#The 100 college au

[littlecrittereli]

Hey there! I read both Reprogrammed and Decoded and was blown away. Unfortunately (sorta), my odd little brain had one little question that was burning from the end of Reprogrammed till the end of the story: what about the Wild Kratts Kids? How did they react to Chris's disappearance/return? I know if I were 8 and my teacher (i guess thats an okay metaphor? maybe?) randomly disappeared for 3 months and came back 10 pounds lighter with dozens of new scars and white hair in their early twenties, I'd be a little torn up/curious. How would Chris feel about showing up on screen in front of a bunch of kids in his state? Would he...wear a...hat...or something...? I don't know, just thoughts lol

They never told the public that Chris was missing (Didn't wanna scare the kids or give the Villains the knowledge that they were vulnerable)

And being out in the most rural parts of the world, it's not uncommon for them to go months without any sort of public appearance. For now, Martin is handling any sort of press alone until Chris is ready to be back in the public eye.

But of course they still run into a wild kratts kid every once and a while.

He's still working on his alibi.....

[kan-be]

beware of gremblins

[lovelettersforthedamned]

thinking about telling tasm!peter to come over with his favorite camera and take pictures in my lingerie and pictures of him fucking me just for later 🥰

Take A Picture, I’ll Last Longer 

--genre + trope: fluff, nsfw.

--pairing: college!tasm!peter parker x college!f!reader

--word count: 0.7k

--warnings: use of a camera, mentions of pants tightening (LMAO), lingerie.

“What’re you doing right now, baby?”

A beat passes before he responds, “Nothing, bug. Why? What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing,” you sigh, “just missing you.” Holding the phone to your ear, you look at yourself in the mirror in front of you. You admire the lace details on the recent purchases you picked up from the store, running your finger along the trim. 

“Well, I can come over right now. Just give me like fifteen minutes to get over there,” you can hear the rustling of objects in the background, Peter not needing confirmation to start getting ready to leave.

A smirk rises to your lips, deciding to play with his head a little bit, “You better hurry, baby. I wanna show you something. Oh! And bring your camera with you.”

He notices that you’re tone has changed, and it makes him wonder what you could be planning. He pauses his movements to reach over to his desk, picking up his trusty camera. “Okay bug, I’ll be there soon.”

“Bye, Petey.” 

Hanging up, you toss your phone on the bed, taking a look at yourself another time. A part of you is nervous coming off this strong, anxious thoughts plague your mind. What if I don’t look good? Is this too much? He might think this is stupid, I should just change. Taking a deep breath, you calm yourself down. Peter is a simple man, if he sees his stunning girlfriend in a beautiful set of lingerie, he’s going to worship your being for the rest of his days. There was no doubt about it. 

Your curtains are drawn when you hear a knock on your window, hastily walking over, you pull them back, revealing your figure. Even with the glass separating you two, you could feel Peter’s eyes run across every inch of your body.

He’s the one that pushes the window open, eyes never leaving your frame as he climbs inside your bedroom. Dropping the backpack he brought with him to the floor, he pulls your face in to envelop your lips in a breathtaking kiss. He starts to walk the both of you to your bed behind you, clearly needing you as soon as possible. “Wait, baby,” you pull away, breathless, “did you bring your camera?”

Still an inch away from your face, he eyes your lips as you talk, “Yeah, why?” 

You push him away, and sit on the corner of your bed, “Take some pictures of me. I bought this just for you.” 

A breathy laugh leaves him, staring at you with eyes full of lust. He can’t believe what you’ve just asked, he’s in shock, he’s in love. Breaking eye contact with you, he reaches down into his backpack and pulls out his camera, turning it on and correcting the focus before snapping a picture of you sitting on the bed, legs crossed, leaning back on your hands, eyes looking up through your eyelashes, and a dangerously wicked smile on your lips. The quick and bright flash lights up the room as the shutter, along with Peter’s breathy moans, are the only things heard within those walls. 

Your little photoshoot lasts a good twenty minutes, Peter barely has to give you instructions on how to pose. You know what he likes, and you make sure to give him your all. He barely lasts the twenty minutes, every so often, you look down at his jeans, now tight and tenting. The sight of him hard gives you a feeling of gratification, you were so worried for nothing. “God, you are amazing (Y/N),” he mutters, as he clicks through the pictures he just took. 

He walks over to sit beside you, tilting the camera towards you to show you the pictures as well. “What are you going to do with them?” 

Peter looks down into your eyes once again, a teasing smile painting his face, “What do you think I’m going to do with them?”

“Hmm,” you tap your index finger against your chin, acting clueless, “I don’t know…Why don’t you show me?”

He already set his camera carefully on the floor before he responds, knowing exactly what is going to happen, “Show you, huh? I think I can do that.”

You giggle before he attacks you in a hug, pulling you down onto the mattress. 

--author's note: sorry guys i left you hanging for the smut LOL. send me some more smut requests, these are fun;) keep sending me requests!!!! my inbox is open!! keep supporting your writers by commenting, liking, and reblogging. ok, bye ily<333333

[into-the-feniverse]

TriStamp college AU let’s goooooo (part 1)

+ a meme below the cut

(Roberto is there cause how tragic would it be if you messaged your professor that and they just left you on read, I’d be mortified)

[carstairs112]

College rugby au

Gideon Nav making an absolute break for it down the field. I like to imagine everyone singing rugby songs after this. (Gideon 100% knows all the verses to Jesus saves and Harrow also leads the Jesus we’re only kidding verse).

Commissioned from @cora-illus

[sleepy-crypt1d]

i love the idea that jack is a nerd about space, why? because im a nerd about space and also that man needs hobbies and im saying it's space

[lemon-wedges]

....

[porcelainmortal]

Single Sentence Sunday Monday!

Thank you to @rmd-writes and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tags and @kiwiana-writes for the open tag!

This was a super fun challenge and I got sappy af with it bc that's my brand. A little college au sentence that I actually had to cut down if you can believe it.

the rules are: write a true drabble, aka exactly 100 words, that is also one sentence long. That’s it. Topic, fandom, etc is up to you. Let your emdashes, semicolons, and purple prose run free, and just have fucking fun with it.

It's not every day Alex gets to see his classmate Henry like this – doors blown wide open in a stunning way that makes him desperate to know more – but watching his wide smile across the bar; hearing the joyful, mellifluous sound of his unrestrained laugh; seeing those blue eyes shine bright with mirth; witnessing that beautiful flush creep across his cheeks and down his neck; following the long line of his throat as he downs the last of his drink; locking eyes when Henry’s gaze sweeps the room – it’s enough to break Alex’s reverie as his feet begin to move.

Tagging @iboatedhere @cha-melodius @firenati0n @clottedcreamfudge @getmehighonmagic

@thinkof-england @blueeyedgrlwrites @cricketnationrise @priincebutt @littlemisskittentoes

@ninzied @theprinceandagcd @myheartalivewrites @wordsofhoneydew and of course an open tag for whomever wants it!

[lord-emerson]

⬤, ✈ or # for Howard and Oz <3

- @letters-of-fire

[3 in 1 for you, my dear <3 Send me a symbol for a drabble!]

⬤: being called soft things like baby, sweetheart or honey; ✈: reaching out for someone [bonus points if they mumble! their! name!]; #: shaky hands 

In Case of Emergency

Rating: General

Relationships: Howard Underhouse/Oswald J. Emerson

Tags: Modern Setting, Banter & Bickering, Hospital Visit, Fake Marriage (barely fake at this point tbh), Fluff & Angst, like 90% fluff 10% angst tbh, this takes place after Oz had a medical emergency but he's fine by the time the fic begins dw

Words: 758

Summary: "He was alive. Oswald was alive and breathing next to him and that was all that mattered."

He was alive. Oswald was alive and breathing next to him and that was all that mattered. Exhaustion was radiating off of Howard in waves as he laid his head in his hands next to Oswald’s hospital bed.

He should be fine within a week, the nurse told him. There was no need to worry — appendectomies were a routine procedure for most surgeons apparently. But having to rush to the hospital, not yet knowing why his partner had just gone into surgery was certainly not a routine procedure Howard. In fact he’d only done it once before, and by the end of the week she was…

This is not about her, he had to remind himself. It was a different situation altogether. She was his wife whom he loved with all his heart, and Oswald was… Oswald was…

“How…ard?”

Howard startled at the sound of Oswald’s voice, roughened by sleep. He was rubbing his eye with one hand and mindlessly reaching out towards Howard with another. Howard took the hand into both of his without hesitation.

“Hi, sweetheart.” The nickname, often spoken with an air of irony and contempt between the two of them, was currently showing trace of neither. “How are you feeling?”

Oswald didn’t answer immediately. He seemed to be taking in his surroundings, slowly piecing together recent events through the haze painkillers and exhaustion.

“I’m just peachy,” he said, staring into the middle distance. Howard tried not to think too much of it. He was ready to ask another question, when Oswald beat him to it:

“What are you doing here?”

He was looking straight at him now. His gaze was intense and focused, so much so that it had Howard letting go of his hand immediately. Coughing into his closed fist, Howard made an attempt at composing himself.

“I’m the closest thing you have to an emergency contact, I’m afraid. Could’ve called Bella or Monty, but given that we are legally married, they called me.”

Oswald gave him another long look. Then he sank back into his pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

“I suppose,” he said. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a big breath in preparation for a sigh, which got interrupted by a wince of pain.

“Careful,” Howard said, rising to his feet to… Do what, exactly? Tell Oswald not to breathe? Jesus, get a hold of yourself.

He was hoping he could avoid the embarrassment of Oswald seeing him fussing for no reason, but of course his eyes opened just in time to catch him in the act. He cocked his head a little — despite everything, it was almost endearing. And for the first time since waking up, he smiled.

“Good, you’re up. Can you bring me a Fanta Orange?”

Howard snorted.

“Oh, so now you’re happy to see me, huh?” He was smiling, too. “I’m not sure you’re allowed to eat or drink yet, actually.”

“Fine. Orange juice then.”

“I don’t think that makes a difference.”

“And I think it would be cruel to dismiss the last wishes of a dying man.”

“Oh, shut up. You just had an appendectomy. You’ll live.”

“You don’t know that. I could still die. I need a source of vitamin C if I am to survive this.”

Howard shook his head fondly. Even now, the man had enough energy to get on his nerves. Seeing that this particular battle was won, Oswald was quietly basking in his victory. He lifted his head in an all too familiar fashion — a sign of haughtiness, as well as a clear invitation for a kiss.

When Howard reached out a hand to cup his husband’s face, he was surprised to see it shaking. He saw that Oswald saw it, too. Uncertain if he was about to comment on it or not, Howard quickly leaned down and pressed his lips against his.

Looks like I won this one, he thought distantly as Oswald hummed into the kiss. After they broke apart, Howard graced Oswald’s cheeks with one more kiss each. He was ready to pepper him with even more when Oswald turned away, pushing on his chest with all of his reduced might.

“No more distractions, Howard. Only orange juice.”

“Tsk. I thought you had better manners than this,” Howard said, eyebrows raised.

Oswald rolled his eyes.

“Could my dear legal husband get me a beverage before I die of thirst? Preferably of the orange-flavoured kind? Pretty please?”

“It would be my honour,” Howard chuckled, planting a final kiss on the tip of Oswald’s nose.

[procrastinationstation101]

Summary: Lexa reaches her breaking point. Clarke starts preparing for the senior showcase.

[666jevil]

late night work _(๑´﹃ `๑｣ ∠)_

[hirookouji]

context: rumors start circulating that midorima has a high chance to get selected in the nba draft so everybody starts talking abt his relationships w gom members who are already in the nba. leading to midorima making a clarification on twitter (he's clearly joking bc he loves them all)

[lovelettersforthedamned]

exe’s to lovers with frat! tasm, he comes crawling back and crying (its kinda pathetic but)

Till His Lungs Give Out

--genre + trope: hurt/comfort, light angst, college!au, sfw.

--pairing: frat!tasm!peter parker x college!gn!reader

--word count: 0.7k

--warnings: language, peter is so pathetic, peter is also an asshole in the beginning tbh.

It was weird walking by yourself to your apartment. No matter what time it was, Peter was always by your side. It didn’t matter if he had to be somewhere when he was walking you to and from your class, this was his time with you, and he swallowed every second of it. 

You couldn’t help but envelope yourself with those memories, but the cool air whipping past your cheeks shocks you back into reality. It’s easy to reminisce about the good times with Peter, especially when you don’t have him anymore. Breaking up with him wasn’t something you ever pictured would happen, especially within this semester. 

There is nothing inherently wrong with Peter, he just had small moments that turned into bigger moments. You didn’t feel especially valued in the relationship. Sure, he gave you special attention and bombarded you with love…within closed walls. It seemed like Peter turned into a different person the minute you two were in a social setting. He started to shut you out and treat you like you guys weren’t just cuddling in his room an hour earlier. It made you feel like there was something wrong with yourself like you were something to be ashamed of. 

When you broke up with him, you didn’t let him tell his side of the story, because his fraternity brothers interrupted you before you could even finish your sentence. You left him with a ‘We’re done, I can’t do this with you anymore. You treat me like-” before the hollers from the boys behind him cut your declaration short. It wasn’t like you didn’t provide him with the opportunity to pull you aside or tell them to fuck off, you did, and he still didn’t try to make an effort with you. You thought that he was just bringing you along for when he needed some personal attention, for when he was bored. 

Walking away from him, you didn’t look back, you didn’t want to act like you’d miss him. Because you don’t, you think.

It had been a few hours after you got home, and your roommate was out with her girlfriend for the evening. Sitting on the couch watching trash TV, you hear a knock at the front door. You pause the show in front of you and walk to the door, curious as to who could be knocking on a Friday night. Coming face to face with the door, you look through the peephole. You sigh, “Fuck.” Peter was standing on the other side, hands nervously in his pockets. Resting your forehead on the wood, you have a silent debate with yourself, thinking of letting him in or not. Another knock interrupts your thoughts. 

Pulling open the door, you’re met face to face with the boy you swore you wouldn’t talk to again. There’s a good long minute where both of you don’t say anything to each other, you don’t dare look in his eyes. A silent sniffle breaks the silence. Peering up at him, his eyes begin to water and his brows pinched together. “Bug, I’m so sorry. I-”, a broken sob leaves his lips. Pulling him inside, you close the door behind you. “I don’t know what I did,” he tries to speak again, albeit shaky, “but please, I’ll do better. I’ll be better, I’ll do anything. I-I’m sorry (Y/N).”

It’s almost hard to watch the scene unfold in front of you. You know Peter won’t stop apologizing until his lungs give out, so you take his hand and lead him to the couch. He keeps repeating ‘I’m sorry’ to you, and you need to stop him before he tires himself out. You reach your hand up and cradle his face, “Hey, Peter? Just take a breath, and then we’ll talk about everything, okay my love?” 

A nod followed from the broken boy in front of you, and that was all you needed before you told him everything. You told him how you felt, asked him why he felt the need to change himself around different people, and how you two can fix this. The rest of the night was spent with many heart-to-hearts and a movie playing in the background. Everything might not be okay for now, but you went to bed in a relationship again. The morning will come and another day will pass, but for now, you’re wrapped in your comforter with Peter, and that will do. 

--author's note: PATHETIC PETER RAHHHHHHH!!! writing peter when he's all sad and stupid because he did something dumb is my favorite things to write. ANYWAYS, thank you for the request!!! keep sending some asks in, i need more writing material. keep supporting your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!!! ok, bye ily<3333

[ad1thi]

The thing about Alex is -

The thing about Alex is, he's straight.

As a matter of principle, Henry isn't a fan of casting aspersions about one's sexuality, and he's a big believer in self-identification - and Alex says he's straight.

So - Alex is straight.

Of course, one could argue, considering the fact that Alex is currently kneeling on the floor of Henry's childhood bedroom, doing inexplicable things with his mouth that make Henry feel like his breath is trapped in his throat - one could argue that if anyone were in a position to cast aspersions on Alex's sexuality, it would be Henry.

But Henry does not assign labels to people that they do not adopt themselves.

And so :

Alex is straight.

Alex pulls off with a wet pop, grinning toothily up at Henry.

"You can fuck my face if you want," He says, tilting his head in a way that means that Henry's grip in his hair tightens almost involuntarily, and Henry gets to see the way Alex's pupils dilate as a result. "I quite like it when people fuck my face."

Henry doesn't respond verbally, can't get the words to come out fast enough, and so he just nods shakily, which Alex takes as permission to continue; licking up the shaft of Henry's cock before tonguing the head softly, like some fucked up tease.

The thing is, Henry reminds himself, with supreme effort, Alex is straight.

(with terms and conditions)

tbc

[kingarmorking]

@just-a-lamp original post was getting long so NEW POST (picking up from here)

HRRMMMMMM au names... "boats and stars" sounds like a good placeholder for now unless smth else comes up (the song is boats and birds but yknow) arguably "boats and bats" could be used too

quick switch focus to heart hotel and other characters! (uh this got. longer than i was expecting so CUT)

vanitas working at the sanctuary just makes me laugh because any time riku gets swarmed by the bats he makes it a point to record it to send to roxas. vani promised lil bro that hed send anything like that to him cause shits funny as hell

vani rescued a bat from drowning (coughfloodcough) and its the one bat that Does Not want anything to do with riku. hes a nippy bastard and Will Bite, vani is the only exception and hes the only one who can handle him and not get bit

ventus being an announcer is genius i love it, he hypes sora up so much for his shows and they play off each other So Well! i can see him being like... head waiter? idk if manager would be the right word here

and by extension xion would probably be a mermaid too! i can see her making necklaces/bracelets/etc out of shells around the aquarium and they sell them at the gift shop, though she def gives some directly to some kids during her shows

roxas is a cook and he makes it clear he doesnt wanna deal with The Public™️ as i like to call it because thats WAY too much of a fuckin headache he doesnt know how ventus does it

considering the fact that four of the five of them work at this place, it probably ran in the family and vanitas was the only one like "nah fuck that i wanna do smth different" but sometimes he'll show up for halloween events

[random-kido]

the snowball of 'what the hell is going on between them' gets rolling