#dance academy drabbles

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I'm thinkin about Christian Reed. yk from dance academy. this one.

horribly low res but beautiful nonetheless. three pixels of pure beauty. I'm thinking about you and Christian being very very reluctant pas de deux partners. you both have trust issues, you both have things you don't really want to talk about, you both have pasts. something in Miss Raine tells her to put you together, and by god is it worth it. dance, especially ballet, is the only place that you can manage to get your brain to just shut up for a little while. it's an escape from everything you don't want to think about, everything you want to run away from. when you dance, it's quiet. it's an escape. solace. and now you have to dance with Christian. Christian who has a snarky little nickname for you, who stares at you a little longer than he should. Christian who makes your heart pound even though you'd die before admitting it. it took you some time to warm up to each other, but it wasn't awkward like it was between Kat and Sean, or Abigail and Sammy, or Tara and everyone she's been paired up with. it wasn't about learning to be coordinated and in sync with each other, it felt more like meeting in the middle. your bonding exercise was 20 questions, and you both quickly found out which topics to avoid with each other, and where you have common ground. you formed an uneasy truce after that, and your already promising dancing started improving greatly. now you both secretly look forward to class a little more. Christian is warm, even when he doesn't act like it. you can always feel his body heat behind you, and his hands on your waist make you feel... small. his grip is sturdy and his movements are steadfast. you can deal with all that, deal with the feeling of him lifting you up like it's nothing, spin you around like a music box ballerina, you can even deal with the looks in the mirror and the muttered comments under his breath that only you can hear, that almost make you lose focus. it's his breath on your shoulder and eyes on your neck that make you nervous. gravity loses its grip on you when he lifts you, when he spins you around, and something about you warms him up. you get his blood pumping, you add a fluidity and artistry to his every move, in and out of class. it's early in the year, there's a long way to go and a lot of drama to get through on the way, but you've both improved drastically already, and you're quickly becoming top of your classes. it's still to early to say, but Miss Raine is sure she made the right decision in pairing you up. she's excited to watch you help each other grow, and your classmates are excited to watch the electric chemistry between you, watch the sparks fly and tension grow. you and Christian are just excited for you next pas de deux class.

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Choreographer Major!Jungkook X Rich Ballerina!(fem)Reader

Mini Series!!

Strangers to lovers! Au

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: In which Jungkook is so enamored with the pretty Ballerina he gets glimpses of dancing in the studio across from him when he’s practicing.

A/N: back with something finally!. I hope you all enjoy this lil bit of the Drabble series I’m starting. I’m really excited for it. Originally I wanted to make this a full length one shot but I decided to turn it into a Drabble series in stead cuz why not lol. Also the more I write for this new couple the more I’m getting attached & will want to continue writing more for them.

The best thing about transferring over to this royal academy of fine arts was not only because Jungkook can finally take his dancing more seriously, but also because he gets to look at pretty things everyday and by that, what he really means is the pretty little thing currently stretching before practice in the cutest pink bodysuit. A ruched sweetheart neckline and a small satin bow in the middle, mesh skirt to match that flows nicely with every move made.

So adorable.

It hadn’t even been a full week in yet since he started here but you’ve already quite captured his heart.

In the middle of his five minute break, he’s currently downing a bottle of cold water, but watching you twirl about and move effortlessly in the studio across from him. Jungkook realizes that his thirst is not entirely quenched and water isn’t merely enough to satiate it.

As much as he’s heard about you. The spoiled nepo princess who comes from a family born with old money that’ll last future generations a lifetime. Out of touch. Off limits. Stuck up prude. Too good for anyone. He’s only interested in getting to know you. Not the one people have told him about all around. Although, he hasn’t so much as said a word to you nor properly introduced himself yet, but Jungkook knows that you’ve caught on to him and the way he watches you, has an inkling that you secretly like it.

The little timid smiles you try to hide when you notice him staring a little too long in class or when you catch him watching you stretch before practice starts with a slightly annoyed look. He doesn’t bother hiding it either. Jungkook likes to tease and he likes the little attention you give him as well. He’s caught you once or twice stealing a glance at him when he’s going shirtless during practice.

It’s cute. You’re really cute.

It’s almost a month of this. Stealing glances, your pretty smiles he barely gets glimpses of and even faux irritated eye rolls he finds absolutely adorable. Lingering gazes from across the ways and brushing against your touch in between passes down the halls. It gets jam packed sometimes as students are struggling to get to class but he doesn’t mind the struggle that much. Not when Jungkook purposely squeezes up against you and he fucking loves to see your small and gorgeous self trying not to melt under his stare from above as he passes through, oh so slowly. And it’s not until a random Thursday evening does Jungkook finally hear your lovely saccharine voice that sounds like his forever favorite song.

“You know, it’s quite rude to stare.” Having caught him watching you once again from the entrance of the studio you're currently practicing in, you slowly walk your way up to him, crossing your arms.

“I was admiring you, pretty things should always be appreciated.” His lips curl into an attractive smile and the sight of him leaning against the door frame with muscular bare arms crossed over his broad and buff chest nearly has you in awe of how fine of a specimen he absolutely is. He’s glistening with sweat, hairline, neck and chest. No doubt having just finished his own dance practice. The white tank he’s clad in sticks to his upper body almost like a second skin and the gray sweats hanging low on his hips just add on to the flutters in the pit of your stomach and traveling down south.

You bite back a smile, keeping a neutral look as you level him with a narrowed stare. There’s no need to be getting flustered or nervous in front of a guy like him. Although you absolutely are on the inside, but of course he doesn’t need to know that.

“Oh, was that really what you were doing?.”

As you come to a stop in front of him, you say with a raised brow in questioning. His gaze falls to your glossed pink lips, looking so soft and scrumptious. Jungkook can only imagine how they’d feel against his own and he licks his lips at the mere thought of such. The apples of your cheeks have a dusted pink to them he thinks looks cute on you. The light glam makeup you’re wearing is pretty but it’s not needed, he thinks. You’re effortlessly gorgeous, he could stare at you all day long and never tire or be bored.

“You know it can be pretty creepy, especially coming from a stranger.”

He doesn’t move an inch nor does his unwavering gaze with you falter, piercing into your being like he’s trying to dig deep into your soul.

“Is that so?. Hmm.”

Jungkook pushes himself off the door frame so suddenly and steps up to you as you have. He’s so close that it prompts you to take a step back, but he’s quick to follow closely once more and the intensity of his stare pins you to your spot, unmoving. His aura and the dominance he exudes is overpowering. Your own resolve is waning, cracking at the seams. Fuck, do you not have it together anymore like you initially thought and you’ve barely even met the guy.

“I know you like it when I watch you, princess.” The corners of his lips tug up into a full blown teasing grin and he tilts his head, tonguing the inside of his cheek as he watches you for a moment. As if he’s got you all figured out.

“When I have my eyes on you. I see the way you smile to yourself when you think I’m not looking and don’t think I don’t notice the little shows you put on for me when you do your stretches. Especially when you do them with your partner.”

A breathy hitch escapes you, heart rate spiking and feeling a bit embarrassed at being called out like this, but you both know it’s true. You’re not exactly subtle yourself when you give him something extra to look at when he’s watching.

Jungkook takes another step closer, this time fully invading your space as he leans in to whisper in your ear for you to hear his next words very clearly. The whiff of his sweat mixed with a light fresh jasmine musk(most likely his cologne) fills your nostrils and oh how you can’t help but to slightly inhale how nice he still smells, even after practice.

“I’ll have you know, I can stretch you out the way you need in more ways than I’ve seen these past few weeks, princess.”

The deep velvety tone of his voice sends tingles down your spine and he starts a heat below you almost can't think straight. Nearly moaning at the words he speaks and Jungkook catches note of the tiny whimper you tried to keep inside. He smiles widely, licking his lips at the sweet sound of it.

It excites him and strokes his ego a bit to know you’re affected by him just as much as he’s affected by you and what you do to him. Pretty doll like you will be the death of him. Oh how he knows it.

Your heart is beating rapidly and it just might burst out of your chest with how hard it pounds. You think he might be able to hear it with how close he is to you.

The sudden bell ringing throughout the studio has you startled and you back away from him immediately. Jungkook takes his sweet time walking his way backwards and watching you a bit longer as he does so.

He likes the sight of you a cute flustered mess and he thinks he should make you one more often for all the teasing you’ve been doing.

“Well, you should probably get to class and by the way, I’m Jungkook. Nice officially meeting you princess.”

With one last smile he turns around and enters the hall, mixing in amongst students getting to their next class.

The second he’s gone you exhale a deep breath, hand on your forehead rubbing at your temple with your mind still running a mile a minute trying to process what just transpired between the two of you.

The both of you finally talked. The new and cute dancer you’ve been silently crushing on upon his arrival called you pretty. His name is Jungkook and he may be into you just as much as you’re into him?.

“What the absolute fuck…”

౨ৎ — hope you enjoyed! let me know your thoughts as well, I’d love to read them 🫶🏻

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Masterlist

Last updated 08/18/2023

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Demon Slayer/ KNY

Kyojuro Rengoku

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Rengoku Shinjuro

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Adult characters only please (please no aged-up minors either)

Right now I'm only interested in writing "x reader" stories.

I don’t want to write anything about Akaza either. Fuck him (And yes, I’ve read the gosh damn dang manga)

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NSFW or SFW prompts welcome.

I don't answer in any particular order, I answer them as ideas come to me and sometimes I just don't gel with a prompt. I'm sorry if I never get to your ask!

Characters I love to write: Kyojuro Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Douma, Hotaru Haganezuka, Muzan, Shinjuro Rengoku, Himejima Gyomei. Kimetsu Academy AU also welcome!

My Ao3 is here but I pretty much just cross post.

[cieloclercs]

grace , send me a trope + a character and i’ll write a short drabble from it

hii, can i please request best friends to lovers with ollie?

congrats on 1k btwww 🫶🫶

call me cupid — ollie bearman

pairing. ollie bearman x best friend!reader

word count. 2.7k (i swear i tried to make it short lmao)

warnings. kind of a weird fusion of fluff and angst ??? unrequited love vibes (that’s not actually unrequited but u get what i mean), pining ollie, pining reader, arthur lowkey is the mastermind, and is also sick of said pining, abrupt ending i’m sorry 😭

author’s note. hello anon! thank you so much for your request ☺️ i hope this is ok ! i know it cuts off quite abruptly, but i’d be open to writing a part 2 with the confession if you want one <3

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He’s staring again.

It’s becoming a problem, but can anyone really blame him? You look nothing short of angelic under the strobe lights, your shimmering dress catching his eye every time you move. You’re dancing with a girl he doesn’t recognise, that beautiful smile he adores stretched across your crimson-painted lips. It makes him wonder what she’s saying to you to make you seem so content.

Best friends shouldn’t look at each other the way he’s looking at you now. Ollie knows that. Yet on days like today, he really can’t help it. This is your party, celebrating your third Formula 2 victory in a row. He’d watched from way back in P5 as you stormed through the field, fighting off every challenge your opponents tried to throw your way. There’s a reason the fans call you the Queen of Formula 2, after all. You’re practically untouchable. All it does is heighten his awareness of his own pounding heart whenever you’re around; turn his insides to velvet when you so much as smile his way. Yes, it’s becoming a problem — and Ollie isn’t sure there’s anything he can do to stop it.

“You know, I’ve just thought of something you should try.” A voice speaks up to his left, breaking him out of whatever trance you’ve unwittingly put him under. He turns. Arthur Leclerc stands like the devil on his shoulder, arms folded, expression unimpressed. When Ollie says nothing, he goes on, “It’s called talking to her. Works wonders, really, I’d highly recommend. It’s how I met Carla.”

The younger of the two rolls his eyes. Arthur is the only other living soul on earth who knows about his infatuation with you — officially, at least. In reality, almost everyone in the Ferrari Academy has long since figured it out. Everyone except you, ironically. But Ollie supposes it makes sense; why would someone like you ever even consider him as something more than just a friend?

“Can we not do this tonight?” Ollie sighs, exasperated, “I’m just trying to forget about…all of that for a moment.”

This time it’s Arthur who rolls his eyes. Ever since he first caught on to his friend’s crush on you a little over eight months ago, he’s been trying every method under the sun to try and make him see that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t be so pessimistic about his chances. But the answer is always the same. Ollie remains convinced, like some poor, naïve, completely oblivious child, that you’d never so much as give him a second glance if he told you how he felt. It’s complete bullshit, of course. Arthur has seen the way your eyes search immediately for his after a race, be it a good result or even a bad one. He’s watched you brush off close friends (including him, many a time) even family members, to get to Ollie. But of course, Ollie himself doesn’t notice. No fool in love ever does.

“You’re not going to forget though, are you?” Arthur muses, glancing at his friend out of the corner of his eye, “I know you, and I know you can’t stay away from her for that long. You’ll cave eventually.” he smirks. At the sight of Ollie’s pink cheeks, he knows he’s caught him out.

“Why don’t you go annoy someone else for a change?” the Brit grumbles. There’s the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. Arthur could pick it out even in the pitch dark.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love me.” he teases.

Within moments he’s cowered behind Carla on the other side of the room, chased away by Ollie’s (half joking) threats to crash him out of the next race on purpose if he doesn’t shut his mouth. But Arthur’s words stick with him throughout the entire night. Somehow, they always do.

In truth, Ollie's been grappling with the idea of telling you for quite a while; to put him out of his own misery more than anything else. He's sick and tired of the 'best friends' label. It seems so trivial, so reductive to say that it hurts him, when in fact, every time you refer to him as such, he’s sure you must be ripping his heart out of his chest. But then he can’t help but feel melodramatic — at least he has you, even if only as a friend. Even if you don’t love him in the way he loves you, you’re still there. Close, though perhaps not quite close enough. Ollie has decided not to take that for granted. He knows how easily it can be snatched away from him.

In the end (just as he always seems to be) Arthur is right — it’s not even an hour before he finds himself gravitating towards you; unwittingly being pulled into your orbit from which he fears, if he’s not careful, he’ll never be able to escape. You’re hovering on the edge of a group of engineers now, sipping on a glass of sparkling water out of a straw. How you can appear drop dead gorgeous yet so damn adorable at the same time, he has no idea. Ollie feels he’ll be spending the rest of his life trying to figure you and your many layers out.

“Hi, Ol.” you greet him with a smile like the sun when he finally plucks up the courage to approach. He mutters something in reply, though as soon as the words have left his mouth he’s already forgotten them — he could have said something completely unintelligible for all he knows. That’s the effect you have on him.

“Having fun?” you prompt again, your soft smile spreading into a full-blown grin. Ollie glances briefly around the room. It’s absolutely packed full of Ferrari Academy members, both drivers and personnel. Normally, this kind of event would be his worst nightmare. Even if he’s known these people for years, the idea of having to socialise and look like he’s having fun makes him feel sick. But then he remembers all this is for you. It’s to celebrate your achievements in a male dominated field, which no woman has ever managed to do before. When he reminds himself of that, all his anxiety suddenly seems to melt away.

“Of course.” Ollie grins back. His heart soars to see you light up at his words, to see you giggle behind the rim of your glass and look at him as if he’s the only person in the world. At times like this he can truly believe that maybe Arthur is right — maybe, if he confesses, his world won’t come crashing down. Maybe you’ll light it up for the better.

“What happened to you at turn one? Nic told me you dropped out of the points." you go on, eyebrows furrowing with the remnants of confusion. Ollie had begun the feature race in P2 behind you, yet you'd find that the competition you'd so anticipated disappeared not even before the first lap had ended. The Brit sighs, shaking his head.

"I collided with Jack trying to defend." he tells you with a wince, "Damaged my sidepods."

Your expression twists into one of sympathy. There's almost no coming back from that, even for a driver as talented as Ollie. Still, you think, to climb back up to P5 after sustaining damage like that is no mean feat. You don't miss the way he flushes bashfully when you tell him as such.

"It was my own fault." he mumbles, trying desperately to cool the flames in his cheeks as you watch him, eyebrows raised. He always feels like he's been put under a microscope when you look at him like this. There's no escaping the calculation in your stare, the curious scrutiny. "I took too much of a risk."

You shake your head. There's the tiniest of knowing smiles on your lips. Ollie is always so hard on himself. It's something you both admire him for, and find yourself exasperated with; he never seems to be able to see how brilliant he really is -- or at least, how brilliant he is in your eyes.

"Well, whoever was at fault, it's a real shame." you dismiss with a wave of your hand, "I miss sharing the podium with you."

Ollie is sure he must be melting. He can't figure out if it's from your words alone, or from the tiny pout that's fallen on your lips, or even the soft glint in your eyes as you gaze up at him. Suddenly the proximity between the two of you seems to have all but diminished. He chuckles nervously.

"Next race will be ours." the Brit murmurs. Little by little you inch closer to him, your hand resting on the ledge you're leaning on, just ghosting over where his own lays flat. He breathes in sharply.

"Promise?" you whisper. The point of your heel bumps against his foot. Ollie glances down at it in a panic, before his head snaps up to meet your piercing gaze. He fears that if he rocks forwards only the slightest bit on the balls of his feet, he'll be close enough for his nose to bump yours. He's never felt so consumed, so intoxicated by another person in all his life. He can smell the honey scent of your hair, feel your warm breath tickling his cheek. His gaze flickers down for the briefest of moments to your lips - soft and pink, parted as if there's something else you want to say, but the words have gotten trapped in your throat.

"I promise." Ollie croaks.

Just one more step, you think. One more step, and he'll kiss you. He's so close, closer than he's ever been before, and suddenly you can see everything falling into place: all the nights spent crying on Arthur's shoulder, wondering whether Ollie is truly just scared as your friend says he is, or whether he simply doesn't feel the same. It will all fade into a distant, long-abandoned memory. Finally, you'll be able to call him something more than just your best friend.

But then he steps away.

You flinch, taken aback at his sudden movement. Ollie stares at you, wide-eyed, breathing heavily as if he's just run a marathon. He can't believe what's just happened — can't believe he was about to kiss you. How could he be so stupid?

"I —" he stammers. The look on your face is hard to decipher: shocked, confused, hurt. If Ollie looked a bit closer, he'd be able to see the last of those emotions, or the way your shock is mixed with a horrible sinking feeling of disappointment. But, of course, he doesn't see it that way. He's stuck on the same, poisonous idea that's been plaguing his mind ever since he first figured out his feelings — you don't feel the same way.

"I'm sorry." Ollie gasps. Then, without another word, he turns on his heel and runs, leaving you stood alone, arms half outstretched as if to try and stop him. You're too late, of course. Within moments he's out of sight. Gone, just like your hope.

"Well that was a train wreck." a familiar voice speaks up from somewhere on your left. You spin around, groaning as you spot Arthur, arms folded, eyebrows furrowed in what you can only imagine is frustration.

"You don't say." you drawl bitterly, glaring down into your empty glass. Wordlessly, your friend passes you his own half-full one. You lean down to sniff at its contents, and pull away, nose scrunched in distaste — definitely not water. But you think, at this point, you're owed some kind of distraction.

"Why does he keep running away from me?" you grumble. It's been months of this cat and mouse game now. Tonight is the closest you've ever got; the first time you've seen with your own eyes that Ollie does reciprocate your feelings. Yet it feels like for that step forward, all you've gone and done is taken another two back.

"Because he's an idiot." Arthur answers plainly. The Monégasque watches as you take a gulp of his drink, pulling a face at the burn in your throat, and wordlessly reaches forwards to take the glass back from your hands. He's grateful that you don't complain.

"Well I wish he'd stop." you mutter. As much as you're willing to wait for Ollie for as long as he needs, it's painful, having to go on loving him from a distance like this. Every time you lock eyes, the longing grows more intense. You're not sure how much longer you can take it.

"You know, you're just as bad as he is." Arthur speaks up. Once again, your head snaps towards him, eyes narrowing.

"What?"

"You heard me." the Monégasque says with a sigh, "Look, I want to help you, I really do, but you could make all of this so much easier for yourself if you just tell him how you feel."

And there it is. You can’t help but let out a bitter chuckle. It sounds so simple coming from Arthur’s mouth — so easy. God knows you’ve tried, time and time again, to be honest with Ollie about your feelings, to rip off the plaster in the hopes the pain of it won’t be too great; that he might just tell you he’s been trying to say the same thing all this time. But whenever you feel as if you might be ready, the words catch in your throat. You just can’t stomach them. It’s a kind of vulnerability you’ve never shown to anyone before, let alone someone who already means so much to you. At the end of the day, you’re still young. No matter how much you love Ollie now, the chances of him being the one are low.

At least, that’s what you’ve been trying to convince yourself. But a part of you knows already — there’s no one else on earth you’ll ever feel this way about. Young or not, it’s always going to be Ollie.

“I don’t know if I can take that risk, Arth.” you say quietly, “If Ollie and I — if we’re not meant to be together…isn’t it better just to have him, even as a friend, than risk losing him entirely?”

You’re honestly not sure which is the most painful: having to pretend that you don’t love him, or the idea of one day not having him at all. Yet, you still know which one you’d choose — even if it hurts like ripping your own heart out of your chest.

“Huh.” Arthur says, eyebrows furrowing again. There’s something different in his expression this time, though. It’s less frustration, more a spark. As if he’s realised something you and Ollie may not have just yet.

“What?” you ask. Suddenly, Arthur begins to smile. You watch him disbelievingly, none the wiser as to what on earth he has to be so happy about at the present moment. Then he’s laughing, shaking his head as if in mirthful despair.

“You really are soulmates.” the Monégasque snickers, watching almost gleefully as you grow even more confused.

“What?” you ask again. Part of you begins to wonder if Arthur has lost his mind — you wouldn’t blame him after the game he’s been playing: acting as some sort of secret go-between in the middle and your and Ollie’s back and forth self-doubts. But Arthur hasn’t lost the will to live with it all just yet. In fact, he thinks he’s finally figured out how to make the both of you see sense.

“He said the exact same thing to me.”

And with that, Arthur turns on his heel, leaving you stood alone, your mind racing. All this time you’ve been trying to play the long game; trying to anticipate what Ollie is thinking, when in reality, your thoughts are practically shared. You’re both afraid. More than you ever have been in your life. But for the first time you begin to think, perhaps fear doesn’t have to be the dividing factor.

“Why do you look so pleased with yourself?” Carla Brocker asks her boyfriend as he retakes his familiar position at her side, still grinning like a child who’s just been told Christmas is coming early. Arthur says nothing, merely tilting his head in the direction of where you stand motionless. It only takes a few moments for Carla to catch on. She turns to face her boyfriend again, mouth hanging open.

“You think you’ve got through to her?” she whispers urgently.

Once again, Arthur Leclerc grins proudly.

“Just call me Cupid.”

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Dreams of Lavender Confessions

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader

|Warnings|: Ooc! Wednesday Addams, post-Nevermore Academy Wednesday Addams, established relationship, cuddling on a couch, 'I love you's are uttered, jaw kissing, Wednesday Addams is whipped for you, forehead kissing, falling asleep together.

|Summary|: Through the years, Wednesday has loved you the same way; tonight is just a ritual.

|A/n|: This was requested by @tundra1029 and it turned out more like a drabble, but I hope it brings your beautiful request justice.

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Cozy.

It's one word to describe the evening.

There's a pleasure in sinking from the puffiness of your couch. The string that pulled relentlessly on your back all day loosens; popping joints can be heard in the quiet room.

Toes freezing and eyelids drooping, you mindlessly scroll through your phone. Wednesday sits rigidly at the other end of the sofa, your body taking up most of the space. Her presence, though ghostly silent, soothes you in a way warm baths would never dream of rivaling.

It was one of those nights; when content soaks your body in a lavender haze, not a care for the buzzing world.

You spare a glance at the girl, catching her with a look you've grown to memorize over the years.

It was the one she had the first time you confessed to her, your second year at Nevermore Academy. The one she had when you kissed her knuckles tenderly while a slow melody sways both your bodies at the Rave'N Dance. It was the gaze she held when you were both leaning on her balcony railing; the sky was a sea of stars, but she was looking at you.

It was the smile she had when you took her out for dinner, and the bouquet of flowers you gave her earlier for graduation sits on the restaurant's table. It was also the face she made when you lay on your shared apartment floor for the first time, her figure somewhat leaning on the door frame, unpacked boxes still scattered across the space.

And she's looking at you exactly like that right now; through all those years together, yet her soft eyes haven't dared to change. It's a hushed secret between two perfect halves, an eternal promise sealed with a courteous nod or a searing kiss.

She's what fills you to the brim with bliss, your arms now stretching out, beckoning her to meet your body in a tight embrace.

Wednesday moves and lays her weight on top of you, her warm hands resting on your sides. Her scent invades you, and if you close your eyes, you can make out the image of a wet forest—vividian pictures painted with amber, myrrh, and wormwood.

Her face came close to yours, soft breaths fanning down your neck. There's a beat where she lingers, eyes dazed—before she finally leans down and lets her lips press a delicate kiss against your jaw.

"I love you," Wednesday breathes out as she pulls back, admiring her reflection in your glowing eyes. She rests her head on your chest—the slow rhythmic drums calming her own fluttering one—feeling your hand tracing the nooks of her loose braid. You giggle as you wrap your arms around her petite figure, head moving to whisper in her ear.

"I love you, too." Your fingers brush her bangs, parting them slightly, mouth leaving a chaste kiss on the exposed skin.

Leaving a sigh into the room, you look up at the ceiling while your hands pat her head gently. The coziness sang you a lullaby, and your eyelids slowly drooped, taking the devoted lovers to a land of saccharine dreams.

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|A/n2|: I think I quite like how this turned out. Thank you for requesting and reading! Also, if anybody wants to be in my tag list, please interact with this post accordingly :)

[back2bluesidex]

Welcome To My Favorite Place ✨

Hello, this is Nika. Welcome to my masterlist.

Here you will find the byproducts of my sleepless nights and wild imaginations.

Most of my stories are for mature audience. Hence, if you are a minor, you need to stay away from my blog. Some stories may have triggering concepts, please proceed upon reading the warnings carefully.

Hope you have a good reading. 💕

Themes:

Angst - 💔, Fluff - 💖, Smut - 💋

KNJ

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

None yet.

Oneshots

Next level, space level 💋💔

Summary: How can Namjoon deny you when you are ready to give yourself to him?

2. Forbidden 💋

Summary: You know it's forbidden but you don't care, not when your professor is more than ready to ruin you.

3. Bus Ride 💋💖

Summary: Namjoon has a massive crush on his coworker and it takes all his self control to survive a bus-ride with her.

Drabbles

Idol!Namjoon X Author!Reader (Meet cute)

Lover - (Fluff)

Enchanted - (Angst with happy ending)

KSJ

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Taste of a Poison [Twoshot] 💔💋

Summary: Relationship with Seokjin is as toxic as it is addictive.

Part 1 , Part 2

Oneshots

Wanna be yours 💖💋

Summary: A peaceful, dreamless sleep is all you wanted after a long and boring office party but life has different plans and that plan includes the CEO of your company.

2. 20 Years Late 💔💖

Summary: Seokjin could count on his fingers the things that haven't changed within these 20 years of his life, and one of those is you..

Drabbles

By the Sea - (fluff)

You Belong with Me - (Fluff)

Broken Heart Over Whiskey Glass - (Angst)

MYG

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

None yet.

Oneshots

Call Me Oppa 💋💖

Summary: Yoongi has a weird kink... Maybe you'll find it out soon enough.

2. Haegeum 💋

Summary: Banning Yoongi from your bar has its own consequences.

3. Spotlight 💔💖

Summary: No matter how much you run away from Yoongi, Yoongi always comes right back to you.

4. Give Me A Taste 💋

Summary: Yoongi is down bad for you, he has been missing your taste crazily. Thanks to unexpected turns of events and a cancelled show, he can finally satiate his hunger for you.

5. One of the Girls 💋

Summary: Min Yoongi has been threatening your father. But that's not the problem. The problem is that you wanna get fucked by him.

Drabbles

Best friend!Yoongi X Fem!Reader (Angst)

Delicate - (Implied SMUT, Fluff)

Great War - (Angst)

Girl Crush - (Angst)

JHS

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

I Fell First but He Fell Harder [Series](Completed) 💔💖💋

Summary: You have been with Him since the beginning. To you he was the only person that existed in the world, in your world. But to him, you are another pair of hands that clapped after each of his performance. Will it change when you secure a job in his dancing academy?

2. Broken Glock [Series] (Completed) 💔💖💋

Summary: Hoseok is cold hearted, that's what everyone says. He is made of stone, no emotion runs through his veins, everyone believes it. Everyone but you. Because you have seen concern in his eyes and felt warmth in his touches. You have seen the real him, someone he doesn't acknowledge to be. And that's what has made you fall for him even though you believe you are nothing but a paid employee to him. But the reality is different. You're the only one that makes Hoseok a sane human being, he loves you with all of his heart, so much so that now he has started pushing you away from him to keep you protected from any harm. But will you two survive without each other? What if you can't? And what if you won't?

Oneshots

1. Attention 💋

Summary: A very jealous Hoseok fucks you into oblivion.

2. Fleeting [Birthday special] 💔💋

Summary: It's his birthday and you got a surprise for him but maybe not of the good kind.

3. Let's get engaged [Enlistment Special] 💖

Summary: Hoseok is enlisting but he has some pending works to complete beforehand.

4. Not Jealous 💋

Summary: You know Hoseok is sulking and you know how to cheer him up.

5. Cold war 💔💋

Summary: In which Hoseok fucks you for all the time he has lost due to his own mistakes.

6. Soju Bomb 💋

Summary: Hoseok doesn't like soju usually, but he discovers he likes the taste when the drink is spilled on your body.

7. Fool's Gold 💔

Summary: Falling for Jung Hoseok is... Fool's Gold.

8. Not a Dream 💔💖 (Please don't read it. It's my very first fic and it's very cringe! I, myself, don't like it.)

Summary: She thinks she is not good enough for him. She thinks she has nothing to offer. But she doesn't know she is all he wants. But why?

9. Your Lips, My Lips - Apocalypse 💔💋

Summary: You are lonelier than anyone he has ever witnessed. Your loneliness comes with an intensity that matches his, maybe that’s why he is so attracted to you? Maybe that’s why he wants to give you his final moments of existence?

Drabbles

Teardrops - (Angst with an open ending)

Afterglow - (Angst with happy ending) [A Girl Crush followup drabble]

PJM

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Lightning [Mini-Series] 💋💖

Summary: You don't understand why you find Park Jimin everywhere you go. Also, why his eyes stay only on you.

1.1 Like Crazy - A lightning sequel 💋💖

Summary: Jimin wants to make you his and he will get in done tonight.

2. Oh So Reluctant [Twoshot] 💔💋💖

Summary: For the past eleven months that you have been married to Park Jimin, he has not looked at you the way he has been doing today. And there is sinister in his eyes.

Part 1, Part 2

Oneshots

1. 25 and Virgin 💋

Summary: You are 25 and virgin but maybe your crush slash senior Park Jimin can change that tonight.

Drabbles

Wildest Dreams - (Angst)

Cruel Summer - (Fluff)

KTH

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

None Yet

Oneshots

Baggage 💔

Summary: After six months of parting your ways from each other, Taehyung receives your handwritten letter. An unexpected one.

2. Like a Brother 💋

Summary: Taehyung has always been someone out of your league. Honestly, he isn't even your type. But that doesn't mean you haven't felt weak at times.

Drabbles

Rainy Day [A Baggage Drabble] 💔

Snow on the Beach - (Fluff)

JJK

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Trouble [Twoshot] 💋

Summary: It's not that you don't like your hot rommmate, you just choose to stay away.

1.1. Trouble 2 💋

Summary: It's not that you don't like your hot rommmate, you just choose to stay away.

Oneshots

1. Desire 💋

Summary: Jungkook hates you, you hate Jungkook but sometimes desire is more important than hatred.

2. Monitoring Duty 💖

Summary: You are tasked with monitoring Jungkook's weverse live tonight, which starts with you trying to shove ramyeon down your throat and ends with Jungkook confessing that he likes you too.

3. Seven Days a Week 💋

Summary: Jungkook promised himself that he will be fucking you right seven days a week.

4. Bad Idea 💋

Summary: Accepting Jungkook's invitation to watch him train topless was such a bad idea.

5. In Motion 💋

Summary: You are finally letting Jungkook set everything in motion. And he is more than happy to show you what he has to offer.

6. Standing Next to You 💋💔💖

Summary: Your and Jungkook's relationship is all about dark rooms, shadows, rendezvous and secrecy. It pains you to even think that you can't claim him as yours in front of the world. But Jungkook is always there to set your fears free because he loves you even more than you love him.

7. Closer To You 💔💋

Summary: You know that you and Jeongguk are completely different individuals from every possible aspect, and there is no future of this relationship but you can’t push him away, not when he only wants to come closer to you.

8. Darling, can I be your favorite? 💋

Summary: Your close friend bagged a hot boyfriend. And that said boyfriend is more interested in you than her.

9. Novice 💋💖

Summary: The need of some extra money lands on you a weird job. But you are not complaining, not when you get to fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Drabbles

Idol!Jungkook X Reader (Establish relationship, fluff)

The Way I Loved You - (Angst with happy ending)

Gorgeous - (SMUT)

Tolerate it - (Angst)

Return the Favor - (SMUT)

OT7/Multiple Members

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Where Do Broken Hearts Go? - ft. JJK & JHS 💔💋💖 [Series] (Ongoing)

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Oneshots

1. Best Fucking Friends - JHS & PJM 💋

Summary: Guess, your dumbass ex-boyfriend did the right thing for once by dumping you. Your best friends are more than happy to fuck you into oblivion.

2. The More, The Merrier- KTH & JJK 💋

Summary: Taehyung should definitely feel angry or at least disappointed seeing you already trying to sleep with someone else, that too, his best friend. However, what he feels is insanely turned on.

Drabbles

Happily Ever After - KNJ & JHS (Angst)

*Disclaimer: All the pictures are taken from internet and pinterest (ktvjeon). I don't own the edits.

[grimreaperschild]

guitar practice 4

summary: sad excuse for a plot thickens and wednesday pays you an untimely visit

warnings: swearing, wednesday level affection

a/n: some flashbacks and we get to see rs abilities sorry i took a while to get this out lol been enjoying summer, gonna post some drabbles soon hopefully, any ideas or requests greatly appreciated also let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist it wouldn’t let me tag some people so if i didn’t tag you im sorry, happy reading!-🦷

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you wake with a start sitting up sweat sticking your (y/h/c) to your forehead, turning to your bedside table you pick up your phone and check the time 2:44am the clock reads, you groan. looking over at the other side of your dorm yoko is snoring softly, no practicing in here then.

letting out a content sigh you push open the door to your studio letting the familiar scenery put you at ease, the “studio” was actually just a room tucked into the far corner of nevermore academy’s many winding hallways, the walls covered in your spray paint cans covering the shelf’s a small sofa big enough to seat 3 sat dejectedly in the corner your amp next to it a line of mirrors on the left side that opened up to closet space that you still hadn’t found a use for.

you throw yourself onto the sofa pressing your palms to your eyes it’s starting again his voice rings clear in your mind, “yes, yes i can see that” you mutter pressing into your eyes more.

the nightmares always got worse near parents weekend, the buzz of all the students making your heart thrum in your chest, your palms sweat in class and he seems to follow you everywhere, hovering over your shoulder voice penetrating your mind, usually you could swipe him away his body dissipating into the air leaving you in peace y/n “callum, stop.” you all but whined but it was too late.

you know i don’t blame you

that’s all it took for the memories you had tried so desperately to push down to rush back leaving deep gashes as they claw steadily to the front of your mind.

“your a monster” your mother screamed chocking on her tears no. bright blue and red flashes danced off the walls as the body bag was thrown into the back of the ambulance stop no. you grab at your chest as your breathing comes out in ragged gasps fire spreading from your fingertips to your elbows you close your eyes focusing on your breathing like your therapist (dr kimbot) had taught you, eventually your breathing evened out and you cracked open your eyes looking at the charred remains of your sleep shirt, you frown that’s the 3rd time this week and it’s only wednesday, oh, wednesday.

you shake your head clearing the name from your mind, you pick up one of your many guitars this being one of your favourite acoustics, your dad had made it for you when you were 12 you rub your fingers over the engraving “to my daughter the love and light of my life don’t ever give up- pa” you smile sadly strumming to ensure it was still in tune you quickly lose yourself in the music.

a familiar chord progression slips from your fingers and you freeze realising what you’d played the memories flashing through your mind

“nes” you giggled at the girl’s unimpressed expression “baby it’s not that hard” she swats your hand away from hers that’s resting on the body of your guitar, she frowns nimble fingers struggling to stretch into the correct position for the chord you where currently trying to teach her, you lean back and observe the girl the light from the rising sun was casting her in a golden glow her brown eyes twinkling when she finally sounded out the chord “told you it wasn’t hard” she hummed eyes coming to meet yours “sometimes i dream about dissecting you, i imagine there’s fire flowing through your veins” the ghost of a smile on her lips at the thought, you snort “your morbid wednesday” “i want our remains to be burned together” she says completely ignoring your last statement “romantic” you quip back a smile on your lips, she stands “come cara mia i have a surprise for you” she doesn’t wait for you as she steps back through the window into her dorm

your crying?

the comment snaps you out of your mind you reach up and feel your cheeks are wet “i guess i am” go on tell your big brother you watch as his form jumps over the back of the sofa landing with a soft thud his toothy grin putting you at ease “im older than you now” i still age when im dead y/n, don’t take that from me.

you chuckle at how serious he’s being “yes sir” you mock salute him giggling as he pulls his lips into a thin line still waiting for an answer to his previous question, you wait for a second knowing your not going to be able to avoid this one you take a deep breath readying yourself “im scared to see mum again cal, and wednesday won’t stop starting at me and enid and i don’t even know what me and enid are and i miss you and i hate being an outcast” you rush out all in one breath then in a much smaller voice you add “and i hate that i see dead people, i hate that all i do is destroy things and the more i feel the more i lose control, god i’ve set so much on fire recently” you sink back into the chair feeling deflated.

he leans forward your not cruel y/n, your damaged, damaged goods are still good.

you say nothing letting his words wash over you, you push yourself up off the sofa checking your phone 5am blinks back at you and you take your dnd off watching the plethora of messages, mainly from enid pour through

3:24am

(enid❤️): y/n you ok? yoko said your not in your bed?

(enid❤️): your worrying me bby

4:50am

(enid❤️): y/n i’ve given you as much space as i can, please answer your phone.

4:55am

(yoko🧛‍♀️): told enid your probs in your studio good luck and god speed my friend

you giggle at that last message shooting a quick one back before focusing back on enid’s chat

(y/n): don’t wait up for me

you smile as yet another message comes through from enid

(enid❤️): ur lights on can i come in? x

(y/n): come in enid, the doors always unlocked for you x

you slip your phone into your back pocket as the door opens and closes you turn back to the sofa a hollow feeling in your chest as you realise callum’s given you and enid space, she gasps when she sees you “you’ve been crying” you hum too tired to reply and she puts her hands on your forearms taking in your burned t “the nightmares have started haven’t they?” you nod pulling her with you to the sofa and pulling her into your lap arms tight around her waist her hands come up to massage your scalp kissing your head.

your not sure when you fell asleep but you wake up sprawled out over enid her arms around you in a protective manner, you yawn and suddenly an icy feeling makes it’s way down your spine as you look up and make eye contact with wednesday, she’s stood at the door impassive expression on her face you untangle yourself from enid without waking her standing and padding over to her “your not welcome here anymore wednesday” you whisper yell at her, she opens her mouth to speak closes it again thinks finds the right words and takes a step forward towards you “i have accepted tyler’s invite to the raven, i understand you and enid will be there together, you must know i will have you back”

you stand in stunned silence as she continues taking another step towards you “i know you, i know you still think of me, im utterly devoted to you but you must let my investigation run its course” you take a step back towards the sleeping blond suddenly not liking how far away you are “that’s sweet, didn’t know you had it in you, good for you wednesday but your actions make your words meaningless, now if you’ll excuse me im sure im late enough for parents day as it is” you take another step back checking the time.

1:23pm

your eyes near jump out of your head

shit.

“enid” you yelp and she jumps and slinks out of the room like a kicked dog before enid can spot her “enid” you shout this time and it finally stirs her out of her slumber groaning at the bright light of your studio room “what” she grumbles not being a morning person “it’s half 1” she jumps up at the realisation “fuck” “yeah. fuck.” she scrambles to the door grabbing your hand and pulling you with her as she runs for your dorm as it’s closest throwing the door open and going straight to your closet “yeah help yourself” you call out chuckling at the girls antics, a shirt hits you square in the face as she tumbles out half dressed in your joggers and a hoodie.

“put that on keep the joggers you have on now we don’t have time, shit they’ve been here for 2 hours” you hum anxiety spiking as you picture your mums face, you grab enid’s arm as she attempts to rush past you while pulling her shoes back on, you pull her flush against you “good luck with your family today text me im gonna miss you” she smiles reaching up to peck you on the lips “remember to call me if it gets too much n/n, good luck too” she kisses you again sweetly and then she’s gone out the door and down the hall before you even blink.

your left alone in your room tear tracks on your cheeks the tattered remains of a t-shirt clinging to your body the fresh one enid threw at you in your hands, you sigh, again.

come on trooper, let’s do this together

you smile as cal forms in-front of you, at least being able to talk to the dead meant you could be haunted by your favourite sibling.

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tag list: @allison-iloveyou @thedemoninme141 @alphaniner1415 @ctrlamira

[loviwonnie]

—COOL WITH YOU profile 2 – goofy goobers

kim yn, the charismatic leader of the decelis academy dance team, returns after a year-long absence in the states and finds that a new basketball star, yang jungwon, hates her for no apparent reason. she decides to play along with his hostility but as the days go by, she starts to get curious about him. they both start getting to know each other better, without yn knowing the event that happened a year ago in her absence

jungwon - the eldest in his friend group, in basketball team with niki and ricky, very smart, loves his dog maeumi, priv account: @/allergictomyself

hanni - jungwon's close friend, in drama club but hangs out with sport lovers, had crush on gyuvin, victim of jokes about her height

ricky - looks like he is the most normal but in fact is not, has crazy obsession with strawberries, very good at basketball

niki - the closest with jungwon, knows everything about him, the best basketball player in the team, besties with taki

eunchae - youngest in the friend group but the craziest and scariest, archery clubs best member, wants to befriend with yn and her friends

୨୧ profile 2 – goofy goobers

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iris notes :: i keep getting notifications from people that likes and reblogs my drabbles THANK YOU SO MUCH REALLY but can you also do the same with my smau 😊😘😻 cuz i am scared that it won't be as successful as i imagine every night before bed lol 😭😭 anyways i am still very grateful to everyone 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[softie-rain]

My Masterlist

[♡ = nsfw content]

CORIOLANUS SNOW

🍎 HCs of Coryo in bed ♡

🍎 Virgin!Coryo x Virgin!Reader HCs ♡

🍎 Academy!Coryo subtly stealing Sejanus' gf (kind of HCs)

SEJANUS PLINTH

🐋 Sej being a leg bouncer [short drabble]

🐋 Beach day with Sej [drabble]

🐋 Wrestling with Sejanus [drabble]

🐋 Dancing with Sej <3 [short drabble]

🐋 Random hcs about dating Sejanus [headcanons]

🐋 Sejanus headcanons non x reader [headcanons]

MIZZEN

🐚 Mizzen x tribute!Reader HCs

CORAL

🪸 Coral x fem!reader (pre-Hunger Games) HCs

BILLY THE KID (2022)

🐎 Hurt Billy comes to you to be patched up [small drabble]

🐎 Tied up [small drabble] (he's into kinky shit apparently)♡

🐎 Giving Billy a flower crown [small drabble]

🐎 Billy x reader who owns a golden retriever [drabble]

SNOWJANUS

🐍 Like or Like Like [lovesick Sejanus gets caught staring at Coriolanus in class]

🐍 Pretty Boy [modern au! with Sej and Coryo spending the evening together smoking in an abandoned railroad] ♡

🐍 Dress [smug Sejanus takes Coryo virginity] ♡

🐍 Odd one out [snowjanus x male!reader - reader and Sej top jealous Coryo] ♡

🐍 Step On Me [six times Coriolanus sees Sejanus' ghost]: The Boy

SNOWJANUS WEEK

🤍 Day 1: literature [The Sleeper In The Valley]

🤍 Day 2: music [Illicit Affairs]

🤍 Day 3: mythology [Echo and Narcissus] moodboard

🤍 Day 4: trope [Sharing one bed]

🤍 Day 5: modern au [Harness Your Hopes] moodboard

[alrightbuckaroo]

38 or 63 (your choice) for the Spotify drabble

Hello, K! I'm going to go with 63 because it's Love at First Sight by Kylie Minogue and that title is just so fitting for Tarlos! This turned out so much longer than I planned but I hope you enjoy &lt;;3

"It was love at first sight."

That's how Gabriel describes meeting Andrea for the first time. He's recounting the story about how he found forever during a quiet dinner that's just him, Andrea and Carlos.

Luisa and Ana have already moved out and Carlos has begun to burrow himself in his room. Gabriel blames it on teenage angst and Andrea doesn't disagree because maybe that's the reasoning that's easiest to swallow.

"I was stuck in the corner of some shitty bar," Gabriel continues, grimacing when he thinks about the stench of stale smoke and warm beer that the bar always seemed to permeate.

"Language, we're at the dinner table," Andrea interjects, her knife cutting into her chicken.

"I was stuck in the corner of some bar that's now closed down," Gabriel amends, before whispering, "Because it was shitty."

Andrea rolls her eyes, but at the sound of Carlos' giggle, a sound that seems almost foreign as of late, she decides to let Gabriel get away with it.

"Anyways, I had just graduated the academy, top of my class, I'll have you know,"

"You let me know every time you bring it up, Dad," Carlos adds in and Andrea sneaks a smile his way.

Gabriel doesn't let it deter him. "Just as I'm about to leave, call it a night and leave my classmates to their own devices, I saw her," Gabriel looks over at Andrea like he's falling in love all over again. "Across a sea of people, I saw her and she looked like the only person I'd ever want to see again."

"I looked at her and knew it was love," Gabriel continues.

"How could you be so sure?" Carlos asks, twirling his fork into his spaghetti. He pushes around a meatball, his appetite robbed by the anxiety he's been fighting down since seventh period.

He thinks he's in love with his classmate Jacob and he doesn't know how to explain it to himself. He thinks, maybe, hearing about love from someone undeniably in it, will help things make more sense.

"Did it 'feel right'?" Carlos makes air quotes with his hands as he regurgitates what the romance movies always say.

"It felt like everything other time I had fallen in love felt wrong," Gabriel answers. "It felt like any other time I'd felt love for someone paled in comparison to what I felt then. I knew I had to make my move or I'd be regretting it every day since."

"What did you do?" Carlos asks, wondering how something as quick as a glance has lead to so many loving years of marriage.

"What every Reyes man does," Gabriel begins to reply, but Andrea cuts in to finish off his sentence, just like all the romance movies say that you'll do.

"He asked me to dance."

--

10 Years Later

Carlos is responding to call about a single vehicle accident when he meets Owen Strand, a man who's personality is only just slightly bigger than his list of hair care products.

Cast aside, watching the action unfold, Carlos feels a presence next to him that almost feels akin to a gravitation pull. Owen nods to the person standing next to him and Carlos uses that as a way to make conversation. "He's an impressive guy," Carlos says.

He looks over and he finds himself standing next to TK Strand. He finds himself standing next to TK Strand and gazing into emerald green eyes that look like home.

He's standing next to TK Strand and suddenly, everything his dad once said, makes sense.

--

Carlos is standing in the corner a barely lit bar and crowded by a group of people that he's barely brushed shoulders with. He's about to call it a night when he sees TK.

TK who's doing nothing more than standing against a beam, and causing Carlos' tightly knit string to unravel. He knows that if he doesn't say anything, he'll regret it for the rest of his life.

He wades through the sea of people and cozies up next to TK with a casual air that's both forced and the tiniest bit counterfeit. He throws out a "hey," and hopes that it's enough to cast a line.

TK casually looks over and Carlos thinks he might be falling in love again. "Hey," TK casually tosses back but then looks away almost instantly, like he's scared to look too long.

Courage courses through him as he asks, "Wanna dance?"

TK looks back at him, and this time, it feels a second longer. He smiles before answering with, "Yeah."

send me a number 1-100 and i will try to write a short drabble based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped

[fbfh]

oh my gosh- i also love dance academy! i was wondering your thoughts on ethan karamakov as a bf? thank you!

OH FUCKING BOY. First of all, yes. Season 1 Ethan is very different from seasons 2 and 3 Ethan bc he actually had a shit load of character development. In general though, Ethan has had a lot of practice at getting girls to fall for him. like a lot. like a nauseating amount /j but there are two things that really set you apart from his past flings. first of all, you didn't start out as friends with Kat, Ethan met you on his own terms. second, you really didn't fall for a lot of his games like other girls have. similarly to Logan Huntzberger, he's surprised when you treat your relationship as casually as he does. he's intrigued even. but what really gets Ethan to wake the fuck up and realize what a catch you are, how much he likes you and wants to hold onto you, is when he realizes that you're seeing other people too. he sees some guy from third year that he doesn't really know that well chatting you up, touching your arm and making you laugh. and he does not like it. not one bit. so when you show up to workshop the dance he's been choreographing as promised Ethan simply cannot focus on the steps or what a perfect choice you are. he thinks he can keep it together, but he's already letting his feelings slip out when you're warming up.

"So, you and Darren, huh?"

he thinks it sounds casual enough, but you see right through him (which is one of the reasons you're so perfect for him) so of course you just laugh.

"Ethan Karamakov," you chuckle, looking up at him, "are you jealous?"

he gets all blustery and denies it, but by the time you're done going over the choreo he's insisting you both stop seeing other people, and planning a proper date to take you out on this weekend, and the rest is history. and let me tell you, even though this is his first proper relationship, Ethan falls hard and fast for you. he gets so invested in you, in being the best boyfriend he possibly can. He really, really wants to do a good job, and it shows. what Ethan starts to realize what he loves so much about you is that you really don't scare easy. you're such a stable, consistent presence in his life, and it's something that means more to him than he can even describe. he gets so scared that Natasha or his dad will scare you off, but not even his... interesting family can do that. and full disclosure, Kat will probably not like you much at first, only because she doesn't want to fall into the pattern of getting attached to one of Ethan's girlfriends then having them leave when he acts like an asshole. but once she sees that Ethan is actually trying, that he's trying to be a better boyfriend, better brother, better person, when Kat sees that it looks like you're actually around to stay and not going flake at the first sign of trouble???? Congradulations, you now have both of the Karamakov siblings attached to you at the hip. Kat will periodically requisition you for much needed spur of the moment girl's days/shopping sprees (usually when her mom flakes), so now it's Ethan's turn to find out what it feels like to be stood up for a date. you barely have time to explain when Kat takes your phone out of your hand.

"uh yeah, Ethan? there's a sale so I'm stealing your girlfriend - who is waaaay out of your league, by the way-"

"Okay, thanks for that, Kat."

"anyway, you'll get her back later! bye-"

And under other circumstances sure, it would suck to be canceled on last minute, but it actually makes Ethan really happy when those days do happen. knowing that Kat is getting to spend time with someone who's both a positive influence AND is somewhat stable gives him a lot of peace of mind. besides, if Kat approves of you, he knows there must be something... real between you. and something real like that doesn't come around too often. he knows from experience.

[yanderetheumbrellaacademy]

MASTERLIST

UPDATED: Feb 19, 2024 * = NSFW

Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves | Number 1

When They Get Jealous

Diego Hargreeves | Number 2

When They Get Jealous Can't Help My Jealousy

Lila Pitts

When They Get Jealous Lila Pitts Headcanons

Allison Hargreeves | Number 3

Yandere! Headcanons When They Get Jealous

Klaus Hargreeves | Number 4

I Can't Do This Tattoos Klaus Getting Tattoos for his Beloved When They Get Jealous Klaus Hargreeves Headcanons

Five Hargreeves | Number 5

Yandere! Five Headcanons I'll Gouge their Eyes Break Your Legs Overprotective Five You're a Killer More! Yandere Five Headcanons Different Timeline Jealous Headcanons Dance w/ Me Stoner Drabble Reader killed a girl [Drabble] Sweet Dreams Are Made of These Serial Killer Reader When They Get Jealous Drunk Five [Headcanons & Oneshot]

Ben Hargreeves | Number 6

Jealous Ben When They Get Jealous

Viktor Hargreeves | Number 7

When They Get Jealous

Sparrow Academy

Marcus Hargreeves | Number 1

When They Get Jealous

Ben Hargreeves | Number 2

I Hate You Jealous Ben * Feel Your Insides * When They Get Jealous

Fei Hargreeves | Number 3

When They Get Jealous

Alphonso Hargreeves | Number 4

N/a

Sloane Hargreeves | Number 5

When They Get Jealous

Jayme Hargreeves | Number 6

When They Get Jealous

Christopher Hargreeves | Number 7

N/a

[thehistoriangirl]

All the Names of You

Hi! Sorry for not finish the Valentine’s Special quite yet. I wanted to take a break from writing too much (bc writing block) so I was reading... gothic stuff. So expect some updates from my Halloween/gothic fic soon. Hopefully this week will allow me to finish Mel’s, and maybe Viktor’s too, if I’m lucky enough. For now, I hope you enjoy this drabble I made for a friend :3

Viktor x gn!Reader**--------654-------SFW

Summary: All the pet names Viktor has for you, and how he comes up with them.

Tags: Established relationship| Very fluffly| **I put gn bc Reader has no pronouns but Viktor imagines having a family with them so idk (no mention of pregnancy tho)

Taglist: @local-mr-frog

Viktor is very creative—in many ways.

If being an inventor isn’t clue enough about his ingenuity, the endearment terms he thinks of calling you are solid proof of it.

You had to admit it was hard for him, in the beginning, to stop calling you by your first name—the first time Viktor called you "my love" got him blushing so hard you thought he'd had a fever.

But as always, the first time was the harder, and soon enough he’ll just appear at your shared apartment, with the clatter of the keys tossed over the little coffee table in the middle of the living room, his cane thumping steadily with each step he took toward the studio where Viktor knew he’d find you.

While you were scribbling down notes for your work, suddenly, a pair of familiar arms would be tangled around your torso, pulling you against a soft vest that smelled like burned oil and coffee.

Your little gasp always makes him chuckle, moving the hairs around your ears as he tells you the new name he thought on his way home.

One day it would be "my angel", because when he entered, Viktor saw you napping on the couch by the window, the golden sunlight of the afternoon bathing your figure and clothes in a splendorous halo.

Then, days after, he would pass next to the little lake behind the Academy grounds and would see a dove family, with the mother being followed by its babies, the image following him home, perfectly synchronized with the foreseeable future of his own family, with you.

You were back from a traveling business, and Viktor was there at the port, looking all handsome with his black coat enveloping his lithe frame, a childish smile appearing on his pensive face when he caught a glimpse of you descending from the airship.

“My darling,” he said in a gasp, embracing you so tightly you were sure he’d make you a part of him, keeping you safe in his heart. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Your favorite is "my sunflower", not for a logical reason—if there even could be one at all—but because the day he said that to you Viktor appeared with a little bouquet of such flowers he saw from a street vendor as he was walking back to the apartment.

“They reminded me of you, my sunflower,” he muttered, showering your face in light kisses as your hands got entangled in grasping the bouquet.

There are names created specifically for public situations when Viktor doesn’t want to embarrass you in front of your colleagues—like “my darling” or “my dear”.

For those galas when he looked at the other people watching you with a cold gaze, his hand keeping a light touch in your waist, or your hip, or the crook of your elbow.

"My dearest, would you like to dance?" he said in a voice loud enough for the unwanted company to hear, for your cheeks to grow red with a flush while you nodded, hands quickly taking his.

He loves you so much, one name couldn't express it enough. Perhaps a hundred—or a thousand would be more fitting if it is even possible to put into words the vivid, joyful kind of feeling it would bloom within his chest every time he sees you, every time he hears your voice, every time you touch him.

Viktor wanted to remind you every day of how special you make him feel.

Always changing, but all of them keeping the same essence of love, the one he's convinced, it's eternal.

But his favorite has to be "my love" because you are that for him. And your face, turning back from whatever you were doing just to greet him and beam at his loving call would always melt his heart.

And speaking of which; perhaps he should call you “my heart” today.

[murtagh-thorn]

Masterlist

My AO3

MURTAGH X READER

First Meetings --> Imagine meeting Murtagh and Thorn for the first time when you come to Eragon's Rider Academy.  

Safe & Warm --> Murtagh keeps the reader safe and warm on a stormy day.

Badass & Beautiful (request) --> “I would like one where the reader has a more masculine build and thinks  that she can't be thought of as small or feminine and murtagh proves her  wrong”

Dance With Me --> At a ball celebrating the fourth anniversary of Galbatorix's death and  Nasuada's coronation, you and Murtagh have a little trouble function  seeing each other all dolled up while also dealing with those who still  haven't forgiven Murtagh for his past deeds.  

Sick Day --> Imagine Murtagh taking care of you when you’re sick

Beach Day --> Imagine taking Murtagh and Thorn to the beach for the first time.

Imagine Murtagh offering to heal any and all minor injuries because he likes and is protective over you 

Let Me Take Care of You (AO3 link since tumblr is being stupid and I can’t find this one anywhere on my blog even though I know I posted it) --> Murtagh takes care of you as you recover from being attacked with a poisoned blade during battle.

Traveling with Murtagh Headcanons

More Traveling with Murtagh Headcanons (staying at an inn together edition)

OTHER

Random Murtagh Headcanons

Echoes of Shadow (request/AO3 link) --> A short drabble taking place after the fourth book (so beware of spoilers), elaborating on Murtagh and Thorn's lives exploring the wilderness and the bond between them now that the king is dead.

[pangtasias-atelier]

A Portly Knight Lord

Warning: This is a fetish story!

I am so incredibly upset over the lack of any news about new game that I needed to write something quick. And like, god I love Deirdre and Sigurd so much abshsbhdsb. Also, realized how much I need to do more quick drabbles even though them being short kind of means you can't put much in the story like I love to do.

"Did you enjoy the meal, lord Sigurd?" Now standing when she was seated only moments ago, Deirdre picks up the table. She reaches for the porcelain dishes, stacking her and Sigurd's salad plates on top of her own dinner plate. Her own portion had been small yet sufficiently filling for her usual appetite. A rich, spicy pork and rice paired with a creamy salad.

Sigurd still eating, the portion Deirdre served him had been twice the amount of his wife's. The surplus of food is clearly a usual occurrence for him with the state of his body. No longer able to blame his figure on a lapse of discipline, Sigurd's plump figure is past being just pudgy; the small ounce of flab that presses against his outfit is no more, his stomach replaced by a noticeable stomach that is always outlined by the fabric of whatever outfit he wears—even after visiting Chalphy's seamstress to obtain larger clothes that can properly cover up his bulk. His pristine white clothes show off the soft curved flab that makes up Sigurd's belly. His stomach goes slightly past his waistband, the squishy, hefty underside roll of flab pressing against his pants that ever so slightly dig into him. His stomach now has motion to it, the small mound for a gut jiggling with each step he takes. Sigurd rather top heavy, his chest has also received an ample amount of adipose. Now, the once defined pecs are a pair of breasts that are just large enough to be cupped by a hand. The bottom most curve of his breasts currently graze against his stomach with him still seated. 

Sgurd still has his refined etiquette despite his increased size and hunger, yet he eats his food with an increased sense of urgency, the still juicy pork from Verdane seasoned perfectly to Sigurd’s preferences. His fork is close to being overfilled with food as he not quite crams the meat and rice into his mouth. “Of course Deirdre,” He responds after wiping the nonexistent errant drips of sauce on his face. “Anything made by you is something I will always cherish, dearest. And your culinary prowess is already outstanding. I am lucky to have you by my side,” 

“Then I am blessed to hear your praise,” The table is now organized, the used dishes stacked to the side. “I am glad that Ethlyn’s advice worked out well,” Deirdre smiles to herself, the fresh memories of Ethlyn’s tips and advice on her brother’s preferences all merrily dancing around in her mind like all the Spirit Forest festivals she was unable to partake in.

Sigurd’s brows raise at the mention of Ethlyn. He can’t help but allow the small burst of subdued laughter to escape him as he understands and recognises the familiarity of all the cooking. He keeps the note of oversized portions and abundant use of oil and butter to himself. Well aware of his sister’s preferences, Sigurd had congratulated his best friend and wished the initially confused Quan the best for the two along with his waistline. And it didn’t take long for him to blimp out, the shorter man clearly taking well to Ethlyn’s cooking and preference in men to eventually become a rather obese man weighing more than twice his original weight. And that had been when he had last seen Quan; so much of Quan’s weight went to his rear, his enormous thighs and ass requiring another chair simply to hold his bulk without destroying the seat. And yet, neither of the loving couple clearly seemed to take any issue with his size, the two even seeming to relish Quan’s immense size that dwarfs his slimmer self back when he and Sigurd were nothing more than fresh teens back when they were in Belhalla’s royal academy. 

And as Sigurd thinks about Quan’s hefty size—his friend apparently close to pushing the quarter ton boundary last he saw of him—he takes no umbrage regarding his size; he also doesn’t dismiss the idea of perhaps gaining some more weight himself, the small pebble of an idea starting off with ambivalent reluctance regarding his current weight before growing into a boulder of a thought about being as fat as Quan. Especially with how well his friend holds the weight with such large thighs that are wider than Ethlyn’s waistline along with an ass that smothers chairs, the lower half of Quan’s obese figure paired with a smaller upper half that still has a rather sizable gut that sags past the stretchy waistband of his pants to reach his groin along with a pair of breasts that surpass Ethlyn’s own modest set. Sigurd’s thoughts shift over to his own ample figure, the fascination of the idea taking hold as he imagines himself—a massive gut that juts in front of him, the enormous stomach a result of his gorging combined with Deirdre’s expertise, a shelf of a chest with breasts that always splay down the side of his dome of a gut, each swollen tit larger than his wife’s impressive chest,  and a hefty set of arms ready to hug and caress his wonderful wife. Lost in the temptations of his own thoughts, it takes several moments for Sigurd to break out of his wondrous daze, the ideas dissipating from feeling a hand on his stomach. 

“Deirdre,” Sigurd’s voice comes out in a near whisper. His own face red, he holds back the bubbling wince as he moves around and disturbs his stuffed stomach.

Broken out of her own trance, Deirdre’s lilac eyes stare wide eyed at Sigurd before narrowing them; a blush tints her face along with the onset of a gentle smile. “Forgive me, Lord Sigurd. You seemed full after such a meal-”

“You never need to apologize to me, dearest,” Sigurd pushes himself off his seat and embraces her. His churning stomach presses up against her flat stomach as he holds her tightly, as though Naga were to take such a wondrous human away from him. He lowers his head, burying his face into the crook of her neck. "You are enjoying yourself. That is all I ask of you," He pulls back and, caressing Deirdre's hand, he places the palm of her right hand on his grumbling belly. "And I must admit, I find this rather enjoyable myself,"

Deirdre smiles. She relaxes into the embrace even further and rubs Sigurd's belly. "I am so very happy," Her slim figure rests against her husband's soft, doughy body, her back slightly arched from his gut. Her cheek rests on his pillowy breasts. 

The two's moment ends up interrupted by Sigurd's grumbling stomach, the pile of flab suddenly hungry and demanding for food. 

"Perhaps we should go to the kitchen and see what else you might eat," Deirdre whisks her husband away, to feed him some more, the merry couple hand in hand as always.

[washingmachinegirly]

Iona Featherbrook Drabble (Gale x OC)

Posting my drabbles and DND characters I create here now. (They are all to made secretly to date someone from BG3)

TW: None

Gale Dekarios x OC (Iona Featherbrook)

Prompt: A wizard appears at your front door and tells you that you must go on an adventure. What is the adventure and why?

Prologue (aka everything I've written so far)

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Sunlight glints against the swords hanging on the wall, some reflecting rainbow lights upon the ground—specks of dust dance in the light through the shop's restless air. Stray bouts of static energy scatter the dust like miniature missiles ready to attack visitors’ allergies. The Enchanted Anvil is a small shop set up in Waterdeep a few years back. It provides its patrons with anything they may need enchanted—swords, rings, cloaks, battleaxes, and more. While the store is known by both locals and travelers for seemingly always having what they need, it is most well-known for who owns the shop. Like the store, the shop owner is known for her explosive personality and lightning-fast wits and reflexes. Her traits and the adventures she has partaken in have gifted her many names, but no name is more popular than her latest—the Hero of Baldur’s Gate. 

Iona can be found in the back, polishing the last of her freshly enchanted rings. Today has been like any other day in her newly found adult life. She wakes up, feeling a soft dip in her bed before the mattress adjusts to accompany only her weight. After drinking in the morning sun from the window with her eyes shut, she sits up and stretches her aching limbs. A snap here and a crack there. Before she can gather enough of her bearings to stand up, her husband returns with a hot cup of coffee and kisses her on her forehead, cradling her cheek.

The rest of her morning is just as gentle as the beginning. She rises to do her business in the washroom before ushering herself towards the entrance of their abode to wish her husband farewell before he leaves for his job at the academy. 

“Goodbye, love. I hope your day is fruitful with discoveries and well-behaved pupils.”

“It seems my honied words have passed onto you.” he jests.

“Oh, just get out of here before you are late.” she retorts, smiling and rolling her eyes. 

“Goodbye, dear. I hope the day brings you courteous patrons and you back into my arms in due time.” he says, pulling Iona in his arms to kiss her before walking out the door.

After closing the door behind her lover, she continues her routine to prepare for work. As Iona pads from bedroom to kitchen to bathroom to bedroom, the couple’s tressym, Tara, weaves between her feet, rubbing affectionately against the woman’s legs. Readily dressed to run her shop, Iona quickly reaches into the cupboard to feed Tara before heading out. The tressym purrs in appreciation, pattering over to her bowl, filled with only the best delights. 

“Stay out of trouble, Mrs. Dekarios.” The tressym instructs as the sorceress rushes out the door.

Iona looks back at Tara, smiling earnestly.

“No promises, Tara!”