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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 1

Yeah...I know I said I would be taking a step back but then my muse went “Brrrrr!” and wouldn’t let me up until I had over 6k words and several more scenes I wanted to do, including the end.

Art student!Steve and Live Model! Eddie AU. Enemies to lovers. Eddie is a straight up ass in the first few chapters of this.

Steve was in the library looking at his schedule with Robin.

“It’s my last semester, Robs,” he said squinting at the computer screen. “And then I can graduate.”

Robin sighed. “I still have a year to go, you are so lucky.”

Steve was looking at the remaining credits he needed to graduate with art teaching degree and was shocked to find that he only needed one class.

“Shit.”

She leaned over his shoulder to look at the computer, too.

“Shit,” she echoed.

“Live figure drawing,” Steve muttered with an air finality. “The class I failed three times.”

“Mhmm,” Robin agreed. “Once a year.”

He banged his head on the desk. “I hate that class. And it’s always awful. There was the creepy old man that kept hitting on me the whole time.” He had been forced to drop the class. He had been reimbursed for it, but because it happened just after the midterm, insta-fail. “Then there was poor heavy-set girl. The constant sniggering and jeering made me ill and when the professor refused to anything about it...” he shook his head.

“Yeah, that was the worst,” Robin whispered. “But at least that incident got that professor fired.”

Steve nodded. That had been the only good thing that had come out of that class. But getting him fired made for another insta-fail. He tried to protest that one, but the Dean refused to budge.

“The last time was all you, though,” she said, pushing at his shoulder.

Steve cleared his throat and hung his head. Because, yeah that one was on him.

The new professor brought in an extremely fit basketball player. Steve had spent very little time drawing and a lot of time trying not to stare. So when he turned in his final with a blurry face and nothing drawn in the middle, he had failed the class again.

Robin pointed at the screen. “It’s a different teacher again this year.”

Steve lifted his head to look at what she was pointing at. J. Byers.

“Shit,” he murmured. “You don’t think that’s like Joyce Byers, do you?”

Steve had done a lot of babysitting and holding down two jobs to pay for school out his own pocket because his dad wasn’t willing to pay for what amounted to an art degree. He would work at Family Video while the kids were in school and then work at the plant at nights on weekends.

Will Byers was one of those he babysat. The kid had an older brother. But he had been working full time to keep the lights on while their mom got a master’s degree.

Robin’s mouth worked but no sound came out.

“I think this got even more awkward,” Steve murmured.

Robin just patted his shoulder in sympathy.

Steve was in hell. That was the only explanation for all of this. It had been Joyce Byers and he had to get the Dean to sign off him being in her class because she might be accused of favoritism. In fact if it hadn’t been the only class Steve needed to graduate he was pretty sure the Dean wouldn’t have allowed it.

Which was fine. Awkward, but fine. Nope. The part that made it hell was who was currently sitting on a stool in the middle of the classroom, (completely dressed, thank god!) was Eddie Munson.

The so-called Freak of Hawkins High. Or as Steve called him in his head “Steve Harrington’s biggest gay crush.” So yeah. All that work to get special permission to take the class and he was going to fail anyway.

Joyce stepped up to stand next to Eddie. “Hello, I’m Mrs Byers. Or Joyce, whichever make you more comfortable. Because that’s the point of this class. You being comfortable. I know this not ideal for a lot people. Especially young people like yourselves. So we’re going to start off slow. Working on different parts of the body and then for your final it will the complete nude form.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. He wasn’t the only one, thank god, but if Eddie had stripped then and there, Steve would have fainted.

“This will be your live model this semester,” she continued, indicating to Eddie on the stool. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

Eddie grinned, his dimples making themselves known. “Hi! I’m Eddie. I was looking for a way to make easy money between gigs with my band. I have tattoos, but Joyce here has assured me that that won’t be problem for you sweethearts as this is an advanced art class.”

Steve gulped. It wasn’t going to be a problem art-wise. But libido-wise? He was in so much trouble.

After class he stopped to talk to Joyce.

“Hey, Mrs Byers,” he greeted with barely the hint of a stammer. “How’s Will?”

Joyce hugged him. “It’s so good to see you, honey. Will is doing great. He’s navigating school better now that we’re back in Illinois.”

Steve nodded. They had briefly gone out to California so that she could get some special accreditation or something like that.

“Tell him I miss him,” he said.

Joyce smiled. “Of course, sweetie.” She gave his hand a squeeze and said she had to get back to work.

Steve nodded again and walked out the door.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie said. “If it isn’t the former king of Hawkins High. I thought I saw you lurking in the back.”

Steve closed his eyes and turned slowly. There he was, leaning against the wall, one leg propped against, while the other stretched out in front of him. His arms were crossed, and his hair dangled in front of his bowed head. Steve itched to draw him oh so badly.

“Munson,” he said trying to keep the tremor from his voice.

Eddie lifted his head. “So you do remember me, should I feel honored?”

Steve let out a heavy sigh. “You do what you want, you always have.”

“I heard you got special permission for this class,” Eddie sneered. “You convince the Dean to take the class for a lookie-Lou? Sorry to disappoint, Harrington. Not some hot chick you can leer at for fifteen weeks.”

Steve’s head rocked back in shock. “Fuck you, man. For starters I got special permission because being the former babysitter for teacher is a bad look for both of us. For another, this is my last class I need for my art degree.”

Eddie raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Daddy let you take art? Must really not need the dough.”

Steve balled his hands to prevent the rage from tumbling out. “No. I worked hard to get where I am. And for the record...they never have hot women. Not if they don’t want to get sued for harassment. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to work because not all of us can take our clothes off and be paid.”

He stormed off, tears streaming down his face.

Eddie watched him go with a slow lick of his lips. That went differently then he expected. He didn’t think Harrington would cop to admitting that he was there to leer, but his lie about art school? That was a new low.

And babysitting? No parent in their right mind would leave Steve “the Hair” Harrington in charge of their kids. Lie number two.

And then trying to get out of talking to him by saying he had work? Harrington lived in Loch Nora. The richest part of town. He didn’t have to work a day in his life. Lie number three.

And what was that about not being able to take off his clothes and get paid? It didn’t sound right to his ears. It was like he wasn’t dogging the modeling gig but that he couldn’t.

Which anyone who had eyes knew that was bullshit.

Joyce came out and saw him still standing there. “Thank you again for doing this, Eddie.”

“You’re welcome, Joyce,” he said with a charming smile. “I don’t mind. I’m sorry your other model bailed on you last minute though.”

Joyce sighed. “She got a bar tending job that starts on tonight and I’d really prefer not to have my models fall asleep in the middle of posing.”

“Chrissy’s good girl,” Eddie said. “I’m actually glad she got the job at the bar. Some of the guys in the class looked pretty slimy.”

Joyce sighed. “It happens every time. They take just enough art classes in order to get in and then are disappointed when it’s not some pretty girl.”

Eddie nodded, thinking of Steve Harrington.

“And this school has had a problem with a couple of the last models they had,” Joyce murmured. “If another incident occurs, the class will be dropped all together and I’ll be out of job.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for you,” he said, with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder.

Joyce looked up at him with a smile. “You’re so sweet, Eddie. I’m glad Will found someone like you to look up to.”

Eddie blushed, shoving his hair in his mouth. “I like the kid. He’ll do just fine.”

Joyce nodded. “See you tomorrow.” She waved goodbye and walked away.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue

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#My writing #stranger things #steddie #art school au #gay steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #ladykailtiha writes

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kasiawo · 2 years

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I did in fact draw the Sinclair Bros from House of Wax in an art school au, please enjoy

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Illustration: Vincent Sinclair painting a sculpture, Bo Sinclair developing film, Lester Sinclair cutting wire from his mixed media sculpture of a dog.

Illustration: Same as the other, only Bo is not longer in a red lit room.

#art #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #art school au #clipstudio paint #fanart #digital art #timelapse #art timelapse #kisses them all on their dumb heads #this took so long to do #slasher fandom

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thirdtidemouse · 5 months

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ughhhh sketchbook art school au... charcoal-smudged illustrator johanna who wears hiking trousers to school nervously starting a conversation with anemic photographer kaisa who smells like chemicals..... they sit opposite during life drawing workshops and have to draw each other. they run smack into each other in the darkroom. they are very clever apart and very stupid as a pair

#analogue photography is literally like magic to me of course thats what kaisa does.#what do you mean those pictures just appeared? when it was a blank piece of paper before? and you didn't even touch it?#oh you dipped it in a dangerous potion? riiight right ok #johanna #kaisa #hilda the series #hilda netflix #sketchbook #sketchbook ship #art school au

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jun-hug · 1 year

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dream team art school! au

Doodles that inspired me to write a little drabble fic :)

ꕤ • ꕤ • ꕤ

This was Georges biggest project,

okay maybe biggest project this semester... or last 2 months, either way the assignment occupied boys attention for couple last weeks, especially this week. That's why his two best friends were so eager to meet up, it felt like they haven't seen him in so long yet they go to same university. When brunette texted on their group chat asking for a hand with a photoshoot he haven't even blinked an eye before they eagerly agreed.

What's even more exciting, boys haven't seen George's project yet! The oldest kept it a secret to "prevent the leaks" because apart from it being his assignment it was also an entry to one of his most ambitious fashion competitions. The fashion awards of all US fine arts universities. He had high hopes for it.

"Alright I'm almost ready, remember to put the ISO to 200, I borrowed those lights for a reason!” Georges words were a little muffled but still understandable as he worked on setting his design as perfectly as it could get.

"Got it Gogs, come on we don't have a whole day!” they did, their classes finished at 11am today and it was Friday so they were free for the next days. Sapnap was just eager to see the boys creation, after all he put all his heart into it, like he does to all his projects. "Actually we do" Dream interjected, youngest only glared at him knowing damn well he's as impatient considering constant taps on his thigh.

"Yeah Sap idiot, we have all day.. but you're right, it's better if the light from outside is still at it's best." he finally emerged from behind the wardrobe curtain. Okay. The boys were stunned it's not that George usually doesn't look like goddess himself - that's far from truth actually. It's just that this time they're seeing his art mixed with all his grace and beauty. Sapnap manages to whisper little "Oh god" only for Dream to hear, as the tallest boy starts "You-”

The baby blue glowy shirt, ornamented with flowered embroidery makes his face look soft, bringing out his strawberry cheeks and eyes hinted with a bit of peachy shadow. It all contrasts, yet fits without fault with a long, red, mermaid cut skirt. It's flowy, the material decorated with blue beads in the shape of hearts- And oh-

Dream gasps, Sapnap inhales loudly. Fishnets, George is wearing fishnets and the cut in the thigh is so high it shows his left leg fully. good christ, they are so down bad. Sapnap eyes Dream and They can really just see how both of them are fully raspberry blown faces.

They are both hot. red.

And The brunet who's the one and only cause is clearly oblivious to their reaction as he innocently asks "so how does it look?", makes a gesture with hands showing of the sleeves and frills on the skirt.

"I- you, it's well, George, it's so beautiful you look amazing." Dream exhaled eyes still on him, almost not blinking.

"George it truly is gleaming - I mean the colour palette for this one??? Ms Chevreu will loose her shit when she sees this! You actually are so skilled holy smokes” Sapnap added still admiring his friend's piece.

"awe thank you! I hope she looses her shit to be honest that would be funny, she's into reds recently so I think she will" boy snickered, his cheeks visibly tinted, not only from blush he applied couple minutes ago.

"alright!" he clapped his hands "time for shoot!"

Youngest set the light, while dark blond took photos to fill the entire SIM card folder. Taking that George was /very/ photogenic it was easy to catch the best shots, it's almost like he looks perfect in all of them. George is perfect tho, Dream thinks.

"Okay I think we're done, I took pictures from every side I think" Dream announced as George stretched "gods yes please my back is starting to hurt so bad" as to emphasize that he popped his bones ”ew George don't do that” Sapnap made a face.

"what do you mean you are the worst back popper I've met. Hearing only a scoff in response from other boy George's half lidded eyes closed for a little while.

"He's meditating guys!” Dream squeeked in one of his mocking voices, George giggled "he's died!"

"Okay, that's it I'm checking the photos!" Sapnap yanked the camera from the tallest's hands and plopped on one of the puff poufs. "Hey be careful you goose! this camera only cost me 5 and a half months of cafeshop money!” Dream hurried with scolding

George got up slowly and joined the youngest, soon enough all three of them were slumped on floor, brit in the middle looking and commenting on photos. "Hey guys.." brunet started, causing Dream and Sapnap turning to him.

"yeah?" dark brunette asked.

"thank you... for supporting me, like not only this time but at all" he turned his eyes from both pairs of theirs. Then he cupped each cheek and gave it a short kiss.

Boys blushed, all three of them.

"Yeah no problem Gogs, we'll always be your biggest fans" Sapnap breathed out.

"Always" Dream repeated.

And if for the rest of the day boys only watched movies all cuddled up on couch, snacking on anything they found in brunets kitchen, that was on them.

thank you for reading ♡

hugs,

Jun

#georgenotfound fanart #georgenotfound #dream fanart #dreamwastaken #sapnap fanart #sapnap #dreamnotnap #dnn #dream team #dream team fanfic #gnf #dtqk #mcyt #gnf fanart #doodle #art school au #drabble #dreamnotnap fic #jun arts

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starsfic · 4 months

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When you have the time, art school au prompt: Nezha meeting the traffic light trio

"Uh...who's that yelling at your dad?"

Qi Xiaotian looked up at Long Xiaojiao's words, looking around. His baba's car was easy to spot- Sun Wukong had apparently purchased the Thunderbird in a hideous shade of peach pink decades ago- as well as the badly dyed amber curls. What was unfamiliar was the figure leaning over Wukong, poking him in the chest.

"I have no idea-"

"Oh, it's Nezha." The two turned to Red, who blinked at them. "Li Nezha? You know, the student council president, that famous student ballerina?"

"Oh, I didn't vote."

"I didn't even know we had a student council!"

Red sighed. "Hopeless." he grumbled, pinching the brows. "Xiaotian, his father works with your father, remember? Li Jing?" Xiaotian shrugged and Red sighed. "Let's go see why he's yelling at your father, then."

As they approached, the scene became more clear. Nezha was not leaning over Wukong. The view wasn't helped by the red roller-skates he wore, but Xiaotian's baba was leaning back, looking incredibly calm. And, as they got closer, they could hear more.

"-and I don't need my father calling me to let me know you did something stupid!"

"He did something stupid first, kid. I'm not apologizing for my reaction to that."

"He didn't do anything stupid, he was just teaching me a-" Nezha paused, revealing his hair was slightly messy, as if he had been tugging on it. Xiaotian froze. This guy gave off the aura of an angry tiger, like he was just begging to punch or bite someone, whatever came first. "Are you his son?!"

"...yes?"

"Tell him he's an idiot." Nezha finally seemed to relax, letting out a sigh and turning back to said father. Xiaotian, now that he was closer, could see the concern in his eyes. "Good day, Wukong. Please don't make my father send any more messages like that again." Without another word, Nezha skated away, sending a polite nod to Red.

The trio blinked.

"...what...was that all about?"

"Eh, Nezha's father is a "friend" of your dad," They could hear the quotes around the word. "And he's basically a jackass, especially to Nezha. I kinda..." Wukong sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I gave him some of my thoughts and he decided to yell at Nezha, like it was his fault." There was a pause, full of unspoken words. He perked up, a shiny smile forming.

"Who wants to run and get ice cream?!"

The double meaning was clear.

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sunoksunny · 2 years

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𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓮

➥ SUMMARY: when jungwon’s 9th grade teacher suggested he visit the dance and music department to gain inspiration for their midterm photography project, “passion”, jungwon didn’t understand. after seeing you, however, jungwon suddenly couldn’t take his eyes off you. ever since then, he would visit under the pretense of seeing his friends. he couldn’t help it, you brought his inspiration back to life. what will happen when his muse is in his painting class this year and their teacher assigns them as seatmates and partners?

➥ PAIRING: photography/art student!jungwon x dance/music student!reader (she/her) | featuring: enha, ive, lesserafim, nmixx, txt, skz

➥ GENRE: fluff, slow burn, high school/art school au, slice of life, humor (i think), possibly angst?, SMAU + WRITTEN

➥ TW: swearing, kys/kms jokes, will add specific warnings to each chapter as needed

➥ TAGLIST: open! send an ask if you want to be tagged

➥ STATUS: ongoing...

↳ STARTED: 10/16/2022

↳ FINISHED: tba

PROFILES !

y/n and company | enha, the 💪ART NERDS💪

EPISODES !

ep. 1 » what do you mean i have to take an art class

ep. 2 » wow! what lovely seats! | 0.9k words

ep. 3 » partner painting?

ep. 4 » an excuse !!

ep. 5 » call me an idea bank | 1.8k words

ep. 6 » seriously, has anyone done 27??

ep. 7 » ni-ki forgot about our hangout smh

ep. 8 » han live tweeting era

ep. 9 » a revelation

ep. 10 » heejake joins theatre

ep. 11 » will these outfits look good?

ep. 12 » he knows something we don’t

ep. 13 » the plan™

ep. 14 » when worlds collide

ep. 15 » top 10 best horror movie pick up lines

ep. 16 » escaping a movie theater for bae

more tba

↳ unreleased chapter names may change!

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mj-irl · 2 years

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AU where Cody joins his brothers working Security at an Art College. Obi-Wan is an Art Professor at the school and he and Cody keep crossing paths.

Find me on Instagram at mjfitzarrow

[Image IDs: four digital drawings of Obi-Wan and Cody in a modern AU. Image one Obi-Wan is an an easel drawing Cody stand behind him at the door looking surprised. Image 2 Cody and Obi-Wan talk in a coffee shop. Image 3 Cody and Obi-Wan stand looking at one another, the background is grey. Image 4 Obi-Wan and Cody sit comfortably together on a bench in a museum.]

#Codywan #Codywan AU #Codywan fanart #modern AU #Art school AU #professor AU #Star Wars fanart #Star Wars AU #star wars modern au #the clone wars fan art #the clone wars fanart #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #cody x obi wan #my art

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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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College AU BakuDeku

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

No Quirks AU

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content, read ao3 tags.

Amazing art work done by YukarietD {twitter}.

Note: If you read any of these works and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

jock/nerd by imnotpoppunk

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki is a self-proclaimed nerd entering his first year of community college. He's determined to stay at the top of his class, even when he gets partnered with a popular jock he knew in high school. What he finds is that he doesn't know nearly as much about Midoriya Izuku (or himself) as he thinks he does.

Complete | 26 CH | Mature Content

F.U. by warschach

Summary: Izuku smiled; Katsuki understood why people warned that the devil wore a Sunday hat and fine clothes because deception worked better if no one expected it.

Not anymore. He knew Izuku’s evil ways, and his ass might be a 20 on the hotness meter but Katsuki held grudges.

“Izuku,” he sneered; he too could be evil right back.

(OR football player Katsuki and cheerleader Izuku)

One Shot | Mature Content

Indulgence by silentsongbird

Summary: Katsuki is annoyed that even in his second year of art school, he still has to take classes with stupid Deku. He had hoped to be rid of him after high school, but of course, Deku just had to get accepted into the same college as him. At least it's only one class. Unfortunately for him, it seems Deku has a bit of a reputation and his team mate, Denki, is very fond of him. Katsuki overhears a conversation he really wishes he hadn't because now he can't stop thinking about it. He has to see what Deku's videos are all about.

Incomplete | 8/? CH | Mature Content

Last Updated January 2023

Truth or Treat by kyramidoriya

Summary: Izuku was having a wonderful Halloween, spending time with his friends in dorm room. But then, a game of Truth or Dare goes awry and Izuku ends up at the upperclassmen apartments getting a little more than he bargained for...

One Shot | Contains Smut | Age Gap

It’s not really a blind date if you grew up with the guy by Hazelarmy7

Summary: In which Katsuki and Izuku's friends set them up on a blind date with each other, only to find out they’ve known each other for ages!

One Shot | SFW

Series: rooftop romance by elmasam

Summary: Popular Bakugo and shy, nerdy Midoriya meet on a rooftop.

2 Works | One Shots

Feel It by ReadOrDie

Summary: Bakugou tags along to a party at Kirishima's Fraternity. Horny things ensue.

— —

Senior Deku gives Freshman Baku a lap dance....and other things.

One Shot | Contains Smut | Age Gap

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie

Summary: Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

Complete | 20 Chapters

Contains Mature Content

The Lie by @mirachadoodles

Summary: Even now, Izuku looked so damn sweet, so fucking innocent and embarrassed at his lie. He was abusing that full and tempting lip, and Katsuki really wanted to abuse it himself.

One Shot | College Athlete AU | Smut

I Like You, Dude (No Homo) by mynameis152

Summary: Izuku Midoriya is new to the college scene. From a small town, he lacks the know-how on making friends with all the strangers he comes across. So, when a good-looking blonde boy sits down beside him in class, he's excited to strike up a friendship.

Although, this friendship seems a bit different from his others. For instance, why does his heart flutter when they talk? What's with the weird comments Katsuki says to him?

He doesn't get it, but he wants the friendship.

— — —

Or The biggest No Homo, where Izuku finds his way into a relationship without ever seeking out to find one (particularly with his guy best friend)!

Complete | 6 Chapters

Rated - Mature

The Frat Boy and his Keeper by Plusultrabaka

Summary: Midoriya Izuku was obsessed with a certain blonde in his classes. They had taken chemistry, biology, and even some electives together. He needed those burning red eyes underneath him and finally figured out a way to get the elusive blonde's attention.

Act stupid.

One Shot | Has Smut

alone together by nezuminooh

Summary: Bakugou goes to a party only because he heard Deku would be there. Spoiler alert: he's there.

{One Shot}

Rated - Mature

Wicked and Divine by Fawn_Eyed_Girl

Summary: Bakugō Katsuki hates reporters. Hates them.

So why is he currently in a stall in a public restroom, letting the school paper's newest sports reporter suck him off?

Because hell yeah he likes doe-eyed freckled bottoms!

That’s why he's there and he maybe wants this repeated...

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

In with the pink! by Direct

Summary: “Okay Kacchan. One,” Izuku holds up the first top, chin high, before switching it out, the second top more revealing than the last. “Or two?”

And Katsuki, being the ever supportive boyfriend that he was, gestures to the top in his own hands, this one practically a thread compared to the ones Izuku had picked. “This one, baby. Show your tits more, yeah?”

— — —

OR: Katsuki adores his stupid, ditzy bimbo bitch of a boyfriend so much.

One Shot | OmegaVerse

Rated - Explicit

Professor Midoriya by Mikacrispy

Summary: The professor is the cutest and sexiest thing Katsuki has ever seen, with his adorable expressions, fat ass, and awful nerdy-grandpa clothes. Bakugou was instantly captivated and horny, that must be what love at first sight feels like.

Complete | 11 Chapters | Age Gap

Rated - Explicit

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azsazz · 7 months

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Midnight Muse

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1,804

Notes: This is going to be a good one you guys 💙 (yes I know I have a fic titled this already but it’s too good not to reuse, they’re not related btw)

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“I think that’s the last one,” you sigh, setting down a cardboard box labeled Living Room on the stack in the middle of the floor. It’s not heavy—filled with decorative pillows for the cheap futon couch shoved haphazardly against the wall—but the tower of boxes sways precariously and your roommate, Feyre, darts forward to reorganize them from before they all go tumbling down.

You and your roommate had been very organized at the start of your move, putting boxes into piles for which rooms they belonged to, but as the hot sun beamed down and the temperature outside rose, so did your tempers. The process ended with trying to get everything into your new fourth floor apartment as quickly as possible, which was a nearly impossible feat, due to the slow moving elevator.

Feyre sighs, hands on her hips as she surveys the mess of boxes. Neither of you packed lightly—a mistake you’d made the year previous too, and promised not to make again—the both of you refused to hire a moving service, intent on the fact that you could do all the heavy lifting yourselves.

That definitely had been a mistake.

Panting a little, Feyre shoves the strands of gold-brown hairs clinging to her forehead away, sticky with sweat. The hairs at her nape curl away from her neck, and you’re so glad that she grew out those awful bangs over the summer. Now you don’t have to listen to her complain about how they’d be plastered to her head with sweat. The loose collar of her cropped shirt is damp, and she uses the hem to wipe at the perspiration beading at her hairline. “Fucking finally,” she moans, “I need a drink.”

“Alcoholic or energy?” you tease, but it’s not funny. You’re drained, and all you want to do is collapse on the navy futon that barely fits two, no matter how uncomfortable it is. But you’re hot, clothes irritating your skin from where they’re glued with sweat and your arms and legs burn with effort. A cold shower, tall glass of something icy, and a few hours napping will do you well. A grimace works its way onto your red face, “Tell me there’s air conditioning in this place.”

“Already on,” Feyre sighs, stalking into the kitchen. You follow after her, dodging boxes, and watch as she rips open the refrigerator door and shoves her head inside. It’s completely empty and you wince, knowing that it’s going to be a long weekend while you go shopping and unpack everything before the fall semester starts in a week.

You want to stop by the local art supply too, to gather the last of the material you need for your classes this year. It’s probably why you and Feyre have so many boxes; half of the ones adorning your apartment are stuffed with art supplies: brushes and paints of all varieties from oils to acrylics, graphite pencils and kneaded erasers, canvases both blank and filled. You swear there’s even an entire box dedicated to sketchbooks filled with random doodles and scribbled ideas for assignments that never turned into anything great. Feyre hadn’t been happy when she’d seen you’d left that box for her to carry up.

When Feyre’s had her fill of the crisp air, she hands you a bottle of water from the freezer. It’s nowhere near as cold as you’d like it yet. You’d run into the gas station to get a few bottles and candy bars while she filled up the tank of the U-Haul for your last stretch or the drive. It hadn’t occurred to either of you to grab something with more sustenance until this very moment.

“Ugh,” you groan, choking down the room-temperature water. It helps a little to soothe your parched throat, but nowhere near enough. “Do you have any money left in your account? We should Door Dash something for dinner, and call it an early night.”

“An early night?” Feyre retorts, making a face as she takes a sip of her own water. “We have a lot of unpacking to do. And our beds aren’t even set up yet.”

“Fuck us,” you sigh, leaning against the marble. The stone is cool where it seeps through your thin shirt, and you ache to rip off your clothing and press your burning skin to it in an attempt to cool yourself off. “Let’s just find the boxes with the pillows and blankets and sleep in the living room, Fey. C’mon, it’ll be like when we were young again! Except now we’re old enough to buy alcohol.” You waggle your eyebrows at your roommate and she cracks a wry grin. “Well, almost old enough, but those fake ID’s Tarquin got us work like a charm anyway.”

“Fine,” Feyre relents, “Dibs on first shower, though.”

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While Feyre uses all of the hot water, despite it being nearly ninety degrees outside—blasphemous for the end of August in the middle of Southern California—you take the chance to move the U-Haul from where you’d double-parked it outside of your new apartment building. Thankfully, you and Feyre had saved up enough money from working at an Art Camp for children this summer to have both of your cars shipped to school. It was cheaper to rent a truck and move all of your belongings yourselves than to drive down and let a moving company do it, plus, you and Feyre had wanted to road trip this summer but didn’t have the funds. You both had decided there was no better time for it—until you could properly afford one—than this.

You scroll aimlessly through your social media on the way down, the elevator so slow and creaky that you and Feyre opted to take the stairs for most of your journey. Bigger things like your beds, the futon, and the tv had been squashed into the tiny elevator and taken up with prayers it wouldn’t break down. You can’t help but glance up at the certificate that says the elevator is in running order until its next inspection in two years.

“Is that forged, George Brown?” you mutter, squinting at the paper displayed in the corner. It’s frayed at the edges and yellowing, so you’re not all that sure this elevator has been inspected when it says it has.

It comes to a jerky halt that makes you sway when it hits the lobby. It’s as nice a building as you can afford on your budget, but the both of you will have to find part-time jobs as soon as school starts up, so that you have money to buy alcohol and food and supplies. Feyre’s older sister, Nesta, had lived here with her friends Gwyn and Emerie during their undergrad years, but they’ve moved on from shitty apartment buildings riddled with horny college students to renting a quaint house in town while working on their masters degrees.

When the doors to the elevator slide open you slip out as fast as possible, a shudder working its way up your spine. You wonder how many times it’s broken down, and you’d hate to be in there alone if something like that happened. Maybe you’ll take the stairs from now on unless you’re with someone.

The lobby of the building is small. There’s a front desk in which no one ever sits, as if the building used to be sophisticated once upon a time and a doorman used to occupy the space. Mailboxes pinned to the wall line the area behind the counter, and there sits a garbage can stuffed full with envelopes and more likely than not empty bottles of alcohol and take-away, maybe even a used condom or two.

It’s muggy down here, more so than your apartment that the landlord hadn’t turned on the air conditioning when he knew you’d be showing up today. Whatever, you hadn’t had to see the greasy man, he’d left the keys on the counter for you and Feyre to find when you’d arrived, and you were more than thankful for that.

You brush away some of the hairs that have come loose from your ponytail as you cross the lobby. The hazards of the U-Haul are blinking at a steady rate, the skies turning darker with the looming night. It had taken you and Feyre all day to unpack the truck, and you’re returning it tomorrow when your cars come in, so you need to move it to a normal spot for the night.

Pushing open the door, your steps falter as someone brushes past you like a shadow, nearly hitting your shoulder with theirs. Your brows furrow and you turn to toss a comment about how rude they are but the words dry up in your throat.

He’s tugging off a motorcycle helmet and you can’t help but watch the way his biceps bulge against his skin tight black t-shirt. The muscles of his broad back glide like butter beneath the fabric as he moves and you can’t help but let your gaze travel down his spine to his tight waist, dipping into dark jeans.

His thick soled boots thump loudly as he stalks through the door, stopping at the mailboxes to check if he has any letters. The tiny door opens with a squeak that has you snapping back into your body, stunned by his musculature. This man is a god of his own league. A masterpiece of perfectly crafted body parts and tones. He has an angular nose and long, dark lashes matching his disheveled hair. He runs his fingers through it and shoves the helmet under his armpit as he digs through his mailbox. Your fingers twitch to dig out your sketchbook and pencils from the box upstairs.

You force your gaze outside again, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. You were straight up ogling the man, and thankfully you’re not drooling, as you take notice while you wet your suddenly dry lips.

You click the keys, unlocking the U-Haul, but stop short when you see that the truck is caged in, a big vintage Bronco parked behind, and a shiny motorcycle that looks like it moves faster than the speed of light wedged between the moving truck and the vehicle in front.

“Hey,” you call, ripping the door back open to the lobby. You have no doubt that the motorcycle is his, and the car behind had been there when you and Feyre had arrived this afternoon, so you don’t know whom it belongs to. “Is this your motorcycle?”

The man is already on his way to the elevator, phone stable in his leather riding gloves as he swipes, envelopes tucked into his helmet. The elevator door screeches open and he doesn’t even bother to turn around and meet your gaze as he punches the button to his floor. “Nope.”

#azriel au #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #art school au #acowar #azsazz #acotar #acomaf #azriel #midnight muse #acotar series

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rexsokaficquotes · 5 months

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He was oddly profound for a twenty year old boy. But he was an artist at heart, and something in him resonated with something in her.

“You sound like a philosophy student when you talk like that.” She smiles, nudging his boot under the table.

His grin is almost lopsided—dangerously inviting.

They find a comfortable pause in conversation after that. Finishing their drinks and beginning rough sketches to work out kinks in the rendering or test out different mediums. Rex shares a few stories of his brothers, and Ahsoka secretly thinks she could get lost in the way his eyes light up as he talks about them. In turn she talks about the specific kind of art she’s majoring in and her interest with the classics.

It's sappy and entirely too poignant the way she thinks about Rex. He consumes her thoughts like a visceral kind of romanticization. His smile, his laugh, his eyes. The furrow in his brow that she’d like to smooth out with her fingers, the rosiness of his cheeks she’d like to cup with her palms. It was the kind of poetic obsession only an artist could possess and—as he suggested they meet at his dorm on Friday since he was the one with a single—Ahsoka couldn’t even find it in herself to mind.

— jewelofmandalore, from Muse

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Epilogue

I want to thank everyone for the lovely support. I saw a couple questions about the other characters in the comment section of the last one and wanted to clear up a couple of things. Crystal=Argyle (he picked the name because he thought it sounded cool), Onyx=Dimitri (like @n0-1-important guessed in part 11). Diamond and his family were all OCs more on them here. Michelle (the whiny chick in the art class) is the only other OC. I tried as much as possible to include characters from the show when I could.

And to answer @ goodolefashionedloverboi‘s question: Jonathan and Nancy are in couple’s therapy and are doing better.

And then one final thing to explain (the curses of doing a WIP and posting it one at a time not every thread I put down got picked up again, oops!) is the garnet rings. I love gem stones and geology. It fascinates me so much so that I took it as an elective in high school. When I was researching a fic (don’t remember which one now) I was looking at Eddie’s rings. And a lot of people were making replicas with hard stones like hematite, onyx, or something that didn’t have cuts or facets. But Eddie’s ring sparkles. It’s clearly a gemstone. So I went looking up grey or black gemstones. I found a couple it could be but they weren’t discovered until the 90s (and while the ACTUAL stone the prop maker used could be that, I COULDN’T call it that). And then I found a grey garnet. It was a perfect match. It sparkles the way his does, the different shades it gets from the show, spot on. Hence the garnet.

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Two years later:

Variety Interview with Corroded Coffin

Max Mayfield: Hello, can you guys introduce yourselves for the people that have been hiding under a rock for the last two years?

They all laugh.

Jeff: I’m Jeff Lawrence, I’m rhythm guitar.

Gareth: I’m Gareth Hughes, I’m on drums.

Brian: I’m Brian Martin, I’m the bass guitarist.

Eddie: And I’m Eddie Munson, frontman, lead guitar, lead vocalist, and songwriter.

MM: That’s a lot of titles for one person.

JL: That’s because he’s the most dramatic out of all of us. He has to have allll the titles. Can’t share with the rest of us.

EM: Hey!

They all laugh again.

BM: Hey, you know it’s true.

EM: Yeah...but you’re giving away all my secrets right off the bat. Can’t you save some for later in the interview.

The other three look at each other.

JL, BM, GH: No.

Eddie throws his arms in the air.

EM: I’m telling Steve!

The other three look mock frightened for all of three seconds before they start laughing at him.

JL: You know Steve would agree with us.

Eddie pouts

MM: Can you tell us who Steve is?

Eddie fiddles with the singular ring on his right hand, looking down, bashfully. It one that I haven’t seen. Everyone is familiar with the the three chunky rings on his left hand. But this one is on his ring finger. The grey stone flashes as he plays with it.

EM: He’s the love of my life and my muse.

JL: He’s an art teacher back home.

BM: He’s our Eddie wrangler.

GH: He’s our band mascot.

I laugh.

MM: He sounds pretty special. How did you guys meet?

JL: We all went to high school together, actually.

MM: Oh, so were you high school sweethearts, then?

Eddie laughs.

GH: Yeah, no. He laughs.

BM: Let’s just say they started off on the wrong foot.

JL: The wrong everything, let’s be honest.

EM: Not my proudest moment. I was doing a favor for a family friend being a live model for an art class about five years later and assumed the worst about him.

MM: You mean there are actual art of you naked out there?

Eddie blushes.

EM: Several pieces in fact. But my favorite is Stevie’s. It’s still hanging up in our house in my studio.

GH: I’ve seen it. It’s not gross or anything.

JL: It won best in show at the art gala it was featured in.

BM: I think he’s totally wasted as an art teacher. He could be making more than we do selling his art work. But he loves working with kids.

MM: Sounds like the perfect guy.

EM: scoffs I love Steve, but he can be the most basic bitch. And he tends to be overprotective too.

GH: But we are here to talk about the new album.

MM: Fair enough. So tell me about working on Silent Killer. This is your second album, is that correct?

JL: Yeah, our self titled debut album just went double platinum. We knew going in it was going to be a tough act to follow.

GH: When we went platinum the first time, our manager Murray Bauman sent black flowers to all the record labels that passed on us.

EM: It was very suitably bitchy. It’s why he’s our manager.

MM: Certainly sounds like it. Do you guys deviate from your first album’s style in this one?

They look at each other and Eddie shrugs

EM: I mean, not really. It’s a more somber album to be sure. There was a song that we wanted to include on Corroded Coffin but decided it didn’t fit with the overall theme of the album that made its way on this one.

MM: Which song is that?

BM: Thorns and Thistles. It’s the song that got us our agent in the first place.

JL: Yeah. Murray was mad when the record label didn’t want to use it this time round. He fought tooth and nail to get on the album.

EM: Have you heard it yet?

I nod.

MM: Yeah. It’s beautifully heartbreaking. You say your label didn’t want to use it?

BM: They thought it was too sad.

JL: So to prove them wrong we sent it out as our first single, before we even started really working on the album.

MM: It had already gone gold before you announced the new record. That must have really got stuck in their craw.

EM: We’ve been laughing all the way to the bank.

MM: You guys won a Grammy for Song of the Year for The Jester and the King and Best New Artist. How was that for you?

BM: God I don’t know which of us bawled more on that stage. But it was everything we hoped for.

JL: Winning Song of the Year was a life changer. But no one thought we were going to win Best New Artist.

MM: No?

Eddie shakes his head.

EM: It rarely goes to a rock artist, especially a metal one. Everyone thought it would go to the kid...what’s his name...? He snaps his fingers.

JL: JJ Jenner.

EM: That’s the one. Fifteen year old kid with the pipes of an angel. Everyone, including us thought it would be him.

MM: Oh, I remember now, they put the kid’s reaction to losing on the jumbotron or whatever they call their big screen.

GH: I almost felt sorry for him.

Eddie grins.

EM: Almost.

MM: When you do red carpet events, Eddie, you bring your two lesbian friends with you, while the rest of the band brings their partners. Is there a reason you don’t bring yours? Especially since I learned your partner’s name is Steve.

All the members of the band shift uncomfortably in their seats, stealing glances at each as they silently decide who is going to answer the question.

MM: Oh. I feel like I stepped on a sensitive topic. I didn’t mean to.

Gareth clears his throat.

GH: Steve’s privacy is very important to us. There are times he would like to go to these things with Eddie...

JL: But he still gets attacks and can’t. He looks down at his hands. So he goes with the girls dress shopping and helps pick out their outfits for the night.

Eddie looks like he’s going to tear up.

EM: We’re working on it. He knew going to our relationship that this might become an issue but I always do what I can to make it up to him the moment I get home.

They all look somber, so I decide to change the direction of the interview.

MM: What’s next for the Corroded Coffin boys?

They brighten up almost immediately.

BM: Touring. We’ve got an American tour this spring and then a European tour this summer.

MM: Is there a reason you decided to wait on the European tour until summer?

Eddie blushes and the rest of the band nudge him playfully.

EM: It’s so Steve can come with us. He can’t leave during the school year, but he likes touring with us when it’s out for summer break.

MM: Ah ha.

The conversation turns to non-band related things again and I watch how close they are. It’s great to see a band that are still friends after years of playing together. Even though they’ve only been big for two years, they have been playing for twelve.

Let’s hope that they stay that way for the next twenty.

-Max Mayfield

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aswho1estuff · 1 year

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The way you move

ep. 2 repeated patterns

Plot: Two performing art schools are combined upon underlying reason bringing together an unlikely duo Moose and Alice who help each other grow beyond fluttering hearts and the genre of music.

Overview ep. 2 [repeated patterns]: Alice’s day of work has a change in repeated pattern.

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Alice pov:

Treasure by Bruno mars plays as I hum along cleaning up the aisle “gimme your attention baby” I sing out doing a little turn and step.

Spin, turn, kick, spin again “wooh” point this way, point that way, and this way again. “ I didn’t know you did freestyle too” I turn so fast dropping the cereal in my hand to meet eyes with the boy from school smile and all.

“Sorry about that” I let out groaning “don’t be it looked nice like your were having fun” he says smiling like I haven’t made a ass of myself and the ballerina name.

“I always dance during my shift too” he says handing me the cereal I dropped “thank you” he works here too I guess that’s nice, you know if your into that “when’s your shift end?” He asks “I get off in a few minutes” I reply looking at the shelve.

He mimickes me looking them over “well…would you like to go to the park with me we could get a burger too maybe?”.

The thought of burgers making me uneasy I twist my face “okay not burgers, sandwiches, or salami and crackers?” I haven’t had that in a long time rice crackers yes but just crackers seems forbidden.

The thought of it making me giggle “okay I’ll get that …and pick up some fruit for you too” he says speed walking making me laugh.

Clocking out i change into my clothes “ready ?” he asks lending his arm hesitantly connecting mines i shy away, matter fact do I even know his name ?.

“Don’t take this wrong but what’s your name?” I ask low causing him to laugh “moose” “moose, ..like hair gel” I reply he nods turning to me “..Alice” I respond “Alice like wonderland” “yes, exactly”.

“Soo” he elongates plopping down on the blanket taking everything out “how’d you decide on doing ballet?” Moose asks grabbing a cracker “well my mother was a ballerina she loved it” a great one infact one I have to live up to.

“You love it too?” wasn’t expecting that question ....i don't know honestly "well I like dancing I know that, I like moving it makes me feel nice" I smile ending my sentence to pick up a cracker.

"I totally understand the feeling's freeing, freeing from restraint, barriers, stress everything really" moose adds very genuinely. And for a minute it felt like he knew so much and so little, so much about what I felt and so little about who they wanted me to be.

The feeling of being understood made me squirm.....it wasn't something I was use to it almost made my waterline tickle with the threats of tears.

"How's the fruit?" Mooses asks "I .. really like it, alot actually thank you" I respond back to the question of fruit but also his company, it made me light headed to think he understood that too. "I'm glad" he replies picking up a piece of mango gently, mangos always been my favorite but not even Alicia remembers that I wonder how he knew or had it been that obvious.

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