#. . ˚ . verse — college au

[daisies-daydreams]

Office Hours - Chapter 1 (Professor!Miguel x F!College Student!Reader)

Pairing: Professor!Miguel O’Hara x CollegeStudent!F!Reader Category: Semi-Angst (Smut begins next chapter 😉) Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive Content, Romantic/Sexual Tension Word Count: 1.1k+

Summary: Your grades have been slipping, prompting your physics professor, Miguel O'Hara, to suggest that you see him during his office hours...

A/N: Ahhh I'm so excited to finally post this! I've literally been working on this off and on since I started studying for my exams (aka a long ass time). I hope you all enjoy this roller-coaster of a story! Side Note: This is a college AU. All characters have been aged up.

-> Ch. 2

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

It’s not your fault your physics professor had a body like a Greek god and a voice smoother than silk. Or that he offers you an uncharacteristically kind smile every time you tell him to have a good day. Or that your grades have been slipping because you’ve been getting a little…distracted lately.

“…(Y/N)? (Y/N)?” your name echoed inside your ears. Your friend and classmate, Miles, nudged your arm with his elbow. You shook your head and blinked a few times, your heart sinking when you saw a small smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry, what was the question?” you asked as you turned towards your professor. A few snickers were heard around the lecture hall, causing you to shrink into your seat. Professor O’Hara sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and murmured something under his breath. His large shadow was suddenly over you, his dark eyes meeting yours through his reading glasses. You wanted to shrink even more as he tapped his thick fingers against his taut forearm.

“I asked: what happens when a clock gets closer to the source of gravitation?” he questioned, his voice husked as he leaned forward ever so slightly. You felt your face heat up as you eyed his parted, plump lips. You swallowed thickly.

“U-Um…time becomes slower?” you said hesitantly. Your professor's eyes softened as he leaned back.

“Correct,” he replied with a small grin. Your head perked up just as he turned to walk back to his desk. “As (Y/N) said, time becomes slower. Now, gravitational time dilation…” his voice began to trail off as you observed the way his muscles flexed beneath his tight-fitting sweater. You quickly shifted your gaze back to your dim laptop screen, biting your bottom lip all the while.

The rest of class was a tug-of-war of attention, your mind shifting like sand between fantasy and reality. The knowing stares and occasional nudges from Miles didn’t help much, either.

“Alright, that’s it for today’s lesson. Any questions?” he asked. The room was dead silent. The massive man at the front of the room scanned his audience before sighing. “Okay, then. Please have Module 6 done by midnight tomorrow,” Professor O’Hara said. Everyone shifted out of their chairs as they began to pack up. You rubbed your eyes before sliding your laptop into your bag.

“A little distracted during class today?” Miles nudged again while wiggling his brows. You rolled your eyes as you slung your bag over your shoulder.

"You're worse than Hobie, I swear," you groaned. He chuckled as the two of you began to make your way out of the room.

“(Y/N),” your professor called. You instantly froze in place, your feet stuck to the floor like velcro. You slightly turned your face to see Professor O'Hara leaning against his desk.

“Yes, Professor O’Hara?” you asked. He tilted his head down slightly, the rims of his spectacles catching the dim lighting of the room.

“A word,” he continued, motioning you to come towards him with his index finger. Your cheeks filled with heat as Miles leaned over.

“Good luck,” your friend snickered. You shot him a deadly glare before he chuckled and walked into the hallway. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned around and shuffled forward, desperately trying to keep any illicit thoughts from clawing their way to the front of your mind. Professor O’Hara gazed at you with half-lidded eyes as he tilted his head to the side, his knuckles paling against the edge of his wooden desk.

“(Y/N), I'm starting to become concerned about your performance in this class,” he said. You looked up, your heart racing beneath your goose-bump ridden chest.

“Sir?” you asked. Your professor’s brows scrunched together before he took off his glasses and folded them on the neck of his sweater.

“You’re smart, (Y/N). We both know that,” he spoke. Your cheeks felt hot as your chest grew tight.

“Thank you, Professor O’Hara,” you said. His shoulders relaxed a little.

“Call me Miguel," he murmured as he flashed you a small smile. Your breath stuttered.

"Oh, um, thank you...Miguel," you squeaked, his name feeling unfamiliar as it fell from your lips. Your professor hummed as he pushed himself off the desk. Your mouth grew dry as he lumbered towards you, his body soon within a mere foot from yours.

"I’ve been noticing your attention during class has been slipping lately,” he stated. You felt like you were floating as you felt his hot breath fall across your face, your eyes glued to the way his Adam's apple bobbed. “Hey, look at me...please,” he said sternly. You shook your head and focused on his eyes. His features were soft despite his firm tone, his body leaning slightly towards you.

“(Y/N), I don’t want to see you fail because I know you’ve worked too hard to get this far,” he explained with a gentle tone. Your heart felt like it was going to explode at his words combined with his tender, caring eyes. You clenched and unclenched your hands.

“I-I understand,” you said. Professor O’Hara leaned back, his gaze glued to your lips before he shifted them back to your eyes.

“Good. Now, I recommend that you come see me during my office hours where I can personally review the material with you,” he explained. Your heart stopped at the thought of being alone with him. You swallowed thickly and nodded.

“T-That sounds good,” you replied. The corner of his eyes crinkled ever so slightly.

“Will tomorrow at 6 PM work for you?” he asked, tilting his head to the side a little as he looked down at you. You parted your lips as you squeaked out a quiet “yes”. He nodded.

“Good,” he replied. You could've sworn you saw him wink as he pulled his jacket over his wide shoulders, though you quickly dismissed it as a result of sleep deprivation. Even still, your core began to swell with heat as you watched his thick, deft fingers graze over his buttons.

“Oh, and one more thing…is there anything in particular you find distracting during class?” he asked, the corners of his mouth curved a little more into a smirk than a simple grin. You felt all color drain from your face as you clutched the bottom of your shirt.

“Just some...personal things,” you muttered. You could feel his gaze intensify, shining against you like the heat of the sun.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” he apologized. You waved your hand.

“No, no, it’s okay,” you flushed. He cracked a small grin: such a simple gesture that quickly unraveled you from the inside out.

“Right,” he hummed before moving back to his desk. You shuffled in place as you lingered in the threshold of the lecture hall.

“Could you move a little to the left, please?” he chuckled, his husky voice snapping you out of your thoughts. You blinked a few times before looking into his deep, brown eyes.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you took a step over. Miguel grinned again as he took a step forward. You raised your brows when he suddenly paused and turned towards you. You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as he took a step forward, causing your back to become flush with the wall. Your breath hitched as he cupped your cheek with his massive, warm hand.

"This can't be real," you thought as your eyes widened. But the feeling of his palm against your cheek told you this was very much your reality. You sighed as you mindlessly leaned into his touch. He leaned forward as he smoothed his calloused thumb over your skin.

“(Y/N), I-"

“U-Um, Professor O’Hara?” a voice piped up. He rolled his head over as his hand immediately fell to his side. You shuffled awkwardly as the student's gaze shifted between the two of you.

“What?” he asked, his tone having a noticeable edge to it. The other student swallowed before tugging on the strings of their backpack.

"I-I had some questions about today's lecture," they said. Miguel clenched his jaw.

"My office will be open in thirty minutes. You can come ask me then," he replied curtly. They nodded before scurrying away, leaving the two of you alone once more. Your heart stopped as he leaned in, his lips brushing over your ear.

"Remember, 6 PM tomorrow," he husked. You bit your lip and nodded as he leaned back. You shuddered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Professor?"

Miguel rolled his eyes and groaned quietly.

"Sí," he called as another student hovered in the doorway. They came inside before asking him a million questions in a matter of five seconds. Miguel blinked before gazing over at you and tilting his head towards the door. You gave him a small smile before hurrying outside, your heart glowing more than ever as you made your way back to your dorm.

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“So, how was your ‘talk’ with Old Man O’Hara,” Hobie smirked. You scoffed and poked at your dinner with a fork. Miles and Pav were “busy” playing a video game as the rest of you lounged around your living room.

“Hobie, don’t be gross,” your roommate, Gwen, playfully flicked his arm as she slid onto the couch next to you.

“Yes, mum,” he sang. Your friend simply shook her head as she tossed some popcorn into her mouth.

“He’s not that old…” you muttered. Miles immediately turned his head while Hobie burst out into laughter.

“So you do have something for the geezer,” the Brit said while wiggling his brows.

“OHHH! I KNEW IT!” Pav beamed excitedly as he quickly paused the game and spun around to meet your gaze. Your face grew hot as everyone’s eyes suddenly glued onto you. You took a deep breath.

“Migu-Professor O’Hara is my instructor. Nothing more,” you said with a firm nod. All the guy’s exchanged glances before turning back to you.

“What?” you asked in an annoyed tone.

“Oh, come on,” Miles sighed.

“It’s so obvious!” Pav said innocently. You grumbled as you threw your head back and ran your hands down your face.

“Is it really?” you groaned. Everyone chuckled.

“Yeah,” Miles shrugged. You shook your head, glancing down at your plate.

“He’s like thirty-something. He’s not that old...” you muttered.

“So about ten years is your limit?” Hobie asked. You snatched a piece of popcorn from Gwen’s bowl and chucked it at one of his wicks.

“Hey!” she frowned. Hobie gave a wry grin as he plucked it from his hair before locking eyes with you. He smirked as he slid it past his plump lips and slowly chewed it. You narrowed your eyes as the Brit swallowed it with an audible gulp. Your cheeks flushed as you scoffed.

“Okay, I'm done with this conversation," you replied as you held up your hands. Hobie chuckled before quickly shifting his attention to Gwen. They began to talk about their next band practice while Miles and Pav went back to playing their game.

Meanwhile, your mind began to drift as you anxiously wondered what tomorrow would bring...

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[yuwuta]

peds surgeon yuuta??? u cant say things like that i need to jump. the cartoons, the glasses, of course his freaky ass would have a thing for u calling him doctor okkotsu i need to die id wanna tease him sm and be all over him but i cant think of anything if its in a hospital how did the greys anatomy ppl made it work?

the grey’s doctors were FREAKS LMFAOO bc there is not space to be doing all that in the on call rooms…. honestly yuuta is probably too busy to even try anything with you in the hospital 90% of the time… he’s either in surgery or buried in the research library or falling asleep standing up 😭 sometimes you two pass each other in an empty stairwell and have time for a kiss or two, but never more than that (also because yuuta has very little self-restraint when it comes to you… if he allowed himself more than that, then it would be much harder to stop…) 

sometimes the two of you will fall asleep in the same on call room. yuuta will page you there and by the time you arrive he’s already half asleep, it’s probably his only nap in the last 24 hours, so you do your best not to wake wake him when you cuddle up next to him. you get a few hours of bliss in his arms before his pager is waking the both of you up, and he’s got to scurry downstairs to the peds floor and in his hurry he doesn’t realize he’s snagged your lab coat instead of his own, and it’s only when he’s haphazardly slipped it on and the arms are too short and the shoulders are too tight that he figures it out. it’s too late by then, because gojo is the attending on this case which means he doesn’t miss anything, which means he’s the first to giggle and tease, poking at your name embroidered above the breast pocket, “oh? i didn’t know the two of you got married already! oh and you took her last name, how noble, yuuta!~” 

[adriaue]

Might post a coloured version tomorrow but have this for now! - doodles while im working on my bigger Gabriel drawing (below)

[holy-puckslibrary]

here's everything i published in the month of OCTOBER.

˗ˏˋ main masterlist ˎˊ˗

★ THE ONE (18+) 

pairing — fwb!ANDREI SVECHNIKOV x reader wc — 8k synopsis — the reader is andrei's favorite girl, but she isn't his only. for awhile, the arrangement was comfortable. he'd show up whenever he was in town, they'd fuck, and then he'd leave. rinse and repeat. so how will andrei react when their routine comes to a screeching halt?

★ CLANDESTINE (18+) 

pairing — dbf!SIDNEY CROSBY x reader wc — 4.5k synopsis — when sidney catches the owner’s daughter hooking up with a rookie during a swanky event, he feels compelled to save an old friend some embarrassment. reminding showing her what a real man can do is just a bonus.

— INAUGURAL SLUMBER PARTY  tags: #oct 23 // #lights camera action

★ sharing is caring deets series masterlist

★ thoughts/feelings re: kinktober

★ lucky charm hidden object teaser game

★ re-visiting cameo and the remaster series masterlist

— 1989 (GRACE'S VERSION) tags: #1989 (grace's version) // #1989 (GV)

★ TRACK ONE — OUT OF THE WOODS (quinn hughes) the crush verse masterlist

★ TRACK TWO — THIS LOVE (erik johnson) the nanny verse masterlist

★ TRACK THREE — I KNOW PLACES (sidney crosby) the sugar sugar verse masterlist

→ next month’s round-up 

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[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Taming the Bull - Snippet

A/N: so this is a snippet of my college AU of Miguel x Reader, Reader x Gabriel, the love triangle thingy. I just thought this was so funny teeheehee!

You get into the car, heart throbbing painfully in your chest. You lay your head against the steering wheel, fighting the urge to breakdown. This is all too much. You long to be with Miguel, but by being with him, you hurt Gabriel.

Besides, Miguel has been with nearly every woman on campus. What if wanted another notch in his belt? All his sweet, tooth rotting words...what if they're a ploy to get you into bed?

You sniffle, straightening up and pulling out of the parking lot. A little drive around the city wouldn't hurt. Maybe go visit the beach. You're driving through the parking lot when a large body throws themselves onto the hood of your car with a loud thunk. You scream, slamming on the break.

"Miguel?" you say in shock, rolling down the window. "What the hell are you doing!"

Miguel places his large hands on the windshield, brown eyes staring into your face with burning determination.

"I'm not giving up on you! I meant what I said! I want to be with you! It's always been you!" Miguel yells. He speaks the absolute truth. "I know I've been an ass, and I'm trying to change. You are who I want!"

"Miguel, get off of my car, or I'm driving off with you on it," you snarl, slamming your horn.

He hardly flinches at the blaring horn. "No! You need to know how much I want to be with you."

You glare at him and press on the gas pedal, tearing through the parking lot. Miguel holds on for dear life, but he doesn't break his gaze. "Please, you have to believe me!"

"I'm not listening to you!"

You pull onto the street and drive down the busy streets.

"You're the one I want to be with. You're the one I want. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Because you've slept with nearly every woman here! Besides, aren't you the same one who told Gabriel that you just wanted to sleep with me?"

Miguel grinds his teeth. Damn him brother. "I did say that, but that's before we reconnected. Your the kindest person I've ever met. You stop to allow ducks to cross the street. You help tutor others. You take the time to talk to random strangers if they look just a little sad!"

You continue to drive, heading to the beach. People give you strange looks with Miguel on the hood of your car, but right now, you can give two shits.

"You think I don't pay attention to the little things you do, but I catch on! You hug any pillow to hide your beautiful body. You cover your mouth when you laugh. When you get passionate about something, your eyes light up and you don't care how loud or excited you get, and god fucking damnit, that's fucking cute!"

"You don't mean that! Just shut up!"

"I do! I mean it!" Miguel's face is smushed into the glass, his body swinging back and forth against the hood, but he holds on tightly. "You're the one I want to be with!"

"No I'm not!"

You head down the winding road to the beach, driving through the sand towards the water. "I swear I will drive into the fucking ocean! Leave me alone!"

"No! Because you need to know how much I care about you!"

"Man, fuck you!"

You drive straight into the water, and both you and Miguel have to trudge out of waters and back to shore.

[preet-01]

My feed was filled with pictures of Daniel during the post-quali media and this happened. So hope you guys enjoy!!!

With the fundraiser set for late fall/early winter, a car wash had been impractical. Not to mention that Daniel had threatened a boat load of pranks that Seb quite frankly did not want to deal with during midterms time.

So in a moment of unmatched brilliance, he proposed a kissing booth. It didn’t have to be on the quad, they could set it up in the student center of Daniel was so averse to the cold. And to be completely honest, they’d probably raise a lot more money with $1 pecks on the cheek and $5 kisses than they would at the usual car wash fundraiser. After all, a lot more people wanted to kiss Daniel than they had cars. (Though that hadn’t stopped people in past years from bringing wheelbarrows, bicycles, and any other wheeled thing just to see Daniel shirtless, in tiny shorts, and wet with sudsy water. Plus there were other guys from the frat there too, but Daniel had been the main attraction.)

“It better be in a warm place,” Daniel says when the booth is proposed. The others echo their support for Daniel’s demand, after last fall semester’s car wash fundraiser none of them had been ecstatic about spending hours in the cold air.

The rest of the meeting is spent making a schedule for who would be manning the booth during the day. It would be on a Thursday — when Daniel was the only person in the frat to not have a class. Though he had been spending a lot of his Thursdays helping Professor Button with his latest research project.

“Can you stay all day, Dan?” Seb questions.

“I know what you’re doing Vettel,” Daniel says with narrowed eyes but ultimately agrees to stay at the booth the entire day. “I want the nicest room when we have spring formal,” he demands as compensation. Not too hard of a task to be honest.

The others, who aren’t in a relationship, agree to join Daniel for two hour sessions.

____

If Daniel hadn’t been offered fair compensation for his efforts, he probably would be angrily grumbling about all the effort he had to put into kissing just about everyone that walked by. Rick, his companion for the past hour, had barely kissed more than three people. In comparison, Daniel had kissed three people in just four minutes. Rick was a good looking guy, he wasn’t the hottest in the frat, but he was conventionally attractive.

“How much have we made?” Rick questions as Daniel slips another $5 bill into the lockbox.

“Uh close to $470,” Daniel replies. The booth had only been open for about three hours now and they’d raised more money than the last car wash fundraiser they did.

“Mr. President!” Daniel cheers when he sees Lewis step up to the kissing booth. When Lewis had been elected frat president, there was only one way that Daniel could greet him every time he saw him. The running joke between them had somehow led to Daniel doing his best Marilyn Monroe singing happy birthday to JFK impression.

“Dan,” Lewis greets before greeting Rick.

“Care to donate to save the honeybees?” Daniel asks. Lewis pulls out a crisp $10 bill and slips it into the lockbox himself.

“A kiss for now and a kiss for later,” Lewis explains just before expectantly turning to Daniel.

“Throw in another $20 and well you know,” Daniel says, not really expecting Lewis to agree, but he does and pulls out the $20. Lewis kisses him for a full minute and promises to see him tonight before leaving for his next class.

“What’s the you know for?” Rick questions and Daniel just raises his eyebrow. Everyone in the frat knew that Daniel and Lewis would occasionally hook up and the two loved playing games with one another. “Wait, really??? I thought that was just some prank that Seb was trying to pull on us.”

Oh right, Rick was newly initiated and had not yet seen Lewis and Daniel’s hook ups or the games that preceded them. “The President is the best fuck in the frat,” Daniel says.

“Mr. Ricciardo,” a familiar voice says. They turn around to see Jenson — well Professor Button — standing there.

“Professor!” Daniel says, he’s sure he’d texted Jenson that he wouldn’t be able to make it to their usual meeting due to a frat fundraiser. So he couldn’t be pissed about that. Was it the… oh he’d be paying for that come next Thursday. Hopefully his punishment would be of the spanking variety and not the orgasm delay variety. “Would you like to donate to our fundraiser? It’s for the bees. $1 for a peck, $5 for a kiss,” Daniel questions. He’s curious to see what Jenson will do.

“It would be highly inappropriate to kiss a student, Mr. Ricciardo, but I will donate $5 for the cause,” Jenson says, “and I expect you to be early next Thursday, there are some… articles I need you to go through.” With that Jenson is gone. Kissing a student would have definitely been more appropriate than whatever it was that Jenson’s planning for next Thursday.

The next couple of hours are very boring if you ask Daniel. He’s kissing or giving pecks to whoever stops by. A group of freshmen keep coming back to the booth to get pecks and one of them is bold enough to get a kiss. And he’s avoiding people’s attempts to flirt. He’s just going through the motions until Max Verstappen appears in front of him. They have a political philosophy class together this semester. While Max was very prickly with most other people in the class due to their “very stupid thoughts,” he lit up around Daniel.

“Hiya, Maxy Taxi,” Daniel greets, happy to see a familiar face. “Come to support the honeybees?” He inquires.

“Sure,” Max replies. Instead of $5, max pulls out a $20. “You have been kissing people for a minute when they give $5, so a $20, of course, would mean 4 minutes of kissing,” he says.

“Yeah, I suppose,” Daniel hadn’t really been keeping track of how long he was kissing everyone, but Max was rarely wrong in class so he must be right.

Max’s lips are just as soft as they look. And like he does in class, Max takes the lead with no hesitation. He’s got a hand in Daniel’s curls and the other on his cheek as they kiss. Well technically make out because the amount of tongue is significantly higher than it had been with other people he’d kissed during the day.

If he’s breathless and chasing for more, then no one has to know except him and Max. “Do you want to get dinner after class tomorrow?” Max questions. Daniel, still dazed and wanting more, just nods. Dinner sounded great.

By the end of the day, they raised over $1000 which was much more than the car washes they’d done had ever raised. The honeybees better be grateful.

[vermillioncrown]

This is going to be a huge post because you've picked up so much of what we put down I'm just 🥰🥹

@sunshinerotting replied to your post “(@rozaceous) dpnf ch 11: housebroken”:

will be rereading immediately but i love your guys’ characters very much and the way you write the canon characters makes so much sense. the way the people in that house interact with each other is so interesting to me because if tim was actually the normal boy he thinks he is the entire balance would be thrown off. no one else could’ve done what he does in that dynamic. they’re like a jigsaw puzzle to me. i have more thoughts give me a sec

thank you so much! roz and i keep joking that this fic is now an au of an au of an au of an au... and on and on, and then it's like. what makes this still a fic and not a fully original setting and work? we had to sell readers on a lot, that these characters (outside of our SIs) were still some flavor of canon. especially, "who is the core of tim drake?" and yeah, he's so not fucking normal. but he's not obviously wacky, either.

​out of order now i don’t remember chapter numbers: when jason showed up like a huge asshole i texted my friend about it. very much “he WOULD fucking do that but by god is it PISSING ME OFF” and it was!! love that genuinely. might not be what was intended but i do think he IS odd and sad and unable to move through the cycle of grief fully enough to show back up like a haunting and not expect it to get to allie like that. zero ability to understand how loved he is. 10/10 more...

GAH to know you texted abt our fic!!!! 🥹🥹🥹 best praise tbh. and the second sell: how is jason an asshole but worth rooting for later? or at least, allowed into the enclosure lol. we might not have had it summarized as neatly as you did, but roz and i are in full agreement you Read jason here. that's exactly what we wanted, that's so much of what we take from his character in various canons.

allie reminds me of a bobcat which feels weird to say but she’s so nonthreatening outwardly and she minds her business but the second someone steps in on her people it’s like Oh. oh right. teeth and claws. when jason showed back up i felt so much for her. there was no way for her to move. korvin acts in ways similar to me, which i will examine on my own time and not in your comments. i do love how everyone in this house has their own preferred flavor of Avoidance

you also have such a read on allie, i love it. i'll leave her to roz but i'll say my piece that i sometimes get bummed that korvin's so obviously wacky + a lot of gender stuff at play (the audience/demographic of ff readers, we live in a society and all that) that make more ppl focus on korvin over allie whereas they're both equally wack. and korvin's behavior makes the most sense when taken as a convoluted male re-socialization of someone initially female-socialized but rewarded in a male-dominated space. AND both of them are AuDHD, word of god putting that out there. add on the isekai brainworms, and yeah, isekai is just an extended analogy for masking → hence the different flavors of avoidance

tim is somehow the most well-adjusted in this regard, before jason shows up maybe, and thats so crazy. tim drake. Tim Drake ????comparatively well-adjusted to anyone ??? i know i’m forgetting something so i’ll come back but writing that down genuinely through me off a little bit. lol

you also recognize that jason ranks above tim in "well-adjusted" here, god, how does it feel to be so correct. and tim is well-adjusted here! he's never had to be a vigilante! but he's also much lonelier than in canon. something that made retrospective sense while we were writing is that he fell out of liking ball sports (despite not being a desk nerd) is that...who does he have to enjoy them with in this au?

threw not through. anyway I FORGOT ABOUT RUTABAGA. I AM SO SORRY RUTABAGA. the amount of love between the characters is so important to me bc it’s always there no matter how fucked the bats are about showing it normally. the brownstone does end up feeling like a safe space like it somehow feels so easy most of the time and then when tangential forces (sorry dick) show up it’s like the air changes. but allie and korvin and tim all have such Personalities its insane it works out like that.

RUTIE BEST GIRL, forgiven lol. YES YES YES there is so much love and it's like, the love doesn't stop you from doing the work. the bats are so fucked up, and we only get a glimpse of dick and korvin's relationship where you can see the maladapted consequences on both of their parts, dick not being fully equipped to "raise" korvin and korvin wanting to be easy/convenient for dick. and korvin's deep-seated not-abandonment issues tied with family and cultural trauma/burden.

(i still stand by the "good older brother dick grayson" tag, he's just. oh there's a lot. if you read between the lines there's so much being implied for TPAC)

but having allie in this 'verse, allie and korvin together ground each other. that's why they're so co-dependent in the beginning (it's healthier at the end), that's why they still had the wherewithal to seek an outside friend, and yes, that is why the brownstone is like that. their place that they made with their own hands.

obviously jason was an issue initially (it felt redundant to write that sentence) but he’s such a necessary part of them by being 1) necessary to allie and 2) the catalyst allie and korvin needed to end up where they are. i do think ppl that important to each other need one big unavoidable conflict to avoid stagnation like obviously he was a necessary part of the story but he was a Necessary Part Of The Story. does this make sense?? four strand braid.

AND YES DUDE you literally. we were writing this and we had the vibe, but we literally did not articulate it to each other until the very end that jason's actually necessary to make all of them normal. i love everything you're saying about needing one unavoidable conflict to resolve. he is part of a four strand braid. it's so strong. it's critical. korvin still finds jason annoying and vice versa. and yet they'd both say the household contains all of them by the end.

i just like that they start off alone and end up together. that’s my thing. jigsaw puzzle. polycule of all time. i can’t think of a way in which another person would ever get that close to them the dynamics are so perfect to me. every need is accounted for. its like a perfect little box in my mind. i think thats it for now lol i’m happy you guys write together. not just bc i love it but also bc it’s so clear u guys have fun doing it and that makes me happy <3

WE MADE IT. it's one thing to prescribe "hey guys this is a polycule" but selling it? the logistics of a polycule? not so easy, and it has to be tailored to the situation and characters. not all of them are romantically/sexually involved, nor do they have straight-forward relationships (hence, qpr), so having you say it fits and they seem seamless is like. top tier praise. coherence, it's everything we've aimed for.

thank you for all of your thoughts! we do have tons of fun and that's why we love sharing what we have! and we hope to keep doing projects like this, or we'll just be at each other's side while we work on our individual fics.

[inheritantroyalty]

@biiigtime sent ; [FLIRTING] the sender flirts with a third person while making sure the receiver can see. college au

cody’s standing in the corner jaw clenched with a drink in hand, eyes practically burning a hole into becky and whatever boy she was busy talking to. the whole just friends thing between them had began to fade by now, yet still they weren’t a couple. no labels they said. and he’d still be filled to the brim with jealousy whenever somebody else was in the picture. at first he had no issue, they just slept together, seen different people and that was about the height of it. not anything he wasn’t already used to.

now it bothered him whenever somebody else tried their luck with her and he was quickly losing interest in any girl that tried it with him. he was attached, no doubt about it and and it felt so weird to go from someone heartless to someone developing feelings. “ hey, who’s this? ” with zero shame he walked right up to the pair, letting his arm rest over the back of her shoulder as he stared directly at the guy “ looks like you’re having a great time ” his tone was nothing but fake and sarcastic, pushing his point across without starting any sort of conflict “ i think you should go ”

[coyotetatertot]

Promotional for Tate's company in my interp of A Better World AU.

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God, I love exploring what he can do if he hadn't suffered through his father abandoning them and then YEARS of caretaker burnout as he tried in vain to heal his dad. What if he hadn't learned to fear his intellect and skill. What if Appalachia hadn't been cut out of him by being raised in the Bay Area. What if his abilities and cultural identity were both nurtured and encouraged by loving parents and a strong educational support system. What then. 👁️

I think he definitely still has his issues, because public figures often do lol. Fame causes so many problems. But fuck if I don't wanna let this lil scruffy genius out of his mental cage of repression, burnout, and depression. I think he's wild, enthusiastic, and has so much heart and spirit underneath all those layers of bullshit. 30 years of suffering and he is in his 30s, the divergence of the AU puts him on a radically different path from childhood and that makes him a TOTALLY new person.

On the highest peaks in the world, the strongest tethers aren't your rope, but the emotional ties which unite your climbing team and keep you connected to those waiting for you back home. Whether it's by blood or by choice, Tater Higgs McGucket understands the importance of family. Son of revolutionary inventor and co-founder of the Institute of Oddology Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, Tate describes his father as his closest friend, collaborator, and mentor. In collaboration with family friend and other co-founder of the Institute Stanford ("Ford") Pines, the three first designed their renowned supplemental oxygen delivery system after an expedition studying anomalies in the Himalayas.

"Our investigation took us to Camp 1 of Manaslu," Tate described in an exclusive interview with Mountaineering Monthly last week, "And I was shocked by the amount of traffic. This was some of the roughest terrain on the planet, but we saw more people out there than on some of my hiking trips back home in Oregon. . . Ford was our interpreter, and after talking with the locals, we realized that there were all these companies selling tickets to the top — with sherpas puttin' themselves on the line just to ferry tourists to the summit."

The influx of inexperienced climbers has had disastrous consequences, as Tate witnessed firsthand. "A lot of these people, they're physically and mentally capable of makin' that kinda climb, but maybe they don't follow best practice. You can summit without any oxygen, if ya stop and acclimatize along the way. But that takes a while, so it can be really temptin' to ignore your body and throw an oxygen bandaid at the problem. But then you're puttin' yourself in an emergency situation if it fails. While we were there, one of those climbers ran out, and a sherpa had to run more oxygen up there. I told him there was a storm a-comin', but he went up anyway. And we ended up losin' 'em both."

Tate's growing twang was underscored by a nervous bouncing of his leg, and he took a moment to collect himself before resuming the interview.

"Dad and I had a look at these open circuit breathing apparatuses. While they were reliable, we saw they were plum wasteful. Knew we could make somethin' better. There's a growin' culture of risk-takin' 'round them mountains. And maybe we cain't stop the industry that's causin' these problems, but we can at least make it safer for them climbers. 'Cuz at the end of the day, regardless of what ya think about these people? With an accident like that, there’s people left behind that're a-hurtin' somethin' fierce. Partners, friends, kids without parents. I mean, just the thought of losin' my dad like that is enough to break my heart — but that's reality, for both the families of that climber and the sherpa who died tryin' to save him. . . Naw, I reckon we can do better."

That was how the youngest McGucket, who had become a household name in the 1990s for his work in designing personal computers with his father's company, first ventured into the world of alpinism. But what he hadn't expected was to fall in love during the process.

"I always needed nature," he explained, "I get overstimulated awfully easy, and so I go out there to clear my head. Been hikin' and fishin' since I was a kid. . . And so, after workin' with climbers to test this equipment — I saw a lot of them eight-thousanders up close, right? And one day, I just knew I had to see it from the top."

But having become familiar with the dangers involved, Tate knew that preparing himself for such a climb would be no easy task.

Luckily, he found a trainer in Ford's twin brother, Stanley Pines.

“Stanley is a stand-up guy. Real old school. Throws a hell of a punch, catches a hell of a catfish.” Tate said of his mentor, “He’s a fighter. So I knew I needed him, because all it takes is one slip up or act of god for these expeditions to turn life-or-death. And he’s been great. Neither of us knew much about rock climbin’ or mountaineering before all this. But we’ve learned together. And having summited a few eight-thousanders now, I can tell ya, I wouldn’t be here without his help.”

Also aiding in his expeditions were his prototype real-time weather and vital monitoring systems, which have since become standard issue in all McGucket brand protective wear. But Tate is most proud of his high-frequency beacon system, which allows climbers to communicate with their partners and first responders — even from inside perilous crevasses.

"The danger of avalanche or serac collapse is real. There are times when your life just ain’t in your own hands. Our systems allow climbers to communicate when they’re entering or exiting a perilous area, and can send out an SOS. They’re also constantly pinging, so in the event somethin’ does happen, they’ll help your climbing partners or first responders find you.”

But high altitudes aren’t the only place you’ll find the twin peaks of McGucket Mountaineering. Tate’s inventions have seen heavy use by first responders of all stripes, from firefighters to wilderness search and rescue — and he has recently signed a contract to manufacture respirators for medical use.

"At the end of the day, it’s all about making it home safely.” Tate concluded, “You gotta prioritize what matters most. You can do incredible things in this world, but none of it matters if you can’t share them with the people who love you.”

[angeldustthewhore]

The AU that lives in my head rent free:

Hazbin Hotel College AU

Set in modern times where Angel Dust goes to college in a different state rather than joining the family business and Charlie and Vaggie are his guidance counselors, desperately trying to set him on the right path. Charlie becomes increasingly more exasperated every passing day.

Husk is the hot teacher that is always showing up to class hungover and isn't at all interested in his advances. They may or may not form a relationship outside of the classroom later on.

Alastor teaches an anthropology class about cannibalism throughout human history and/or witchcraft and always has the radio in his classroom set to an old timey station. Everyone is convinced that he is actually a cannibal.

Pen is Angel's roommate in the campus dorms. His major is something like Chemical or Mechanical Engineering. They butt heads a lot at first, but then slowly grow to be best buds.

Niffty and Cherri are also students, living in the girl's dorms and Niffty has a job on campus as a custodian (fancy word for janitor).

Emily, Adam, and Lute are a part of the fucking Campus Crusade and they have so much fucking beef that it's damn near an Arby's.™️ (Except Emily, she's an actual angel who wouldn't fight anyone and we love her for it.) Sera is the teacher in charge of the club.

Vox teaches a media studies class of some kind.

Angel of course ends up working at a strip club part time (owned by Valentino) to pay his way through college and he brags about being a stripper all the time, lol.

[biiigtime]

@inheritantroyalty said: " can you come over ? i need your help with something. " | college au

" hm ? " they don't usually talk in class. the whole friends with benefits thing didn't exactly have ' rules, ' per say, but this felt like one they just didn't have to talk about. at least, that's the way becky saw it. but with him now standing right next to her, watching her pick all her things up to leave, she guesses she can throw that idea out the window. finally, slings the strap of her backpack over her shoulder, looks up at him with a slight smile on her face. " sure, " teasingly adds, " do i get to know what it is, or do i have to come over to find out ? " okay, maybe he can talk to her in class whenever he wants to.

[byeolyeou]

the omega grits his teeth a little , rolling his neck as he waits for the group ahead of him to cross the street . a couple of the alphas had been giving him looks , and chan isn't in the mood to play off their advances . he decides to change directions , and turns on his heel to round the corner instead - stepping into a busy cafe to get something to nibble on .

@divcrse

[tosxah]

xx | @nagareboshiko

It felt like forever until the door finally opened and just when it was he was met with a odd looking telescope? From the light in the hall way he could see the lense which was just an odd colourful glass dome cut like a gem. Ohh a klaido-thingy.

Beyond it though, he could see his Lumine and a line of droll on her chin. That was cute. Before he could say anything he was yanked into the apartment and he must say he felt relieved. Knowing his luck someone might have seen him already....

Her concern made his heart feel elated which is probably the wrong thing to feel in this situation. He let her pull him down, look over his face. Ajax reached for her hands, holding them to comfort her. "I'm fine, it's not mine." He kept his voice low, aware he didn't want to wake her room mate. The man swallowed thickly, annoyed he was dragging her into this but not sure where to turn. Kaeya had gone back to visit his brother, despite his ability to chat about anything and his ability to know way too much, he could keep a secret when it suited him. He wasn't particularly close to his class or team mates. "I'm sorry I just need a favour from you." Eyes earnest, the blue so dull it was almost a dark grey, poured into her honey hues that practically glowed in the dark. "Can I stay with you tonight? And if anyone asks can you say I was here the whole night?" Ajax cupped her face continuing, he spoke matter-of-factly, rather than in a panic, "I came back to yours with food and some drinks at like 10pm- which is fine right? Mona usually comes back from work then goes straight to sleep? We stayed up, we studied, we made out, we went to sleep." He caught the sight of his tshirt, the hem near his waist had blood. He let go of her face to stare down at this clothes, "shit... do you still have the clothes I left here last time? I'll need to get rid of these." He kept explaining, without explaining. Kept thinking about the next things that had to be done.

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A medieval fantasy au with a kick of black magic. Shinichi, the Royal Inspector, shrunk into Conan, and Kaito is assigned to be his guard while he continues his work.

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An canon-divergent au where Conan ultimately decided with staying as he was and Kaito continues pursuing his efforts as Kaitou Kid. Kaito has introduced his civilian self to Conan.

The stage in their relationship differ depending on their age; comics will differentiate the dynamics a bit better.

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I jokingly asked my long time crush to be friends with benefits, and so we are? but not really??!! or the FWB au

Kaishin in college; they’re both dumb and oblivious; Kaito started as a joke and there they are, whoops.

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[quietlyblooms]

while i'm messing with chiyo's verses page, i'm retiring her college and high school verses. you can still request them if you want, but as it stands, i never use them bc i prefer to write chiyo in her main verse if i'm not indulging in a fandom or something else. and since her page is getting lengthy, i'd prefer to make some room uvu

[grievedifferent]

miles: is convinced josh’s family has some insane industry connections to likely something dark and seedy, even ritualistic, thus is constantly trying to get the scoop, borderline harassing the washington family and also all of their friends

waylon: having to explain to miles why he isn’t invited to hang out anymore