#CollegeAU

[cheescheesy]

part 3 of my college au 📚

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College AU (pt.2) Ominis is a pretty rich boy 💸💙

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[myahfig4]

Helppppp! Can someone help me find this one Gojo fic, it was a one-shot, it was a high-school turned college where Satoru had a crush on reader and then he folded this piece of paper that said "I'm going to marry you one day" but reader never opened it she just put it in her bag, and then as the final year of hs finished Satoru said he and reader should be roommates since they're attending the same college, then there 3rd roommate is geto, and then during college, the 3 of them plus some ncp girls are playing a game, and geto dared gojo to kiss the girl he wants to marry the most, so gojo kissed reader and he's like "not most, the only girl I want to marry" then the two later get together and reader finds her old bag and when she opens it she finds the paper from hs and opened it to see Satorus note that says he wants to marry her. And then it goes to present year where they are celebrating their anniversary with Geto, Nanami and Shoko, they are in their 30s and reader and satoru have kids together.

Update: I found it.

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myyyyy doodles!

[justanothersterekficgirl]

He Gets Me High by talktowater

Explicit | 11k | 1/1

Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they're not. Seriously! Derek has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They're just friends, overly-attached and possessive friends, but that's it. Right?

[simplydifficultme]

Based on the prompt I got from @sxvedbyastranger . HighSchool!AU Popular kid Jes crushing on nerdy Wylan. As usual, I did change it a little bit ^^'' It's more college AU (just can't relate to high school as much anymore) and I guess Wy is still the nerdy kid but also defs the music kid. Hope it's still enjoyable ^-^

J: Hey there flute boy.

W: Shouldn't you be sitting in math 3?

J: Yea but you have rehearsal now, I'd rather listen to that ;)

W: Sure, but I won't take responsibility for your grades.

J: My grades are splendid ... mostly. 

W: Maths?

J: Yaaah.... let's change the subject. What are you doing after rehearsal?

W: Uhm nothing special, just go home, study a bit, work on my own music.

J: How do you feel about savory pancakes?

W: Savory pancakes? I don't know, never tried it but it sounds .. interesting?

J: Would you like to try?

W: I suppose I would, why?

J: Perfect. I thought the same. So there is this new place that just opened up right around where I live. Wanted to go check out, you wanna come along?

W: Uhm, W-when?

J: Today. When you're done. If you're not too busy with studying and all that.

W: Oh, yah sure, I'm usually hungry when we're done.

J: Awesome! Then I'll go grab my stuff and just join you in the auditorium.

W: Y-yea, see you there.

Wylan is still in disbelieve how well he’s been getting along with Jesper lately. He was certainly not the kind of person who he ever expected to show any interest in him. Sometimes he wondered if Jesper  had perhaps lost on a dare and was now just playing with him as in: “Hey bet not even you can get that uptight van Eck boy to like you, and Jesper had just said, Watch me.”

Still, Wylan felt his heartbeat pick up now whenever Jesper would talk to him or spare him a  glance across the alleyway or give him a quick greeting, whenever he was cheating on his own friend group and Wylan happened to pass by. 

Meanwhile, Jesper already felt like a king, he knew he was a natural people person, probably able to have a pleasant conversation with anyone if he wanted to. But his plan to ask the adorable flutist out had almost worked a bit too perfectly. All he had to do now was to turn their simple dinner into a date, perhaps a walk along the river after.

He really had turned into a bit of a sap aver since developing his crush on the redhead. 

That point he had to concede to his friends. Something about Wylan had intrigued him. It might have just been his looks at first but now that they were talking more and more he had quickly found out that Wylan was far more talkative, funny and passionate, and far less  uppity or plain than he had initially assumed. 

Safe to say he was down bad by now and from his gathering he was clearly having some sort of effect on Wylan too. He just needed to figure out a few more buttons he could push on the musician to get him to play along to his tune.

[thatonewatercat]

Tastes Like Coffee ~ (Etho x Bdubs) - Chapter 6 - Caffeine is a Buzzkill (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1388825929-tastes-like-coffee-%7E-etho-x-bdubs-chapter-6?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ThatOneWaterCat&wp_originator=oicWy7EKDRkABRBvFDrTFRugKluqGxIpSrGJeOeuVEUB%2Fuupqmx0cNj6opeiKRnkWVJJHLFqlYc2lEcem8%2BaRQYCMsJrgTMMy666OxwWVqPE%2B2SNVeph4u1%2ByscJZUN%2F This the the SEQUEL to Smells Like Coffee, so ya miiiight wanna check out that one first ;) you guys asked for this, so pick your poison, dig your grave, buckle up, and another phrases you should do to prepare because i can't think of them right now, because i'm .... going to seriously need the support to do this. :D Friends → lovers → a chaotic duo thats gonna get through everything life (<me) will throw at them! And now for the real summary: (with spoilers for Smells Like Coffee!!) It's winter break for these lovesick fools and life could not be better! Well except for that maybe Bdubs is a little overexcited to tell Etho he loves him, and Etho is struggling to figure out how to properly ask Bdubs on a date before jumping into the title "boyfriends". I'm sure everything will clear up perfectly though, because they're gonna go ice skating together on New Years and no amount of awkward-texting-ness can stop their love! Maybe something else can though.... wonder what? Enjoy, and remember to get some damn sleep after each chapter if you are reading at midnight. :)

[texssins]

Everybody in their friend group gags when they see them. *The best of besties* 

NO ONE IS READY FOR HOT MESS, BUT HERE WE GO! NEW CHAPTER, BABY, 

GO READ IT WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU NERD :

Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/44681743

art: @gilu_matt

[moonrachas]

- WHO?

pairing: lee know x afab!reader

genre: college au, fluff, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, maybe some smau?

summary: you and your brother seungmin decide to attend the same university. since the two of you share the same last name, your dorms accidentally get switched up, leaving you with a complete stranger. while living with him, your anger subsides and you realize that you might be attracted to him.

TAGLIST: open! pls send an ask or comment to be added 🫶

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[maximumkillshot]

By The Books-Part 3

Warnings:The regulars with this series, you know... and then some... lets call it fluff? Idk it’s been a hot min.  Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader x Professor!Sam (EVENTUALLY)   Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader A/N: I hope yall enjoy it!!!

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As I was cooking dinner Sam walked In, in search of a beer most likely.

“So what do you really make of Y/N?” Sam asked, or should I say inquired because I’m a professor now… any way I answered with a “she seems cool, like she can hang with the big boys in the big leagues. She’s got promise. Especially in abnormal psych. I should the Gacy picture,”

“Not the one with the decalitated head.” 

I nodded as I mixed up the ground beef with the marinara sauce.

“Yep, she didn’t even flinch.” I said as I added some spice. 

“Well dean you should’ve seen her answering questions in my class. I kid you not, she demolished everyone. It was art.” Said Sam as he took a seat.

“I’m sure it wasn’t as—“ I was cut off by Sam saying “she answered the Wicca v. Witchcraft question, Dean, no hesitation, just pure facts.”

“You thinking we need to do a test on her?” I asked. “I shook her hand with a silver ring, cross on the inside. I wore blessed oil and got close too, no reaction.” I relplied.

Sam added, “I had salt on the entries and exits, devils trap under right where she was standing, got no adverse reaction.”

“So she’s naturally this good?” I asked as I served up his salad and my real food.

“Or she’s just curious” said Sam as he took in a mouthful, “either way we’ll see what she’s made of soon enough.”

NOW:

Two Weeks Later 

Dean POV:

 Man today’s classes went on way too long. I’ve been getting impatient with these kids. None of them are rising to the occasion when it comes to Y/N. She literally wipes the floor with them. I could see the hate from some of these kids who roll their eyes when she raises her hand. It’s almost like they know her adding onto the class means that they need to work more in the end. Not to mention she’s doing all of this while being a student researcher for not just one professor, but two. 

As soon as class was dismissed today I texted my brother, making sure our plans for lunch were set in stone. As soon as I got the okay from him I made my way to the Chinese restaurant across from campus, where we were planning to meet. Luckily, he was already there and ordered.

My brother noticed my frustration immediately, “Someone’s pissy. What happened?”

I just replied with “These kids. They’re acting some kinda way towards Y/N simply because she’s stepping up to the plate.”

“That’s happening in your class too?”

“Yeah, it’s really pissing me off. She does such great work and obviously knows what she’s doing.”

“Maybe it’s just too easy for her, Dean. Maybe we need to crank it up.”

I looked at him sideways, “we are trying to teach her, Sammy, not murder the poor girl, it’s bad enough she has to defend a thesis.”

“A thesis which we are going to help her prepare…” Sam said with a smirk as he sipped on his tea. 

“Come again?” I asked.

“Yesterday she and I were reading ancient ritual ceremonial books from the ….”

“Can we please skip the magical shit, Sam?”

“Ok fine, anyway, she shared her idea of a thesis with me and I tend to like it alot actually…”

“Mind letting me in on this or?” I questioned.

“Her thesis is going to be on the importance and ramifications of human sacrifices on the psyche. It’s going to explore it from a ritualistic and criminal psychological aspect, tying ritual killings to serial killers and finding where that drive comes from.”

“Ok, not gonna lie…. That is gonna kill every other thesis presented.” I smiled. “I never looked at either of those topics being tied together and yet she found this pattern? How?”

Sam smiled and said, “if you give a builder the materials and tools, they’ll build the Taj Mahal, Dean.”

I replied with “Sammy… Don’t ever use any analogy ever again, it’s cringe worthy.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes… yes it is.”

Then I saw that the waiter brought over three bowls of rice and then I heard Y/N behind me, “hey sorry I’m late.”

I immediately looked to Sam and he said “Nonsense you’re right on time.”

As she sat down Sam continued, “So… I just filled Dean in on your thesis.”

“Yeah he did, I’m seriously impressed Y/N. You are kicking some serious ass here.” I said as I took a mouthful of rice. 

“Thanks, it’s gonna be hard tying them together though. Ritualistic killings can claim the fear of repercussions but serial killings? Not necessarily.” She said as she took a mouthful of rice.

I started thinking and I said, “Well one could say that many serial killers have a drive to kill, in that it could be considered ritualistic. You also have many serial killers that have patterns to their madness. Very ritualistic in nature. Just because there’s no deity behind it doesn’t necessarily mean that it isn’t ritualistic.”

Her eyes lit up and she said, “That’s true but that only explains a fraction of the serial killers out there.”

I continued, “You’re right about that. The other majority is those with mental illnesses. I did study those as well. In many of those cases it can be seen as a fear driven act. Like some serial killers have a fear of rejection, so they kill the victim before they can be rejected. Others have unresolved childhood trauma that leads them to enact vengeance, trying to make things right.”

Sammy interjected, “That can even be tied to the ritualistic killings of the Mayan peoples. Whenever they had a bad harvest or wanted to appease the gods, make things right, they’d give human sacrifices until their luck turned around. But this is just one of the many early peoples and religions that did this.”

I concluded, “So you need to find that one commonality. If you look at these cases, and these religions, stripped down to their bones. You’ll find that there is really not much difference between these ritualistic killings and these mass murderers. And for those that kill just to kill, you could even say that they were ritualistic in the aspect of repetition.”

She looked confused at that, “How is repetition ritualistic?”

“The act of repeating something is a ritual in and of itself. A definition of ritual as an adjective is arising from convention or habit.”

Her eyes got even brighter as she said, “Ahh I see, so just the fact that it’s done the same way multiple times can consider it as a repetitious act, Making it literally a ritualistic killing pattern.”

Sam looked at me and nodded saying, “Meaning that the drive to kill is repetitious no matter what the trigger is, especially in serial killers and in ritualistic killings.”

I continued, “Many serial killers even describe their murders as ceremonial. They felt they needed to be done, whether it be to regain control, to fix the past, or to just satiate a need. This all falls into ritualistic killings because there is a purpose to them, even if they did it just because they could, that in itself is a reason.”

She smiled and looked down to her rice, “I.. how… Claire wasn’t kidding.” She said under her breath to herself.

Sammy’s eyebrows furrowed, “What did Claire say?”he asked.

She took a forkful of rice and looked up at him with her smile peaking through, “She told me you guys would be more than willing to help.” She swallowed the rice and looked at us both up and down, “And more than equipped to do the job right.”

“I’m equipped to do a few things, Sweetheart.” Shit… did that just come out of my mouth… Fuck me.

She looked unphased as Sammy looked mortified, “What Dean means is, he is also a specialist in witchcraft and religion…. Right Dean…” his eyes got big as I cleared my throat..

“Uhh yeah, I also have a mean medieval weapons collection at home, as well as my hundreds of books on murderers and stuff. You should come by, Sammy has a few occult books that could help with the thesis too. Make a night out of it?” I asked, trying to save myself.

Her head cocked to the side, “Are you asking me over to your place, Dean?” “As much as I want to help you,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster, “I can’t give you all of the information that our library at home can. It’s a literal goldmine for someone like you for a thesis. This is strictly professional but I do understand if that makes you uncomfortable. I can bring a few in but because I can’t say with 100% certainty where you’re going or where you’re at in your thesis, the stuff I bring in may not help you. It may be better for you to just come by and have a look for yourself.”

She nodded as she said “Well I only have a writing class left after this then I’ll be off until Tuesday… So what day works for you?” She asked.

Sammy and I both have the same schedules and ironically… It’s the same as hers, only on campus Tuesdays/Thursdays, online classes Monday and Wednesday.

“When do you get out of your class?” I asked as I checked my watch. “4:30pm” She said as she continued to eat. “I mean we can hang around for a few hours, get some papers graded while you have class, and we can go home with you, I’ll make some dinner and we’ll dive into those books, sound good?” I asked while Sam’s face slowly started contorting.

“Sounds awesome, and thanks so much for all of this. I know it’s not easy letting someone into your home.” She smiled. Sam wiped the discomfort off of his face as he said, “We are just really excited that someone is as enthusiastic about this stuff as we are, it’s not every day that we meet students that are this skilled and well… have an iron stomach for our subjects.” He chuckled. I laughed, “yeah usually kids go running out of our classes once things get uncomfortable.”

She smirked and said, “Growing is uncomfortable, Knowledge can be uncomfortable, that's why the kids run, but the adults stay and handle business.” She said as the waiter came up.

After a nice lunch Y/N said her goodbyes and Sammy and I stood at the table, as soon as the door closed my head snapped to Sammy, “How the hell is she not a hunter?” “Dean”

“No, don't Dean me, you see her right? The way she walks, the way she studies and writes, the way sheeee…” I struggled finding the words. “Hunts for information…” Sam completed.

“Yes! Yes exactly… Sammy she is doing this for more than a thesis. She has to be.” I said as I thought long and hard.

“She’s doing it to impress us.” Sam said. “We are not that special Sammy, she is drop dead gorgeous and has way more important shit to do.” I was exasperated.

“Maybe this is a sign,” I said as Sammy huffed.

“Not this again” “Just hear me out Sammy, what if this is Chuck saying ‘okay boys you had your fun now let's get back into the game, shall we?’” I asked as I played with the straw of my drink.

“Chuck is gone, Dean… You know that.”

“No, I know that Amara had enough of his shit and trapped him on this planet, that’s what I know.” I replied. “Dean… we are retired.” Sam huffed as he took the check to the counter. “So was the Terminator and Rick-Flair but after a decade, bam! Rick’s back in the ring and Terminator’s…. You know…. terminating.” Sam rolled his eyes as we walked out of the restaurant, “listen, Dean, we don’t know her motivation, but we both know if she was a hunter she wouldn’t be able to get up at 5 am to decode tomes before classes, she’d be knocked out, in her bed, with bruises, scars and bloody laundry waiting in the next room. Hunters aren’t masters students. They’re backroads highwaymen, they’re outlaws, they’re….”

“Professors” I said as I turned Sammy towards me, “They’re super intelligent, smartasses, master manipulators, actors, weapons and religion specialists… They are masters at hiding in plain sight… Sam… we are hunters and we have fucking Doctorates.”

“Oh my god,” Sam Drawled out. “Given you hacked Harvard’s servers to get us them but still, we’re fucking doctors.” I said as I rushed out the truth and Sam started walking. “Dean, listen to me… Y/N has no marks, no scars, no bruises. She’s not jumpy or attuned with her surroundings, she has no indication of hidden runes, tomes, no unusual jewelry… She is just a normal woman, with a very interesting set of hobbies that she happens to be getting a degree in. Stop making it more than that… Don’t get her on a path that leads to death. We already did that to hundreds of people. It’s time to stop.” Sam said sternly. I looked at him and said, “fine, fine… We’ll help the girl, get her thesis on track, pray to god she teaches with us, and we’ll move on… but what if she finds out about our past?” “She won’t, it’s all locked away. We made sure of that.” Sam said as we walked into the elevator.

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Ominis is casually entering the room after shower

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Mirage :-]]

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[justanothersterekficgirl]

A Single Magic Bullet by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

General Audience | 4k | 1/1

It’s Stiles last week before graduation and it seems like everything is going wrong. Between Scott finding True Love, werewolf kidnapping rings, sadistic professors, and his final projects, it’s not like Stiles doesn’t have plenty on his plate… but he’s a Stilinski and Stilinskis deal with it. Fortunately there’s a new lycanthrope on campus who seems amenable to pulling his bacon out of the fire. 

(Now if only Stiles could figure out why he keeps waking up with his window open, that would be just peachy.)

[fathomthat]

Hm. College AU Zelimk