#college au

[essiemclaren]

lingering ties

pt 2

College!au

In which reader and Oscar, now broken up, must co-parent their (fur) baby

reader's chat with oscar

reader's post on twitter/x

oscar's chat with the gc and reader

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reader's post on twitter/x

oscar's private twitter/x

oscar's chat with gc

oscar's chat with reader

oscar's chat with the gc and post on x

oscar's chat with reader

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a/n: giggling and kicking my feet while reading the last part 🤭 (it took me 3 times to get this new part right bc i wanted it to be perfect) but now it's finally out, i hope you guys love this one as much as i do!! reading everyone's positive comments on the previous part made my day better (bc i really thought it would flop lmao) today's quali race was very interesting!! and i was literally screaming at my laptop 😭 but yeah very happy with the results, especially my underrated driver (yuki 🫡) hope everyone's safe and well!!

tell me which part do you like? I WANT TO KNOWWW!! also want to be tagged?? let me know in the comments 😚

big love from essie 💐

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[ahresprite]

more of the cheating/sport au me and mimi are doing :D

[aakeysmash]

college!sukuna + the first time he asks you to watch yuuji for him :)

“Yes mom, everything is okay- no I don’t need you to send me food- ma, please-“ you try reasoning with your mother, phone between your cheek and your shoulder, while trying to cook something up.

It’s been a month since your arrival and she’s worried you might not find the comfort she so desperately wants you to have. You love her, but she can be a little too much. You manage to hang up and then you’re deep in thought, not knowing if you should add pepper or not to your pot, when a deep voice near your ear makes you jump.

“Yo.”

“For fuck- hi?! Couldn’t you, I don’t know, make any kind of noise before scaring me shitless?” You say to college!sukuna, who is looking at your pan from behind your shoulder.

“That looks like a mess,” he responds, ignoring your outburst. He's so nonchalant, almost as if judging negatively something is his natural behaviour towards strangers.

“Get out,” you whine, trying to push him away by putting your hands on his chest. He doesn’t move an inch, merely resorting to stare at you from below his nose. Your breath almost hitches: his eyes are piercing red, and the fact that he has a pair of them tattoed beneath his real ones makes him look-

"You look like a serial killer, should I call the cops on you or are you going to step back?" you say, raising one eyebrow. He blows in your face and gives you space only when he hears you whine. Asshole. Your hands fall from his chest and you slightly touch his torso. Oh, the boy has muscles, that's for sure.

"I need you to watch the brat for me," he tells you straightforwardly.

You're confused. "You need me to watch who?"

He rolls his eyes. "My brother, I need you to watch my brother."

You gape up at him, then raise your shoulders and move around him to get to the fridge. "No thanky youuu."

"Come on. They need me at the studio, a client requested me for a tattoo," he says following you, hands in his pockets.

“Not surprised you’re a tattoo artist. I’m sorry for your clients,” you mumble.

“The fuck did you say?” He snarls.

You huff. “I said, what’s in it for me?”

You turn around closing the fridge door with your hip, and you find him staring at you, again.

“Pal, you have a serious staring problem-“

“I’m ordering take out for ya.”

“Huh?” You respond, a little baffled.

“Are you dense?” He starts, a bored tilt to his tone. He thinks you’re kinda cute, but the fact you talk back makes him want to shut you up. With his own tongue down your throat, possibly. “I said I’m ordering you food. Take care of my brother and you can ask me for whatever you want for dinner. It’s not like you’re a great cook, anyway,” he adds, pointing towards the pan you still have on the stove.

You lightly slap his arm and he fights back the urge to slap you back on your forehead. Affectionately! Maybe.

“You’re so rude. Go, I’ll watch Yuuji. I want seafood boil, thanks,” you singsong. In your peripheral vision you see him stretching out his hand.

“Shake on it.”

You put your hand in his and try to grip him as strongly as possible, but he notices and it feels like he’s trying to crush your bones when he grips your hand back.

“Ow! Okay! Deal!” you say stepping back and massaging your hand, frowning.

“Thanks,” he says smirking.

[imagination-mess]

Hockey Player! Izuku Midoriya Part Two

This is a continuation of this post. This post will contain an idea about the voice memo from this post.

Word Count: 1,000+

Warning: Sexual Activity implied, parties

Sorry for the grammatical errors in advance.

He is very affectionate, but he is also a damn tease.

Every time he gets off the rink, if you are close by, he will kiss your cheeks and throat. He is freezing cold. He will stick his head around your neck and sneak his cold hands underneath your clothes on purpose. He will claim that he is cold and needs his personal heater. 

As mentioned before, he needs to have his hands on you somehow. If he finds a way to be close to you, he will be the type to slip his hand into the back of your pants pockets. If you are sitting on his lap, he will place his hand on your thigh and softly squeeze it whenever he pleases while talking to other people.

You better believe he was one of those players who groaned and whined about the time. When there was a ban, the player’s significant other could no longer visit during practice and could no longer stay back after practice without someone else from the faculty staying behind. There were several complaints from the maintenance crew. It is related to the incidents in the locker room involving finding personal items such as undergarments or condom wrappers. It was a huge scandal because no one knew who it was. At least if he does it, he will collect his evidence.

As a collective, they would definitely snitch on someone if they knew who it was because their privilege would have been revoked. More than half of the players had significant others who would occasionally visit. It quickly became a game of pointing fingers at each other, and the coach was not having it. That was when the decision was made to ban everyone. The coach made them do more drills than usual as punishment.

He will complain about it to you. He wants to see your face right after practice, so he has to wait until he is completely done. Do you know why he will miss it because he won’t be able to stick his cold fingers and face upon your skin whenever he gets off the rink before heading to the locker room to change? 

Yet he will never fail to sneak behind you whenever you are around your friends, to the point that they are immune to your boyfriend's antics of sneaking behind you, attacking you with hugs or kisses, before running to his next class. 

People do try to pursue him, even though he has shown you off throughout his media and is clearly showing PDA with you. He may or may not encourage you to leave a hickey on him as your man. He wouldn’t complain about it if you did it unprovoked. 

Whenever his schedule is packed to the rim, he can’t come over or visit you between practices. He will send you pictures of random things and selfies of him. He can’t make phone calls because he is immediately knocked out when he rests on his bed. He already gets yelled at by his coach to get off his phone. It doesn’t stop him from sneaking texts and pictures. The ones that will never fail to get to you are the selfies or photos of him at the gym taken by his teammates. You were gone if he sent a voice memo replying to your text while working out. He knows what he is doing; he plays innocent if you question it. 

If he was able to squeeze time to go see you at night when he was beyond exhausted after taking a shower at his dorm, he would come over with an overnight bag to crash at your place. He definitely fell asleep cuddling with you. He has six alarms set up, which you have to turn off because he is sleeping like a damn log. He takes longer to wake up but will appreciate getting kisses for the first thing in the morning. 

Since he has gained popularity by being one of the stars of the hockey team, he gets invited to numerous parties, but he will always ask if you would like to go with him. 

If you do go, he becomes a guard dog over you because he knows some people party a little too hard. He doesn’t drink a lot and rejects party games. He would rather be sober if he needed to jump someone with his quickness. This is especially true if it's a big party with people he doesn’t know. 

If it's a smaller party and he knows all of them, he will join the drinking games—the dumbest games in existence—if you want to join. 

However, the pros of dating one of the hockey players are that the team is close-knit and will throw hands for each other, in addition to the significant others of their teammates. It’s an unspoken rule within the team. 

However, if you don’t want to, he wouldn’t force you but rather invite you for a date night instead. Yes, he will use it as an excuse for his absence at the party. 

He would go as far as to get materials to bake cookies because he loves baking cookies with you and it's fun.

If you send him a provocative picture or text, please know he will drop everything and appear within 2 hours after he is about to sneak away or sacrifice sleep for you.

His social media is filled with pictures of the two of you, clearly showing that he is taken. 

Please note that post-game, his mental state is in that state of competitiveness. 

Please know that if he ever catches you watching edits of him on the field, he gets a confidence boost each time. 

Bonus: 

You were surprised at how fast Izuku bodyslammed into another team's player because they motioned to you to call them or point in your direction, saying something that you couldn't hear. It has happened more than once, despite you wearing Izuku's old jersey.

You are always on his phone screen, and he often changes it to his favorite picture of you.

Next: Eijirou Kirishima

[bizkitsnuggets]

LIKE NO OTHER

— O. TOORU x FEMALE READER (smau)

main m.list

(chapters will be added once motorcycles & a passion is completed)

synopsis: she plays bass, he plays with hearts.

college au, fluff, band au, nerdy kawa, more tba

status: ongoing (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)

introduction: the band || the fans

a/n: hey sry if this is bad 🤕 this is a re-write

chapters —

01: unsaid plans

[hotchocolatedoodles]

Sketches for an Alien Stage College AU ^^

There was initially only a focus on Ivantill, but I'm trying to work on an interesting plot for a Mizisua focus, too!

Either way, for anyone who's curious, I'll leave my ramblings about the Ivantill side below!

Basically, Ivan chose to go to a college because he was tired of private schooling and being a model all the time. He was lucky to have Sua as a support for getting accustomed to the new environment, although the two of them hadn’t seen each other in ages.

Ivan and Sua only texted each other on a few occasions, but other than that, they didn’t know much else about each other anymore as it had been years since their parents’ divorce.

Ivan was way more interested in the backgrounds of fashion rather than posing for magazine covers and everything, but he never had the chance to properly follow this interest. The same goes for exploring love as a gay man.

He had a reputation to keep up and wouldn’t want to disappoint his mother. However, now that he was older and was able to choose something for himself, he could finally start exploring such aspects of life. That was also when he met Till.

Ivan was quickly captivated by Till’s appearance and the things he did. Especially the drawings Till made caught his interest. Another special thing about Till was that he didn’t treat Ivan like the popular model he was. Till immediately treated him just like any other person.

Till on the other hand was a music major, producing his own music, working part-time at a café and live house, while also pursuing art as a hobby. He knew no rest, and Mizi, his best and pretty much only friend, had to check up on him regularly.

Unfortunately, Till has been struggling to find inspiration for new works in recent months, and it was difficult to keep up with all his work. On top of that, he had an unrequited crush on Mizi, which he couldn’t let go of.

After finding out about Mizi and Sua’s relationship, Till tried to forget about his feelings for Mizi without having to tell Mizi about it. It’d be best for everyone if he just slowly forgot. However, the feelings wouldn’t let him go, but he knew it was not fair to feel this way.

So eventually, he decided to confess his feelings simply to get rejected already. He feared possibly losing Mizi as a friend, but he couldn’t hide it from her any longer. Thankfully, Mizi is the best person ever and appreciated Till’s honesty and understood his issue.

Poor Till, however, only fell into a deeper inspirational pit after the confession. He thought that maybe things would go up after talking with Mizi, but things only seemed to get worse. Especially after meeting Ivan, he had an irritating person always asking what he was doing.

But what Till didn’t know yet was that Ivan would be just the person to give him fresh inspiration and new life, just like Till would show Ivan the freedom he never thought he would experience.

[marloree]

   Your lovely guitarist

Pairing: Guitarist! Student! Beomgyu x Reader

Genre: university au, series

Summary: you're studying at university and living your mundane life, that is, until you meet Beomgyu. What will it lead to? Only time can tell.

Part 1!    The beginning

You never considered moving as easy, especially to the city you knew almost nothing of.

"New city, new life, new page", they say.

You agreed with the statement, to some degree at least.

Of course you were happy to get into the university of your dreams. Just how much happy you were. One wouldn't lie saying you were over the moon.

But..there are always numerous buts, right?

To begin with, you were quite introverted. Not that you had no friends, but it was difficult for you to get into new groups. "A way to open up, not as bad as it sounds", you thought, reassuring yourself.

Moreover, you never left your hometown before and knew absolute nothing about the city you were moving in.

Obviously you tried to get to know the city better, but were you good at navigating? Absolutely not.

But we always imagine things scarier than they are in reality, right?

Dorms were decent, the professors friendly, the students quite approachable. You even managed to befriend a few people during the first week. Life definitely didn't seem to be as difficult as you thought it would be at first.

Of course adjusting to the new environment wasn't easy, but it was still decent.

And you really enjoyed the classes. No matter how hard the work was, your eyes shined like diamonds every time you thought of how your life turned to be: studying in your dream university, getting the job you've been passionate about since...how long already? You couldn't have been more lucky, seriously.

Not to mention the newly found friends you've been together from morning 'till night. Let alone them being genuinely nice people, which you really appreciated, they shared your hobbies, your passion. You felt like you've got to experience the so called "y/n life", life of your dreams. Seriously, it felt just as surreal as a dream.

But, you weren't just lucky, you've worked your butt off to live like this. And you had no plans on stopping anytime soon.

No, of course you weren't the typical "good girl" or a "nerd", but you had a goal you aimed to.

You just lived your own life the way you thought to be the right one.

Never having too much friends, you enjoyed the company of a few close friends that surrounded you. Now, with new faces around you, you still kept your usual life style.

You were content with how things are in your private life and had no wish to change that, for now. "School, friends, studies, hobbies" now changed to "uni, friends, studies, hobbies".

"A partner" or "a boyfriend" never appeared in that list. It's not like you were too interested in dating, at least currently. Developing small crushes from time to time, you never got into anything serious. Guys in your school weren't the best ones, anyway.

It was like this and, perhaps, might have stayed just this way if not for Beomgyu, literally the perfect guy that took the same course as you.

You couldn't deny his great physique, but his knowledge was no joke, either.

Matching brains with good looks, the guy sent your heart in heaven.

At first, you didn't even try getting closer to him. He seemed to always hang out with his group of friends, just as you did with yours. The coming up semester exams and a dozen of homework you had to do every night didn't add up to your enthusiasm of getting with your love interest, either.

Your life flew by just the same, only a little flutter of your heart everytime you crossed your ways with Beomgyu reminding you of the crush you had on him.

A month passed like this, and the night before your semester exams arrived.

It was almost midnight when you finished rereading your notes for the millionth time, thinking of finally going to sleep. When, suddenly, you heard noises coming from one of the dorms. Once you opened your window to see what was going on, you could clearly hear someone play the guitar.

"Just the perfect time to do that, eh?" you thought, wondering whether the person was so sure about their academics or simply decided not to study at all.

As curiosity got the better of you, you tried to see where the melody was coming from.

Oh how surprised you got once you realized that it was, in fact, Beomgyu's dorm that the guitar play was heard from.

"Really? Never thought he also knows how to play the guitar", the thought popped in your head, leaving you wonder just how many other skills the guy has.

While thinking of that, you suddenly heard him play a familiar song. Too familiar even, it was one of your favourites.

"So we even share similar music taste, huh.." you thought, the idea of actually trying to at least get acquaintanced with Beomgyu popping up in your brain for the first time.

He wasn't bad at all, somewhat reminding you the image of your ideal type even.

With that thought, you closed the window, sliding down onto your bed and soon drifting off to sleep, accompanied by quiet chords of Beomgyu's play as a lullaby.

[spicypepperjack]

I must say there’s a severe lack of Miles and Gwen college AUs…

[baura-bear]

Thinking about in middle school my college au with gender fluid Davey except he’s still experimenting with everything and he’s been put in the men’s dorms so he’s like also not sure how accepting everyone is. Anyway obviously Jack and Davey are roommates and one day Davey thinks Jack is gone for the weekend so she’s glamming it up like full beat absolutely over the top but either Jack forgets something or Davey had the wrong weekend so Jack walks in but he’s SO STUPID and his brain isn’t like “oh this is Davey with makeup and a dress” he thinks “OH! This must be Davey’s sister that I’ve heard so much about” and he’s like “nice to meet you!! Where’d Davey go?” And Dave just stands there like 🧍🏻‍♀️ not sure what to do or whether or not to be like “I’m literally right here” or “I dunno??? Nice to meet you :))))” but Jack’s just running in to grab something so he’s like “sorry, late to class gotta run!! I hope we can talk more later!”

Obviously David has the “wow I have the stupidest roommate ever” moment, then the “would he hate crime me if he knew” moment, then the “do I tell him it was me” moment.

later jack comes back and Davey’s back in his regular masc plaid jammies and jacks like "i met sarah today! where were you?" and Davey’s straight up lies like "oh! i must’ve been in the bathroom 😅" but jack knows the nervous twinge that davey gains when he tries to lie so he does the owl 360 head turn thing and squints at davey, analyzing the eyeliner that Davey didn’t manage to wipe away completely.

“Dave.”

“Jack?”

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah.”

Then obviously they have a heartfelt conversation and the entire time Jack is just like 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍

[saruhxiii]

College Sweethearts AU pt2 #NeuviFuri #Focallette

Student Government President Neuvillette

&

Campus Idol and Model Student Furina

[starboybutler]

Lights up (Ch.3)

summary: John isn't handling rejection well.

word count: 3241

warnings: ‼️ blood, violence, useage of slurs, attempted rape ‼️

notes: woof this chapter got. heavy. i'm not good at pacing stories so sorry if it seems like everything is moving a little fast. i still have much more planned for this au, so dont worry!

chapter one | chapter two | ao3 link

“i feel like you’re dodgin’ me, you know?” gale didn’t bother to look up from his laptop. nimble fingers danced across the letters of his keyboard with a startling quickness, eyes set dead ahead. bucky felt his jaw clench at how gale was blatantly ignoring him.

he’d felt irritable since he dragged himself to class in the burning hot sun. the harsh beams worsened the persistent throbbing in his temples and made his mouth dry right up again, even after downing about four glasses of good ‘ol lukewarm tap water. every noise threatened to set him off- from the obnoxiously loud bell that rang every hour on the hour to the smallest rustle of the grass in the wind.

maybe he should stop drinking so damn much.

“i have a lot of schoolwork.” the blonde replies simply, plucking his glasses from his face and rubbing at his forehead with the heel of his palm. dark circles were forming under his eyes, and the usual nonchalant pout of his lips seemed more like a frown. “i know school isn’t your thing, but i do want to get my degree. it’s important to me.”

bucky hummed, rolling one of gale’s stray pens around on the desk with a finger. “nothing’s wrong with that. it’s just like- all you think about. all you do. work.” his eyes meet gale’s. the pretty blueish-green of them is dull, like someone sucked all the life out of him. “wouldn’t kill you to take a break. people die from overworkin’ themselves, you know.”

the blonde quirked a pretty eyebrow at him, the corner of his lip twitching minutely in what seemed like bemusement as he slid his glasses back onto his face. 

“yeah, i know. but breaks are how you start falling behind. a short little vacation, then it gets longer, and longer...”

bucky lays a warm, ruddy cheek on the cold surface of the desktop, the throbbing of his head starting to goad him into irritation with each second that ticked by. it felt like someone had smashed his skull in with a sledgehammer. “my roommate is smart. could help you with your work. y’know, if ya came over.”

gale’s lips parted before closing, twitching- like he was going to say something but thought better of it. a moment or dead silence passed between them before the blonde spoke, voice very, very quiet. 

“i dunno, john.”

his suspicions were confirmed by those two words. if he was so worried about his goddamn degree, surely he’d look for any extra help he could get. john just didn’t get it. why agree to a lunch date with him, run off, and then duck him whenever he had the chance? why not just say no in the first goddamn place?

his mind briefly wandered back to the previous night, when curt had galvanized him into going ti that stuffy frat party when he was still loopy from his orgasm. they were tucked away in a hot corner, john idly sipping from his dewy red solo cup as curt scanned the crowd for any frat boys he could fuck. that boy was insatiable .

“jesus christ, bucky, you’re curdling my drink with that sour-ass stare you got on your face.” he laughed, back pressed to the wall as his eyes scanned the crowd up and down dutifully. “would you stop thinkin’ about blondie for five goddamn seconds?”

“i can’t,” bucky admitted, his drink untouched as he stared at the way the smoke from the cheap fog machine dispersed into the air. “he pissed me off today. treated me like a creep on a date he agreed to- a date i didn’t even do anything wrong on, mind you.”

his grip on his cup tightened, his drink spilling over the rim and rolling down his arm in cold little rivulets until his skin was awash with cheap beer. curt smacked his teeth, snatching the crumpled remains of the cup from his hand. “why do you care so much anyway? you’re acting like you can’t fuck any other guy on campus. why do you need to fuck him so badly?”

“you wanna fuck him just as bad.” john reminded.

curt took a sip of his drink. “i do. but i’m not chasing him around like a little lovesick puppy. he’s hot– yeah, but christ, man.” he muttered. “you sure you just wanna fuck him?”

“what–?”

“look, john,” curt sighed. “you’re either a class a pervert or you’re in love with him. you better figure out which one and figure out what you’re doin’ wrong, ‘cause i hate when you get in your pissy little moods.”

john felt his bloom pink in a mix of emotions– anger, embarrassment, resentment. that conversation was burned into his mind, eating at him, wearing down his psyche until he couldn’t do much else but think about it. fucking hell– curt of all people should know that john egan doesn’t do love . he’s dated before, and each time, without fail, the relationship ended because he was too immature, or too brazen. no one could handle him for who he was, and that was fine with him. he didn't need anyone to hold his hand and try to fix him- to hold his hand and cull him like he was a sick little runt.

he wanted to fuck gale. that’s all. he wanted to take this blonde beauty, raw him, make him forget all about his useless physics degree while he watched him fall apart. He wanted to devour him, leave him gasping and begging for it, a look of sick devotion on those sharp features. 

but if he was gonna be such a stuck-up bitch about it, then maybe curt had a point– he wasn’t worth it. he was probably a lousy fuck anyways.

john stood, hissing at the fresh round of throbbing in his temples. “okay.” it came out far more venomous than he had intended. “you know where you can find me if you change your mind.”

he staggered a bit, grabbing at his head as he clumsily made his way to the classroom’s exit, vision blurring from the tears welling up in his eyes.

“where are you–?”

“hungover,” he said simply. he didn’t even bother to look back at gale as he pushed the door open. “goin’ back to my dorm. 

god, he needed a nap.

—---------------

“is he still sulking?”

bucky’s head was buried in curt’s mountain of pillows, as if he were trying to dispel himself from existence completely. he heard ken’s voice emitting from curt’s phone, the sounds of all kinds of tools whirring and buzzing noisily around him as he spoke. he never left that goddamn warehouse.

“yep,” curt laughed, one of his hands moving to card through bucky’s wild curls gently. “he’s been like this for a few days. i dunno if it’s because of the boy, or the hangover.” 

“maybe it’s both.” 

“you assholes aren’t helping.” bucky mumbled hotly against the sheets, peering up at curt, who had his camera pointed down at him so ken could see just how pathetic he looked. “and just so you know, i told gale he could fuck right off the other day.”

“yeah, and i’m the fuckin’ easter bunny.” curt wisecracked, turning his attention back to ken. “so what the hell was i missin’ in my motor, ken? piece of shit wouldn't start.”

ken completely ignored curt. “wait, gale?” ken asked, voice cutting out a little. “you mean cleven? blonde, tall, really quiet?”

“smokin’ hot, glasses?” curt finished, laying back against the wall. “yeah, him. why? thanks for ignoring my question, by the way.”

“it’s just…that’s who croz has been studying with for the past few weeks.” he explained. “ kinda funny that bucky’s so hung up over his study buddy.” ken laughs. “those two are practically inseparable nowadays. kinda surprised croz ain’t told you two about him yet.”

“wait a damn– fucking crosby!?” john shouted, sitting up and snatching curt’s phone from his hands and glaring at the blonde on screen. “you’re not pullin’ my leg are you, kenny? he’ll hang out with croz, who can hardly fuckin’ function like a normal goddamn person to save his life, but he dodges me like the plague?”

ken held his hand up in mock surrender, eyes widening as bucky yelled at him. “whoa whoa whoa– i dunno details, man, i just know that gale goes to his dorm a lot to do classwork. i’ve hung out with him once- and honestly, i see why they get along. workaholics, the both of them.”

“you're one to talk,” curt mumbled.

“fuckin’ bullshit.” john grunted, tossing the phone back to curt. “ugh.” 

“jesus, johnny, it’s not like they’re fuckin’!” curt laughed as bucky pulled a pillow over his head, chest expanding like he wanted to scream into it. “god, you’re a mess. get it together!”

“yeah, gale doesn’t seem like that type of guy, bucky. they were honest to god talking about work the whole time.”

it doesn’t fuckin’ matter if they were fucking. bucky wanted to say, face burning with anger. they didn’t get it- even if croz fucked gale before him, he didn’t care. he just wanted to know why the hell gale was running from him, avoiding him. he didn’t do a goddamn thing wrong to that stuck up ass blonde bitch for him to be acting like this. 

“i’m goin’ for a walk.” john muttered, tossing away the pillow and slipping on a pair of beat-up shoes that were parked by the bedside. “i’ll be back in a few.”

he slammed the door behind him, rattling the entire wall as he stormed down the hallway.

“way to go, kenny.” 

“what the hell did i do?”

—-----------------

the night was humid and sticky, the evidence that summer was indeed there trickling down his forehead as he strolled around the now-dead campus. there were stories told about this school at night, about how all kinds of things and people would creep around in the eerie darkness that settled over the old buildings. john never believed in things like that- but it didn’t make the lack of noise any less creepy. 

there was nothing. the air was still, not the slightest breeze brushing past him, not the softest rustling of leaves. the moon was nestled between dark clouds, giving a bit of pale light to the otherwise dark field he was in. he heard faint laughter and music from the frat houses he passed, head bobbing along to the steady beat of whatever shitty club music they blared. all the bright lights inside allowed for the shadows of the individuals inside to be seen in the form of pitch-black figures against the glass panes. he allowed his gaze to linger for a bit too long at the window with the silhouette of a couple making out.

briefly, he thought of gale. that should be us. his brain was practically yelling at him, nails indenting into his palms as he saw the outlines of the figures sink lower and lower until they were no longer visible. i should be fucking him right now. 

and crosby, that bastard. study buddies his ass. when was he gonna tell him? never? was he gonna have to wait until he posted a shitty black and white picture on his twitter with the caption ‘my new boyfriend’ ?

he spun on his heel roughly and headed towards the courtyard, the gentle trickling of the fountain filling his ears and making him feel a little less tense. this area was just about the only place that had some goddamn light on campus, even though they were only shitty streetlamps. 

he sat down heavily on the damp stone of the edge of the fountain, listening to the gentle flow of the water as he let his eyes close. his head was still throbbing faintly, in time with his heartbeat. this goddamned headache was the only reason he wasn’t drinking tonight. curt offered him a drink when he came back to their dorm all pissy, but he just mumbled a half-assed no and passed out in his bed for a few hours. when he came to, curt was playing with his hair idly, scrolling on his ridiculously glittery phone.

“wanna talk about it?”

and john, who didn’t have the energy to do anything but be mad at the world, just buried his face in curt’s lap, which gave the shorter man the answer he needed. 

even though curt was a brat at times, he was a good friend. john relied on him more times than he could count for a pick-me-up– which was a little shameful to admit since curt was younger than him, but goddamn, he didn’t care. they leaned on one another- always have. 

he’s been understanding about his feelings towards gale so far, and that’s all he could ask for. hell, he was probably being understanding because he hasn’t been this worked up about a guy since middle school. doesn’t even remember that bastards name, but he does remember bumming at curt’s house, eating the decadent dinner his mom cooked, ranting to him and eventually falling asleep in his bed with tear-stained cheeks. 

this was different though. he was in love with that asshole back then. he isn’t in love with gale.

love meant caring about someone, and as far as caring went, john only cared about what noises gale would make when his dick was buried deep in his guts- or what faces he made when he came, screaming john’s name. other than that, he didn’t give two shits about him or what he did in his spare time. 

his mind wandered back to the party he went to a few days ago with curt again.

he was getting a blowjob from some eager preppy girl in a cluttered bathroom, leaning on the counter and letting his head fall back, alcohol staining his breath.

she was sloppy, drooling and slobbering all over his cock as she swallowed him down her throat, moaning and groaning like it was the best thing she’s ever tasted, his precum drizzling over her tongue.

it just so happened that she was a blonde, hair tied back in a ponytail that bounced every time she bobbed her head. he couldn’t look down at her– all he could think of was gale– what he would look like on his knees, blue eyes watery and wide as he struggled to fit the length of him in his mouth.

he ended up shoving her off and mumbling some excuse about having to go. left her there, on her haunches, confused and horny.

gale was ruining him. maybe curt was right– he just needed to forget about him.

“ get the fuck away from me. ”

then, john heard a voice, a familiar one at that, drifting from the side of one of the dorm buildings. he turned to the source of the noise, only to discover it was dark, thanks to the flickering streetlamp nearby.

when it flickered back on periodically, he could vaguely see two men, heavily encompassed in the shadows of the clouds obscuring the moon.

“oh come on, didja think no one would find out about you, blondie? no real man has a pretty ass face like that,”

“what the fu–”

the sound of something dull dropping to the floor, and a small yelp from that familiar voice. god, why can’t he place it? he stood, quietly striding over into the shadows where the confrontation was taking place. now, he could hear the voices more clearly, and faintly make out the outline of two figures. one of them was buff, probably a dumbass football-laying meathead that thought he was entitled to every hot piece of ass on campus. the other was more slender, hair about shoulder-length.

“i already said no. jesus, does any guy on this campus understand the word no? ”

john froze as his brain finally registered the voice. 

gale.

“this is why trannies like you belong in a goddamn freakshow. thankfully for you, i’m willing to overlook it, jus’ because you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” the sleaze muttered, hand trailing up gale’s waist. 

“don’t touch–”

“you’re lucky. why don’t you jus’ let this happen, hm? or would you rather have the alternative?” his hand trailed lower and lower. “i tell everyone your little secret– have people lining up to beat the hell outta you.”

the larger shadow moved his hand to cup and grope at gale’s crotch. “make this easy for me, huh? go ‘head and drop these for me.”

john’s body fired on all cylinders, rushing forward to tackle the assailant, head clouded with red-hot anger, but gale beat him to the punch.

literally. 

“get the fuck– AWAY FROM ME! ”

gale’s fist collided with the jock’s cheek, making a sickening crack as he stumbled back and fell on his ass, spit and blood splattering on the concrete. it bloomed across the hard surface in a morbidly fascinating little crimson pool, just beside the jock’s feet. gale grabbed his bag and made a run for it, strands of his hair haphazardly strewn across the sharp features of his face. 

time seemed to distort in the very moment gale ran right past him, cheeks wet with tears and hands practically throttling the strap of his bag. he was trembling all over, nearly tripping over his own feet to get as far away from that asshole as possible.

he’d never seen gale with so much utter emotion on his face. it made his heart cinch and his skin crawl, as if he was being flayed. every nerve on his body felt as if it were on fire, a sudden, ceaseless need in the back of his mind to kill this bastard.

bucky turned his attention back to the jock, who was clutching his wet, mottled-purple cheek and spitting out all kinds of slurs and profanities as he staggered back to his feet.

“that stupid tranny! who the hell does she think she is? i’ll fucking–” 

“hey, asshole.”

john was seeing bright red. he doesn’t think he could have stopped himself if he wanted to. he was already approaching him, fists clenched so hard he was sure he’d have bloodied nail marks left behind when he relaxed. he didn’t give the piece of shit a chance to speak again before he was on top of him, punching at his face with a sickly wet crack crack crack.

he was spluttering out something , words drowned out by the blood from his mangled nose pooling into his mouth, and the deafening ring echoing throughout john’s ears. he was writhing something awful below him, desperate to dislodge bucky as he begged him for mercy.

“ please- ”

crack.

“ fuck– stop, i can’t– ”

crack. crack. crack.

his ceaseless squirming finally stopped, his body limp and bloody underneath the buzzing heat of john’s body. he gave a few extra punches for good measure, unable to subdue the burning anger simmering in the pit of his stomach. 

he didn’t bother to check for signs of breathing as he dislodged himself from the limp man below him, chest heaving with each labored breath. he pulled his phone from his pocket, not even fully cognizant as he dialed curt’s number, screen now smeared with wet crimson streaks.

“bucky?”

“need a favor, curtie.” he exhaled, distantly wincing at the persistent throbbing of his tender knuckles. “get the first aid kit ready. ‘m on my way back.”

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[erikahenningsen]

Sneak peak Friday?

Spoilers for chapter nine

“You sound crazy,” Janis tells her when Cady shares her theory. “Regina is not your soulmate. She’s a blood-sucking parasite who will leave you shriveled up and dead when she’s done with you.”

“Like a tsetse,” Cady says.

“Bless you.”

“No,” Cady says. “It’s a fly indigenous to sub-Saharan Africa that feeds on humans and other mammals. They’re notorious for transmitting disease.”

“Exactly.” Janis snaps her fingers. “Regina is like that. And now you have a disease.”

Cady frowns. “No, I don’t.”

“You do,” Janis counters. “She’s burrowed into your brain and has you saying batshit stuff like what if we feel each other’s pain? I’m speaking from experience here, Cady. Learn from me.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Cady admits quietly. “I don’t know how to stop it, though.”

Janis sighs wearily, like a person who has just put down a great load. “You have to stop giving her attention. Stop clapping and she dies.”

“What?” Cady asks, confused.

Janis blinks at her. “Tinkerbell?”

“Who?”

Janis waves a hand. “Never mind. Stop trying to fix her, Cady. You’re only feeding into the insanity.”

[ikimaru]

VR/college AU part 26!

waking up and a confrontation

first | part 25 | part 27 | printed comic

[aakeysmash]

college!sukuna dealing with yuuji’s math homework!! came to me in a dream (aka a conversation with @ffsg0jo)

“There’s no way you’re my brother. You’re too dumb to be related to me by blood.”

Sukuna is sitting dumbfounded at the common dining table with Yuuji’s last math test in his hands. The little boy came running to his room in the afternoon and said he had to talk to him about school, and from the shy tone he used Sukuna knew there was bad news.

Yuuji is in front of him, sniffling and trying to stop the big fat tears threatening to spill from his eyes from running down his chubby cheeks.

“I really tried, ‘Kuna!” He wobbly responds, keeping his head down.

“You tried? Yuuji, you wrote that 6+7 equals 10. Are you fucking serious?” Sukuna deadpans. Then he looks at his mini version with disgust. “And wipe your nose. You’re getting snot all over this table, you’re looking more pathetic by the second.”

Yuuji’s bottom lip quivers as he gets up, trembling legs going over to the cupboard to take a couple of napkins and start cleaning up his mess.

“It’s because Nobara made me believe so! She said everything I can’t count on my fingers must mean it equals 10.”

“And you believed that bit- menace? You’re so fucking gullible. You’re not even 4, you’re 9, dumbass. You should be able to do this shit,” his brother says while his nostrils expand, waving the clipped papers in the air, standing up.

“‘Kuna hel- help meee” Yuuji wails, not being able to contain his cries anymore, trying to hug his big brother’s waist. Sukuna pushes him away and gets his hands in his hair, shaking his head.

“You’re so damn lucky we don’t have parents, because I would’ve sent your ass home right now,” he grits out.

You get in the kitchen to cook dinner a couple of hours later to see Yuuji with a bunch of different sharpie marks on his face.

“I said what’s 5x6, brat!” Sukuna snarls, standing in front of the little boy with a blue sharpie in his hand, arms crossed.

“Twent- twentyeight?” Yuuji says furrowing his eyebrows, looking at the eight fingers he has up.

“NO! 30!” Screams Sukuna, starting to chase his brother around, while the latter runs as fast as he can around the table, also screaming, trying to escape his brother’s fury.

[alenseress]

I think I peaked with this art specifically

[bizkitsnuggets]

10 — what did you do?

m.list

*a bit angst

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YN was waiting patiently for Atsumu to come back. She was sitting like a dog on his bed while the laptop screen illuminated a soft pink lighting in the darkness of his room. The bed, now surrounded by used tissues and snacks, became a personal bird nest for the both of them.

YN was covered in Atsumu’s thick and soft blanket, his scent now hers.

The ticking of the clock fills in the silence, as well as the poor girl’s heart. She didn't have time to think about the reason however, because Atsumu had come in.

She immediately flashes him her angel-like smile and patted the spot next to her. She had to ignore her aching heart, for now. She had to suppress her unclear feelings. Even if she didn't want to.

Atsumu quickly got in the comfort of his blanket with her and pressed the play button on his laptop. The episode started playing, but none of them paid attention to it.

Both parties were sneaking lingering glances at each other, missing the warmth of each other’s touch. Oh, how badly did Atsumu want to hold her. Slowly but surely, he scooted closer to YN.

He inched his hands closer to hers under the blanket, making their pinky intertwine. YN took this as a sign and gently, almost hesitantly, her hand enveloped his, the warmth of their touch growing as Atsumu’s grip tightened gently. The poor girl’s heart was beating so loud, YN wondered if he could hear it.

Atsumu caressed her hand with his thumb, not daring to look at her in the face. This all felt unreal to him. He was known to be a heartthrob, but now, it's his heart that's throbbing with both excitement and nervousness.

YN, on the other hand, couldn't take her eyes off him. As he remained unaware, her gaze travelled over his face with a slow, captivated intensity. Each second seemed to stretch as she absorbed every detail, mesmerised by Atsumu’s features she hadn't noticed yet.

The episode that was playing was long forgotten, the characters' conversation being muffled by the thick air in the room. Atsumu felt her gaze on him, he couldn't just ignore that, could he?

They're eyes locked, and the world seemed to pause around them. Slowly, Atsumu leaned closer, and she mirrored his movement. The air between them crackled with anticipation. As they inched nearer, their breaths mingled, and finally, with a shared, unspoken understanding, their lips met in a tender, lingering kiss.

As their lips parted after the brief kiss, Atsumu immediately felt a wave of regret wash over him. Embarrassment flushed his face as he pulled back, unable to meet YN’s eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with remorse. “I shouldn’t have done that without asking. I... I think it's best if you go.”

YN’s face turned into an expression of shock and confusion. A look of hurt in her eyes. “But—...” she wanted to protest. She wanted to ask why. Why did he kiss her then? Why did he caress her hand?

YN desperately looked for clues in his glistening brown orbs.

A million questions were running through her mind. But she couldn't ask any of them as Atsumu muttered a low, “please…”

With a heavy heart, YN gathered her things and left, leaving him alone with his regret and the lingering memory of the kiss.

notes:

hey guys

dw guys the kids will figure it out 😹🙏

yachi had a crush on yn in freshman year of college.

so sorry if the layout looks poopy :(

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