed a sigh of relief as you walked down an empty sidewalk, then stopped to lean against the wall of the building. 

Suddenly, a figure was seen walking towards you down the street. As it became closer and closer, you felt your anxiety heighten. He gave off this aura that made you want to run away and hide, that made your heart pound in your chest and your grip on your dress tighten. However, your logical side tried to console you, telling you it was probably an irrational fear. Not every man who wears a black hoodie and walks past you on the sidewalk is a threat. He was probably just a tired college student on his way to get some gas station snacks. 

You avoided eye contact, looking down at the tips of your black high top converse. Just as he passed you, you felt a tight grip on your wrist. You sprang your head up to see that it was him who was holding onto you, his eyes still covered by the hood of his jacket. 

“Let me go!” you pleaded, trying your best to pull your hand away, but he had an unusually strong grip on your arm. He glanced up and looked in your eyes. You jumped at what you saw. They had an unusual caramel colored glow, that was so luminescent it almost resembled a flashlight. 

“Who… who are you?” you stuttered, face going pale. “What do you want from me?”

He let his free hand fall out of the sleeve of his hoodie. You noticed that his finger nails were extremely long, almost resembling claws. He remained silent, but somehow that was more terrifying than even the harshest of words. He pushed you against the building, raising the hand closer to your face, the sharp tips of his claws getting closer to your skin by the second, glinting in the moonlight.

“Stop!” you yelled, trying your best to push away. “Help! Unni, somebody, anybody!”

Suddenly, a white figure that moved so fast you couldn’t identify what it was pushed him away from you. Ugly snarls and howls erupted from the two who tussled on the sidewalk. Amidst all the turmoil, you felt something drip down your head. As you raised your fingers to your head, you a felt a warm and oily substance. You let in come into your vision. 

The claws did scratch you. 

You felt all of your systems shutting down, all of your strength depleting. As your sense of reality began to fade away, the last thing you saw was the face of your savior. Fair skin, dark eyes, red lips…

And then everything went black.


You woke up in a sense of comfort, like you were lying on a soft cloud, being warmed my a nice blanket. Someone was dabbing your forehead with a cool washcloth, and stroking your hair with their other hand. You fluttered your eyelids open. 

A woman was hovering over you. She had fair skin, dark eyes, and red lips. She was wearing a white dress. She looked so ethereal, like an angel or a doll of some sort. She gave a small smile when she saw that you were up.

“Hey, you’re awake…” she smiled, setting her wash cloth down. “How are you feeling?”

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through the coldness

Originally posted by k-pop-crazy

Title:  through the coldness
Pairing: Kim Jongin/Reader
Genre: Dance instructor!Kai/ Journalist!Reader
Summary: Everything goes down the hill the moment she realizes that her life wasn’t how she had planned it. However, maybe she could use her ink to write about her friend Jongin so she could finally reach the success she always wanted. Yet, as she gets to know more about him…she realizes that she can see through his cold stare and find the warmth that he never shows to anyone but her.

Part I//Part II//Part III//Part IV//Part V//Part VI//Part VII//Part VIII: “Do not disturb.”


It’s impossible that she feels this nervous just because of a simple conversation. For the love of everything she had in the world –which wasn’t a lot but it was enough to make her happy-, she had presented a thesis, talked in front of a group of people to get in the job she had at the moment and cursed Byun Baekhyun a million times in front of everyone because the man was charismatic and charming but their sickened competition will keep going until one of them dies –and hopefully none of them do-, it’s all in good fun and those nervous feelings always settle when she has something sugary and breathes in and out. Occasionally, Minseok would be there offering either an ice cream or a sugary box of chocolates to keep her awakened and with her mind straight but now she was alone with her crush in a room that was too big but he was too close. Her heart is thumping against her chest and she prays that the small beverages, snacks and alcoholic drinks she had in that party would work as her ‘sugary treat for nervousness’, not that she ate a lot between all the congratulations and offers of new contracts that she declined with tenderness. Even so, she starts to wonder if her face is heating because he’s shirtless and her mind as confirmed that all those years of dancing has done something to his body to make it look like a sculpture of the renaissance itself. A god of those that she had read about in history back in high school couldn’t even reach Jongin’s Achilles heel even if they wanted to.

He licks his lips slowly and he looks down at her lips, wondering how he was containing himself from just pressing her against the wall and kiss her until her lipstick was off, however, his mind is filled with the travelling hands of Chanyeol that seemed to be wrapped around her in a loving manner in the party that had been finished about an hour ago. The man liked her, no questions asked; it seemed like she was the champagne of his fraternity party, as if she was all the difference in between the amounts of girls that were around him and surely, she could be that for him, which made him feel more jealous than he should. She grips her hands together and sighs heavily; Jongin is speechless even when he was the one that wanted to initiate a conversation. What to do in these situations?

Suddenly, he remembers a conversation that he had with Jongdae a few nights ago.

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Drugs he takes

Harry- LSD:
His eyes glass over and that’s the first thing I need to know to figure out he on something. Harry was never into the drug scene but the new life of a solo artist, he doesn’t have people to convince him out of things. I sit across from him and shake my head, he smiles and sticks his tongue out showing the small piece of paper. That gets me to smile a little, he smiles wider back and winks.

Louis-Ecstasy:
I can’t hear over the music, but I can see him dancing like a tool. Louis swaying lightly with his hat covering most of his face, but you can’t hide that grin. He meets my eye and smile seductively. I laugh and roll my eyes but he still walks over. “ what do you have going on?” He asked waving a hand to the bar tender. “It’s my birthday” I tell him sarcastically. He smirks, “ I got a gift” he says digging in his pocket and pulling out a small bag with 4 white pills in it. I give him a look unsure what I want to say. He leans close to me so I can feel his chest on my shoulder and he mouth breathing in my hair. “ what will it do?” I asked looking at him in the eyes feeling the shock run threw me. Louis smile and kisses my cheek" It makes your sense of touch very sensitive.“

Liam-Marijuana:
He sings softly to himself, smiling and making the world seem like a better place just by the light in his eyes; in which I mean how red they are.
“Jesus”, I say dropping my things on his couch, “ wanna open a window or light a candle?” He laughs from the kitchen. “I like the smell it gets me high without doing anything.”
Weed is Liam thing, drinking and weed. He never did anything that could effect his brain to a serious injury he needs it to write. His thick journal sits on the coffee table and he sits snugged with a bag of chips on his lap. I smile and take the joint from his fingers and sit next to him smelling his own sent.
“ show me what you wrote, snoop.”

Niall- Adderall:
His hands are fidgeting and his eyes are searching the room. We’re waiting to hear some new ideas about his album, since Niall made it clear that he wants the entire album under his own control, he is supposed to have 6 songs done by the weekend.
“Niall are you feeling alright?” One women asked putting her hand on his wrist. He smiles warmly and nods. “Just to much coffee, I guess” he responds awkwardly. “Anyways here are 5 songs.” He slides the notebook to me and I raise an eyebrow.
“We agreed on 6.” I say simply. His eyes rolled.
“ I did what I could without writing the same shit over.” He says annoyed, “how can I write with you all calling me asking how the writing coming? I didn’t sleep all weekend!”
“ I can tell.” I tell him coldly. “ I’ve dealt with people with drug addiction and I really hope you get it figured out, Niall.” I tell him clenching my jaw. His hands and even more fidgety and he stands up almost knocking mugs over on the table.
“ I do NOT have an drug addiction.” He says boiling, giving me the hardest look I’ve gotten before. “I just needed to stay awake.” He says for walking out.

Sleeping Confession

Context: You are a friend of both Sherlock and John and you end up falling asleep in Sherlock’s chair…

Warnings: Noneeee

Sherlock sat in his favorite chair, finger tips touching just below his nose. He was entranced in something from the case you both received earlier that week and you assumed he was on to something.

John sat next to you on the sofa, quiet as a mime. He looked over at you for any hint of what the heck was going on.

“John if you don’t shut up, I will kick you out.” Sherlock said, his eyes closed and his fingers still in their same position.

“I didn’t even say anything.” John said lightly.

“No, but your brain did. It’s like it’s going into overdrive. I can hear the gears turning.” He said, dropping his hands onto his lap and looking at us both. “You should learn from Y/N. She knows how to stay quiet.”

You sat there with a book in your hand, a mystery novel you had fallen in love with years ago and kept re-reading for the fun of it. Sherlock always made fun of you for reading such foolish literature, if you could even call it that. At the mention of your name, you looked up from a battle scene between two cowboys and smiled. Sherlock might pick on you but he enjoyed your company and vice versa.

“Well, she knows more about what’s going on than I do.” John said, standing up and grabbing his coat. “Anyways, I have some business to attend to if you don’t need me anymore.”

You waved John goodbye as he left the flat. It was a gloomy day and all you cared for was to curl up with your book by the fire and fall asleep with one of Sherlock’s throws from his bed.

“Is there any more you could possibly get out of that book?” He asked, standing and pacing the room.

“Is there anymore that you could possibly get out of that case?” You retorted. He scoffed in your direction but never slowed his pace. “Maybe if you re-read the file and go over the facts and evidence, you might uncover something new.”

Sherlock stopped in his wake and turned to face you. “Y/N, you are utterly brilliant and hard headed. You might be right.” He walked over to the desk set up between the two windows and sat there with his fingers dancing over the keyboards. You removed yourself from the sofa and relocated into his chair so that you were closer to the fire, and resumed the battle scene of the two cowboys fighting over the disappearance of a young maiden. Before you reached the end of the page, your eyes had closed completely.

It had been a few hours since you had fallen asleep and Sherlock was unaware of it. He was so intoxicated in his work that by the time he looked at the clock, it was already dawn.

“Y/N, you can go home now.” He said, assuming you had stayed up all night with him. When you didn’t respond, he stood, stretching his body, and walked over to you and sighing as he saw you sleeping soundly in his chair. He scooped you up and carried you into his room, laying you gently onto his pillow.

You whined as the bedside light hit your face but did not awaken. Sherlock sat at the edge of the bed, watching you sleep soundly. A strand of your Y/H/C hair fell over your face and Sherlock reached out to brush it away, softly caressing your cheek as he did so.

“You are beautiful Y/N. Exciting and stubborn, but smart and daring.” He leaned down and planted a small kiss on your forehead before leaving you to dream of a time where Sherlock confessed his feelings for you, because you too had feelings for him.

A/N:
Honestly, coming up with titles to these things are mind blowing. Wanna know what else is mind blowing? I wrote this with one hour of sleep. I’m also in class for 12 hours today. So yay me! I’m going to die. ALSO, I have yet to watch the new season of Sherlock and as a devoted Sherlockian and Cumberbitch, i feel as if i have betrayed my people. 

Masterlist

Originally posted by silent-micka

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A lot of people give David Michelinie’s run on Spider-Man, and his portrayal of Mary Jane/the marriage flack.

Regardless of how on point those criticisms are one thing I think was pretty cool was that he retained MJ’s love of partying and using it to help deal with her problems. At the start of his ASM run she addressed her issues with her family and was no longer running away from her problems as her default setting.

But she still if stressed out or having problems (like when she was out of work) would go out dancing to help her cope. It was her equivalent of Peter going off web-swinging (yet another reason she is such a great match for him). But she had grown up enough to not use that as a crutch so it wasn’t like she’d hit the clubs most of the times she was concerned about Peter or things were getting too much for her. She just did it every so often, which was refreshing because had it been handled more poorly you’d have seen her do that all the time because she was constantly stressed or something. 

As was though when she was out of work she hit the clubs up a few too many times and she and Peter had maybe one argument over it.

What was perhaps really, really great about it though is that at no point ever does Peter feel at all jealous, threatened or anything like that over MJ going off alone to dance with strangers, including other men. There isn’t even a moment where Michelinie’s issues making a point of saying:

Look. Peter Parker has no problem with his wife dancing with other men

It is treated as such a non-issue that it’s never even brought up, the most we get is in ASM #298 where MJ has taken Peter to a club and when offered a dance by someone else asks if he doesn’t mind. But the scene could just as easily be read as MJ is asking if Peter doesn’t mind her leaving him alone in the club she’s dragged him to.

Peter having such an attitude and that dynamic between them is I feel very positive and more poignantly (from a creative point of view) refreshingly avoids cliche. 

One might argue that it is not the attitude most men in the late 1980s New York (or even now perhaps) would have, thus it goes against the everyman concept of the character. But at the same time the trick with long running super hero characters like Spider-Man is that you have to negotiate a balance between their core concept, their role as heroic (as in ultimately morally decent) human beings, their personal history as characters and at the same time doing something creative and novel. 

its difficult to do and I’d argue few if any writers can perfectly balance all of those things simultaneously, though I also find (especially among modern writers) that they simply prioritise one at the gross expense of the others, and it usually is the novelty part. *coughParkerIndustriescough*

In this case maybe someone out there could argue that no, most men wouldn’t be as chill about their wives going off dancing like this. But for Peter Parker who knows Mary Jane as well as he does, has been through very deep bonding experiences with her, he knows this stuff doesn’t mean anything or would lead to anything illicit. His wife just likes to dance or even lightly flirt for fun or to destress, that’s the end of it. It’s like how he knows in her job as an actress she might have to pretend to be in love with someone or kiss them for the camera but she isn’t actually in love with them. At the end of the day it’s just how she deals with things like how he wears spandex and fights crime to deal with things (which is weirder when you think about it). And if she’s proven that she is utterly loyal to him countless times, between agreeing to marry him, supporting him through Gwen’s death and even keeping his secret for many years without his even knowing it. 

Long story short, I really like this aspect of Michelinie’s run, whatever else may or may not be wrong with it.