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…”
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! 

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.


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.


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.


“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.

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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.


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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Jealous Suga
  • Suga: That seagull over there has a girlfriend but how come I can't get one.
Dance with me - LinxReader

Word Count: 897

Warnings: Fluffy????

Request: hey, can do an imagine where the reader wants to make a musical about her favorite movie clueless and she needs someone to play josh so she picks lin, and they fall in love. - @whatshernamemaria

A/N: Requests are open so hop over to the inbox xoxo 

p.s Sorry if I didn’t get the movie or scene right. I never watched clueless and so I had to research it. The song sang in this is called: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur 

Two years. Two long painful years is the time you’ve spent pouring your heart and soul into a play that you can’t even find the right casting for. The first year and a half was spent on making the music, the other half was spent on casting and budgeting. Having six months left before opening night, and not having one major character casted yet was a major red flag. Growing up you fell in love with the movie Clueless and now all your hard work and devation will be for nothing, if you couldn’t cast Josh. 

“It’s okay to take a break, you know”, your lovely friend Chris Jackson said putting a hand on your right shoulder. 

Currently you were sulking in one of the dressing rooms, preparing yourself to give up on this ridiculous musical. 

“I don’t know if that’s a stupid Hamilton reference or not, but I can’t just take a break Chris”, you snapped at the older man, “I got six months till the curtains open and I haven’t even casted one of the most important character yet!”

Smiling, Chris rubbed your shoulders, and gave you a few words of encouragement. Telling you that everything was going to be alright and you shouldn’t worry about anything. 

“I have a friend”, he stated like it was the single most important thing in the world. 

“Really? You actually have someone else you call a friend, that isn’t me? What a suprise.”

“No need to be smart, young lady”, Chris gave your shoulders a squeeze between turning you around so he could look at you, “I have a friend, he is currently taking a break from this other musical, but I’m sure he’ll love to be a part of yours. Let me call him and see if he’s available to come in tomorrow to audition for Josh, okay?” 

“Okay, he better be perfect, or I’m kicking your ass.” 


You stood in the middle of the stage, the day before opening night. Empty seats before you made you want to cry. Tomorrow those seats will be filled with people ready to see your musical. 

“What are you still doing here? I thought everyone left alright.”, The only voice that can cause you to smile and make your heart skip a beat at the same time spoke. 

Turning around you were met with the man who gleefully agreed to play Josh. His hair was pulled back in a messy bun, hands stuffed into his jean pockets, shoeless, and smiling at you. Sighing you tilted your head a little bit as you opened your mouth to reply to the man standing before you. 

“I can say the same for you.”, running a hand through your hair, you watched as Lin slowly made his way towards you.

Dance with me?” Lin stretched his hand to you inviting you to grab it. 

“Excuse me?”

“You’re either really stressed or nervous about tomorrow, it’s understandable. I’ve been there, but you need to relax. Tomorrow will be perfect, don’t worry”, He took another step closer to you, instead this time he grabbed your hand making you be closer the man who you have been in love with since he walked into the theater with Chris. 

“I knew I loved you then/but you’d never know/’cause I played it cool/when I was scared of letting go/I knew I needed you”, Lin began to sing to you the song Josh sings at the end of the play when both Cher and him admit their love for each other. Placing your head on Lin’s chest, listening to him sing softly to you as the two of you swayed from side to side in a circle. 

Lin moved his hand from your waist and placed it under your chin, lifting it up so you could look at him. His chocolate colored eyes were warm and inviting as he smiled. 

“For a minute I forget that I’m older/I wanna dance with you right now/and you look as beautiful as ever”, He let go of your hand and placed both his hands on the sides of your face, “And I swear that everyday it’ll get better/you make me feel this way somehow”

He trailed off, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks. You couldn’t help but take a glance at his lips. Everything about him was perfect. From his phsyical features to his heart. It was as if he was an angel sent from heaven. 

“Can I kiss you?”, the words startled you, as you looked back at his eyes. He was staring at you looking for a response. Slowly you nodded your head.

The moment his lips touched yours,a sigh left you. You brought your hands up to hold onto his sweater. The kiss was short and sweet as he was the first to pull away. Keeping your eyes closed you couldn’t help but smile.Then you felt his lips on your forehead. 

“I believe in you. Tomorrow, everything will be perfect”,opening your eyes you brought your left hand to caresse he side of his face, your fingers gliding over his smooth skin. 

“You’ll be with me right? You won’t go anywhere after the musical is over?”, your voice trembled, scared of what his answer might be. 

“Trust me. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be by your side”, Resting his forehead against yours, you couldn’t help but smile even more.  


@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

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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.


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.

Drugs he takes

Harry- LSD:
He 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 warmly back and winks.

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.“

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 was 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.

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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!




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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.

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. 


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Yurio’s Phone Pics from GPF SOCHI - Yuri on Ice Meta/Analysis

I feel like this deserves its own post. Today I noticed that all of these pics came from Yurio’s phone. If you’ve read my theory on Yurio has a crush on Yuuri, then you’ll see how this fits in perfectly.

Let’s start with Yurio’s home screen. Why is this Yurio’s? It’s in Russian so it could be Viktor’s, but look at the pirohzki in the background. That’s Yurio favorite food, not Viktor’s. (Also the orange cheetah print background)

Evidence 2: The GPF folder shows at least 1,000 pictures and the last one is of Yurio, our selfie king.

Now let’s take a look at the pictures Yurio took during the banquet. YUURI is in pretty much ALL OF THEM.

Sure Viktor is in some of them, but the focus is and has always been Yuuri. Now, Yurio didn’t take all of these pictures since he’s in some of them and we saw the beginning ones on Viktor’s and Chris’s phone. But that just means that Yurio saved them/had the others send them to him.

Bottom line: He wanted pictures of Yuuri.

Now when Yuuri first got to the banquet, Yurio and Viktor were standing together so the pics of Yuuri walking with the bottle are him walking towards Viktor and Yurio.

He probably gives Yurio the smacktalk Yurio has been waiting for and then challenges him to a dance-off. Then we get some of Chris’s photos of said dance-off, where Yurio looks like he’s having a blast with Yuuri. (Bonus: Look at Mila freaking out over seeing a side of Yurio she’s never seen before.)

Then we get the poledancing scene. These pics definitely come from Yurio’s phone. Important to note: On Yurio’s phone screen list, most of the poledancing pics are of Yuuri and only one of Chris.

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Emma and Regina standing side by side, loving smiles on their faces, watching their son dance with his girlfriend; Regina realizing that she doesn’t need to worry about raising Henry alone because Emma is there with her; the lighting is soft, they both look happy and beautiful while “In My Dreams” plays in the background.


(Sebastian Stan x Reader)

A/N: Thank you @chuckversusmyblog for the request, I hope you like it!

“Wow that was the lamest joke I’ve ever heard!” You say giving a sympathetic laugh to Chris, your costar in the new avengers movie you’re shooting.

“Okay, okay, give me one more shot.” He says while grabbing your hand gently to prevent you from walking away.

“Fine.” You whisper followed by an exasperated sigh.

As Chris tells yet another awful joke, you can see your boyfriend Sebastian out of the corner of your eye glaring at the two of you from across the room. You knew he got jealous easily, but you never thought he would mind you hanging out with someone who you’re both close friends with. You give a fake laugh and tell Chris that his joke was good resulting in him doing a victory dance that was just as bad as his jokes. Once finished celebrating, he gets called over by the directors telling him that its time to film a scene that requires his presence. You bid farewell followed by a short, friendly hug and part ways. As you make your way over to Sebastian you can tell he’s upset; arms folded tightly over his muscular chest, eyebrows furrowed and lips curved into an angry frown.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” You ask him wrapping your arms around his shoulders, knowing full well ‘what was up’.

He remains still with his arms folded looking straight over your head, paying you no attention, “Nothing.” He states with no emotion.

“Don’t lie to me, I know something is wrong. What can I do to help?” You whisper in his ear seductively while running your hands down his back to land on his ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Don’t tease me y/n.” He growls back at you, backing out of your grasp, “You and Chris, what was that about?”

“What are you talking about, you know I would never do anything with him.” You say looking into his beautiful icy blue eyes while placing your hand on his bicep tenderly.

“You were flirting! The hand holding, the hugging, the giggling…” He trails off running his hands through his thick brown locks.

“I was not! He grabbed my hand to stop me from walking away, I hugged him to say goodbye and giggled because his jokes sucked. I’m really sorry if that upset you babe, how can I make it up to you?” You question sincerely, genuinely worried that you’ve hurt your boyfriend’s feelings.

“Did his jokes really suck?” Sebastian asked you with a smille forming on his lips.

“Definitely. Yours are so much better.” You say smirking followed by standing on your tippy toes to softly place a kiss on his perfectly pink lips.

“Good. I was starting to get jealous, I know you’d never do anything but you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I never want to lose you.” He says grabbing your hand as the two of you walk off to grab lunch, “Remember how a minute ago you asked how you could make it up to me?”

“Yeah. Do you have an idea?”

“I know just the thing.” He replies with a smug smile across his face as you walk towards his trailer.

Let’s just say you two didn’t spend your lunch break eating lunch. ;)

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I don’t know why I had fallen for the built up over it. But I had been so impressed with Colin and JMO’s singing and some of the dance moves shown for behind the scenes that I assumed we would get something at the most entertaining from Regina’s part.

In no way did I expected it to be nearly as awesome like she had described, but I had expected something better than what has so far been shown from her.

So This Is Love? Part 4

Characters : Single!Jensen x Reader x JJ

* Can I request a fic where the reader is a Disney princess actor at Disney World and she meets JJ and Jensen when they come? I know it’s not very detailed, just a thought I had@anon

A/N: hope you all enjoy this! Let me know what you think?

Warnings: language?
Word count : 2,037

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“He’s coming over here.” Will muttered.

You snapped your gaze back to Jensen, and immediately, you felt your heart begin to speed, pounding profusely in your chest.

Heat radiated off your body, as he strode over to you. Not once taking his eyes off your silhouette.

He couldn’t believe it. Leaving Disneyland, he was sure he’d never see you again. The odds were big, and with that chance, it would have been impossible to run into you again.

But here you were. Standing now only a few feet away from him.

“Hey! Aren’t you the girl who dressed up as that Rapunzel character?” He asked, his stomach churning by the second. “In Disneyland?”

You were taken aback. It’s been a little over a month, how did he remember you, let alone remember what you looked like?

Jensen noticed the crease in your forehead, which created him to grow even more nervous. “I’m not a stalker or anything I-wow I am such an idiot.” He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Both Will and Paisley chuckled as you shook your head.

“N-no. It’s true.”

He snapped his gaze up, furrowing his brows.

“I-I mean it’s true that I played Rapunzel.” You exclaimed. “I wasn’t calling you an idiot or anything.”

His lips slightly curved, as he stared endlessly into your eyes. He wasn’t sure why, but somehow you made him feel calm. At ease. As if nothing could ever go wrong.

It was strange to say the least. Everything about you intrigued him. The mystery in your eyes, the curves of your lips, even the sound of your voice. Every part of you hypnotized him into a trance.

Will nudged your side, snapping you both back into reality.

“We have the Star Wars panel to get to soon.” He whispered.

You quickly nodded, blinking once or twice as you swallowed hard. “Right. Yeah.” You hesitated. “It’s nice to meet you-”

“Jensen. And you are?”

“I’m Y/N, and these are my friends Paisley and Will.” You stated.

He flashed them both a soft smile, as he duh his hands into his pockets. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

Will licked his lips, eyeing him up and down. “And it’s so nice to meet you too.”

“Alright, well I better get back. I’m sure I’m going to get my ass chewed out for coming over here.” He cackled.

You let out a soft chuckle, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Jensen! Come on man!” Jared called out.

He shot a glance over there and nodded. Waving him off. He then quickly met your eyes, and felt the nerves pick back up.

After Disneyland, he often thought about you, and he’d be damned if he let you slip away again.

“Um, w-would you like to maybe hang out with me tonight?” He took in a deep breath. “They usually have a party around the corner with a few fellow actors and what not, and I don’t know, maybe we could-”

“We’ll be there!” Paisley interrupted. “Don’t worry.” She winked.

Jensen let out a chuckle, as he glanced down at his feet, trying to hide the smile.

“J! Don’t make me drag you back over here!” Jared groaned.

“Yea okay, I have to go. But hey-” he reached for your hand, causing immediate chills to cover you. “Meet me outside by the front entrance, around nine tonight. Okay?” He smiled.

You sucked in your lower lip, feeling the blood rush up to your cheeks. “O-okay.” You whispered.

Everything happened so quickly. Before you knew it, Jensen was gone, and out of reach. The air lightened, making it easier to breathe again.

You were so caught up in your thoughts, you almost didn’t realize Will dragging you toward the Star Wars panel.

Jensen took up all the corners of your mind, and no matter how hard your tried to focus on anything else, you couldn’t. Which scared you because getting your hopes up for something you couldn’t control, was terrifying.


First day of Comic Con was a success. You met a handful of your favorite actors, along with awesome people who shared the same interests as you.

Through out the day, you three had received quite a few compliments over the unique cosplay idea you came up with. Mixing frozen and Star Wars together.

But now as everything settled, and the sun set allowing the moon to illuminate the night sky, you and your friends were back at the hotel. Getting ready for a night you will never forget.

“Can you believe it? We are actually going to party with celebrities!” Paisley squealed.

“I know! I have a feeling I might meet my sugar daddy tonight.” Will exclaimed, winking at you.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and chuckle as you watched them dance and gawk over who they are going to snatch up tonight. It was probably the most entertaining thing you’ve heard all day.

“Uh, why aren’t you getting dressed?” Will asked.

You shrugged your shoulders and yawned. “I just don’t think it’s my kind of scene. I mean besides, why is someone like Jensen wasting his time on someone like me?” You muttered. “He’s probably just trying to get into my pants and that’s it. No thanks.”

Will shook his head, as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh no. You are not doing that again.”

“Doing what?”

“You always think negatively when it comes to guys who show any interest in you. First it was Peter, then Mark and now the dilf.” He spewed. “I mean that guy came back looking for you the same day he met you. I don’t think he’s only interested in just sex.”

Maybe he was right? Maybe Jensen did want more? But that was a risk you weren’t sure if you should take.

Will could read you like an open book. Noticing the worry lines on your head. “Look, I can only imagine what’s going on in that crazy brain of yours-” he exhaled. “But if you really don’t want to go tonight, I will stay here with you.”

His lips fell, and you could tell he really did not want to stay in for the night. And he wouldn’t live this down.

“No, I’ll go to the party.” You exhaled.

He flashed a cheeky grin as he pulled you up to your feet. “Not dressed like that you aren’t.” He stated. “Come on, we are going to make sure you break necks tonight!”


The air was still and warm, something that was usual in the beautiful San Diego.

Your heart was beating rapidly, feeling as if it were about to jump right out of your chest. Walking down the street, you had your arm
linked with Paisleys. Growing anxious by the second.

Jensen was outside of the building, his hands deep into his pockets as he waited with Jared and Cliff.

“So she’s the girl from Disneyland?” Jared asked.

He nodded, feeling his palms cover in sweat as nerves washed over him completely. He hasn’t felt this way in such a long time. Hasn’t even been on a date with another woman since Danneel. It was strange and yet exciting.

“Yep. The Rapunzel chick.” He exclaimed.

“Is this like a date or-”

“What? No. It’s just two people hanging out, getting to know each other. That’s all.” Jensen stated.

Jared scanned his friends face. Trying to read what he was actually feeling.
“Are you sure?” He asked.

J pursed his lips, “look. I’m just not ready to date anyone. I mean, Danneel just signed the papers two weeks ago. This is the first time I’m actually single since 2007.” He muttered. “I need to pick myself up again before I go back out there. But Y/N? I don’t know why but there’s just something about her. And I guess I just think she’d be a really cool person to get to know. That’s all.”

Jared wasn’t sure if he should believe him. But he knew he had to support his friend, no matter what.

You turned the corner, and right away you spotted the boys. Jensen made your stomach flutter as you watched him.

You didn’t even realize you were squeezing into Paisley’s arm.

“Y/N! Let go of me.” She hissed, pulling her arm out of your grasp.

You snapped out of your trance, and parted your lip. “Sorry.” You whispered. “I guess I’m just nervous.”

Walking closer, Jensen shot his eyes over to you and felt his breath hitch to the back of your throat. He was mesmerized, watching you slightly sway your hips as you strode closer to where he was.

The way the moon shined over you, captivated him, luring him into the depths of your beauty. He was hypnotized.

One, last step and you were just a few feet away from him. The heat radiated off your body, causing you to melt into a flustering mess.

Jared cleared his throat, and flashed a smile down at you. “It’s nice to see you, Rapunzel.” He chuckled.

You giggled along with him, and grinned. “Why thank you. I had to sneak out of the tower, but it’s worth it.” You winked.

Jensen’s lips curved, watching you as you talked to Jared like he was already a friend.

“I like you.” Jared cackled. “You’re funny.”

“Oh thanks. I-”

“I’m paisley.” Paisley batted her eyes up at him, seductively boing on her lower lip.

“Oh hi. I’m Jared and this is our friend Cliff.” He stated.

You and Jensen glanced at one another, feeling the heat course through you once again. His eyes were soft as he met yours, and everything seemed to fall into place. It was as if nothing could go wrong.

“Hi.” You whispered.

That smile, the smile that hooked Jensen and never let him go. The smile that made his stomach flutter.

He could see you smile for the rest of his life and be completely content.

“Hi.” He exhaled.

“Okay, we better go. Amell just texted me. Told me the party has already started.” Jared cackled.

He opened the door and slid into the car, and as you were about to climb in, Jensen pulled you back.

“Y-you want to walk with me?” He asked, swallowing hard.

Your cheeks burnt red. “Sure.” You smiled.


The bar was only a couple blocks away from where you were. But you wished it were further, so you could spend more time with Jensen.

“So how long have you been working at Disneyland?” Jensen asked, walking inches away from you.

“Um only about six months. But it’s been the best six months of my life!” You cackled.

“You love Disney that much?” He chuckled.

Your eyes slightly grew as you flashed a cheeky grin. “Oh yea! I grew up with disney. It was my home. I guess.” You exhaled.

As you went on and on about your love for Disney, Jensen watched you in awe. Seeing you light up as you talked about something you were passionate about was somehow satisfying.

“Sorry, I’m blabbing. I tend to do that when it comes to Disney and crap.” You chuckled.

He shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders. “No don’t worry. Trust me, I get it.” He exclaimed. “I feel the same way with acting. I guess acting is my Disney.”

“If you had to be one Disney Prince, who would you be and why?” You asked, jumping in front of him to face him.

Jensen thought for a moment, but smiled. “Easy, I’d be Flynn Rider. That guy was made for me.”

“Oh really? So you steal things and live in sarcasm?”

“Duh! Is there any other way to live?” He chuckled.

“Okay, what’s the best thing you have ever stolen?” You asked, easing a brow as a smile formed on your lips.

Jensen looked over every aspect of your features. And something changed inside him. He knew he wasn’t ready to date, but somehow, in that moment as he stood before you, he realized something.

He kept his gaze on you, as his breathing fell slow. “I’m beginning to think I haven’t stolen it yet.” He whispered.  



BTS Reaction: That Green Eyed Monster.

So I got a bunch of requests, in short, saying: sexy concept with another guy, how would BTS react? The scene will vary from member to member. 
Since Jiminie and Hobi were specified, I’ll follow those little guides from the sweet anons~

“Can I get a BTS reaction to watching you perform a sexy dance with another guy to your new song” 

“Can I get a BTS reaction to them getting jealous over your new dance partner” 

“Can I get a BTS imagine where J Hope gets jealous because I’m always in the studio with other guy artists and I’m so busy I never have time for him”

“Can I get a BTS imagine where Jimin watches my new music video and gets jealous because I am doing a sexy dance with another guy”

“Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other.” 

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The Dance: Part One?

(Inspired by @starrycove dance au and this version? Adrien is three years older….)

She was finally here… All those days training, all those nights mourning her feet. It was all worth it; for this moment. The moment she had became a student at Agreste Academy of Dance. This was the place where all of the great dancers went to learn and where Adrien Agreste; son of Gabriel Agreste, the man who created the school; attending as a student.

Marinette have never seen the dancer in action herself; but was excited to work with him. She heard that he was a excellent dancer; that his technique was near perfect. 

“Dear, your barely breathing….” Her mother laughed next to her; holding a duffel bag in her left hand and placing the other on her daughter’s shoulder.

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