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ichigopeaches · 2 years

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My Muse ~ Jean Kirstein

Jean Kirstein high school AU

Jean Kirstein x female reader

Summary: Jean being an absolute simp pining for Eren’s little sister from afar, eventually musters up the courage to ask her to pose for a drawing one afternoon.

Word count: 4.1K

Warnings: just fluff :)

Hi loves! This is my first story on here, it’s longer than I expected, just a stand alone. I hope you guys like it either way ♡

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Since the day he passed by you his first day of Senior year he had been in a trance.

Every time he’d see you he’d make sure to get a good look at you, so that way once basketball practice was over he could run to the art room and begin sketching you. Everyone knew he had a thing for art. They just didn’t know that the past couple of weeks his latest project had been about you.

Later he found out that you were his teammates Eren’s little sister in the locker room by Connie, Sasha befriended you so he heard all the gossip about her.

“ Yea apparently she’s a year younger than us, she transferred from an elite ballet boarding school to focus more on her studies. I don’t know man I’d gladly be twirling in a fluffy twu-twu if it meant I’d be getting out of Macro. “

Hearing that made his heart flutter. Such a pretty sport for such a pretty girl, he was over the moon. Sure he’d seen plenty of pretty girls. But he was so drawn to you. From a distance you seemed quiet and reserved. So put together with the black ribbon tying two pieces of your hair back you’d wear sometimes, carrying a book in one hand and coffee in another. Apparently you were super smart too, sometimes when he would check out an art book for inspiration at the library not far from the school he’d see you. Hair up in a jaw clip with your glasses on, book’s laid out everywhere studying. Even then you look absolutely stunning in his eyes. He had to get to know more about you. No matter what.

That day he was about to leave the locker room when Eren ask him if he wanted to hang out with him and Mikasa. They bicker a lot but got along well when they first met their freshman year. He accepted the offer needing study buddies for an upcoming AP Lit test and Mikasa was good in English, he then followed Eren to his car. Jean had his own car yes but him and his mom were sharing it and today she had to use it to run some errands. Hopping in the front seat, Eren soon joining him starting the engine and taking off.

They update each other on what’s been going on in their lives because since they were graduating in May they have been busy with school and applying to colleges. “ So any girls have caught your eye Jean boy? “

“ Enough with that stupid nickname, and no asshole. No one has caught my eye. “ It was probably the biggest lie he has ever said to Eren, he couldn’t tell him that he’d been secretly pining over his little sister. Eren was a hothead and he didn’t have a doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t be overprotective of his little sister. So for now he just kept his mouth shut.

His eyes widened at the realization that they were going to Eren’s house. You would be there right? What if you talk to him? He’s a complete dork when it comes to his crushes, he just knows he’s going to make himself look like a complete fool.

Eren parked in front of Mikasa’s apartment complex where she lives with uncle who was a professor at a nearby university, short compared to his niece yes, but just as intimidating. Switching his car into park, Eren looks over at Jean with a hint of humor in his eyes. “ We’re at Mikasa’s, hop in the back horse face she’s sitting up here. “

Jean’s face scrunches up in annoyance. “ Are you fucking kidding me she can sit in the back, I got here first. “

“ You asshat get in the back I wanna sit next to the most beautiful girl in the fucking world. “

Jean rolls his eyes, hopping in the back. “ Confess to her first then I’ll take you seriously with your puppy love. “

Just as Jean finishes his sentence Mikasa is seen walking down the steps, staying home for that day for a doctors appointment and there was no point in going to school. Although she had an intimidating aura from her dark clothing choices to her height, she was a warm soul that Eren loved so much since he was nine.

Getting in the car Mikasa greets Jean and Eren, who wastes no time taking off to his place.

Or at least that’s what Jean thought at first.

“ Hey dude isn’t this like, the opposite direction from your house? “

“ I didn’t tell you? I have to pick up [Name] from her ballet practice, she still practices at her boarding school on weekdays. “

It’s almost as if Jean was about to short circuit. He has to sit next to you in the car too? He’s going to embarrass the shit out of himself. If he could be home he would. Because he didn’t want to mess up his first time talking to you. Mikasa looked over at Jean when he didn’t say anything back to Eren, noticing Jean silently panic, it didn’t take much for her to put two and two together about Jean’s little crush. She kept quiet though not wanting to start anything.

Leading up to the boarding school Eren and Mikasa talked while Jean had his earbuds in. Nothing was really helping though. He was too nervous and kept on switching songs. He decided to hit shuffle and just quit messing with his phone.

Something About You by Eyedress begins playing just as they pull up into the school parking lot. Eren wanted to get out and show Mikasa what the practice room looked like because he thought Mikasa would of liked that. Tagging along, Jean had his hands in his pockets taking in his surroundings. The hallways were grand and everything was white with hints of gold. It was extremely clean, Jean noticed that too, way more clean compared to his big public school.

Eren found the practice room and walked in with Mikasa and Jean not to far behind him. They leaned against the wall so they weren’t in the way as the class still had fifteen minutes till it was over. And there Jean saw her. His music still playing, and as of the universe was on his side, he really agreed with the lyrics.

She looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

“ Pretty “ he muttered, knowing no one could hear him. [Name] along with the rest of her class was just finishing up a routine. [Name] gracefully danced, it was just like the first day of school, Jean was dazed. Studying her every body movements hoping he could capture it in his next art piece.

Class ended and [Name]’s classmates watched in awe as Eren went up to her and gave her a huge hug. Some giggling because of how handsome they found both Eren and Jean. “ How was your day buttercup “ [Name] scrunches up her nose at the nickname “ It was fine, Im just tired. “

“ Oh I haven’t even introduced you, this is my friends Mikasa and Jean. “ Eren took a step back and gesturing to the two, Mikasa was quick to wave. Jean however was abnormally quiet. You were a good amount of inches shorter than him, but everyone was short compared to his tall stature. You had your hair in a high ponytail with your bangs patted down the middle making them look like mini curtain bangs. You were wearing a black leotard with a white skirt with tool? Athletic? He wasn’t sure what fabric the skirt was, he’d have to do more research on that later for his drawing. You had a white cropped cardigan on with black tights that went along with your black ballet shoes. Dear god, was this love at first sight?

“ Dude, don’t be an ass say hi. “ Eren said snapping Jean out of his daze. The tips of his ears turning a bright red. “ Sorry man, “ - he turns over to you and swallows. - “ Hi, my names Jean, I’m Eren’s teammate. “ He was secretly celebrating about how he got through his first sentence without stuttering. “ Hi “ [Name] said quietly, looking up and smiled at him, it wasn’t a big grin, it was a small, warm smile. Either way, it made Jean’s heart beat fast as his face turned pink.

Eren squinted at Jean’s behavior, he’s usually loud and annoying. This isn’t the Jean he knows, he only gets like that when he-

Oh fuck no.

Eren was about to say something when Mikasa put her hand on his arm, signaling him to not do whatever he was about to do. He relaxed under her touch. But was going to make sure there wasn’t any funny business behind his back.

“ Alright kid lets get out of here, your friends are oogling at me and Jean and it’s making me uncomfortable. “ Mikasa snickers as Eren scrunches up his nose, the four walk out of the school and towards Eren’s car, all four hopping in, Eren turning on the car and peeling out of the parking lot.

Mikasa and Eren engaged in a one on one conversation, leaving Jean and [Name] sitting quietly in the back.

[Name] who is usually extremely timid around new people, turns to Jean, body positioning inwards with her knee brushing up against her duffel bag that sat between them. And strikes up a conversation.

“ So how long have you known Eren? “

Okay you fucking idiot, you absolutely cannot fuck this up for us. Jean turns to [Name] being able to get a better look at her features. And he was absolutely entranced. Her [eye colored] eyes held a soft look in them, almost innocent. Her naturally pouty lips shined from the tube of aquaphor he saw her apply on the way to Eren’s car, drawn in a neutral line. He could tell she took care of her skin, not that if she had acne he were to say she didn’t. Her skin just had a natural glow, possibly from her practicing, but he has had experience with the whole skincare thing because his mom was obsessed with it and would make him try out different things with her, and his mothers skin always glowed.

“ Uh, we met freshman year in our home room class, he would always visit my house though, so I guess that’s probably why I never met you before now. “ He was leaping for joy in his mind for not tripping over his words once again.

[Name] hums. “ Yea he’s mentioned you a couple of times but never showed me a picture. Honestly I assumed you were ugly because of how he described you. “ she giggles.

Jean froze. Is she calling me pretty? He clears his throat, pulling on his collar a bit as he felt the heat of his cheeks grow hotter. “ Are you saying- “

“ Hey horse face, we’re here, get out. “ Eren deadpans, glaring at him, Mikasa snorting telling him to tone down his attitude. Jean flips him off. Hopping out the car just as everyone else piled out.

Walking in the two story house, the four see piles of groceries with a sticky note from Eren and [Name]’s mother, Carla.

Sorry had to run to the bank and didn’t have enough time to put up groceries, I’ll be having dinner with your father at a restaurant nearby, there’s pasta in the fridge, love y’all :)

“ Mom should be attending to us what the hell. “ - Eren joked - “ Could you guys help put these up please? “ He asked. Jean and Mikasa obliged and started putting away groceries.

While putting things away, [Name] stumbles upon a bag of new toiletries. “ I’m going to put these away, could someone help me with my duffel bag? “ She asks, and almost an embarrassingly quick reply, Jean says yes.

With his eye twitching a bit, Eren looked like he was about to take the fruit in his hand and chuck it at him, but Mikasa gives him another warning glare. Eren relaxing, but not before muttering “ Imma kill that awkward fuck. “

[Name] not hearing Eren smiles at Jean and says to follow her upstairs. Jean inwardly gulping, follows [Name] upstairs.

He had never been in her room before as it was always closed when he was over. Walks in and sets down her bag, but not before taking a quick look around the room.

Her room was mostly white with wood furniture, her comforter a crisp white piled on with pillows and stuffed animals. She had fake and real plants scattered around the room and even some hanging. Her desk had her laptop propped up with a laptop stand and in front of it a green keyboard, pens and pencils in a little cup next to her keyboard set up with a T-I calculator on the edge of the desk. She had those aesthetically pleasing anime posters in frames around her room. What was most impressive was her wood bookshelf filled with manga. Topping it off was a large window that let the afternoon sun in and present the room in a warm hue of pink and oranges.

“ Your room is very pretty. “ Jean muttered as [Name] sheepishly smiles while opening the pack of toothbrushes to put in her other family members rooms. “ Thank you, I don’t really let anyone in here because a lot of my old classmates weren’t into anime and called me weird. “

“ Weird? I don’t think it’s weird, I think it’s cool that you’re into it. Could you give me some recommendations? “

[Name]’s eyes lit up. No one really took interest in her hobbies and more focused on her face and her talent in ballet. It’s what she was known for at her boarding school, but ever since she transferred to Eren’s school wanting to focus more on school, she was just now known as Eren’s pretty little sister. Not that she was completely affected by it, but she had a harder time making girl friends because all, except Sasha, Ymir & her girlfriend Historia, were more interested in finding ways to get close to her brother than getting to know her interests. Same thing with the guys that would hit on her, never asking about her and more so if she was willing to be their girlfriend so they could show her off to their friends like she was some trophy wife. So hearing Jean’s question was a breath of fresh air. “ Of course! “ Jean smiled at her excitement, she then went on a mini rant of what her favorites were and he hadn’t realized she was so talkative, but he assumed she gets like that when she’s comfortable with someone, the thought of her being comfortable enough to share her “ secret “ hobbies made his heart only beat faster.

Both were sitting cross cross on her carpet talking about everything and anything, enjoying each other’s company setting their task of putting the toiletries away aside. When [Name] began asking personal questions about him.

“ So what are your hobbies? “ [Name] asked curiously. Jean scratched the back of his neck. “ Uh, besides basketball I’m into drawing, it’s what I do on my free time if I’m not doing homework. “ [Name] perked up at the mention of his hobby. “ Really? Can I see some of your work? I never took you as the artsy type. “ Jean chuckled nervously, her eyes trained on him was making him feel awkward under her intense gaze, even if her eye color was different from her older brothers, the intensity was still the same.

They’re definitely related.

He pulled his journal from his backpack, being hyper aware of the drawings he has of her in there and tried his best to keep her from seeing them.

[Name] leans into him looking over the drawings in awe. Kissing distance practically, he couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or not and chose to focus on her perfume that smelled of a mix of floral and sandalwood, giving it a sophisticated smell from his perspective. He loved it.

When he wasn’t drawing her, he was drawing downtown such as the different coffee shops and the streets in black and white, all in incredible detail. She was amazed and unsubconsciously started flipping through the pages.

“ These are amazing- “

“ Wait- “

She ended up flipping to a page where he would sketch her, the one she landed upon was of her in the cafeteria staring out the big school windows with her tray in hand.

The two grew quiet. Jean in slight panic stared at her with wide eyes as [Name] had an unreadable expression. That’s it, she was going to kick me out of her room and snitch me out to Eren.

“ I swear it’s not- “

“ You’ve been drawing me? “

To Jean’s surprise, she had a warm smile on her face, eyes crinkling and cheeks dusted a light pink. He stares and nods his head slowly in silence.

She laughs, “ Don’t worry I don’t think it’s weird, it’s cute that I was at one point a project for you to work on. “

At one point? Please don’t flip the pages.

Acting confident, Jean swallowed, feeling more at ease knowing she’s not out off by it. “ You’re…really pretty. I couldn’t help it. You were my muse. “

[Name] blushed furiously, smiling more as she stared into his hazel eyes. “ Your muse? “

He nods gently. “ Yea…my muse. “

[Name] stays quiet, biting her lip to keep herself from smiling more, she definitely thought he was attractive, and he made her nervous, but didn’t really think he had more depth to him, but him admitting that he was secretly a lover boy only deepened her admiration for him more, hoping that whatever this was continued.

“ You think…you could draw me again? “

“ I thought you’d never ask. “

An hour or two passed by and Eren was growing worried as it suddenly got really quiet upstairs, he was sitting on the couch next to Mikasa working on homework when he noticed the silence upstairs.

“ Mikasa- “

“ They’re okay- “

“ It is silent upstairs- “

“ That doesn’t mean Jean would do anything under your supervision- “

“ Please shut up the thought of that makes me wanna projectile vomit. “

There was a pause, Mikasa rolling her eyes at her overdramatic best friend and gets back to working on AP Chemistry.

“ Fuck it, I’m going up there. “

Without giving Mikasa a moment to tell him otherwise, he walks upstairs in a fast quiet pace so that way if there anything going on they wouldn’t have time to make up an excuse.

The closer he got the more he heard quiet giggling. He knew from experience of being a playboy that was trying to get over his feelings for his best friend, that that was not a good sign.

Quietly peeking in, the scene in front of him was not what he expected.

[Name] was sitting on her bed facing the door but was too distracted giggling at Jean, who was sitting on the carpet criss cross with his journal and pencil in hand drawing [Name].

“ Would you hold still you changing facial expressions is messing me up. “

[Name] laughs. “ I’m trying! It’s just funny seeing your concentration face. “

Jean blushes, something Eren couldn’t see. Speaking of Eren. He was too close to gagging at the extremely lovey-dovey scene in front of him. He turns to walk away and sees Mikasa behind him with her arms crossed in front of her. “ What did I tell you? “

Eren scoffs quietly. “ Look for yourself. “ He whispers. Mikasa clicks her tongue and peeks inside. Her heart warms up at the two teenagers giggling. She turns and gently slaps Eren’s shoulder. “ Oh stop leave them alone, I think it’s cute. “

“ It’s weird, especially because it’s my sister. “

“ Come talk to me when you get all giggly for a girl like that then I’ll consider seeing your viewpoint. “ Mikasa says cocking her head to the side and walks away. Leaving Eren blushing, knowing that the only girl that gets his heart racing like that was right in front of him. She just didn’t know that.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with [Name] and Jean sheepishly flirting back and forth while Jean continued to make sketches of her. By the end of the night when it was time for Jean to leave, Eren being the one to have to drop him off as Mikasa’s uncle had already picked her up from “ The hotheaded boy who refuses to leave you alone “ house. Eren was waiting in the car as [Name] insisted on walking him out the door.

Both stood in front of each other staring, giggling from their previous conversation in her room. [Name] craning her neck up to look up at Jean, his skin looking smooth under the moonlight. She clears her throat a bit before speaking up. “ I had fun today. “

“ Yea…me too. “

“ Maybe next time we could show each other more of our hobbies? I’d love to be your muse again. “

“ Next time? “ Jean blushed, [Name] nodded. He swallows. “ Y-Yea. That sounds like a date. “ His eyes widened at his choice of words as [Name] giggles, looking down at her socks. “ Yea, a date. I like that. “

“ Really? “

“ Really. “

“ Oh well then…let me have your number and I can text you about the details later. “ [Name] smiles, gladly handing her phone to him, he typed in her phone his number, balancing the manga she let him borrow for him to read. Handing it back to her, she sent him a quick text to make sure he typed his number down right and his phone pinged.

He smiled at his phone, saving her contact as My Muse, and told her to smile. Confused at first he quickly snapped a picture of her awkward smile. Both of them laughing. Looking at her again, he couldn’t help admiring her features once again. “ So pretty. “ He admitted. [Name]’s cheeks turning crimson at the compliment. She was about to respond when Eren disrupted there little moment.

Honking loudly, Eren popped his head out the window. “ Come on slow ass let’s go. “

Jean rolls his eyes, silently cursing at his moment ruined. “ Well, I’ll see you later. “

“ Yea, see you later. “ [Name] quietly said smiling, closing the door.

Jean felt like he was on cloud nine walking to Eren’s car sitting in the front seat. Eren starting the engine and taking off towards Jean’s house.

Jean felt his phone ping and smiled when he saw [Name] automatically text him. Typing back, Eren looked over and saw why his best friend was super giddy with his hands glued to his phone, noticing the contact name and picture. Before noticing the stack of manga he knew was his little sisters because the block head had never willingly picked up a book. He gagged.

“ You guys are gross. “

“ Your sister is so beautiful. “

Eren rolled his eyes, his friend was absolutely whipped and he had just met her. “ I’m allowing whatever the fuck that “ - He gestured to Jean’s phone and the books - “ is slide but I swear to god if you fuck this up and she comes home crying- “

“ Eren. I am absolutely infatuated with your sister. I would never hurt her. You can count on that. “ Jean states firmly. Eren goes quiet. He’s never seen him so hard headed over a girl.

It puts him at ease though. He’s silently thankful that [Name]’s first ‘ relationship ‘ was with a guy who was head over heels for her. Knowing she’s in good hands makes him more lenient on her dating.

And Jean? Well, he was too busy thinking up of the perfect first date with you. And was determined that it wouldn’t be his last.

#aot #jean kirstein #fluff #modern au #attack on titan #high school #puppy love #jean kirsten x reader #aot x you

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years

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Let it Be Me (Part One)| Kevin Moon Imagine

soulmate au! x badboy! Kevin.

In which soulmates find each other on their graduation day and Kevin gets the growing suspicion that his is just as artistically inclined as he is. Let the competition begin.

Thank you @aniyawoos for giving me such inspiration, and for always listening to me rant about how perfect Mr.Moon is.

Genre: fluff, lil angst, soulmates

Part one | Part Two (Coming soon)

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Kevin was pissed.

He glared at his canvas, now caked with bold dark lines that mimicked a caricature of an unfamiliar face that he'd never set eyes upon. The girl's deep set eyes were furrowed into a frown, eyebrows perpetually pinched together in constant permanent thought, lips pursed as though silent protests were lingering along her tongue. But while Kevin would've normally been proud of mastering such a face in such little time, this did not negate the fact that this was definitely not his work.

Because the fact was that Kevin did not draw caricatures. He did not use dark tones. And he did not recall having seen such a girl, for he was sure that it would've sparked a memory if their meeting had been so significant.

"Why is this so dark?"

Kevin let out a snort as footsteps walked up beside him. He caught a glimpse of caramel coloured hair, a flash of too-white teeth.

"That's not your style," Jacob remarked as he leaned in close to inspect its details, "where are your watercolours? And your sceneries?"

Kevin's grip tightened impulsively onto his paintbrush. His jaw clenched in silence.

A fresh canvas, wasted just like that. His hand was still throbbing with a familiar tingle that had spread through him the moment his brush had touched the tip of the blank page, and the entire process was like a dream that he had stumbled through only to wake up disoriented and dizzy.

"I don't know," the raven-haired man muttered as his fingers combed through his locks.

"Not bad though," Jacob remarked with a whistle, "not bad at all. Who is she?"

Kevin's shoulders lifted in a half-shrug, though annoyance spiked through him at his friend's curiosity. Today was not one of those days where he could tolerate human beings, especially when nothing seemed to go right.

"Where are you going?" Jacob called out when he stood up abruptly from his seat, chair squeaking in protest as he made a grab for his rucksack and strode out of the room, mind still reeling from the confusion which had come with that sudden artistic turn of events.

Maybe it was his just off day, he concluded mentally, as he tried to ignore the soft tingling sensation thrumming through his fingers, as though a ghost of a presence was still present.

The second time it happened, he was in the middle of reproducing one of Monet's famous water lilies when his hand tingled with that familiar warmth, electricity dancing up and down his arm and numbing it so that his limb took a life of its own. He watched, horrified, as his beautiful lily pond turned into another stranger's face, flowers transforming into dark orbs staring back at him, the water trail twisting into a bold nose, a vine curling to form a cupid's bow mouth.

What in the actual fuck. His mouth moved soundlessly over the muttered words, hands fisting in his lap with the sudden urge to throw his artwork --could he even call it his?-- against the wall.

“Maybe it’s a sign,” Jacob said once Kevin complained about his artwork getting ruined by bold strokes. This was the fifth time this week and the latter’s growing collection of portraits was both alarming and fascinating at the same time. While Jacob understood the artist’s growing frustration with the manhandling of his artistic talent, there was nothing to be said about how beautiful they all turned out to be, even though they weren’t originally part of Kevin’s vision.

“A sign of what?” Kevin picked at his fries, mood still sour from the thought of his now empty wallet that was now scraped dry, his savings all flushed down the drain from having spent it all on the last pieces of canvas that were now deemed useless unless he painted them over with white and started again.

But that would take ages and a lot of layers, and a lot of paint. Kevin wasn’t sure whether he was ready for that. Not that he had a choice, considering that these works would count for his final portfolio.

He couldn’t help but let out another exasperating sigh at the thought.

“There are theories circulating,” his other friend, Chanhee, piped up from behind his roast beef sandwich, earrings catching the light of the lunchroom as he spoke, “that a few weeks before your graduation, you might get a few hints about who your soulmate might be.”

Kevin allowed the information to sink in, “why haven’t I heard of that before?”

“Maybe because you spend all your time holed up in the studio,” Chanhee sasses him, “and when you’re not in the studio, you’re doing that.”

Kevin’s eyes find the joint in his hand when Chanhee gestures towards it, before he puts it to his lips and takes another puff just to insult his friend, “it keeps my creative juices flowing.”

“You don’t need that to be creative, Kevin.”

“Stick to your account books, Chanhee.”

“Alright time out," Jacob interrupts before the pair can get into yet another brawl, "Kev, Chanhee's right. You can't keep depending on that to keep going."

The raven-haired man shrugged but kept quiet nevertheless. He knew, deep down, that Jacob was right. But once he started, he found it was hard to stop. It gave him everything he needed; the relaxation, the creativity, everything. Ever since his life had turned upside down, ever since the school had turned its back on him for apparently dealing with heroin when he'd been completely innocent, Kevin had suffered with the aftermath of rumours and the countless amounts of gossiping about his whereabouts. Jacob and Chanhee had stuck with him, but they were the only ones that had. The rest of his so-called friends now deemed him too weird to talk to, as though a foreign body had invaded Kevin's body with a bright red alarm sign to indicate that he was off bounds completely.

It was one of the reasons why he spent most of his time in the art room in the first place. He wasn't going to entertain their stupidly, made - up stories about who he was and what he did.

If there was one thing that Kevin hated the most, it was tattletales. And there seemed to be lots of them around here.

After that, he decided he wouldn't be bothered by the fact that his artworks were not technically his, and instead just used them to his advantage. If Chanhee was right and it really was his soulmate, then all the more reason to do so. If they were using his hands then he was allowed to use their artsy prowess.

All was fair in love and art.

It was on the last day of his final submission, as the art prodigy was finishing his final touch-ups of his now so-called portrait series of weirdly strange people, that he got the sudden urge to just stitch. His fingers shook with desire even though he clamped his hands into fists and gritted his teeth, forcing his limbs to continue working. Pins and needles shot up and down his arms like alarm bells, tearing at his muscles and nagging at Kevin’s subconscious. The more he tried to ignore it, the more the sensation pricked, until it actually hurt.

He dropped his paintbrush and gave in to the sensation. His body reacted on its own, dashed over to one of the unused sewing machines and grabbed a piece of cloth. Five minutes later, he was busy stitching his life away on the machine, the only sounds perforating the air being the loud drumming of the needles piercing through cloth.

Twenty minutes later, barely two minutes before he was to drop his artwork to his teacher’s office, Kevin leaned back in his seat and stared, wide-eyed, at the donut plushie he’d just made.

What astounded him the most was that he didn’t --for the love of god-- know how to sew. He never took any sewing classes and had never really been interested in the field anyway.

So how in the world had his hands worked on their own? He gazed down at his hands with growing horror and apprehension twisting his stomach into tiny knots. Why? Why why why?

“Kevin? What are you still doing here?”

The said young man’s head whipped up at the sound of his classmate’s voice, only to see the ginger-haired girl blinking at him with confusion etched across her features.

“Are you--stitching?” her frown deepened.

Kevin rose without as much as a wince when the metal of his chair scraped against the cement floor before dashing over to gather his paintings. He jostled out of the classroom, ignoring his classmate’s questions while lumbering down the hall as quickly as his artwork would allow him towards the teacher’s department.

He wished he didn’t have to meet his soulmate.

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“Can I tell you something?”

Kevin looked up from underneath his beanie at Jacob, who sat on the other side nursing a cup of tea. The hot chocolate in his hand was steaming, its delicious scent already wrapping around him like a warm hug, giving him that sense of comfort he craved so much.

Prom had gone and passed without much that was memorable enough for Kevin to be deemed as important. As per Chanhee’s predictions, people started discovering their soulmates in the strangest ways possible, though the group of boys guessed it had something to do with what you were good at and what your soulmate’s passion was. For instance, a girl had found herself going for a midnight swim, only for her reflection to be of a young man living just a few weeks ago from hers. Another boy had the sudden urge to take a ballerina class and was entranced by a picture of his soulmate hanging on the wall of the ballet studio.

As of yet, none of the trio had caught any glimpse of their other halves, and Kevin hoped it stayed that way. After all the incidents that had occured in art class and the countless whims that had taken over his body like he’d been possessed, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to know who held the other part of his heart.

What if she was a psycho? He asked himself as he gazed at his drink, what if she was completely not like him and they’d made a mistake from the very beginning?

“What is it?” Kevin prompted his friend. Jacob’s eyes were downcast, the muscles in his jaw clenching as though haunted by his own thoughts.

“Jacob?” Kevin’s fingers toyed with his unlit cigarette. He’d been craving it for the past thirty minutes and now that Chanhee was gone, he was free to do as he pleased. He fished for his lighter and started flicking a flame over the cigarette butt.

“I found her.”

Kevin almost did a double-take. He dropped his cigarette, “what?”

Jacob nibbled on his lower lip, “I found her, I found my soulmate.”

There were many things Kevin wished to say. He decided to keep quiet.

Jacob continued, encouraged by his silence, “I was cooking, the usual. You know I love cooking. So I was making this dish of grilled vegetables and grabbed my knife to cut them all. And then I--And then, I--she--she appeared. In the knife--in it’s reflection, I mean.”

Still, Kevin stayed quiet.

“She’s--She’s not bad looking,” there was the tiniest of smiles, barely visible, on his friend’s face and though Kevin wasn’t an expert on reading emotions, it was pretty obvious that Jacob was already smitten for that girl in particular.

“How do you know you like her?” he asked so abruptly that Jacob blinks in shock.

“Well--I don’t know I--I just do. I think?” the latter scratches the back of his head, “I don’t know, Kev. There’s just--something about her. I can’t really explain. You’ve gotta see for yourself.”

“Hm” was all that Kevin managed to sputter out as he picked up his cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag.

“Chanhee won’t like that,” remarked his friend.

“Chanhee’s not here to tell me what to do.”

“Did you even try to stop?” there was a tinge of desperation in Jacob’s voice, “we’re not in school anymore. You don’t need that to cope, you know.”

The raven-haired man exhaled in response, smoke billowing out of his perfectly cupped lips.

He wasn't into his soulmate. Had no interest whatsoever in knowing who laid behind the magic taking over his fingers every time he found himself in the art room. It hadn't occurred since his last deadline and for that, he was glad, because while it clearly hadn't been his style of drawing, his professors had been so touched with emotional depth that they gave him a distinction with passing colours.

Needless to say, Kevin hadn't set yet another foot in the studio.

He really didn't feel like knowing who had messed up his entire style for the sake of her own artistic endeavours.

The summer went by and grades were up. People shouted with excitement at the prospect of last minute freedom before college would take it away this coming September. Kevin had enrolled in Mathieu's School of Art and Design as a Printmaking major -- his dream was to work in textile and fashion-- while Jacob had decided to take up an apprenticeship with the local Culinary School in town. It wasn't the best, but it would do for his first few steps into the culinary world.

As for Chanhee, who was going down the safe route, he was registered to complete his ACCA certification for chartered accountants.

"Keep in touch guys, yeah?" Chanhee had tearfully stated on their last day of summer, where the trio had taken to drink at their local pub.

Kevin clinked his beer with his, his spirits quite high at the prospect of starting a new life, turning over a new leaf, "worried you might not make friends?"

Jacob shot Kevin a look, then said, "relax Chanhee. You'll be fine. You'll probably be the only one making friends."

"Shut up guys, you're not helping," Chanhee sniffed.

It was a somewhat bizarre sensation to be walking to school without Jacob and Chanhee at his side. Kevin's bag felt a little heavier upon his shoulders, his traveling a little longer than usual albeit the fact that his college was barely two minutes away from his high school, just across the street. Kevin's nervousness racked up the back of his throat, practically choking him as he made his way to his first class: illustration design.

Comprising only ten chairs, the class was round, its walls painted a sheer white and the spotlights illuminating the room casting long dark shadows across each head already seated. Kevin quickly hurried over to the back where he took his place.

The girl beside him shifted slightly, but he preferred not to acknowledge her existence. Instead, he slid his sketchbook from his bag and started doodling on the corner of the page, next to where he wrote the date.

It was only when the teacher walked in and the girl's pen suddenly dropped to the floor, and Kevin swooped in like muscle reflex and gave it back, that his eyes caught her face-- he stared.

And stared.

She stared back, unblinking. Unflinching.

"Who--Who are you?" Kevin breathed, all air knocked out of his chest in surprise.

Her hand darted out, whipping the pen out of his hold and turning back to the professor without a backward glance. Astounded, Kevin hadn’t realized his mouth was still hanging open until he felt the warm trickle of saliva dribble down his chin.

He snapped his jaw shut and quickly turned back to focus on the class at hand, all while trying to ignore the weird buzzing that seemed to take over his entire nervous system. His body was heated, as if lit by a wildfire that raged through his insides and swept along his bloodstream so that he was left in a constant state of exhilaration, senses too alert and fingers prickling with the innate desire to just touch, touch her, no matter what.

Stop it, he told himself off. His mind raged back like an aggressive, untamed horse.

It took him so much of his energy not to do something stupid that he only came to attention when the sound of scraped back chairs reached his ears. Whipping his head up at the flow of people leaving the studio, he realized a little too late that the said girl in question was already halfway to the door.

He scrambled up so quickly he banged his shin. Cursing, he ignored its protesting throb as he raced towards her figure, “excuse me--”

Either the girl didn’t hear him through the throng of introductions being conversed by a group of students by the entrance, or she didn’t want to. Kevin pushed his way past students milling about the corridors, excusing himself as he went, before he finally caught up to her at the library door entrance.

“Wait--” he called, practically choking on his own breath. Jesus, he should really work out more. Pressing his hand over his side upon feeling the familiar cramp pinch in, he tried not to collapse in front of the girl, who was now gazing at him in a mixture of fear and confusion.

“Is there something you want?” she asked tightly.

“Well--I--Didn’t you--” Kevin racked his brain and wondered, for a brief moment, whether this soulmate thing was one sided, “didn’t you feel it?”

“Feel what?” Her eyes were growing more and more alarmed.

“You’re my soulmate,” the words left Kevin in a rush, “didn’t you feel the pull?”

Her mouth shaped itself into a silent ‘o’. Her eyes glanced at the floor for a few beats of silence. When she looked up at his face, her jaw was set and her eyebrows furrowed, “so?”

“So?” he gaped at her, “so?”

“Look, I don’t know how they treat people with soulmates in your country,” she shifted uneasily from one foot to another, “but in mine, they’re definitely not something to be proud of.”

He blinked, “you’re not from here.”

“No.”

“Where are you from?”

“Look, if you’re talking to me just because of that soulmate bullshit--”

“Can’t you feel it?” Kevin cut her off, hating the fact that his voice sounded so desperate and needy, “can’t you feel the bond?”

God Kevin. You sound like a wimp, his mind screamed at him. Get a hold of yourself.

“No,” she looked at him dead in the eye, “I don’t.”

And leaving him to deal with the aftermath of the shock, the girl turned and walked away, her soft footsteps echoing down the hallway like the beats to an ending song.

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stillebesat · 4 years

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Stille’s Sanders Sides Master Post (Updated September 9th, 2022)

Here’s my official Master Post of my Sanders Sides Fics!

All of them can also be found on my Ao3 account NikaylaSarae. ^^;;

For Tumblr, the links to all my stories are below the cut. <3

Enjoy!

The Brilliant 3 A.M. Idea -Roman gets an Idea at 3am and must tell Thomas. -Inspired from Image posted by: organisoitukaaosteoria, Fic request: darude-sanderstorm

The Nest -Patton misplaces his cardigan and finds it in an unexpected spot. Inspired from series of text posts by: the-zebra-dragon and arc852, Fic request: sidewritings

That’s How You Know -Roman is feeling low after not getting a part he auditioned for and desperately wanted. The others step in to cheer him up. Song!Fic -That’s How You Know from Enchanted

Out There: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 -Logan finds himself alone in the apartment. So he does something he usually doesn’t do. Sing. Song!Fic -Out There from Hunchback of Notre Dame

Deep Heart: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 -When Logan leaves the others in Patton’s room, Virgil takes matters into his own hands and ends up revealing a secret Patton wanted to keep hidden. (takes place at the end of Moving On ½) Inspiration from This Post Courage, Braveheart: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 -Virgil had known since he was young that his chances for living long were slim. Still, he had hoped to have lived a little bit longer.

A Sweet Discovery -It’s 2 a.m. and Tiny!Logan is on the prowl for sweets. Tiny!Sides

It Takes Two -When Logan can’t convince Thomas to not give into peer pressure in a potentially dangerous situation, he turns to the Side he thought he’d never go to for help. Virgil.

Found in the Glitter -Working backstage is not always the easiest, especially when Virgil manages to get on the new guy’s nerves. Theatre AU

A Rainbow Connection -Roman’s on the run, desperate to escape the man who’s been able to control his entire life just by looking into his eyes. Hopping from airport to airport, Roman unexpectedly runs into the person who gave him the key to slipping from the Cobra’s mental control; Thomas Sanders. Song!Fic

Shades of Truth: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - -Everyone has secrets, Roman knows this. But after dealing with Deceit in the most recent video and discovering that Virgil doesn’t like liars…he decides to come clean with a secret he’s been hiding from the other Sides.

Meeting Einstein -It’d been a horrible no good very bad and awful day, and all Patton wanted was to play with the puppies in the local pet store to cheer himself up. Instead he finds something completely different.

True Colors -There’s a place in the mindscape that Roman only goes to as a last resort when the criticism from the others becomes too much. Unfortunately, it’s becoming an all too frequent occurrence.

A Work of Art -After a rough night of public humiliation at the hands of his old rival, Roman just wants to take a shower and get some sleep. His roommate has something else in mind though.

Contained-Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 -You know what they say about Creativity. It’s best if it’s locked away.

FreeFalling- Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 -Sometimes you just need to take a leap of faith. Winged!AU

The Butterfly Effect- Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 -Roman has three chances to change his life for the better. Three chances to fix past mistakes. Three chances to totally screw it all up. But who said life is worth living unless one takes a little risk?

The Training Program-It’s five a.m.. Virgil hasn’t yet slept and Thomas is summoning him. That couldn’t be good.

A Hero’s Rescue Part 1 Part 2 -After being defeated in battle, the last thing Roman expects is to have a soaking wet hero show up at his doorstep.

The Beginning -Creativity has an idea. A wonderful, awesome idea. Now…if only Creativity could focus enough to make the idea a reality.

Little Lies - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 -All he’d been looking for when he’d revealed himself to Thomas was a little less work. One less secret to hide. One less thing to keep Thomas from knowing because his host didn’t want to know. To say it had backfired for Deceit was a bit of an understatement.

White Lies - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 -Sequel to Little Lies -Deceit has been stuck in his ‘role’ as Dilyn for almost a year now. It’s about time he changed that.

CatScratch - Virgil’s learned to expect a lot of things helping the police solve murders, but he never thought that they’d actually find something that could crack his own unsolved case.

The Finish Line - After years of training, Logan Star is finally going to accomplish the one goal he’s had since his first High School track meet. Beat Roman Prince.

Growing Pains -Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 -For the past year Logan has been fighting to keep a part of himself hidden. Only now, thanks to Roman, he’s been compromised.

The Grade -Patton: I’m sorry I graded your tests in magic marker, but I just felt like it.

Seeking Warmth -If he’d known he’d be spending the rest of eternity freezing to death on Earth, Deceit would never have left Hell in the first place.

Spilled Milk -Logan never expected to get in the middle of a fight while at the self-checkout of a grocery store.

Egg-stenuating Circumstances -Why is it that the simplest of quests for Roman always end up more complicated than they should be?

The Rise of Deceit -With the Dragonwitch destroying the kingdom, the Crown Prince has a difficult choice to make.

Tattered -Part 1 Part 2 -Left to fend for himself, Roman can’t trust anyone…right?

Raindrops and Cookies -Most people would only be focused on getting themselves out of the rain. Patton isn’t most people.

A Special Delivery -Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 - “The stork brings the baby to deserving parents.” He whispered, quoting the words from memory. “All the lost, forgotten, and alone.”

In These Tangled Webs: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 -It should be easy admitting to your roommates that you’re not entirely human. Only in Logan’s case it’s not. Not when he discovers that Patton is afraid of Spiders.

The Old Hoodie - 2 sentence prompt –Thomas glared at Virgil, eyes filled with hate, and held out Virgil’s old hoodie, obviously expecting him to take it and go back to who he used to be. “I don’t trust Dark Sides.“

I Miss The King: Part 1 Part 2 -2 sentence prompt -“I miss you… I miss the King” a sigh “Apparently, it’s the same for me.”

Infinitesimal -Logan isn’t quite sure why Roman thinks he needs his help at three in the morning.

To Break A Curse: 2 sentence prompt -Logan looked at Roman, eyes dark. “I need you to really think about what you’re saying, because you’re going to hurt Virgil even more if you do not.“

Shutting Down -Having your phone die shouldn’t be that big of a deal…right?

Anxious to Touch - Virgil ca’t be around the others without hurting them, so he has to stay away. Only Deceit won’t let him do that.

The Path: A Tale of Trick or Treating - Remus(1) Patton(2) Emile(3) Remy(4) ???(5) Logan(6) Roman(7) Virgil(8) Diva(9) Duke(10) Prince(11) Picani(12) Logic(13) Deceit(14) ???(15) -2nd person pov. -You’ve been trick or treating at the Sanders Side’s homes for as long as you can remember, but this year things get a bit more…complicated.

The Interview: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 -A normal day at StoryTime! Inc. takes an unexpected turn when Logan goes to investigate why his coworkers have made a bet using Crofters as the prize.

Virgil’s Interview: -It’d been his dream to work for StoryTime! since he was a kid, and now finally, Virgil may be able to make it come true. Note: Virgil’s pov of Chapter 3 in The Interview.

The Olive Branch -They used to celebrate Christmas Eve without Anxiety there to ruin things. But this year Roman plans to change that.

These Black Wings -An hour ago Patton had been loved, wanted, celebrated. Now? He’s on the run for his life thanks to the large black wings that sprouted from his back.

Chimney Sweep -Sure. It’s great to be able to see visions of missing children…but being able to find them still alive is another thing entirely.

Meeting Romeo -A Prequel to A Work of Art. -It was unfortunate really, but someone had to tell the Romeo standing on the street that his Juliet he’d come to listen to day after day no longer lived in the apartment complex. It might as well be Virgil.

Dance with Me -Patton’s never had a father figure to bring to his ballet class for Valentine’s Day like all the other kids before. But this year…he might.

A Midnight Conversation -All Virgil expected when he stepped out onto the balcony was to have a quiet moment to himself. Note: Virgil’s pov of ch 2 of White Lies.

Warm Fuzzies -Two Sentence Prompt: Remy thought that he didn’t deserve love, not after everything he’s done. But, when Emile walked through the door to room 127, Remy’s heart skipped an unexpected beat.

A Shadowling’s Happiness -Two Sentence Prompt: “Where the hell are you going!?” “To the subconscious, and you can’t stop me.”

Scales- Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Epilogue -Deceit hadn’t expected his absence from the Mindscape to be noticed by the others…until Logic knocked on his door.

Mother’s Day -Janus has never liked Mother’s Day.

Wanted -Remus knew one thing for sure. No one would ever want to Want him.

To The Moon - A Vague AU Prompt. -This wasn’t at all how Patton expected their wedding night to go.

The New Hire- Roman has never known his brother, Logan, to break a promise. Until now. Note: Roman’s pov of Chapter 4 in The Interview.

Be My Dad- A Vague AU Prompt -Janus has no interest in being a parental figure to a kid, but trying to convince the universe of that is another thing entirely.

Moonshot- Was it too much for Logan to ask to have just one date not revolve around sports talk?

The Sweater- Emile had said he was making a sweater for a friend. Only he neglected to tell Remy that this friend wasn’t exactly…well…human.

October ThirST -After seventy years of searching for his Soulblood, Virgil is highly doubtful he’ll find them tonight.

Lemon Drops -Patton just wanted to go somewhere where he wouldn’t be judged, wouldn’t disappoint…wouldn’t…screw up another relationship. (Takes place after SvS Redux)

The Path: A Promise Kept -sequel to The Path: A Tale of Trick or Treating -Trick or Treating may be cancelled this year, but that won’t stop you from keeping a Promise.

The Chaos Twins -prequel moment to The Sweater -Everyone has their hobbies, though Emile wishes his roommates’ hobbies were a little less…explosive.

On the Run -prequel moment to the Sweater -When life gives you an escape attempt, you run as fast and as far as you can to get away.

Nitemear -It’s not considered running away if you’re merely trying to find a more defensible position.

The Key is Confidence -Confidence. That was the key, his father had told him, to getting away with anything.

Among the Branches -Getting woken up at the crack of dawn by your landlord can’t be a good thing. Fractured Trust- Trust is a tender thing, easily made…and just as easily broken. Written for the Two sentence prompt -"Why don't you trust me Roman?" Patton asked tightening his grip on Roman's shirt. "P-Patton I-" Roman stuttered out fearfully.

A Mini’s Pep Talk -It shouldn’t surprise Roman, at this point, that on top of an already no good really really bad day he ends up getting attacked by another Side’s Mini-Me while looking for his own. (Takes place after SVS Redux)

The (K)nightmare -They say that the brain uses Dreams to help understand and solve problems one faces in the waking world.

Demon Comfort -Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 -Lurking under a Human’s bed should be downright dull for a Demon of Logan’s rank. And yet…he can’t help but be intrigued by his human charge.

First Contact - Things would be so much easier if only their human, Virgil, would talk to them.

Meeting Virgil (5x1) - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 -Five times Remy tried to give Virgil a child and the one time he succeeded. A Special Delivery Prequel.

Catch Me (If You Can) - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 -Remy would not allow himself to be seen as needy and helpless in front of the general masses. He had an image to uphold. One of perfect health, snarky comebacks, and general sassiness. He didn’t get sick.

Beneath the Moon - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 -After all the research he’d done, after all the signs he’d been experiencing. Logan needed someone to tell him he wasn’t crazy. And Roman…Roman had always been the one most likely to believe in the fantastical, the impossible, the…supernatural.

Hello Darkness (My Old ... Friend?) - Part 1 -Is it possible to search for something…for someone…when you don’t even remember that they’re missing?

Dance Break! -Roman suddenly jumped up, a sparkle in his eyes, as he turned, seeking out the first person he can find and holding out his hand. “Dance with me!” (Written with @kieraelieson)

Christmas Eve -Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 -Of all the barriers that Janus expected to have to overcome in order to get his son a pet for Christmas, encountering his Ex, Roman, working in the pet store had never once crossed his mind.

Code: Blanket -Part 1 Part 2 -A friendship doesn’t stop just because one person decides to act like a dick. Especially when said dick is obviously in trouble.

An Unconventional Defeat -Patton knew that heroes started out young, far younger than villains ever did. But this young?

Into the Fray -It wasn’t like he shouldn’t have expected this. It seemed like any plan involving him and Virgil had a tendency to well…go astray.

No Longer Alone -Growing up in isolation away from people has been all that Virgil’s ever known. That changes today.

A Restless Christmas Eve -Even if it had been five years since he’d appeared in the real world, this still felt like it should have been a Virgil problem and not a Deceit one. He’d never had issues staying asleep before. Let alone ending up wide awake, feeling like he needed to–to–just move. Get out. Because of a stupid storm.

Out Camping - Part 1 Part 2 -A Father and Son Camping Trip.

Sanders Sides Art Portals AU- Deceit Roman Patton Logan Virgil

#stillemasterpost #stille stories #master post #Sanders Sides #Virgil #Roman #Logan #Patton #Janus #Remus #Remy #Emile

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jungkooks-tea · 5 years

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Straight to the Pointe I pt. 1 (M)

After working years to place yourself in the best academy for the arts you struggle to find the same love for ballet you once had under the intense pressure and blinding lights of the industry. The balance is almost impossible and with cocky hip-hop dancer, Jeon Jungkook, always around showing you another world entirely, you aren’t sure what you want anymore.

- Pairing: hiphop!jungkook x ballet!reader (small side Jiminxreader)

- Word Count: 6.7k

- Genre: College!Au (kinda, arts school), eventual smut, cute romance

- Warnings: multiple smut scenes, really simple dance talk, industry abuse, eating disorder, no beta reader

- A/N: This fic was inspired by that one video of Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook dancing to those three different songs (you the know where Yoongi jumps in for a hot sec), and my love for ballet. This is my first ever BTS fanfic I’ve posted so please let me know what you think, thx <3</p>

Pt. 1 I 2 I

part one

“Shit…fuck,” you grumble, scowling at the small tear in your tights. You stared at the light pink hosiery’s fray that landed at the side of your calf, hoping that it was your eyes playing tricks on you. But no, as your finger brushed along it, careful to not do more damage, you could feel your skin underneath. “Fucking goddamit.”

You couldn’t think of the last time you tore your tights. You’ve always made sure to take extra time putting them on and taking them off, aware that the fabric was easy to succumb to a sharp nail or too much stretch. It was Ballet 101. But here you were, in the back area of the changing room, staring at the exposed flesh of your leg – hating past you for clearly doing something wrong the last time you wore the tights, a mere two days ago. Did you scrape against the bar? Did your bag’s zipper snap at it? Did you simply not notice it prior and it’s been there for much longer? The latter thought made you slightly dizzy. You reached for your bag, praying that you packed an extra pair.

“Y/N?”

Looking up you stared up into the soft brown eyes of Mina. She looked at you with slight worry, noticing your urgent bag rummaging. “You okay? You seem panicked?”

You pulled your hands out of your brown bag, knowing that you weren’t going to find any damn back-up tights. Night before you noticed that you bag was too bulky and unappealing, causing you to quickly shuffle out any non-essentials to downsize your load and up the ballet-minimalist effect. Apparently, back-up tights were too bulky in your mind back then. “Dumbass,” you thought.

“U-um,” you paused, taking a look around the rest of the dressing room. No one else seemed to be looking your way, busy with putting on their own tights or perfecting their bun. “Here, look.” Pushing out your calf you exposed the small – barely three-inch – tear. Mina looked down, squinting her eyes to better focus on the leg. Few seconds later she met your eyes with the same panic you had inside.

“Do you have a spare?” she whispered, looking over to your bag. She looked like she had a small twitch, her body reacting in a way that made it seem that she wanted to rummage through the zippered bag too.

“No,” you hushed back, “I removed my others a couple days ago. I’m so fucking stupid.” You clutched at your pinned-back head, groaning to yourself in self-pity.

Barely a minute went by before you noticed Mina quickly going through her own bag – also trying to not draw attention to the situation. “I’ll see if I have my other pair,” she murmured.

This is why you loved Mina. She wasn’t like every other Prima Ballerina wannabe bitch who would laugh in your face if they noticed your attire fluke. She genuinely cared for others and wanted the best for everyone. You noticed that the day you met her at orientation, she smiled at everyone and cared little for the enormous amount of competition that came out of people in this program. Instead of stepping on people with her pointe shoes she was the angel who would help you get back up – with a graceful hand while at it. A true diamond in the rough.

Mina looked back at you with a grim look, tucking her nonexistent stray hair bend her ear – a nervous habit. “Sorry Y/N… I don’t have mine either.”

Well this was just perfect.

You gave a grateful smile to Mina; the only person you know you could ask for help in this room. “Well,” you looked down at your torn tight once again before reaching past to tie up your fairy pink shoes, “let’s go.” Following the majority of the other girls, you left the dressing room heading to one of the many practice rooms at the Minji Seoul, Academy for the Arts.

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You stood at bar with Mina to your left, completing warmups that your mind didn’t even have to process. After years of ballet and hours and hours of warmups your body went into a robotic mode that gave you the ability and finish quickly and efficiently. Flex. Point. Shift. Flex. Point. Shift. Trying to go unnoticed, you did go one rep less on your right side, quick to go back to your left to hide your tights from the classes view.

Mina followed suit, smiling gently at you in hopes to calm your nerves and encourage you to ignore the problem. She probably believed that the less you stressed about it, the less obvious the error would be.

“She’s probably right,” you thought. “I need to stop stressing, they’re just tights. I’m sure Ms –

“Wow, Y/N aren’t you brave.”

Lifting your eyes from the bar you turned towards the voice. Dressed in the standard leotard and tights stood Jihyun – smirk plastered on her face. “I’m sure Ms. Younghee will be very impressed.”

You did your best to hide your scowl. Pausing your stretch, you faced Jihyun fully, hands on hips. If there was anyone you would have not wanted to see your attire error was this bitch.

You and Jihyun grew up in the same town and attended the same dance schools since you were both three. When you were promoted to pointe, she was too. If you entered a competition, you knew for sure she would sign up too. If you won one day, she would win the next. Some said the competition was good, that’s how you both ended up in Seoul, dancing and learning in the best art academy in all of Korea. But you would much rather eat the lost-and-found dance shoes than see anything good in being the same presence as she. Unlike Mina, Jihyun was an ugly winner and even worse loser. She would gladly push anyone out of her way to be on top. Even if that means pointing out small flaws.

Jiyhun smirked at you, trailing her small eyes down your entire body before landing on the cursed tear. “I’m just saying,” she started, “you’re really brave to think Ms. Younghee won’t notice your ugly attire. I heard she cursed a girl out of the room for tying her laces the wrong way one year.” You subconsciously moved your right leg behind your other. In the corner of your eye you saw Mina look down at her own laces.

About to make your retort – to show Jihyun whats-what – you were quickly stopped by the sound of room’s door opening. Shutting your mouth quickly you and everyone else turned towards the woman entering the room – Ms. Younghee.

Younghee Suwa was a legend in the dance world. She was a Prima Ballerina back in her younger days and danced all over the world in every famous hall, taking on some of the most prestigious solos. Girls and boys in the ballet industry dreamed of being – or something even close to – her one day. However, a tragic accident on stage – a horrible misstep – broke her foot causing her to give up her young and famous days of dance. Now she, in her late 50s, teaches at Minji – picking out the best and tearing down the rest.

You have seen Ms. Younghee in various magazines and videos but you were still taken back by her beauty at such an age. Her tight face – though frowning – was still incredibly beautiful, the red lipstick contrasting with her pale face. She gave off an aura that made you think of drill sergeant. There was no room for mistake in her presence.

“Take position.”

At her two words the room scrambled. Every girl who wasn’t already there looking for a place at bar. You gave out a breath of relief, happy that you and Mina were already holding onto the bar in the farther corner of the room – Jihyun had to rush herself away from you two to find her own spot.

Ms. Younghee walked over to the small stereo in the room as the room got into first position – deathly silence taking over. She tapped the small right button on the machine. In a minor crescendo, the room was taken over by beautiful music.

It had begun.

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You watched the sweat on a small girl’s neck float down to her collarbone. She was clearly out of breath, and you hoped for her that she could hold out for the last 10 minutes of class. In all honesty you hoped you could too.

Throughout class your mind kept taking you to the small tear on your tights. Every time Ms. Younghee looked your direction you prayed that she wouldn’t look down and scold you. But the entire lesson was almost over, and she hadn’t uttered a word. Perhaps, you would get away with this.

Mid-arabesques the music stopped. Quickly going back to both feet you and the rest looked over to Younghee who stood in the middle of the room.

“I assume you are aware just how rigorous this school is. How rigorous I am.” She looked around the room, making each person feel small. “This program is not for everyone, but I assume that because you were able to get past the initial entrance you feel empowered,” she took a breathe. “But I want to ensure you that more than half of you are not cut out for this, that most of you will be out of this program by the end of this year.” The girls around you looked startled, even Mina. You, on the other hand, expected this.

With a small sigh Ms. Younghee picked off a nonexistent piece of lint from her black long sleeve. “Dismissed.” The class erupted in small claps, thanking her for the lesson.

Ready to make your way to the door with Mina, you were stopped by the raised hand of Younghee.

“Also,” she paused. “I thought it was safe to assume this, but I must let you know,” she looked you in the eye, dark grey eyes seeming to stare into your soul. “I do not tolerate any kind of attire contortion.” A cold shiver ran down my spine. “This is my first and only warning.”

Girls were quick to say Yes, Ms. Younghee before making their way out of the room. You on the other hand had to take several large intakes of air. You could just feel the smirk on Jihyun’s face. Mina, the angel, put her hand on your back in comfort, though you don’t think it could stop your racing heart even a little.

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“Wow,” Mina breathed out. “Can’t believe we actually survived. I literally thought my heart was going to stop every time she looked in my direction.”

You nodded in agreement, stomach still lurching due to the last statement Younghee made clearly at you before you were released. Mina must have noticed your sour scowl on your face. She understood that you put so much pressure on yourself. So much pressure to be perfect and this tights fuck up was not the way you wanted to debut yourself to Younghee. That woman could literally make or break your career as a dancer.

“Hey,” Mina inquired, “You wanna come with me to another studio? I have a friend from Busan who is also studying here, said he’s usually out of practice by five on Mondays.” She checked her phone, catching the 4:35 time in the corner.

“Busan? Did he dance at the same studio as you?” You didn’t outright agree to go. Actually, you wanted to grab a quick bite before rushing back to the dance studio to have some solo practice. You noticed that you shook a little during your pirouettes - you had no time nor room for mistakes.

Mina shook her head and gave a quizzed look. “Ah, well, not technically. Jimin is kind of an overall dancer. Started off in ballet and then went more contemporary with lyrical and then—"

You stopped mid step, looking at Mina with a shocked face. “Wait, Jimin? As in Park Jimin? You know him?” Park Jimin was a serious up-and-coming dancer. He’s appeared in a couple magazines and you have even seen in him in competitions – just never really spoken to him. He was an incredible dancer with sensual moves – for ballet - that provoked the audience while also being graceful and humble to the stage. Seeing him live was like watching a great artist paint a masterpiece.

You knew he attended Minji – as most hopeful up-and-coming dancers and artists did – but had no idea that Mina had such connections. He was an upperclassman and took special solo lessons that were mostly reserved to third or fourth years, truly exceptional. “Do you know him personally well?”

A pretty blush hit Mina’s cheeks as she pushed that non-existent hair back. “I mean a little, we did dance together when we younger for a while, but then he went off to lyrical and study abroad once we hit middle school. I reached out when I told him I was auditioning for Minji and he said he’d want to meet up sometime after the semester started… if I got in.” She laughed a little at the end before looking up at you, “So you wanna come with me?”

Confliction ran in your mind. As much as you just wanted to go grab a small dinner and run back to the studio, you honestly couldn’t bring yourself to saying no to meeting the Park Jimin.

“Sure,” you answered, “what studio?”

“I think he’s in studio H in the Sei building.”

“Sei building?”

“Ya, it’s for the hip-hop dancers.”

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The walk to the Sei building was rather long. It was well across campus, allowing it to almost speak for itself of the great difference between the ballet sector and the other sectors – as many other dancers called it. Minji had started off solely as a school for ballet before times of change forced it to open its doors to all kinds of different art forms: culinary, fashion, composition, and more dance forms. However, ballet remained as it’s front runner. Competing very well with schools in countries such as Russia and America. Hip-hop you guess was just a way to get more money coming through the doors by people who wanted maybe to become a background dancer for music videos in the future? Maybe?

You weren’t shy to admit that you knew next to nothing about hip-hop. It was a wild dance in your mind and was nothing like your preferred precise form of movement. You couldn’t imagine what Park Jimin was doing there.

“I think this is it, Jimin said it had big windows.”

You stopped and looked up towards the three-story building. It’s modern look showed that it was clearly a newer building – especially compared to the ballet’s rustic and brick style buildings with vine greenery surrounding it. This structure was bright and open, allowing natural light to enter the rooms you could look into from the entrance. You envied it a little, it would be nice to dance in such open and light space, not in the basement lit by fluorescents.

Mina began her way up the stairs, grasping her bag to ensure it was secured. “Let’s go.”

The two of you entered the building easy enough. The hallway welcomed you to interesting art on the light blue walls and upbeat music drafting in from a couple of the rooms that you guessed were the different studios. You had the urged to peek a little to see what type of people it collected, but Mina kept walking causing you to follow suit.

“It’s a lot different from our studio, ya?” you nodded in agreement looking over towards the various trophies in the cases on the left side of the hall. While the ballet studio held way more, you admitted that the number of shiny molds was impressive too.

The two of you travelled in silence for the rest of the way until you both reached a door with a small gold colored plaque reading Studio H. Loud music was pouring out of the door, lyrics that you didn’t quite understand kept up with the beat strongly – English maybe?

Quietly Mina began to open the door, allowing the already loud music hit both of you full force. Clearly these rooms were pretty sound proof… just not quite enough. Following Mina through the door you stopped shortly past the entrance of the room.

You were greeted with back of dancing figure. Clearly, he hadn’t noticed your entrance, either because the music was too loud to hear the door was just to engrossed in his solo. You couldn’t blame him; his fast movements were sharp and figured yet also loose enough to seem unforced. You didn’t know a thing about hip-hop, but you could tell he was really getting into his work.

“Ah,” Mina gasped. “That’s not Jimin. Maybe he gave me the wrong room number,” Mina whispered, barely audible due to the music. “Let’s get out of here before–”

“Oh, hey?”

The two of you looked up to look at the man who stopped dancing – probably finally noting your presence in the large mirror he was dancing in front of. He jogged over to turn off the music before facing you and Mina again – she went straight for her nervous habit. You weren’t any better. There was really nothing worse than interrupting a practice or dance. It was extremely rude in the ballet company – unless of course you had a greater status like Younghee. This was downright embarrassing.

“A-Ah, sorry w-we were just looking for Park Jimin-hyung,” Mina stuttered, “he said he would be in this studio. So very sorry we didn’t mean–”

“Ah, you looking for Jimin?” The man said, pushing back his slightly sweat damped caramel colored hair with a smile. You were a little taken back by just how handsome this guy was – friendly too. Didn’t you just interrupt him? But he was just all smiles as he puffed his loose, green T-shirt a little to cool down. “Sorry,” he started, “I took this room from him today, like the view, you know?” He looked over towards the large window left to the mirrored wall. “He’s in studio D-2 upstairs.”

“Oh really, ah, sorry for interrupting you,” you apologized. He shook his head still smiling, showing his cute dimples in the corners of his mouth.

“Hey, no problem, more of my fault anyway for stealing the room.” You smiled meekly back, not sure what to say next. “I was just about done here anyway, want me to walk you guys up?”

“Oh, that’s not really—"

“Thanks, we would appreciate that,” Mina said, looking at you with a smile.

“Cool, let me grab my bag really quick.”

You watched as the man walked off towards the other end of the room. “He’s rather friendly,” you whispered to Mina.

“Not everyone is like prima ballerinas, Y/N.”

You nodded in agreement. A few moments later the man was next to you two again as you made your way out of the room.

After taking a quick drink of water from his personal bottle, the man looked at both you – his height margin forcing him to look down slightly. “My names Jung Hoseok by the way – I’m a third-year.”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself. His name sounded vaguely familiar, but you weren’t sure from where.

“Mina, we’re first years. Nice to meet you.”

“Ah you’re Mina, Jimin was talking about you just today.” This caused Mina to blush and pull a non-existent hair behind her ear. “You both from Busan?” She nodded.

The distance to the second floor didn’t take long to cover and soon you were in front of a new door – music also blasting from it. Not bothering to knock, Hoseok walked in, holding the door for the two of you to follow.

There were two figures this time in the room, both in sync as they flowed with the music in a way that was different compared to Hoseok’s own more robotic dance just a few moments ago. The music coming from the speaker was much more robust and heavy - causing the room to almost pound in vibration.

Park Jimin, you recognized immediately through the reflection in the mirror. His dirty blonde hair shifting with each fast-paced movement. Although you’ve seen him dance live – ballet and to very different music – he was truly something else to witness up-close.

About to turn to watch the other dancer, your senses were interrupted by Hoseok’s voice.

“Hey Jimin! I got Mina with me!”

Stopping, in what you imagined would be a soon to be step sequence, Jimin looked backwards towards the three of you. Beautiful and bright smile popping upon his face, “Mina!”

You couldn’t help but be a little envious of Mina in this exact moment. Not only did she know the Park Jimin, they seemed to be familiar with each other too. Though with how much she was blushing, others would guess that Mina was nowhere familiar with the popular dancer either.

Doing a light jog towards the door, Jimin huffed a little. “Sorry about telling you to meet me in Studio H, Hoseok-hyung is rather picky” – mentioned man gave a yah! – “about what room he practices in, so I agreed to switch.”

Watching Mina giggle and say it was okay, you turned back to the other figure in the room. He was dressed in all black with white shoes still going hard in his movements even after his dance partner left. His dark brown hair fluffed up with his quickly added jumps and swift head turns. You didn’t get a good look at his face – slightly blurred by his fast movements – before noticing a voice talking to you.

“You must be Y/N, right?” It was your turn to feel a little heated as you noticed it was Jimin speaking to you. You quickly nodded your head, hoping you didn’t look like a fool.

Fuck you thought. I look like shit right now.

While you never thought of yourself to be unattractive, you noted that your attire – that you didn’t even think of when agreeing to come along with Mina – was less than appealing. Grey heavy sweats and a pull-over didn’t exactly do well for your figure nor self-esteem when faced with a man as beautiful as Park Jimin. Said man was doing wonders on the eye with his lightly loose long-sleeved shirt and fitted black pants. You’ve seen his thighs in tights but being this close to him gave you a much greater insight. You really tried to not ogle.

“Your solo at Changwon last spring was really great, I was able to attend the second day of the competition and saw you perform.” You held your breath. You honestly couldn’t believe that he remembered you – you hadn’t even known he has been there. “Heard you received one of the highest scores ever given by Kim Eun.” Even Mina looked at you with a shocked face at that last comment.

“Ah, well, I think she was just being generous that day.”

Jimin laughed a little. It was bright and cheerful and really something you wanted to hear again and again. “I don’t think so, you must have really—” he stopped and turned around finally seeming to remember the other person in the room who was still dancing. “Hey Jungkook, don’t be rude, get over here.”

‘Jungkook’ stopped quickly enough, turning around to look towards Jimin and the rest of you – allowing you to finally get a good look at him. And wow. This guy put almost every dancer in your own department to shame. With his beautiful tan skin, tall stature, and, even though you couldn’t see it under his loose clothes, you’d imagine a lean body. Where the hell are they finding these guys? In less than an hour of being in the Hip-hop sector you have meet some of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in your young adult life.

You watched as he put his hands in the pockets of his black sweats before walking up to the four of you coolly. Hoseok clapped a hand on his shoulder as he arrived by his side. “This is Jeon Jungkook. First year and an okay dancer,” Hoseok said, ending with a laugh.

“Still kick your ass at Dance-Dance Revolution any day though Hyung,” the younger man replied with a smirk – earning him a slap to his stomach from his fellow dancer.

“It was one fucking time you brat, and you picked a girls groups song – that’s like your freaking specialty.”

You watched as they both laughed in good nature, clearly the age difference didn’t create much of a gap in the relationship, if one at all.

Jimin laughed along too before speaking. “Jungkook is also from Busan, Mina. Dang, everyone from Busan must be wanting to follow my lead, ya?”

“What lead? You’re a wishy-washy has been,” Jungkook chuckled, moving out of the way from Jimin’s not-swift-enough kick to his shins.

While the rest of the group laughed, you were honestly shocked at this first year’s comments. While you weren’t as soft spoken and nice as Mina you knew when and with whom to hold your tongue. And to think that this hip-hop dancer thought he could call Jimin wishy-washy was honestly boiling your blood. He had no idea what the hell he was talking about.

“Hyung you done for today?”

“Ya, I’m going to head out,” Jimin said with a smile. “Going to get something to eat with these two.”

It was at this point that Jungkook finally looked in your direction. He looked you up and down quickly before meeting your eyes and raising a brow. You gave him the same look back, silently crossing your arms as if to hide… something?

“You want to come?” Hoseok added a me too after Jimin’s invite.

Jungkook looked conflicted for a quick second, as if pondering if he wanted to practice for a while longer before eventually nodding his head in agreement. “As long as you’re not making me pay.”

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The five you walked out of the Sei building at a leisure pace. Mina and Jimin were having a conversation up ahead about middle school from what you could hear and Hoseok was talking rather loudly on his phone to someone you didn’t know. This left you with the cocky fellow first year walking alongside you. Although he was incredibly attractive, you wouldn’t say you were very lucky. You were still mad at about his comment towards Jimin

“So, you a prima ballerina or something?” His voice caught you off guard for a hot second. You honestly didn’t expect him to speak to you.

“How do you know I do ballet?” you questioned, shifting your bag over to your other shoulder. Not only did you hate it when people called you a prima ballerina, but he had said it with such a tone that you got a little red.

“Well your bun is about as tight as a screwed lid and you look like this light breeze could push you over,” Jungkook commented, taking out his phone to looks at his texts and other notifications nonchalantly.

Stuttering for half a step at his comments you snapped your head up at him, angrier than you had been before. While the hair comment was probably true – no room for a misplaced hair in ballet – the comment associated with your weight was very unwelcomed. Yes, you were light, maybe a little too light for your height, but you had to be… you had to be.

He didn’t seem to notice your anger or the burning of your cheeks. Or he did notice and chose not to comment. You chose to hold you tongue too.

“Hey, you cool with going to Jin’s?” that comment had come from Jimin who has apparently stopped along with Mina to wait for you both – Hoseok still on the phone a little ahead. You were glad to pick up your step to meet them.

Jungkook, still apparently unaware of the way his comments affected you, caught up as well before nodding at Jimin. “Sounds good.”

“Who’s Jin?” Mina questioned.

Jimin answered, “He’s a friend who graduated from the culinary program last year. His start-up restaurant is just a little way off campus – really good food.”

You and Mina both nodded in understanding, before walking again. This time you made sure to walk with Mina.

Less than 10 minutes later you were faced with a quaint red brick restaurant. Its modern signage reading Odeng. You raised your eyebrow at that.

“It’s the name of his sugar-glider. He loves that thing,” Hoseok said, answering your unspoken question. You nodded before going through the door that was held by Jimin, he really was a true gentleman.

You were a little shocked by just how crowded the restaurant was. It was nearly packed and was bustling with a nice hum of conversation and light music. This was a startup? Seemed like an old bustling business.

Hoseok walked up to the short hostess telling her how many of you were in the group and if Jin was in. The rest of you waited behind him, waiting as she grabbed some menus before following her further into the restaurant.

She guided you to a round booth before laying out the five menus on the dark wood table. You, unfortunately, noticed the sequence of your group. Hoseok dove in first before Jimin, Mina, and yourself. This left the asshat – in your opinion – to be last, making him seated next to you still absorbed in his phone. You kind of wished you were seated next to Jimin, but you understood that it wouldn’t make sense to separate him and Mina who seemed keen on catching up.

Not really knowing what to say, you departed your gaze to the menu. You hoped that there was something that you could actually eat. The list of dishes was rather small and simple and probably created to have an easy way to whip up something amazing each time, however you struggled to find something. You weren’t picky by any means, but the list of saucey, carb heavy, or fatty dishes had you spinning in your mind with how you could order without sounding like a stuck-up bitch for not getting the meal as it came. It’s why you always rarely went out to eat and why you often opted to snacking on fruits and vegetables on the go – it was easier that way.

Your personal struggle must have not been as personal as you thought because you became aware of the gaze that was seemingly watching you. Turning towards the brunette – who didn’t even look at the menu – you gave a curt what?

“Nothing, just wondering if you’re planning on eating the menu with how intensely you’re looking at it.”

About to retort your voice was broken by Jimin’s.

“Ya, Jungkook, don’t be an ass. It’s hard for some dancers to know what they can and cannot eat. Not everyone can eat just about anything and gain no weight – like someone people,” he gave a pointed look towards the younger man before breaking into a giggle. “Besides who knows how many calories are in Jin’s food. Remember what he says ‘when something is delicious-

“It’s zero calories!”

You turn to look up towards the owner of the voice to see,

What the fuck you thought. How can someone be that good looking?

You didn’t understand how, in the span of only a couple hours, you have come in contact with some of the most beautiful men in your life. This one, with the large shoulders and tiny waist accented by the apron tied around his waist, gave whiplash. From your seated position he seemed impossibly tall and had a face that belonged in magazines if it wasn’t already.

He gave you a short glance with a kind smile before turning back to the guys at the table – clearly friends by his lax attitude. They chatted a little bringing up names you didn’t know the faces of.

“This is Mina and Y/N,” Jimin introduced. Mina gave a kind ‘hello’ while you followed with a nod of the head. “They’re perform ballet at Minji.”

“Oh so they do that twirly shit too?” Jin laughed. Mina giggled too; you… pursed your lips.

You understood that ballet had a reputation and those who were not in the business didn’t understand it, but you wished that people like Jin and Jungkook would keep quiet with their opinions if they just didn’t understand. Ballet wasn’t something you could just learn from a book or simply do to some music. It was an art form that took years to master – and only a select few could. The blood, sweat, and tears you put into this industry didn’t allow you to simply laugh off comments made by those who had no clue what they were talking about.

You didn’t notice the eyes that saw your small attitude change.

“Anyways, what would you guys like? The usually Hobi?”

The group rattled off what they wanted, even Mina seemed to have no trouble to your surprise. However, when Jin turn towards you, you found yourself unable to order anything other than a small side salad – holding all toppings except tomatoes and cucumbers. He gave a raised eyebrow before shrugging and turning back towards the kitchen.

“You really only going to eat… lettuce, Y/N?” Hoseok, clearly shocked by your seemingly nothingness order.

You felt yourself heat up a little in the ears and cheeks, embarrassed for your poor eating mannerisms. You tried to laugh it off saying that you had a large lunch and just weren’t that hungry.

You pressed a hand to your stomach, hoping to shush any potential sounds.

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Although you only had a small plate of lettuce topped with a couple cucumbers and tomatoes the rest of the table’s meals looked amazing. Hoseok and Jungkook’s beef skewers looked moist and tender and Jimin’s tilapia smelled wonderful. And even though you know that Mina is going to hit the gym later she looked absolutely delighted in her own meal – coated in a thin brown sauce.

Jin was also incredibly funny and nice to have around. He never held back from yelling at his younger friends when he came around to your table – quickly finding out that he is the oldest of their friend group - and you found out that he was thinking about starting up another restaurant in a year or so after finishing up with management at this one. A busy - and oh so beautiful – guy. You felt bad for pouting over his twirly comment from earlier – he clearly meant no harm and most likely aimed it at Jimin who he was much more familiar with – and someone who was capable of taking such comments much more easily than yourself.

The meal also allowed you to see another face of Jungkook who was much more open than you previously thought. He was all louds laughs and cute bunny smiles that made his eyes crinkle as he spoke with his hyungs – all whom he clearly loved. Though he stilled seemed like a brat, you thought that maybe you were too harshly opinionated on him for seemingly just joking around with his friends. He was really cute too, causing the accidental light brushes of skin and knees to feel a little warm.

Or so you thought.

“So, Prima,” Jungkook started, putting his hands in his pocket as the two of you both waited outside the restaurant. The rest of the group was still inside waiting for Jimin – who drew the short straw apparently – to pay. He seemingly thought it was a fitting nickname for you even though you did not agree.

He didn’t have his phone out of his black joggers, apparently dead, causing him to want to joke around you assumed. A very comfortable guy, even with almost strangers. “Can you do like a quick twirl for me or something? Are you able to do that in sneakers?”

“I’m not a monkey you know,” you bit out. “I’m not going to dance just because you say to.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow as he pushed his dark hair back with on hand, making the slightly wavy locks move enough to show off some of his forehead. Man was he attractive. “Oh really, because I thought that’s what you ballerinas did? You do a couple spins and then maybe get thrown a banana or something as a reward?”

You plain out gawked at him. Did he really just insinuate that ballet and its technique was like a dancing monkey working for its food? “You can just shut the hell up.”

You huffed at him before turning towards the building’s restaurant. What was taking so long? Jungkook’s snickers of small laughter purchased its way into your ear.

“Ha, Ah-sorry. Didn’t mean to make the princess upset.”

That was the last straw.

“Okay you listen up you, you… asshat!” you pointed at him. “I don’t know what the fuck is your problem, but you should really learn to keep your mouth shut and not talk to me. Sorry that I’m not in your hip locking-“ you moved closer to him to pick your finger into his hard chest “-junk thrusting bullshit of a dance form. Some of us are actually working to make a name and career for ourselves and not just end up being a background dancer for some Kpop video!”

By the end of your rant you were looking up at him – his height beating yours by a good margin. He looked down at you too, allowing yourself to really get a good look into his deep brown eyes. And what we did next was just the cherry on top of infuriating actions.

He poked the bun on top of your head.

You honestly couldn’t believe it. You just yelled at him and he thought it was okay to touch your hair.

A little shocked by the action that he seemingly thought was funny, by the way he smirked at your reaction, you quickly stepped back. Putting enough distance between the two of you so he couldn’t do it again. Grabbing your phone from your sweat’s pocket you texted Mina saying that something suddenly came up and you had to go ahead of the rest and leave. You didn’t mention that it was because of this infuriating boy, but that you would talk to her later.

You actually felt more upset that you couldn’t personally say goodbye to Jimin, but asked Mina to say goodbye on your behalf.

Huffing you grabbed your ballet bag and began walking back towards the academy where your dorm was located on the east side.

“Hey, Prima, where you going!” Jungkook called from behind you, watching as you left.

You did nothing but raise your middle finger in the air back at him.

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Once you returned to your dorm you threw your bag to the side – sighing as you fell chest first into your plush bed. You really needed to take a hot bath to help the kinks in your legs and prepare for your class tomorrow, but you honestly wanted to just sleep off everything. It was an exhausting day. First, your tights fucked you over, had a small fit with Jihyun, and was scolded by Younghee. And although you were very grateful to meet Jimin – who you hoped you’d get to see again – Jungkook clearly got the best of you making your evening even more exhausting. Why did all the hot ones have to be so aggravating?

You felt your stomach growl loudly, making you have the urge to go eat perhaps some of the baby carrots in the fridge that you had bought a couple days ago. However, in your mind you recalled the small salad from this evening and forgot about the orange vegetable entirely. Stomach growls or not.

What you really needed to do was prepare for tomorrow. Pack new tights and ensure that you would look every bit as pure ballerina as possible. Fuck the fact that Jungkook thought you were a ‘Prima’ for doing such – he just had no idea how tough this industry was.

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Creator Spotlight: Kizunatsudoishi

Miri here, with the next entry in our Creator Spotlight series. This time the random number generator has summoned artist Kizunatsudoishi (Kizu). ( http://Kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com )

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Miri: Which of your works is the most memorable to you? I don’t necessarily mean favourite or best work, it could be the work that taught you the most making it or that holds a special reason in its creation.

Kizu: Hm, for some reason the sleeping elves!Sefikura popped up in my head. It was certainly one of those that took me weeks to finish. I learned so much about coloring doing that piece. Seph's thighs were thickened with layers of white and purplish white and blueish white and orangeish white because I couldn't get the pale tone right. I even beat myself over it for days. Thank god it turned out... not so bad...?

Miri: Comments on the reblog, or in the tags. Do you have a preference?

Kizu: Comments ANYWHERE. But anyway, from what I've seen, people are less likely to comment on the reblog because they feel like it's rude or something, but if you feel like that, please comment all the craziest thing and reactions in the tags. UwU I dare speak for all of the creators out there that WE LOVE COMMENTS. Especially the squeally over the top ones.

Miri: Who is your favourite character from the FFVII setting? What do you love about them?

Kizu: Aside from the obvious choices (the blond angry smol and the silver-haired mean assholery tol), in terms of characterization (and in-game stat), Cid Highwind is my lowkey favorite. Those moments featuring Cid Highwind is either hilarious or super inspirational. His speeches about his dream, the power of mankind and science, the planet Gaia, the goddamn tea... gosh. Cid Highwind gives the most powerful speeches and the most hilarious profanities.

Miri: Favourite media to work in?

Kizu: I actually have a love hate relationship with it but, pencil and paper.

Miri: Inquiring minds have asked if you have any tips for dealing with art block/slump.

Kizu: Hmmmm. Maybe... try to brainstorm exactly how you want to draw the thing. Come up with keywords that you can search by (aka finding references). Read/watch something visual and may inspire you to draw the thing since references can pop up in those visual media.

If nothing of the above works, force your stupid hand to at least draw *something* (Like, if you draw something that would involve a human, sketch their head first with a circle, and try to expand the face, where the face is facing towards, then expand pose from there with skeletal-ish pose.) If you don't know how poses work then feel free to look it up. At least, learn how to *sketch* poses with stick figures since that will save you from so much pain.

You can also listen to music that put you in certain moods.

Miri: Is there a character/idea you haven’t gotten to yet that you really want to do?

Kizu: I suppose most of the stuff I had always want to doodle *cough* frillysmexykinkydressesandflowyconcubineoutfitsandfancyhairdosforCloud *cough* I have done... to some extent. There's so much more Emperoth x Cloudcubine thing I want to do though... :Q_ I-I have this... constant need of putting Cloud in dresses. He just... looks too gorgeous in dresses. Mmm, Cloud in dresses...

Come to think of it, I kinda want to try doodling something fluffy or... school life-ish too...?

Miri: Any remake thoughts or hopes you’d like to talk about?

Kizu: 1. Have a section of land that looking towards Midgar that can trigger a flashback cutscene of Zack's final stand... and maybe his yellow flower...

2. Keep the W-Item glitch ;D

3. Explorable Midgar, maybe SOLDIER private quarters with snippets of the SOLDIER boys...?

4. Keep Cloud riding a dolphin. And the CPR part.

5. A dressing up montage of Miss Cloud with pink background and hearts flying while everyone ogles "her". (A thing that ACTUALLY HAPPENS in FFRK so I'm looking at you Squeenix you WILL give us a Miss Cloud dressing up montage).

6. We get to Omnislash """Executioner""" (a synonym for half naked) Sephiroth with Miss Cloud. In a purple dress. With a big bow. Wearing perfume. And diamond tiara. Yeap The Great Sephiroth was defeated by all of *that*.

7. Kinda overlap with the above but... maybe an attire option like we can change the party member's clothing (much like FF15). We can have a bunch of Shinra infantrymen and sailors running around in dirt.

8. Steve Burton and Takahiro Sakurai saying "Warrrk!!". If Lightning can say "Kweh" then of course Cloud has to be a chocobo whisperer.

9. After seeing the giant ass Diamond Weapon in Kingsglaives... I actually look forward to the Weapon boss fights.

Miri: Throw a headcanon at us that you’d like to see more of.

Kizu: I don't know... most of the headcanons I enjoy are all from you guys, like Sephiroth being a Scorpio, or he being the one breaking Ifalna and smol Aerith out of Shinra back then, or Cloud being a little shit... Usually I would think more about AUs. If it's an AU then I'd like to see more school life AUs. Listening to Bolbbalgan4 songs makes me think of a Cloud doodling stick figures on Seph's notebook in the library and they're playing footsies under the table ughf.

Miri: Favourite party idea when playing FFVII? They don’t have to actually work, so much as you like the idea of them together as a fighting party.

Kizu: I usually go for the OP team or the most practical so... Cloud Aerith Cid in disc 1 (I usually have Cloud as the healer/tank/everything else XD Aerith as main magic damage bc she is stronk with spells, and Cid). After that the team is Cloud Yuffie and Cid because of Yuffie's morph ability and her agility is stupid. Nothing can hit Yuffie... ever.

Miri: Do you have a favourite/easiest character to draw? Or a character you tend to draw when you need some comforting/relaxing art time?

Kizu: CLOUD.

Drawing Sephiroth, albeit very satisfying for the eyes, is a great burden. That ridiculous man has a too high standard for his face alone. And then there comes that stupid, geographically mountainous plane of a body, and his 84 miles of legs. Not to mention that unbelievable luscious hair. And don't make me rant on those *eyelashes* that stabs through the fabric of space and time itself.

Miri: Are you open for commissions right now? Drop your link.

Kizu: Well guess what, I AM. Poof: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/161768170836/3-commission-open-%CE%B5

Miri: Anything you’d like to say to the community?

Kizu: I used to be in a too active fandom and it was a nightmare. I used to be in a dead fandom and it was so sad. But then... this FF7 fandom is by some magical blessings, is still an alive submarine after all these years. I know some may have been sour grapes to some other, but the people I found in my little trash can corner, I can say that you guys are one of the greatest creators and people I've ever met. You guys... are the best. UmU

Miri: Here’s a few pieces picked out with some help from friends) to share with everyone

Sefikura Ballet: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/177615867741/ballet-dancerssefikura-performing-swan-lake

Sefikura: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/172478852401/art-based-on-asreoninfusions-whiskey-kisses

Sefikura Week Art for a fic by RadiusZero: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/170107270506/sefikura-week-day-1-showing-up-unexpectedly

NSFW Cloud for a fic by AsreonInfusion: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/161495409636/oviposition-tentacles-au-this-is-based-on (NSFW)

NSFW Sephiroth Images: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/165607580006/sephiroth-in-chain-lingerie-commission-for-anon (NSFW)

http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/165966347761/another-kinky-ukeroth-in-chain-lingerie-for-anon-u (NSFW)

http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/166560946871/ukeroth-commission-for-anon-xd-this-time-i-went (NSFW)

http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/167444208926/ukeroth-commission-for-anon-this-time-with-lace (NSFW)

And my personal pick, my Christmas card for my discord group (This one IS safe for work): http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/167932312851/a-merry-asgzc-christmas-for-asylos-and-the-folks

#creator spotlight #kizunatsudoishi #fanart #community

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allkindsofplatinumandpercocet · 6 years

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2017 Self-evaluation

Annual Writing Self-Evaluation

Tagged by @scmi-sweet and @ineedtorundry

List of works published this year (from oldest to latest):

Okay, here we go….

Lead Me Home - my first work this year. It is absolutely an entirely original fic, although it is kind of... adjacent to Choking On Their Halos. I love, love, LOVE the premise of this one and the challenge that is inherent in every aspect of it. WIP although with very sporadic updates.

Lollipops And Pigtails ~ Another Original fic, one that is HIGHLY controversial as it would seem, and as much as I love the story, it would seem it does not love me, nor do people love it. A very slow WIP.

Just One Yesterday ~ My very first official foray into FOB stories proper and the beginning of what would become my wheelhouse; poly featuring an original character. This one was a direct result of @a-smile-like-that and I having a lunchtime conversation whilst screaming over text about @sn1tchesandtalkers amazing story, Sin’s A Good Man’s Brother. Work in progress, although a very slow one.

Choking On Their Halos ~ My epic, as it would seem…. 180k words and counting of Polyamory, ballet, BDSM, Dom!Patrick and more. Yet another work in progress, I am aiming at about 200k by the time I finally hit complete. This was originally started as some Dom!Patrick for @a-smile-like-that ‘s birthday.

Drunk On Rosewater ~ Alternate takes from Choking On Their Halos, brief peeks into other moments that were not directly explored in the main story. For my dear @sn1tchesandtalkers .

Run Dry ~ Yup, another WIP, and some more OFC poly. A gift for @Sn1tchesAndTalkers and, gasp and shock, a slow WIP.

For The Fallen Ones ~ Angels and Reapers, divine mythology, OFC Poly and so much more. A very slow WIP

Write Our Names In The Wet Concrete ~ Producer Patrick, stunt coordinator Pete and a lovely young actress? What could possibly go wrong here? Exceedingly slow WIP.

(Un)Dress To Impress ~ My entry for the Trick or Pete Halloween contest. Halloween at Flame, technically another outtake from Choking On Their Halos.

Do Not Open Before Christmas ~ Sweet Baker Boy and his English Teacher. Cookies, Pies and the bitchiest cat that ever was. My first foray into strictly Peterick and one that I am ridiculously proud of. This is 78978% due to @Sn1tchesAndTalkers influence. WIP

Bittersweet ~ My first collaborative fic, with the AMAZING @scmi-sweet . It was directly inspired by a line in one of her fics that sparked an idea which just…. Snowballed. A very amazing WIP

And In The End, I’d Do It All Again ~ AB/AP writing AU. Eleven songs, eleven tales behind them,. Non-linear and sporadic but some of my favorite music of all time. WIP

When The Snow Comes Down ~ My entry for the Have Yourself Some Merry Little Peterick. It is sweet, almost tooth achingly so. Dad Patrick, adorable tots and snowstorms of opportunity. FINISHED. I KNOW IT WAS A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.

Work you are most proud of (and why):

I think probably Do Not Open Before Christmas mostly because I had convinced myself that it was nothing I could ever write well, and I combined both a new POV and a new ship. Turns out, it was okay. I am really, really happy with it.

Work you are least proud of (and why):

As much as I hate to say it, because I love them, probably my two original works; and that is mostly because of the reception (or lack of) that they received that made me question literally everything. I have thought more than once about taking them down, but I won’t.

A favourite excerpt from your writing:

A little glimpse from And In The End, I’d Do It All Again...

Patrick didn’t move, not until there were hands on his now boxer clad hips, tugging him down to the floor, solid and sticky hot in Pete’s lap. It was always the same, always, and he pressed his face against Pete’s neck, closing his eyes and just relaxing in the moment. It should have been awkward, it should have been messy, it should have been so many things, but it wasn’t. It was comfort, and safety and, for the briefest of moments, bliss. No matter what anonymous town they were in, what color the counters were, or how many stalls were behind them, there was always that moment of home when he relaxed in Pete’s arms, no matter how brief. And brief it was.

Between fingers slipping through his hair, sweat wet and sticky and the fingers that played gentle scales along his spine, Patrick found home on a bathroom floor, every single time in Pete’s arms. But it was fleeting.

Share or describe a favourite comment you received: I am absolutely in awe that anyone reads my work, much less takes the time to comment. The fact that my absolute favorite authors are among those that do…. @laudanumcafe , @sn1tchesandtalkers@a-smile-like-that , @a-smile-like-that , @das-verlorene-kind , @shatteredmirrors-and-lace23 and more… I am absolutely in awe. The fact that Kindchen created a work of art based on my reapers is still just…. The highest of compliments. I am humbled

A time when writing was really, really hard:

Um, always. I am FOREVER freaking out over my work, always, but especially when I posted the third chapter of Do Not Open Before Christmas. Snitches, Scmi and Laudanum have been my handholders and cheerleaders through much panic.

A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

All of them. Seriously, everything. I never know what I am going to expect or where things are going to go. I am fairly certain that these folks make their own decisions once I get them out of my head. I really do not control them..

How did you grow as a writer this year?

Well…. I started posting in August, so… it was a productive year.

How do you hope to grow next year?

I would really like to gain some confidence in my abilities and maybe FINISH SOMETHING BEFORE STARTING SOMETHING NEW.

Who was your greatest positive influence as a writer?

Oh gosh…. @@sn1tchesandtalkers @@laudanumcafe , @das-verlorene-kind , @scmi-sweet and @a-smile-like-that are the reasons I write, truly.

Anything from real life show up in your writing this year:

Hahahahah. I’ll never tell.

Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Basically? Just write. It doesn’t matter if it is amazing, just get it out. There's always time to edit.

Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) next year?

I am absolutely going to finish Halos, and a few others, without a doubt.

Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read:

I am fairly certain that all of my people have been tagged but if you follow me and haven’t let me see it!!!!!

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unworthy-stars · 7 years

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“One Last Time” (Kitri Variation Series)

The request to continue writing about Ballet RoChu AU was made by @mimizuku9 (I am sorry for the delay)

I have other two stores one-shots, if you want (please tell me if I want to tag you or not)

The series will be called “Kitri Variation” but it will just be random one-shots.

Enjoy!

Wang Yao was heading to the showers after a tiring day of practise. He didn't have the luck of meeting Braginsky that day. The female choreographer in the room next to his said that he was present but she had heard no music nor steps from the room next to hers. Wang barely understood her words since he wasn't familiar with Russian but got the conclusion that only Braginsky's ghost had appeared that day.

He tried to forget it and focused on going to rest. After all tomorrow would be a new day and his teacher woul surely appear to show him more tricks.

'Hey Wang. Want to come with us tonight? There will be hot chicks involved' one of his comrades during team practise suggested while passing by his side.

'That sounds lovely, I may meet you.' Wang replied with a smile and the guy nodded back.

As Wang was walking he heard a familiar tune. Of course he recognised Tchaikovsky's pas de deux for Swan Lake for the role of the Black Swan. It was one of the duets he'd like to dance even once, either dancing as Von Rothbart or the prince charming of the ballet play. The music was splendid, expected from a master of the masters in romantic music, and it just made him dance along without thinking.

He went towards the source of the sound only to realise it was playing from the small room for the beginners. The beginners had already finished their daily routine and Wang estimated that they would be home resting or eating a proper meal. There was no way that someone hadn't left.

Wang opened the door only to see Ivan Braginsky dancing along the famous tune. He was wearing a really glamorous and shiny costume which must have cost more than two hundred euros. He was jumping here and there in delicate sissones like a flying bird. The choreohraphy was altered significally like it was adjusted for a male protagonist. But his moves just blended beautifully with the music.

His only fault was his expression. Ivan looked scared, afraid of the floor like it was lava. Not only that but his icey blue eyes spotted on the ground like he would fall. Probably he hadn't danced in a long time.

Wang shook his head amazed by Ivan's marvellous technical skills. However, the moment after the music stopped and Ivan wasn't wearing the fancy costume but mere black shorts and a white ragged T-Shirt.

It had all been Wang's imagination. That was Ivan's power when dancing; dazzling everyone with his skills.

Soon Ivan started doing a series of turns, including pirouettes and fouettes. Ivan however stared at the ground which caused him to fall on his thighs.

Wang ran to help him get up. He had fallen enough times to know what to do whenever in pain. He guessed that Ivan knew better than him, however he could never stay apathetic about someone's pain.

'Thank you Wang...I am sorry for keeping you.' Ivan was held by Wang and got up within seconds 'For your petit shape, you are actually quite strong.'

'Despite your immense height, you are actually as heavy as a feather.' Wang replied and looked down 'Your dance, professor...I haven't seen something like that. It was inspiring!'

Ivan wasn't listening to Wang. He had formed a nice well-built body, worthy of a ballet dancer. He wished that he still had the same shape as before. But he prefered to see someone else take his place rather than toiling himself all over again.

'Eh...ah...at least I fell forward. To be honest, I wish I don't dance again. When I was young and ambitious, I hoped that my last dance would be on stage somewhere in Australia. It turns out that the last dance I truly wanted was this.' Ivan admitted as he approached his sport bag to find some water.

Wang remained in the center of the room. The wooden floor was designed like this to make every single false detail echo. However Ivan didn't make a sound. His landings were perfect.

'I want to see you dance more, but you cannot tame a dancer. His soul is wilder than a lion's. At least I saw you dance once and that is more than enough for me.'

Ivan stopped drinking water and closed the bottle furiously and with two big steps he was a breath away Wang. The student gasped by the Russian teacher's strictness. His moves were sharp and fast but omitted a certain sweetness and passion at the same time just like Prokofiev's pieces.

'I was wrong. I do not want that to be my last dance. Wait here.' he said with his hoarse voice and ran as fast as he could after having fallen on the floor.

Wang waited patiently. He was curious but couldn't go and see himself because that would be disrespectful to his teacher. A teacher in ballet is a master and his advices should be taken as orders.

Within a minute Wang saw Ivan's beautiful round face. He had brought the pianist of the Academy, the bald man that Wang had previously danced for. The pianoman smiled at the student and sat on the chair in front of the piano of the room.

Each room had a piano and a CD player. It was said that each piano had a different voice and every piece could be heard differently in each room even if the same notes were played.

'Kitri Variation, Act 1' Ivan ordered and the pianist nodded and prepared himself 'Wang, you know this is for Kitri, the female protagonist of Don Quixote. Follow my steps; we will make Kitri Variation a pas de deux for Romeo and Mercutio.'

Wang and the pianist nodded at the same time. Wang winked at Ivan who was heading towards corner six.

'Okay. On forth with the left foot in front, you know like the Spanish. Rond de jambe en dehors with the right foot in front ending to a bend knee transfer of weight in forth while the left arm is in sixth and the right in fifth. Chasse with the left foot and then grand jeté at three, sissone over and then four pas de chat at seven. Fouettés en dedans and then improvise.'

Wang understood and got in the mood. His furious death glare was accompanied by Ivan's bright smile full of pride. Two different expressions for the same piece, like fire and water.

They both stood in forth waiting for the pianist to start. With a single note both dancers began to move around the room.

Ivan's jumps almost reached the sky while Wang followed staying relatively low but sharp and in character. Their en dehors were parallel with the walls like someone had hit them with a pan. Ivan looked happy and Wang knew that he was also giving it his everything.

Wang started to improvise but could not resist following his teacher's steps. He admitted himself that he was not creative, but a strong learner. He was like a parrot, repeating sounds but by itself it produces only a chirp.

The fast tempo started and the ballerina was supposed to do a series of pirouettes on pointes while men appeared at the side keeping her in line. Ivan started to do a circle of pirouettes all over the room. Wang stopped and started to clap to give him a standard tempo, just like an actual audience would do. The teacher finished with an arabesk and then landing on his knee.

'Bravo Mr. Braginsky! That was amazing!' Wang clapped more.

Ivan turned to the pianist and leaned forward. He did a big step to the right and bowed in front of Wang as well. His smile reached his ears and his eyes were shining. His face was red and covered by a thin layer of sweat. His muscled pale arms were wet too.

Ivan exhaled and ran to embrace Wang. He did as said and I may add tightly. He then kissed his two cheeks and smiled.

'Now I am done with dancing.' he said and patted the student's wide shoulder.

Wang had forgotten about the meeting with his classmates and he honestly didn't care. He prefered his teacher's company and he also loved to hear more of the sentimental piano pieces the pianist played.

'For someone who has decided that dancing is not anymore his possession, you surely do own the stage Mr. Braginsky,' the pianist said in English so Wang could comprehend.

Ivan sighed and replied 'Dancing was never my possession. No one can own any art. Dancing was merely my obsession.'

#request done mission achieved #kitri variation (series)#rochu #aph russia #aph china #the-awesome-sia

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itscooltobefanficy · 7 years

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Feeling Alive (Introduction)

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 1/?: Introduction

Word count: 1007

Love to @systemfailuresunshine for her endless patience and the inspiration to write this. (See at the bottom for author notes!)

The studio smells like white vinegar and floor polish, and sunshine pours in through the skylights. In the centre of the room, the dancers twirl gracefully, their reflections keeping pace as they sketch out the steps: from downstage left to centrestage right. Bucky quietly closes the door behind him and joins the gaggle of first years who are craning their necks to watch Miss Carter’s advanced ballet class. He fixes his eyes on the flash of red hair. Nat is dancing in pride of place, the centre of the ensemble. He smiles a little to see it. Nat will be pleased. She likes to be the best.

“Good.” Miss Carter raps out the word with familiar sharpness; Bucky automatically straightens his spine. “Now, to music. Please give your jetés more life: you should glide, not hop about like a rabbit.” She switches on the ancient CD player and counts them in.

Bucky watches with interest as the class complete the intricate line of steps. Nat makes it look easy, weightless. Mind you, that’s what seventeen years of training do to you; and, after all, he would know. The dancers finish the line and Miss Carter shuts off the music.

“Better. You may proceed to reverence, then stretching. Thank you for your effort today, girls.” The dark-haired lady inclines her head to her pupils and plays the familiar, peaceful strains of piano music that signal the end of the class. The dancers ease their way through the prescribed series of port de bras and curtseys, before breaking away, talking in quiet voices, to begin their warm-down stretches.

Nat strides over to him, wiping the back of her neck with a towel, her red hair tinged with sweat.

“You looked good,” Bucky tells her, and Nat tilts her head to one side- her usual reaction to justified praise.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in class?” She asks, moving to stretch out her hamstrings. Bucky winces on her behalf.

“Nah, got let out early. Figured I’d come and see how the prodigy is getting on.”

She snorts. “You can talk.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. It’s the only appropriate response.

Nat’s classmates exchange polite small talk as they begin to pack up their belongings and drift from the room. Bucky recognises all of them: in an environment as insular as the Academy it’s impossible not to know everyone, at least by sight. And everyone knows him. He has something of a reputation.

“Ready to go?” Nat shimmies her leggings over her hips before slinging her bag over her shoulder. Bucky pushes the door open for her and smiles wryly.

“Ready to find out our doom, you mean.”

“Steve!” Nat raises her voice to catch the attention of the tall blonde waiting outside the classroom down the corridor. “He’s moaning again!”

Bucky’s roommate turns around, grinning.

“Is he? Come on, Bucky,” Steve sighs with mock exasperation, “Can’t you- oh, I don’t know, find something to be cheerful about?”

At his elbow, their classmate Sam snorts.

“If that happened, we’d think he’d been body-swapped.”

Even Nat cracks a smile at that, but, thankfully, before they can gang up on him further, Director Fury sticks his head out through the door.

“I’m not getting any younger in here. Come on,” He pushes the door wide, “Let’s get this over with.”

They file in past the director, nodding politely. Fury’s had charge of the Academy for as long as Bucky’s been here, and before he’d taken the position he’d been a student here: not to mention seven years as the first black principal dancer in an international company. Bucky would find that level of achievement intimidating, were it not for the fact that Fury is the most relaxed teacher here by a long shot.

“Sit your asses down-” Case in point, “-I haven’t got all day.”

Bucky does a quick head-count as they take a table in the front row. Nearly half of the year are here: clearly they’d all been conned by the same rumour that he had.

“I’ll get straight to the point,” Fury tells them, eyeing them over his wire-rimmed glasses, “I expect most of you have heard that ‘Expanding the Lens: A Wider View on Performance Art’ is the easiest optional module you’re ever going to take. And maybe that was true, last year. But, unfortunately for you, we’ve decided to change it.”

Bucky’s sure that if this were any other school, a heartfelt groan would have chased its way around the room. Fury looks amused.

“You’ll have seen the email: this module will no longer require twelve hours of compulsory lectures. Instead, we expect you to complete twelve hours of independent study and a two-thousand-word report on your experiences.”

At the expressions on all their faces, Fury snorts.

“You didn’t think a course here would be easy, did you?” The mocking sarcasm is tangible. Bucky supposes they deserve it. The most prestigious performing arts school in the area wouldn’t know what an easy ten credits was. “There are two places available with a variety of organisations in the area. The sign-up sheet is outside my office.” Fury gives them all a warning look. “I will be in touch with the instructors, so if you skip an hour, I’ll know about it. Class dismissed.”

As soon as the director has left the room, talk explodes from all directions. Bucky just groans. He can’t decide which is worse: finding twelve hours to spare in his already crammed schedule, or the two-thousand-word report at the end. Steve’s hand lands on his shoulder in consolation.

“Partners?”

Bucky looks at his best friend. “I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to suffer through this with.”

Steve laughs.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me, Romanoff,” Sam grins, and Nat raises her eyes to the ceiling.

“Save us. Are we going to sign up now, then?”

Bucky shrugs helplessly.

“Might as well. Otherwise we’ll be stuck with salsa or something equally awful.”

Steve elbows him good-naturedly.

“Nothing like a bit of optimism, Buck.”

Bucky just glares.

Part 1 (Slow Hands)

AN: I hope you enjoyed! I guess I will open a tag list if there’s interest? But really this story is for my girl @systemfailuresunshine because she deserves all the sunshine and love. If my AO3 readers are reading this and going “WTF” then I can offer you nothing but a shrug. This wrote ten chapters of itself in a week. My other fics are still ticking happily away. Love to all <3

#bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #I wrote a thing #Feeling Alive #Feeling Alive Intro

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theyoilibrary · 7 years

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University/College Au Masterlist

#latteart - imagines

Tiger House looks like it can’t decide if it’s an English pub, a used book store, or a bakery. The only sign that it actually sells coffee is the smell of freshly-roasted beans that hits Otabek when he pushes open the door, a little bell jangling above him. There’s nobody here but a bored-looking barista leaning on the counter by the register. “Can I help you?” the barista says, in a tone that heavily implies he would rather do no such thing.

100 Ways to Say 'I Love You' - Kelly_J_Jackson

Every day for the first 100 days of the New Year, I will be posting a drabble for each writing prompt that tumblr p0ck3tf0x created on their list "'100 Ways to Say I Love You'." It will be mostly Victuuri with some Yurio (and possibly Otabek). It's going to be a challenge, but I'm going to try my best to update daily. OR They're a bunch of dorks, really.

admiration in falling asleep - calliopinaround

Rooming with Otabek is fine. It really is—they’re best friends, Otabek is the perfect roommate, and there’s nothing about each other that they don’t already know to make it weird. (Except Yuri hadn’t known that Otabek walks around only in his pajama bottoms in the morning, or what he smells like right out of the shower, or that he likes his coffee with two sugars and nothing else, or that he has a knack for losing the television remote regardless of where he puts it, or that he keeps his keys on his nightstand and nowhere else, or that he opens the blinds half-way first thing in the morning to let the sunrise in…) So it’s fine. It really is. Yuri likes this arrangement, and no matter how many looks Mila gives him, that’s the truth. He just wishes it sounded like all of the truth.

A Gays guide to Surviving College. - CoffeeAndDesperation

Yuuri katsuki, a young mathematics major starting his 2nd year of college, finds himself rooming with an illegally hot Russian linguistics major. While across the hall things heat up between Yuri plisetsky, and his interesting roommate who has a deep passion for writing.

a glass heart, and all its parts - AliFyre

Katsuki Yuuri comes to study in America with the hope that a change of environment will give his mental health the break he needs to finally write that book he's always wanted. Viktor Nikiforov ended up in America a long time ago and stays there because he can't think of anywhere better to be, sitting on a novel draft with zero inspiration to finish it. This is the story of how they struggle with themselves and their stories, and how they maybe find love in the process.

All the Warmth of the Sun - pythaglorious

Yuuri wasn’t sure if he could call it a date, but Phichit had set them up, and they were alone. In a bar. And, if Yuuri should consider this a date, there was worse company to be had than Viktor Nikiforov, with his shining silver hair and a baby blue stare that somehow held all the warmth of the sun.

Anatomical Accuracy - Fayina (Dayea)

Yuri has a secret talent in drawing, and he'd be damned if Otabek finds out about his shameful collection of the Kazakh's portraits. Oh and his skype call with Mila and Sara is getting out of hand.

An eternal bee buzzes in my ear - mozaikmage

AU where the russian characters are international students studying in NYC, and otabek the kazakh guy is the hot waiter at that one russian restaurant they go to every weekend, and anyway don't look at me

artistry - lilium_parvum

"The city lights always called to Yuuri. Even as a boy, he dreamed of the neon glow on his face and riding fast, fast, fast down the busy roads. Maybe in a sports car. Or a motorcycle. Perhaps he would just run. He hadn’t worked out the details on that yet. Yuuri dreamed of a whirlwind love, the kind of person with cold eyes and a dark smile, a troubled person with a kind heart. " In which Phichit's Instagram leads to Yuuri and Viktor meeting.

A Yellow Highlighter - henriqua

Otayuri Week 2017 Day 7: Soulmates | Too bad Otabek is a people watcher, not a people meeter, and on top of that he's convinced he would probably live a happier life without meeting a soulmate whose first words to him are rude ones.

Behind Locked Doors - dia_dove

College student Yuuri Katsuki is in love with his professor, Viktor Nikiforov. A love he plans on keeping to himself, until one drunken mistake leads him to a world of pleasure.

centripetal force - braveten

Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn't one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.

Close Quarters - i_like_my_eggs_benedict

Yuri moved thousands of miles away from home in Russia to attend a prestigious performing arts university in the States, gambling that his stupid former rink mate Victor (who also attends) wouldn't be anywhere near him. Otabek also took a chance by coming to this university so far away from the security of life back home, hoping his future and career will go somewhere. They were both slightly worried about who their roommate would be, but it seems like the guy they were put with just seems to...fit.

Cold Light of Morning - kepitto

do you believe in soulmates? - foreverhalo

A drabble about Yuri and Otabek in college.

Fragile Hearts - aksnowchild

*Title and Story are subject to change as this is an ongoing story* AU where Yuuri Katsuki is a Japanese college student going to school in America. He studies to become a vet while working at Ice Pets Adoption, which is owned by his friends the Nishigori family. He keeps his life fairly simple, but one day a mysteriously beautiful Russian waltzes into Yuuri's life and suddenly he experiences something he never has before: attraction.

It Doesn't Have to be a Lie - Recesskup

Yuuri is not outgoing. That’s why when Phichit supplies Viktor as his fake boyfriend he’s bringing home for Christmas he nearly dies on the spot. And in all Honesty, he’s not quite sure how he managed to convince Viktor Nikiforov to play the role of his pretend boyfriend. And he’s even more at a loss for words when he remembers he has to go along with this for two weeks. Or- The pretend relationship AU where Yuuri is a shy Dance Major and Viktor is the attractive, outgoing Art/Photography Major and Phichit is the worst wingman ever.

Legendary Lovers - rjk122

Leave it to Yuri Plisetsky to humiliate himself and then have the only person on campus that he wanted to avoid also end up being the only person who he sees all the time. And also who never does anything but stare at him. Like, seriously, why is this dude always staring at him? College AU based on a prompt by theappleppielifestyle on tumblr!

Love Like You'll Never Be Hurt - OurMidnightMuse

(College AU) In high school Yuri Plisetsky was the end of many pranks by his fellow classmates, being a slight in stature ballet dancer. One in particular resulted in Yuri being forably outed as a homosexual in a most humiliating way, causing a rift in who he felt he could trust. Now in college, Yuri is trying to move past all of the things that bothered him in the past, however, they keep on cropping up. At a college party that he was coaxed into attending, Yuri meets the most unlikely of friend; a former ballet classmate whom he had not seen in many years named Otabek Altin. As the two grow closer, Yuri discovers something troubling about his new friend. Could the two possibly help each other through their past and present troubles, or will the blockades in the road cause them to fall apart before they even begin to come together? (TWs will preface each chapter in the beginning notes as they come.)

Match Made By Phichit - SociallyAwkwardFox (Maze_Runner_Fae)

Five times Phichit plays matchmaker for his friends and the one time they play matchmaker for him.

Music of Love - mechatitan

"Otabek felt pure panic course through him. What did he do now? He was accidentally intruding on an extremely private moment for this beautiful man he didn’t even know. How did one even address this. Maybe the best thing would be to just leave as quietly as he could. Otabek watched as the man leaned forward and onto his knees and crumpled in on himself. He knew he couldn’t just leave now." Or the story in which Otabek accidentally witnesses Yuri dealing with a tragic loss and kinda fucks up.

Never Content - silvershrubbery, Sukiyaki_Rut

"If you look for perfection, you'll never be content." Or: Mila and Sara end up as roommates their sophomore year of college, but there's a problematic division among the international dance students that puts them on opposite sides of a war. Despite that Sara can't deny her crush on Mila, and Mila has a growing appreciation for the quiet but free-spirited Italian. When a scandal ensues, things become more complicated for everyone involved. Alternates between Mila's and Sara's perspectives each written by one of us, but you'll catch on. Also, the ages have been adjusted so Mila and Sara are the same year in college; everything else is pretty much based on canon.

Oh the world is okay - mozaikmage

now with more characters and everyone being friends, yay

On Love: Voice - Pigfarts23

Au where Otabek and Yuri have to collaborate and they compose Agape together. The unholy music/college AU you didn't ask for but got anyway

poly-A tail - owlinaminor

poly-A tail: a long string of RNA containing only adenine bases, added to the 3' end of a pre-mRNA transcript to protect it from degradation as it travels through the cytoplasm. when depicted in textbooks, the structure is written as simply a long string of A's. (or: in which yulia plisetskaya forms a study group, makes a friend, and learns that finals week is about more than taking tests.)

Shape of You - Forestfish

Yuri wants to sleep but his neighbour keeps remixing into the wee hours of the morning. (in this AU they're studying in England and living in the same halls of residence)

Taste of Paradise - Spicenee

With another successful house party under their belt, Yuri wanted to keep the party going with his roommates/boyfriends which wouldn't be too hard to do. “We were wondering how much we made tonight.” Otabek said. He wrapped an arm around Yuri's waist, pulling him closer to his chest. “Oh. Right, the money.” Yuri got up, turning so that both Otabek and JJ had a good look at his ass. Yuri reached back in to his back pocket, making sure to stick his ass out. He smirked when he noticed how JJ's pupils dilated when he ran his hand down the curve of his ass. He slowly pulled out money from one of his back pockets before running his hand along his ass to the other back pocket.

Three Cheers and you Lose. - Goddess_Of_Profanity

Yavok Feltsman, a retired NHL coach, is forced into teaching a team of useless, enthusiastic college students. As the hockey team grows closer together, problems develop, and relationships evolve. Will the group be able to hold everything together, or will it all fall apart?

wannabe rockstars and prima ballerinas - thehearsesong

au in which yuuri and viktor both attend columbia college in chicago. viktor is a music major and in a band and yuuri is a ballerina studying at the joffrey ballet academy as well as majoring in dance at columbia. they get paired up together for a project in class and viktor wants to be yuuri's friend, dammit but yuuri has crippling anxiety basically yuuri gets bullied into supporting vitya's band, there's some ballet, phichit is the ultimate wingman as usual, and there's fluff and college student hijinks

who you gonna call? - apollothyme

“Who would win in a fight between a giant pigeon and Iron Man?” “Yura, it’s four in the morning.”

You Must Be The Roomie - kaitlynsmth

AU where Yuri Plisetsky is a 19 year old social media star/dancer and is at college, and his roommate is in a band with Otabek Altin, who Yuri can’t help but pine over.

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