#college au prompt
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Note
Prompt
College Student: Homeroom
Ash wants to win a bet that he can get a date for the dance. So he sends four letters to his close friends, expecting at least one of them to ask him out while he waits behind the school.
What he got is Serena, May, Dawn and Misty each coming to him and accepting his proposal in separate times. This is not going to end well for Ash when the dance happens.
All he wanted to do is to win the bet he made with Gary Oaks. All he wanted to do is prove to his friend/rival he can get a date for the dance. And in a way he got a dateâŚ
âBack off! He my date to the dance!â
âAsh rather eat date than date the likes of you!â
âIâm the perfect woman for him to go on a date!â
Ash gulped with heavy heart as he stood in front of the three arguing ladies fighting over him. May, Dawn and Misty growling and screaming at the top of their lungs as they pulled him to their respective directions trying to get him to date one of them with increasing hostility and aggression.
âIâŚI am going to die.â Ash thought with fear and despair in his mind as he slowly accepted his inevitable fate of death via women scorned.
#pokemon#pokemon shitpost#ash ketchum#may#misty#dawn#pokemon dawn#pokemon may#pokemon misty#college au#college au prompt#student au#student au prompt#homeroom au#homeroom au prompt#advanceshipping#pearlshipping#pokeshipping#ash x misty#ash x may#ash x dawn
35 notes
¡
View notes
Text
in no way was civility achieved
#danny phantom#tucker foley#nicolai technus#technus#they got very heated very quickly#and danny really has no skin in this game#hes just happy he gets to tell tucker âI told u so��� later#thanks for the prompt anon#too bad full-color comics take more than a single sitting to finish lol#college au
8K notes
¡
View notes
Text
You knooooowwww... >.>
The only difference, technically, between a school in the Zone? And on Earth? Is the American government won't recognize your Zone diploma...
Not accredited. But like..... I'm JUST SAYING? If you didn't try to pass your school off as some Big Ivy League type? Pulled the "oh yeah, you'd never have heard of it, it's local." And the COMPUTERS say it's legit?
How many people will dig deeper?
If you legitimately have the knowledge, you legitimately have the knowledge. Not YOUR fault you left out the whole "extra-dimensional" part. It makes folk nervous! And nervous folks get stabby.
So like? If you were ALREADY planning to "Move" as you euphemistically put it? Talked it over with your VERY concerned folks and friends? Who do NOT like the look of the steady but concerning rise of Anti-Ghost Powers That Be? Who finally put their foot down and reminded you that you are a TEENAGER and it's NOT your responsibility to fix the world?
Well...
Fuck those guys, I guess. You'll miss the old house, but Team "Taking our ball and going literally anywhere else" makes some good points. Why ARE you putting up with this?
And honestly, you've never SEEN your dad have so much fun. Him and the Reality Realtor just sorta... Vibe. Himbo to Himbo communications. Smatters of advanced physics. Fudge. It's great.
They move the portal. Collapse the old one in a way that makes it impossible to recover or recreate. You... kinda don't want to ask. They had that "mad scientist glint" in their eyes.
And while everyone's checking out brochures to different realities? You? Head off to the nearest College. It's the Zone, so technically you could go to any of endless billions. But you'd like your education some time this century.
Cue! Danny Fenton! Entering?
Academia's wet dream. A sprawling CITY of a college. Where the classes are on EVERYTHING and the price is FREE. People have Obsessions okay?? They NEED to teach. Debate and discuss! Study! Right papers and read them! It's been going on a while! And what happens when you find a subject that's NOT covered?
YOU COVER IT!
It's like if New York was a College. Good fucking luck find the dorms. Sleep on the floor like the rest of us, you casual.
Danny was Not Prepared â˘.
He loves it though.
Classes on aeronautics next making the perfect sandwich, shoved next to historical basketry, stacked above alien slam poetry. But only on Tuesdays! Ever shifting. Breaking his Fenton Born Adhd in to a fine PASTE to be smeared upon bread. Happy mental stimulation chemicals go Brrrrrrrr
If it wasn't wildly inappropriate, he would LICK IT to claim it as his then wrap around it and gaurd like a territorial cat. He thought he HATED school! Turns out he just hated high-school. College though? College, or at least ZONE College, is fuckin AWESOME.
He's sit in SO MANY random classes just cause.
Picked up and dropped them at a whim. When they no longer sparked joy. He's been a flighty bitch and for once? No one CARES. No one says "you HAVE to commit and stick with this FOREVER once you choose this" and? It just? It's so FREEING! He's learned so MUCH!
He's probably gonna come back!
Which? Is how a deeply, DEEPLY weird aerospace engineer from supposedly bumfuck NOWHERE, end up working at Wayne Industries. He's.... a lil crazy behind the eyes. Ha ha... CONCERNING â˘!
Dude sleeps on the lab floor. Has weirdly spotty knowledge. Can be an unprecedented genius one second and not know who the current president is the next. Doesn't know what DAY it is. Forgets to eat. Tried to make a fusion reactor out of the break room toaster before Sandra from accounting distracted him with pictures of her cat.
It's like he wanders through life blissfully unaware that he is both terrifying and about three seconds from killing them all. Then FUCKING TRIPS because he forgot to tie his shoelaces again.
Who hired this man?
WHY!?
I mean, we KNOW why. Probably to put him on a watch list. But? He's like a terrifying murder puppy! Built like a tank! That's stoned out of its mind half the time. And have you HEARD his college stories? That CAN'T be legal. Was this guy raised in a cult!? Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!????
@hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @dcxdpdabbles @hypewinter
2K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Prompt in Memes 5
Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#De aged dan#de aged ellie#dad danny#mom danny#Fuck it make this a Hazmat Au too with a hint of eldritch Phantom form#Hence why no one realizes Danny Fenton & Phantom Dark are different people#No Danny is not ghost king he's just a little shit#Jazz is in Metropolis & Danny is around depending on where the âfield tripsâ are#Sometimes he's in Gotham because Scarecrow or Ivy offers a lecture#Most of the time they're in Central though because it's safest for the baby villains in the making lol#Danny is taking classes for both medical stuff (thx Frostbite) and engineering#A couple of time travelling villains ADORE him and his kids lol#âSo u a monsterfucker?â âWhatâ âI mean I saw that ghost hero & I'm just sayin that's not human y'know-â#Tucker stop laughing at him#Tucker and Sam and Val are also in the same villain school but taking different classes#Save for Tucker also being in an engineering class#Sam is fighting for that Ivy internship#Val is in the specialized Anti-Hero course that focuses on teen heroes who are done with that bs#She got in by telling them (not lying) that she's going to take down a branch of government even if she has to blow the whole thing up#Evil College Au#Danny made a mistake & now everyone thinks that he Val Sam AND Tuck were in a relationship with Phantom at some point#Eveery other student now refers to them as the Petty Exes#memes#meme
2K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Thanks to @starry-bi-sky I now have another dpxdc idea based on how Danny would meet the YJ group. And for some reason the Weasels are Thirsty.
Fucking Twitter or TikTok.
Punk/Long Haired/Piercings Young Adult/College age Danny accidently being a Cryptid Thirst Trap. Maybe Danny has Zero fucks to give an does one of those Be Careful Who You Call Ugly in Highschool posts.
Like maybe he's doing a trendy tiktok but like the lights go out due to power outage.and his Eyes are Literally Glowing (nothing else can be seen But his eyes) before the tiktok ends.
Possibly him cheekily posting a selfie showing off his new tongue and lip piercings. Possibly the photo is just a close up of his smirking mouth while he sticks his tongue out between the V his fingers make.
Just Core Four YJ crushing Hard on this Civilian Punk Twunk!
#look what you did!#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp crossover#dp x dc au#fuddddge the urge to draw is So Strong#sassy Punk Danny is Life#zero fucks to give Danny is also Iife#he had to fight ghosts throughout most of his middle and high-school career#he can be a thirsty college student as a treat
553 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Ngl I just find it so funny if Danny just accidentally becomes friends with someone trying to rob him like-
___________________________________
âGet up!â
And he was up, hands above his head and everything. The guy in all black proceeded to pat him down along his pockets while pointing a gun at him otherwise.Â
âHow do you not have a wallet on you?â
âIâm a college student, I can barely afford tuition.â
Thatâs a lie, he was on a full ride scholarship, but they didnât need to know that.Â
âOh you too?â
Did this bitch just say âyou tooâ ? No way.
ââYou too?â Are you doing this to pay for college???â
Ancients, the school system sucked if he had to resort to crime for this.
âYeah- you wouldnât believe how expensive my major is, the textbooks alone cost more than my rent!â
âHoly shit, no kidding. Yeah, why are textbooks so expensive? Why am I paying hundreds of dollars for something that could have been a 2 dollar pdf?â
âRight! I tried asking my professor instead, but he said heâd fail me if I didnât have the right materials! Itâs driving me nuts. Like how am I supposed to pay for all this?â
How Dannt started making conversation with his own robber, he didnât know, but he was happy to finally complain with someone. He hadnât exactly made friends since he got here.
âPersonally I buy used books, and the more trashed they are, the cheaper. Then, you can just use the pdf version but still have the textbook in class. Itâs honestly so much easier. Or you can see if you can borrow it from the library and just bring it in for the classes he checks it, then return it after to avoid the fees. That option is a bit more troublesome though.â
âOh shit, no way! Thatâs awesome, I never thought of that, thanks man! Man, I wish I talked to you sooner.âÂ
âYeah, itâs all good, maybe just avoid the crime after this? Thereâs tons of online jobs you can do during class and stuff. I donât know, thereâs always another option than crime. You sound like a good guy, just desperate.â
The robber turned friend (?) lowered his gun and sighed before returning the items in the bag to everyone. He then apologized to the cashier and then to everyone else before giving Danny a hug (how long had it been since heâd gotten one of those?) and leaving. Danny was so proud of him he almost cried (again).Â
______________
I know it's a bit weird and out of place, but that's bcs its a snippet from a fic I'm writing on ao3 đ
But still, I need more of Danny befriending ppl trying to jump/rob him
#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#danny fenton#college au#prompt#dc x dp prompt#dp prompt#college is too damn expensive#sometimes the guy trying to rob you is just a desperate college student with a mean professor who won't let him use a pdf#justice for side character a
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Bruce finally feels settled in his role as batman. Dick just went to college, the Justice league is doing well and he's got a new Robin. So he decides it's finally time he made his parents proud and finish medical school (and totally not because he wants to be in college at the same time as dick, that's ridiculous Alfred).
Obviously since he's the prince of Gotham he can't really go to Gotham U without being recognized or harassed and since he owns half the buildings he knows he won't be treated fairly so he decides to study in Metropolis.
This is how he ends up in a communication and ethics elective class with a Clark kent, a journalist for the daily planet who is getting his PhD. They slowly develop from strangers to study buddies and maybe even more while Bruce balances academic pressure, with being batman and a dad to dick 2.0 jason.
As the year goes on and he has to deal with assignments, group projects, literal teenagers and not always being perfect Clark's apartment slowly becomes a safe space as he learns to ask for help and accept change.
#college au#But their still adults#And ik this time line means Jason will probably die right before Bruce has to write his finals or something#But I think that makes it even better#Or it could be set while he's dead and when he comes back he's like wtf do you mean Bruce is a doctor now#Also he's definitely doing this to cope with dick being gone#This could also be a no capes au if you wanted#But I can just imagine Bruce coming over to pull all nighters at Clark's apartment#superbat#superbat fanfiction#batman#bruce wayne#worlds finest#dc comics#clark kent#superman#bruce x clark#superbat fic#jason todd#dick grayson#writing prompt#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writing#dc#dcu
407 notes
¡
View notes
Text
mascot!jj had charmed you.
he had handed you the party invite whilst wearing the full mascot get up, sweaty hair stuck to his head, cheeks flushed post game, tongue wetting his lips. jj was an odd one, the rules were different at college. you can be a dork, a mascot for the sports team â but if you were likeable, charming, and cute â youâd still get invited places.
âbetter see you there, iâm like, so serious.â heâd grinned when he placed the flier in your hand, eyes lingering before he runs off to hand out more.
now there you were, watching him be a social butterfly â shyly stood at his side with a tight dress on. it was nice to see him without the big mascot costume, now stood there â looking alot less sweaty, the college sweatshirt on, a cap sat snugly backwards on his head. you already knew he was cute and charming, but tonight you were seeing him in a different light. the type that made you down your drink a lot quicker, needing that buzz of confidence.
you were aware of rafeâs presence at this party, and that he wanted you â so naturally he wasnât very happy about seeing you lingering around jj the whole night. the cameron boy was already pretty gone by the time youâd turned up, so it was hard to keep his attention for too long anyway â rafe getting sucked into beer pong with the boys or worse, disappearing to the bathroom and reappearing fifteen minutes later sniffing and playing with his nose. heâd give you a sweaty five minutes, grinding up behind you on the dance floor before running off to force his friends to âchug.â
but you had jjâs attention. he didnât miss a beat.
when it came to passing around a joint, he practically smacked it out of his friends hand to grab at it.
âdude, seriously â yâgotta offer it to the lady first. where are your manners? likeâŚâ he scolds, shaking his head before holding it up with raised brows. âcare for some greens mâlady?â he presents, making you giggle. you lower your voice, a little embarrassed.
âiâve never done that before.â
heâs quick, eyes widening and jerking his hand away. âohâ forget it then. itâs gone. sâtotally cool we donât gottaââ
âwaitâ no i⌠i wanna try⌠with you.â you bring your hands to a clasp on your lap, lifting your shoulders shyly as if to bat away the eyes on your interaction, and you physically watch him melt. not only in relief, but in adoration.
âwhâ really? donât feel like you have to. iâm cool either way.â
you take two tokes and youâre done, and jj is indeed cool with it. chuckling as he takes it away from you, he brings it to his own mouth, inhaling before blowing away from you and standing up. âyâknow what? sometimes two is like, more than enough. gettinâ you some water âkay, two secs.â
youâre all warm and hazy as you watch him walk away, grinning ear to ear as you donât even acknowledge rafe shoulder checking him as they pass eachother, saying something you donât hear. jj flips him off as he walks on, and thatâs that. youâve never had two guys fight over you before, and though usually you hate the attention being on you, even when youâre up dancing on that fieldâ you couldnât help but feel some arousal stirring inside you. it was nice to feel wanted.
maybe thatâs why you downed your drink, why that shyness started to drain your body, why you ended up in some sorority chicks walk in closet, practically climbing jj maybank as you frantically overlap tongues.
you canât believe the words flying from your mouth as you pant wetly in his ear, so beside yourself you couldnât believe it. his hand is stuffed down your panties, jaw dropping when he really acknowledges how soaked you are. âwannaâ wanna suck you off, jayj.â you moan, and even in the moment you know you sound like a desperate pornstar. jj physically shudders, eyes screwing shut like he could cum right there.
âyouâ okayâ i mean thereâs no way like youâre impossibly hot and should be seriously like⌠not interested in me dude â sorry not dude, youâre not aâ whatever, lemme make you cumâ see how ya feel after.â
he shakes his head at his own rambling, dropping a quick kiss to your cheek when you freeze to listen to him with wide glossy eyes, biting his lip and scrunching his nose in concentration as he extends his arm a little more, trying to find that spot. surprisingly, it seemed like heâd done this quite a few times before. if you werenât so aroused, your stomach mightâve twisted in jealousy.
he sinks his middle finger inside you, and extends his thumb to dust little circles over your clit and your knees buckle, jaw dropping. he supports more of your weight, nodding knowingly. âyup. theeere it is. alright, lemme get you right mama.â
and that he did.
543 notes
¡
View notes
Text
need | h.s oneshot
summary: the two elite enemies of St Jacklyn college finally cave against the mass amounts of sexual tension theyâve shared⌠at a campus sleepover of all things.
warnings: SMUT, hot and heavy, enemies with impulsive benefits, dirty talk, fingering (fem rec), piv sex, classic supply closet sex!!
a/n: after being gone for a little while (basically M.I.A letâs be fr) I wanted to post a little smutshotđ¤
âââ
At college, things happen, and they happen fast.
One minute youâll be doing homework, and the next youâll be at a party after a spontaneous invite.
Or youâll plan for a night with friends but find yourself hooking up with a campus stranger.
Itâs the way of life, youâre either going from one extreme to the other, or youâre not really in college.
And thatâs exactly whatâs currently about to happen to you again. Itâs about to be zero to a hundred with you and one of the worst people to walk St Jacklyn halls.
It had started out as you both being out on a walk for fresh air, somehow at the same time. Which turned into a run in as it always does with the two of youâ Harry Styles, the colleges token âgoldenâ boy immediately tutting out, âwell well, look who else has snuck out for a walk around the halls.â
âHow unfortunate our walks have coincided.â You had drawled at him, shaking your head as your feet clacked against the smooth stone flooring.
He had morphed a solo stroll into a joint one, because now he trailed by your side as you wandered the schools dim corridors, âdonât sound so upset, I know yâtruly excited by the prospect.â
âHarry, can you fuck off?â Originally, this walk was purposed to clear your muddled head.
One of your ex-friends, Belle, had come up to you in the libraryâ which was turned into a sleeping quartersâ with a snide expression written all over her face. She was imploring that in around 2 hours, you check the St Jacklyn gossip page.
It sounds fickle, because it is fickle. The site is dedicated to the drama that goes on at the huge school. And you had been on the front page more than you wouldâve liked lately, especially after your fall out with Belle.
âWhy would I want to do thatâŚ? Plus, Iâve heard word that a story is bubbling about you.â He supplies, and your gaze slants over to him.
His long untamed hair is set free over his shoulders, and his green eyes were already trained on yours.
A sigh breaches through your mouth, the news coming from him is as unfortunate as being murdered before a month long holiday in the tropics. Because if he knows about it, then it just means Belle is telling everyone.
âDo you happen to know what itâs about too?â You ask, half prepared for him to avoid the question.
Which good thing you were expecting it, because thatâs just what he did, âSheâs being rather venomous. I really didnât think sheâd find footing after what she did to you. Shes much likeâŚâ he pauses in thought, brows furrowed as he files through his mind, âlike a pest you canât quite catch.â
âA pest.â You repeat in agreement, the first time youâve ever sided with him on a statement, despite it being a backhanded dig at the fact you canât seem to sort it out once and for all.
âIndeed, dove. And from what i know, the news thatâs going up is nothing good.â He smirks, hands coming to clasp behind his back.
âAh, bad news about me on St Jacklyns gossip page. Something you would know nothing about, of course.â You sneer at him, a reminder that you have neither forgiven or forgotten.
âAll is fair in love and war, darling.â He justifies with a shrug, âyou canât claim to be a saint either.â
âNever did.â A scoff pasted your lips, âhowever you cant claim you didnât start it.â
He overlaps you with his steps, now walking backwards in front of you, his eyes trailing up and down your body, âJust as bitter as everâŚâ
âOf course Iâm bitter.â You spat out, flaring your hands out in quickly bubbling anger.
âYouâre acting as if you werenât the one to tell the blog I was sleeping with Sherman! Which was a fucking lie!â
âAnd like you didnât egg my house after it.â He fires back.
âYou stole my cat and dyed him green.â
âWell, yâshouldnt let your cat outside.â
âYouâre a horrible person.��
âAnd you know what, Y/N, I think you are too.â He smiles, as though heâs proud of you.
âGod.â You frustratedly huff out, stopping all together.
He smirks, coming to a halt as well, âNot my name, but I can appreciate the confusion.â
He steps forward into your space, lips curling upward, something mischievous sparkling in his green gaze.
âYou are unbelievable.â You shake your head, face contorting with disgust. Trying to ignore his muscles that are popping as he crosses hims arms over his chest.
âOh, but I have a feeling you love it.â He coos.
âI hate you, Harry.â You grit out, mimicking his stanceâ turning the sight of the two of you into the likes of a stand off.
âMmm, you do?â A low hum comes from his throat, licking his lips as he looks at you.
âHarder than youâd ever be able to fathom.â You almost stutter out, mind fumbling as youâre sure he is mapping out some kind of move heâs about to make on you.
Things around here imitate a game of chess, every play as calculated as the next.
He is smiling at your constant digs of his character. Youâre so this, youâre so that, youâd kept saying to him. Finding the most offensive describing words you could.
âSo unbelievable that if I kissed you right now, youâd be shocked?â
You scowl at him, ânot that I think youâd have the balls, but yes, I likely would be.â
âIs that a challenge?â He further perks up at your quip.
You have doubts heâd ever follow through, because you nod, with a cock of your brow. And oh how you were wrong about that. You shouldâve known with the way he was eyeing you off like a meal.
He leans forward into your space, fast like the wind, yet his kiss like a breeze. Quick and gentle, and his point proven with a smug smirk being felt against your mouth hardly a second before he pulls away.
Youâ however shocked and slightly appalled that the enemies mouth just touched yoursâ are frozen to the spot.
He soaks in the look of surprise on your features, and a part of him tingles with the thrill of kissing someone who he knows could try and ruin his life. Just as you had countless times before.
An adrenaline rush spiked in him, along with something else, something stronger that he canât quite put his finger on.
âWant your own challenge?â he suggests, derailing from his original plan. He doesnât wait for an indication of an answer from yourself.
âYou wouldnât dare admit that you enjoyed that.â He muses.
âI didnât.â You try to force confidence in your voice, certainty. But youâre only sounding defensive, just like a liar.
His words kick you into gear, and you shove his shoulder with the flat of your handâ yet it hardly budges his firm figure in the dim hallway.
âShould we try again?â The direction of the wind had changed, clearly. His voice a low constant hum, leaning forward again, hands brushing gingerly against your waist.
You swear the warm lights upon the walls flicker as though they were a flame being licked by the shift in the air around you.
âNo.â You scoff, hands grabbing his wrists where they hung loosely on your hipboneâ youâre tempted by his scent, but cautious of his habitual lying.
A wrong move and he will use it against you.
âAnd why not?â He says, and you choose your next words carefully.
âBecause. You have to admit it first.â You state, deciding not to entirely close off the idea of kissing him again, but atleast removing an aspect of vulnerability from it.
âIâll show you,â he pulls your body further into his, nose nudging against your own. It pushes your face up so your mouth is more accessible to his.
Youâre suddenly flushing at the action, this was too far to prove a pointâ even for youâ you decided.
He feels you squirm, âDo you not want me to kiss you? Or are you just nervous around me.â
âDonât be conceitedâŚâ you scowl against his cheek, âyou still repulse me.â
His throat makes a deep sound, and he grazes over your mouth. A tease, he does it again, and again.
The heat of his mouth is brushing yours in a torturous cycleâ one that doesnât seem to be ending on his terms. A soft pass of his lower lip, and youâre eager for more, but he pulls away just a fraction. All you can feel is the hot air passing through his parted lips. He doesnât give in.
âI wouldnât make you do something you didnât want tâdoâŚâ His voice is no more than a whisper. It is truth as much as it is a trap. Heâs instating that if you make the next move, you want this.
Everything is in the fine print around here.
You can feel him talking almost against your mouth, the small vibration of every syllable that passes through his lips. Itâs tempting beyond belief, beginning to forge a sense of desperation in your body that not even you can condone.
His plan is working to a tea. You hate him so much for it.
He brushes his hands over you, heat radiating from his body. But not pushing into your mouth, just lingering.
Not making a move until you cave against him first.
He somehow knows you like the back of his hand, because you couldnât resist pushing back into his mouth after all that. Despite the alarm bells absolutely blaring in your head, you went against them completely.
Three minutes of teasing was practically all it was, but it was enough to leave the hairs on your body standing up, and your lungs panting for air.
Enemies spend so much time carving stakes to throw at each other, that along the way they find out more about one another than anyone else. Idiosyncrasies that you somehow learn from warfare, has now stemmed into to being used with the art of⌠romance or whatever you call it.
Probably not romanceâ actually not at all romanceâ but whatever this is.
You know itâs true because right now, your hands are itching to pull his hair. You know heâs into it, since a whole post got aired out about it and you tried to use it against him hardly a few months ago.
He only played it off with a smirk, and an offer to see just how riled up it got him.
Just as now he bites at your lip, a thing he worked out of you when you were absolutely trashed at Belleâs end of semester party.
Something he cant lie heâs been craving to do since he found out.
This kiss goes from teasing and something thatâs merely testing boundaries to an entirely fueled makeout session.
There was no room for words suddenly, except muttered curses being shared between the two of you.
Both of you are moving in sync, stepping backwards until his hands fumble with the door of a conveniently placed supply closet.
Your mind is whirling as he guides you into the even darker room. Hardly lit, it made everything feel like you were imagining it. Only outlines are visible, thanks to the thin warm rays of light snaking their way through the gap in the door.
Christ, he is tugging you hard against him, and you want it⌠his hands skating over your hips and dipping teasingly down to your ass are hardly helping your case.
Finally you get something out of your mouth, âfuckâ is this still a part of your stupid agenda? Or do you actually want something?
He grabs your wrist, suddenly guiding it down to a place you can feel just how much he wants something.
You bite down hard on your lip to contain the gasp that almost slipped out as you feel the bulge heâs sporting beneath his jeans, âfeel that, baby?â
Fuck⌠this is going to completely fuck you over. You need him? It hits you like a tonne of bricks, and also straight between your own legs.
A whine exits your mouth quicker than you can hold it back, and you wish for an ounce of shame that Harry just heard that. But you canât seem to find it.
And infact, he revels in the noise, that high pitched sound of need that comes from you. It fuels him, because he wants to hear more of it.
Neither of you are thinking about circumstances right now. All you can feel is the intense sense of desire.
At least for yourself, the idea of finding a way to royally fuck Harry over is on the back burner.
You remind yourself this is just how college is. Things happen, and thatâs fineâŚ
Well, thats how youâre justifying right now. Because in reality, you donât have a lot else to vouch for yourself with.
Overall, youâre stricken of breath from your actions, both figuratively and literally.
The way Harryâs lips are melded to yours, hot and smoothâ kissing your mouth with such keen intent, anyone from the outside would think the situation laid on completely different grounds to the reality.
His body is moving insatiably against yours now, like youâre two people who have been longtime acquaintances or friends that have finally managed to make a move.
His hands skate the skin of your back with fervour, as though you both were strangers that really hit it off at an event.
But you still think those circumstances wouldnât feel nearly as good as this one did. The hatred that flooded you everytime he was around fuelled you all the same.
Your hand is still placed over his bulge, cupping it as you both half devour each other. Itâs hot to know youâre currently placed over his most vulnerable spot, and the fact heâs allowing it.
Especially when thereâs enough history to warrant a punch to the groin.
Itâs a reminder to how horrid an idea this technically is. That youâre fraternising with the worst person you possibly could.
You pant against him, spitting out a much needed reality check, âFuckâ I still hate you.â
He is your enemy. Your adversary. Your opponent. Not friend, only foe. Yet youâve landed yourself in this supply closet with him. At your college. While half of your grade level is mingling downstairs.
You canât tell if you regret picking a college that does so many random community activities. Such as a college sleepout, camping on campus as theyâd deemed it.
It was set to strengthen connections with peers and mesh with those you havenât before upon a familiar location.
And oh, are you meshing with someone you donât usuallyâŚ
âHate me, hm?â He hums against the skin of your throat, baring his teeth and grazing them against it. Evoking a shudder from you at the sensation, which zipped down your spine and furthering the pool of warmth that gathered at the peak of your thighs.
Your hands tightened as they clutched his waist, nails scratching against the muscled flesh as you searched for a response.
âYouâre an ass, Harry, I cant forget that even with your tongue in my mouth. AndâŚâ He licked a stripe up your neck, drawing back to meet your eye level as you spoke. Suddenly words werenât coming out again.
âAnd?â He prompts, âCanât forget thaâ even when im making you feel this good? When im getting you this worked up? And, probably when you know im able to give you the best orgasm of your life.â
You shoved his chest, yet balling his shirt up so you could immediately pull him closer against you. The idea of going further made you flushed, despite that being the only way everything is headed with the make out session you just had.
But itâs hard to miss the way itâs exactly what your body is rioting for. Not to mention the way his gorgeous and pouty face thatâs hardly visible in this light works you up even more.
âJust⌠shut your mouth. Keep it closed.â You pleaded, letting your hands slide underneath his shirt and scratch against his taut muscles. A part of you longing to see the tattoos hidden beneath.
âHow would I do this, then?â He guided his lips back against yours and licked into your mouth. His skilful tongue made you weak against him, the way it swirled around your own.
The exchange almost made your knees buckle where you stood pressed up against the door. Hands wringing against the oddly soft skin of his back, his mouth tasting of mint.
Every part of him was unfairly perfect, down to the way he tastedâ which made you almost drool it was that good. But regardless, itâs messed up heâs allowed to walk around being so flawless.
Well, physically flawless anyway⌠given what flaws he lacks in that department, he makes up for with his subpar personality.
As his warm mouth moves against yours, your hands dipped back down to where his belt laid, toying with the buckle.
He drew his mouth back, yet pushing his thigh forwardâ slotting it between your legs with a satisfied hum. âPretty thing, pullinâ on mâbelt like youâre desperate for something.â
His words made you shudder, and you know heâs trying to ease you into some kind of submission. And you hate the way it would probably work.
âDesperate? Coming from the one who is already pushing his cock into my hand through his jeans.â The scoff he let out gave you a rush of satisfaction.
Although he didnt verbally retaliate, a hand tucked into your hair and pulled your head back. Exposing your neck so he could suck a harsh mark into it.
âYâall talk, darlingâŚâ he whispers, letting your hair go and slipping his fingers nimbly under your fitted shirt.
His hand is pressed into your breast firmly over the top of your bra, held down by the tight fabric of your top.
It renders you senseless, the feeling of his warm palm atop your skin. Hand held over the heart you swore a million times he wanted to rip out of your chest.
Your own fingertips glide along his arm, feeling the soft hair dusting them, and coming to instinctually clutch his bicep.
There was both fear and arousal pumping through you, it was a sick and twisted adrenaline high that pushed you further into his game.
You unconsciously ground yourself against the thigh his had worked its way between your legs, a whimper slipping out as he gently squeezed your tit.
His name slipped from your mouth, sounding like a desperate plea.
âY/N, baby.â He mocks almost, âjust tell me what you need.â
Itâs a shame you didnât have the strength to even hesitate, âYou.â
A satisfied hum from his throat embarrassed you, yet not enough to stop grinding down onto his jean-covered thigh.
His hand retracts from where it was inside your top, and disappears south. Fingers dipping below the fabric of your leggings, and touching over your core like it was nothing.
Your legs nearly gave out as his fingers drew over your fabric covered clit. A noise rattling in your chest as he adds a hint of pressure.
It feels heavenly even over a layer of fabric. Nails were now dug into the flesh of his arm, and your brain starting racing even faster than your heart.
Need, need, need.
Thatâs the only chorus you could hear in you head, you needed to feel his fingers press inside of you. You would even resort to begging if it came to it.
âEveryone always acts like youâre such a good girl, dove.â He shakes his head, already foreshadowing his disagreement with his tone.
He delivers a flick of your clit, âbut youâre not really. Not at all.â
The dampness of your panties could almost make him moan aloud, but he holds himself back, continuing his little speech.
âIf only they could see how wet your pussyâs gotten for me. Just how badly you want something from me.â
âShut up.â You wish it held even a hint of venom, but it was yet another plead to him.
He leans forwards and captures your lips in a short but searing kiss, licking into your mouth for hardly a second before retracting.
âWant my fingers inside of you?â He asks, ignoring your previous complaint.
The idea sounds like a fucking dream right now, and you nod feverishly despite him hardly being able to see it.
âYes, just do it, please.â
He waits hardly much longer before pushing your soaked underwear aside, allowing his middle finger to slip through your wet centre.
The sensation of the first contact skin-to-skin releases a full body shudder from you, and then furthers into a groan as he eases into your soaked hole.
He wastes no time curving it upward, eager to hear your moans. Thereâs no resistance as he touches you, you melt into him.
âFucks sake,â he curses as you rut into his palm, craving the friction of it against your clit.
âSo keen to grind yourself all over my hand, huh? Who wouldâve thought Iâd have you in here tonight, making a mess on my fingers.â
His voice is idilic as it enters your euphoric mind, even though his words are a dig at you, you can help but be turned on even more by it.
âPleaseâŚâ you whine, although youâre not even sure what it is youâre begging for.
He starts to move his hand faster, thereâs a level of skill behind it, he knows what heâs doing.
The pressure of his upper palm against your clit, and the circles heâs rubbing inside of you. Pressing at a sweet spot thatâs making you drip.
Itâs not long before you can hear how wet you are, hardly masked by the moans flying from your mouth.
âAlready going to come?â He chuckles, kissing at your mouth.
âFuck, fuckâ HarryâŚâ
He pushes in a second finger, making your back arch in pleasure. Christ, it felt so fucking good.
You are so unbelievably wet, and in the back of your mind you canât believe heâs got you in a state like this.
Palms fisting at his shirt, pulling him as close as you can get. He can tell youâre starting to unravel between him.
Your hole is pulsing in response to his fast and firm hands, and profanities flying from your lips.
âCmon, show me how much you hate me, Y/N.â
âI hate you!â You cry, and the feeling of your impending orgasm is taking over your whole body. Itâs burning in your stomach, aching in your chest.
His fingers somehow curl faster inside of you, and finally make you snap.
A cry falls from your mouth and your hips jerk harshly against him.
âRide it out, good girlâŚâ he coos to you, and your head is spinning.
Somehow, as you come down from your high, it was not enough.
âMore, Harry.â
A silence envelops you both for a second, âwhat?â
âNeed you inside of me.â
When he doesnât move to action your request, you start fumbling to unbuckle his belt.
âWoah, slow down baby. Think for a second, gotta let you settle first.â His tone translates as unsure in your mind.
âDo you not want to?â You frown at him, âJust say that, im not going to beâ
âNo.â He immediately interjects, ânot sayinâ that at all dove, just want you to clear yâhead for a second.â
His hand has slipped out of your leggings, and his reminder makes you take a deep breath. It was almost sweet, even though it was the bare minimum.
âIâm fine.â You sigh, âthank you, though.â
âYou donât have to do anything you donât want to, okay?â
Youâre surprised he has any decency at all in that regard.
âI knowâŚâ your hands have now slid his belt off him, âbut I want you to fuck me, like fuck me absolutely stupid.â
âGod, Y/N.â He rasps, âtrying to be so gentle with you right now, anâ yâjust want to be filled with my cock.â
âI do, so help me take these off.â You work to slide his jeans down.
Thereâs a fumble with eachothers clothing that quickly follows, all the sudden shirts are being torn off and pants shucked down from eachothers legs.
Thrown in random directions to be dealt with a later time, because right now all the can be felt is the desire.
âIâve got a condom.â
âWhy the fuck do you have a condom at a school camp out?â You scoffed, but typical of Harry to cart around a condom âjust incaseâ.
âAh well, yknow. Prepared for any occasion.â
You rolled your eyes, hands pressed on his chest, âGod you have a way of making a girl feel special.â
âDarling, if youâre worried about that let me show you.â He runs his fingers down your body, lingering on the low of your belly.
âI shouldnât be so surprised, I know better than anyone youâre one of St Jacklynâs biggest man whores.â
âNot a man whore, just have an appreciation for a womanâs beauty.â
You lean in to kiss at his jaw, âIâll pretend thatâs not a bit objectifying.â
He groans, subconsciously cocking his head back so you have more room to peck at, âyouâre impossible to please.â
âYou havenât tried that hard yet.â You sing, swinging the topic back to its original starting point.
âOh yea?â He grips at your waist, tearing the condom he pulled from god knows where and moving his briefs down his thighs so he can roll it down his length.
He quickly pushes you back, so your body is pressed into the wall again, and a heat envelopes your body all over again.
His hands are now toying with your underwear, his lips back over yours as he teases you all over again.
You can feel his cock pressed against your thigh, and although thereâs hardly enough light to get a good look, you can tell heâs big. Perfectly equipped, if you will.
Your hand finds its way to wrap around him, wishing for a second he wasnât covered with a condom so you could really feel him.
Nevertheless, you give him a slow and steady stroke, taking great pride in the pleasure-filled sigh that gets drawn from his lungs.
âFuck Y/NâŚâ
âLook whoâs whining now, good boy.â
He doesnât even have the mental resolve to quip back at you, he simply cranes into your touch, mouthing at your chest absentmindedly.
âYouâre gonna make mâcome before im even inside of you. Câmere.â
He tugs your underwear down all the way, letting you step out of it. Wasting no time sliding his hand around the back of your thigh, lifting it up around his waist.
Your hands run over his shirtless frame, palming at the taut abs he has, trying not to salivate.
âYou tell me if you want to stop or change something, alright?â
You nod, but it wasnât enough for him, âneed an answer, darling.â
âYes, thank you.â Your answer was sighed, a flutter of your eyelids as he presses his cock against your clit.
You whine as he runs his tip through your slit, coating himself in your pooled arousal, his breathing heavy.
He takes his time here, teasing you, pushing into you just enough to have you clenching around him yet still leave you begging him for more.
âHarry, Harry please.â
He knew exactly how to work you so he got this. The begging and pleading to be filled up with him.
âTell me what yâwant.â His voice is raspy, yet drips with honey.
âYou.â
He tuts, flicking your sensitive clit, âneed more detail than that.â
âWant⌠fuck.â You roll your hips against him, âwant you to fuck me so deep, please. Need to feel you all the way inside of me.â
There was no shame for you right now, all you could focus on was the pulsing need deep in your core, aching to be stretched out by him.
âThatâs it dove,â he finally pushes in, moaning in sync with you.
âFuck, you feel so nice around me.â
Your hole is already clenching around his length, your hips mindlessly grinding down into him. Pulling him in deeper until heâs hitting all the perfect spots.
He groans at your needy rutting against him, making him start to pump inside of you, hardly taking a slow start.
You feel your brain nearly switch off, all but the part thatâs associated with him. His scent, his touch, all the history that youâre seemingly fucking out right now.
âNeed you to go harder.â You cry, making him almost chuckle.
âWhat a wonderful thing tâhear from you. That you, the girl who fucking hates me wants me to fuck her senseless.â His statement is panted out, and usually youâd say something snarky back, but right now none of that crosses your mind.
âPlease, want you to ruin meâŚâ
Right now that is all you want, to be completely ruined.
He doesnât take your request light heartedly, he ruts into you with deep and fast strokes. Hand coming to where your clit is, toying with it at the same pace.
He mutters dirty words into your ear as he keeps going, winding you up even when you didnât think you could anymore.
âCmon baby, show me how you let go around me.â He pushes, grabbing at the back of your head, lacing his hands into your hair.
He tugs your lips against his, and your moaning against him still, mouth wide open.
His name falls from your tongue like a mantra, over and over again until youâre nearly collapsed. He has to hold you up when you start to come, your knees completely cave in.
âOh myâ oh my god!â Your whole body rocks against his hold, his cock hitting places inside of you that you didnât even know you had.
âDonât stop, please donât..â you feel the second he starts to unravel with you, his thrusts lapse in pace and all the sudden his breath stutters.
âOh fuck, Y/N!â He grunts and falls into you as, âwhy didnât we do this earlier, fuckinâ hell.â
His cock twitches inside of you, and both of you are stricken of air, lightheaded but filled with so much pleasure.
âThat was so good, HarryâŚâ you kiss at his neck, and his breath passes out as a chuckle.
âStill hate my guts though?â He laughs.
Your palms run down his back, relaxing as he slides out of you, âMhmm, a good fuck isnât gonna change that.â
âAtleast you can admit im good in bed.â He teases.
âTechnically weâre not in a bed, so not sure if that point stands.â
âJust had you crying out my name as you come around my dick nâ youâre already back to mouthing me off.â
âMouthing you off, huh?â
He snorts, âright, you dirty thing.â
âCan mouth you off if you beg for it.â
âAlready want a round two with me, isnât that saying something.â He stares at you, lips curling into a smile.
âYou made me finish twice, seems only fair.â You suggest.
And suddenly, you realised youâve gotten into a very dangerous spiral with a very dangerous player in your game.
Only time will tellâŚ
âââ
a/n: I have hardly edited this but I really really just wanted to post again, I hope itâs okay and the writing isnât too rusty lol
#harry styles smut#harry styles#harry styles one shot#harry styles fanfiction#fanfiction#harry styles imagine#harry styles fluff#fanfic#prompts#reader insert#harry styles x you#harry styles writing#harry styles smutshot#smut#enemies to lovers#enemies with benefits#college au
522 notes
¡
View notes
Note
heyy, i love ur writing ! i know u dont take requests so i js wanted to clarify that this is NOT one of ht i js wanted to know ur thoughts on how u think collagesukuna would react too yuuji calling the reader mom by accident. i think i'd be pretty funnyb
I think heâd be weirded out so bad initially đ
Sure, he and Yuuji had a mom, but itâs not like she was around enough for them to call her mom. Youâre the first girl who has been next to them more than a usual Sukunaâs one night stand, so itâs only natural that Yuuji likes you. Mainly because you care about him too, never letting him feel too left out when youâre both home and treating him like youâre his big sister.
You know when elementary students call their teacher âmomâ? Thatâs kinda how it happens. You just finished cooking lunch for the three of you: Yuuji is yapping his brotherâs ear off and Sukuna is trying not to yell at him to shut the fuck up, distracting himself with videos on his phone.
You hand Yuuji his own full plate and he smiles up at you, saying âThanks mom!â.
You freeze for a moment, then brush it off with a smile. You have little siblings, so itâs not the first time youâve been mistakenly called mom. Sukuna, on the other hand, is gaping; Yuujiâs face is the color of the tomato sauce you put in the pasta. The kid is too embarrassed to say anything, so he just starts to eat as fast as he can. You ask him if itâs good and he tries to avoid your gaze.
âY-yeah, youâre a really great cook! I-Iâm sorry for⌠calling you like that,â he rushes out. He thinks youâre mad, and he doesnât want you to be upset with him. You look confused.
âWhat did you call me? Oh!â You start laughing when the realisation hits. âDonât worry about it, when I was your age I called my aunt âmomâ all the time,â you reassure him, winking. He gives you a little smile, then gets back to eating.
Sukuna has been completely stiff since he heard Yuuji. When you hand him his plate he jumps, then shakes his head and starts eating too.
âWeirdo. Thereâs more if you want to eat like a cow like always,â you say, raising one of your eyebrows. His tense shoulders drop, then he smirks a little.
âSure, maâ.â
He receives a slap on the shoulder from you and a groan from Yuuji.
#this was cuteeeeee#thanks for the prompt!!#ps if you read this before i reblog it the first time know itâs not edited whatsoever okay#college au
427 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Recent anon, my bad, I should have clarified! I suppose a general dialogue and scenario prompt list involving romance between grad students? Thank you again and I'm sorry for the lack of clarification earlier! ^^
Grad Students Romance
Scenarios
They spent weeks quietly sitting next to each other in class. When their professor is late one day they finally start talking.
She blames it on finals that she never noticed that he always takes breaks in the library exactly when she does.
To meet new people a group of students host speed dating nights on campus.
They both have plans on what to do after school. But they are both scared to share it with each other, afraid that the other's plan doesn't include them.
Dialogue Prompts
"Your paper is due tomorrow. I don't want to distract you from that. "But you are my favourite distraction!"
"What do you want to do after grad school?" "I continued to study to avoid that question a bit longer."
"It's a library date!" "Does that count as a real date?"
"There is a party we could go to." "Why do I already feel like we're starting to become too old for student parties?"
"I know it's hard. But I'm here to hopefully motivate you." "Oh, how do you intend to motivate me to study?"
More: College/School Masterpost
Have fun with this list!
- Jana
316 notes
¡
View notes
Text
more incorrect quotes for the stillborn danyal au - dpxdc
---------
Student: so like,, *gesturing to Plasmius* is he like,,, your dad or...?? Phantom: he would be if he wasn't such a BITCH Plasmius: excuse me Phantom: YOU HEARD ME
----------
Under the Bleachers: Danny and Dash smoking in solidarity Dash: Danny: Dash: do you have notes from Lancer's class today Danny: since when do I ever have notes from Lancer's class Danny: I can ask Tucker but only if you have notes from Abernathy's class Dash: deal
-----------
Sam and Tucker: *making s'mores with Danny's lava hair* Danny, as Phantom: >:I Sam: you're just mad because you didn't think of it first Danny: yEAH
-----------
Danny, freshly ghosted: .... Danny: well. at least i dont need to waste money on lighters anymore
-----------
Tucker: with how long your hair gets we may just have to start calling you rapunzel Danny: don't you dare Sam: rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your lava hair Danny: NO
-----------
Danny's hair tie breaks in the middle of a fight Danny: fuck Skulker: language child Danny, pushing lava bangs out of his face: fuck you! just for this im turning your suit into molten slag Skulker: waitholdonwecantALK--
----------
Danny: you know, by your logic Maddie is equally as guilty for abandoning you as Jack. She also never visited you while you were in the hospital. Vlad, had put his infatuation with Maddie aside but still kinda had feelings for her: Vlad: you're right Danny, not used to an adult agreeing with him: I-- huh, I am? Vlad: yes. If Dr. Walker had cared about me -- even if only as a friend, she would have tried to remain in contact with me. But she didn't. She is also as equally guilty for the accident that took your life too since she also failed to properly check over the portal for flaws and any improper wiring. Danny: wait- wait, i mean-- Vlad: this means only one thing Danny, bewildered: ??? Vlad, extinguishing all lingering feelings: I have to kill her too (somehow) Danny: nO.
#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc#dpxdc crossover#dpxdc au#dpxdc prompt#dpdc#stillborn? no still born au#stillborn danny#danyal al ghul au#danyal al ghul#flanderizing the vlad and danny dynamic just a littleđş đş đş as a treat#parental vlad masters#my vlad masters could beat up your canon vlad masters#my vlad masters also wears a ribcage corset and is permanently cursed with BabyFaced 20 Year Oldness when he's plasmius#danny: hey so my foster mom also never talked to you when you were hospitalized tho | vlad: oh shit u right | danny: i am#vlad: she's also not blameless in your death either. | danny: uh oh | vlad (ultimately A Dad First): this means i have to kill her too#bc if phantom can be a permanent 14yo then plasmius is also a permanent college student and i think thats hilarious. he physically cannot#grow a goatee as plasmius. he can get all the facial hair he wants as vlad but not as a ghost. L to him. this only fuels his vendetta#SB Vlad: im gonna kill maddie | canon vlad: you WHAT#hc that maddie got her doctorate with her maiden name first and refuses to change it. jack and vlad both supported this decision in college#and still do. im taking Vlad's creepiness about maddie out back and shooting it in the kneecaps. boom gone now i can just make him Parental#vlad saw maddie try and shoot danny once and promptly did a 180 on his feelings.#vlad: ah well actually fuck you too now. you shot my kid | danny: NOT YOUR KID#i want everyone to know that i was listening to thunder bringer when i was making the vlad plasmius design and so that is now attributed to#him forever and ever. i curse him with the Zeus Boss Battle Theme Song
387 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Prompt 313
You know what? Snake Danny. But not just any snake! Space naga. The world serpent, but literal- a moving galaxy, comets caught in the wakes of his movement, stars nestled between his scales. Heâs like a giant cosmic LBM, wandering throughout time and space while he learns how to be an Ancient.Â
Heâs having fun! Learning so much and itâs a great way to chill for the weekends⌠er, or whenever he is seeing as sometimes Clockwork sends him off to not break a timeline or something. Who knows or cares, he was in space!Â
Sometimes Tucker and Sam joined too, and honestly itâs all so much fun- especially now that they can make their own portals! Câmon he wants to check on this cool dimension he visited a while ago!Â
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Space Snek AU#Big storm quetzalcoatl esque Tucker#life knucker dragon esque Sam#Big mysteries of the universe & itâs a trio of college kids takin a break from things#The GL corps have recordings of a few spottings but usually no one really Sees them because they BIG#So it is startling to get a report of âhey so theyâre right outside the milky way sooâ#Danny: Aw my favorite planet is gone :/ Oh well letâs find this dimensionâs earth itâll be fun#Halfa Trio#Space Core Danny#Storm Core Tucker#Life Core Sam#I will accept ghost king Danny for this IF Sam & Tucker are also ghost king#All three of them are ghost king itâs now a council With a council#the council includes Clockwork- Fright Knight- Frostbite- Pandora- Princess Dora- etc
625 notes
¡
View notes
Text
dpxdc prompt: dead on main fic in which using jason to summon the ghost king has the unintended effect of also working as a love spell (either for jason or danny), and the level-headed one has to figure out how to break the bind while the stupid in love one just has to try to be cool be totally chill itâs so fine iâm so normal
#danny phantom#tayscreams#danny fenton#dpxdc#dpxdc prompt#dead on main#and then by the end they wind up actually for real falling in love with each other#someone please write this iâm too busy with finals and college and work rn to even think about it#but i need a love potion type fic with these two SO BAD#see imagine that the cultists use jason as like a concubine thing but they connect the sigils wrong#and now danny has actual literal hearts in his eyes#jason todd#red hood#ghost king au#do you SEE my VISION
205 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Things for dead on main college aus i have yet to see
Y'all are missing the potential for college library shenanigans omg
Jason doesnt even go to GU he just likes their libraries
Its nearing midnight and the STEM kid (Danny) a couple tables down from Jason is going all mad scientist with the whiteboard. Its very entertaining
You know how Jason has a dating app in WFA? He's meeting his date at a GU library starbucks and he falls for barista!Danny while on his date đ
Danny goes to the library for his between class nap every day at 3:00 and that in itself is very amusing to Jason
Ideas moving away from the library
You know the "unassigned-assigned seat" rule? They share like 2 gen eds and they've ended up next to each other in the back of the auditorium
They're both a few years older than all the freshmen so they naturally gravitate to each other at all the freshmen bonding stuff they're forced to attend that first week
As a freshman you are required to live on campus. Jason has a room but he's never there for obvious reasons. Jason stays the night there like once a week and its cuz he has a 8am the next day. Danny's sleep schedule is weirder than his and Danny is always hanging out in the common room when Jason gets to the dorm at 3am for his one night a week
Danny went to school on time and only Jason started late. Danny is Jason's freshman RA
Jason and Danny get assigned roommates between semesters (halfway through the year) for whatever reason (one of them just started, their roommates decided they wanted to room together, etc). Jason become progressively more lax about the whole Red Hood thing because Danny is a whole new level of weird. He makes Jason look normal. Nothing bothers this guy. Jason got home at 4am covered in blood and all Danny said was "cool beans" before he fell back to sleep. Tim is mystified by him, constantly getting frustrated over if Danny is just that oblivious or he legitimately just does not give a fuck.
They meet in a club. Idk movie club.
They're in the same group chat and when Danny says he's been arrested Jason is the only one to come bail him out. They become besties on the walk home
984 notes
¡
View notes
Text
here with you ; ellie williams. (4.5k.)
⤿ f!reader, college!au, drinking + kissing, fluff fluff fluff <3 lowercase is on purpose , was blasting ceilings by lizzy so excuse the title
⤿ you're invited to another one of dina's off-campus parties not long after finals, where you meet a pretty girl who miraculously knows your name. away from the hustle of the actual party, where people are plastered out of their minds and making a ruckus, you and this pretty stranger get to know each other a little and earn yourselves a place in the other's heart.
âif you want anything just let me know, okay?âÂ
dinaâs hand is warm, splayed across your lower back as she guides you away from what had to be the noisiest place at the party. itâs no surprise she attracts such diverse groups of people, given her gregarious personality and hard-to-overlook kind of beauty.
you would be lying if you said you hadnât had a crush on her when you first met her; itâs dina, how could you not? thankfully, over maybe a year of getting to know her, you realized she wasnât exactly your type and that she was far too head-over-heels for her on-and-off partner to even think about you. honestly, she never shut up about the guy.
âgot it. thanks, dina.â
you definitely were not going to mention the almost completely assured possibility that you wouldnât see her at all for the rest of the night. thing is, when youâre the host of parties like these, you tend to get thrown around a lot. though she doesnât really seem to mind, since this is, at the very least, the fourth party youâve been invited to since finals ended (which was around a month ago).
she hums passively at the acknowledgement, then gestures fluidly towards the rest of the room. there are a few people situated on her couch, a couple of them already putting on a show for the others while a few sit alone, sipping their drinks with reckless abandon. youâve never gotten completely plastered at one of dinaâs parties, always the type to stay back and help her clean up if she hasnât passed out or gotten herself sick, but unsurprisingly, there are always those whoâll take any chance they can get.
âmi casa, su casa.â she sings, then sheâs gone.Â
left alone, you can handle yourself. why the hell would you come here if you couldnât? you head towards what you remember to be the kitchen, but right now looks like a completely unprofessional bar complete with its own bartenderâwho you belatedly recognize to be jesse, dinaâs on-and-off partnerâin search of booze.Â
said bartender nods at you when you catch his eye, pouring whateverâs on the table for tonight into a very typically red party cupâon the house, since you get special privilegeâand sliding it over to the edge of the counter. whateverâs inside sloshes dangerously, threatening a mess whichâd only add to the ugly stickiness of dinaâs countertops, but you grab and take a whiff of it before it can tip over.Â
âwhat, donât trust me?â jesse ribs over the musicâhe speaks of your tentative sniffâ, which is, as youâve just realized, getting progressively louder.Â
âif i say anything,â you mutter, which gets you his typical jesus christ, these people, kind of laugh and he leans back against the counter, right next to you.Â
head crooked to the side slightly, you look him over. objectively, you can see why he and dina mesh so well; theyâre both unbelievably attractive and complement each otherâs personalities perfectly (from what youâve seen, at the very least). their pretty much daily arguments aside, you can tell they love each other and only want the best for one another. that said, you can only imagine whatâs running through his head right now.
âsheâs not going to get shit-faced drunk,â he mutters, and thatâs your cue to leave. you know heâs trying to console himself more than anything.
âno, sheâs not.â, you respond in kind, patting his shoulder with just as much care as one would handle a two-hundred-pound gorilla, before pushing yourself up off the edge of the counter and walking out of the kitchen. god knows he could spend an hour sitting there talking about her; youâve had enough of that for, quite literally, the rest of your life.Â
the sole of your left shoe sticks to the ground a little as you walk, and you thank your past self for owning a strictly-for-parties pair of converse which were, sadly, a little too worn in for your own good. sneaking a glance into the main hall, you catch a glimpse of your best friend seated halfway up the stairs chatting with someoneâmaybe a senior? junior, at the very leastâwhoâs got a guitar case slung over her shoulder and the most unruly head of short, auburn hair youâve ever seen.Â
dinaâs gesturing wildly at the front door, likely having gotten into an argument with said stranger (except it looks far too fond to be serious), when the two of you make eye contact. her eyes are a strikingly pale kind of green, piercing through whatever weak defenses youâd put up for the night in a very relaxed fashion. sheâs got this look on her face that screams uninterested, which is quickly swapped out for a look of rapt attention at your own once she realizes you donât actually plan on looking away.Â
because man, sheâs hot.
itâs just then that a presumably tanked freshman crashes into you and spills the contents of whatever it is they were drinking all over you, effectively shattering whatever that was. really, you would be grateful for itâsomething to spare you the embarrassment of looking too interested in someone way out of your leagueâhad there not been the undeniable presence of cool, once-iced liquor spilling down the front of your printed tee.Â
âoh, fuck,â you curse, nearly missing their hurried apology before they barrel out the front door.
this wouldnât be the first time. you sigh, reluctantly slipping away from all the noise, away from the pretty stranger, to deal with your problem. usually, youâd have an extra top shoved haphazardly into dinaâs closet, something you could throw on in the worst-case scenario, but laundry day was just yesterday and all of your stuff was piled on your bed back home. already you could feel the liquor causing the shirtâs fabric to stick, leaving an icky, gross feeling that was begging to be cleaned up. the humidity from everyoneâs breathing was not helping.
you set your cup down on a random table (never to be seen again) as you make your way to the bathroom. you wouldnât be surprised to find the door locked, having been an unsuspecting party crasher one too many times in your first and some of your second year, but luckily the roomâs unoccupiedânot for longâand you slip in and lock the door behind you after waving off a concerned glance from jesse, whoâs very slowly making his way to his girlfriend. no surprise there.Â
âoookay, fuck.â you curse, flipping the light switch and nabbing a couple (a lot) of the mini towels out of dinaâs probably way-too-expensive towel rack and pressing them to your front, hoping theyâll soak up some of the leftover moisture, at least save you from the mortification of showcasing to everyone your chest and abdomen.
it doesnât really help.
again, not an irregular occurrence, so youâre not too worried; dinaâs typical party etiquette has ensured that everyone here will leave you be and mind their own business. that doesnât help your pride, but you concede to stepping back out and flipping the light switch off behind you as you make your way to the front.
this time, when you cross the main hall, dinaâs gone and so is her friend. accompanying disappointment comes the ponderance of whether jesse found dina or not and if the pretty stranger has left, but you remind yourself youâll find out laterâprobably near midnight when people start to filter out for the night and youâre tasked with cleaning upâ, however frustrated that makes you, given the fact youâd lost a chance you probably never had in the first place.Â
you pass a group of what look like sophomores playing beer pong against seniorsâor maybe even graduates?âon your way out, and silently curse the growing pool of booze dripping on the floor right next to the table on your way outside.
the door is wide open, so being engulfed in cold air on your way outside is no surprise. luckily, the weather is calming down a little after a gruelling winter, so thereâre only a couple of piles of leftover snow and the breeze doesnât serve as an immediate freezer. however, your damp tee is anything but a savior and causes an eruption of a ton of goosebumps across the pane of your chest, stretching as far as your shoulders, which are only covered by the loose fabric of your top.
youâre not sure what you expect to see when you turn the corner to dinaâs garage, but seeing her and her boyfriend sucking face is absolutely not it. dinaâs got him pressed right up against the garage door, and youâre pretty sure that if jesse werenât sober out of his mind heâd be giving into every single one of her wordless demands.
you slip past easily, far away enough to go by soundlessly and completely bypass the twoâs freaky-ass sixth sense. the back gate is just as well-managed as the rest of the house and opens quietly, in no contrast to the backyard itself, which is empty and well-kempt. you know only you and a select few people are actually allowed into dina and her parentsâ pretty backyard, so peace is expected and welcomed. the breeze is also blocked by the house, which is nice.
there are a couple of flowers blooming already, and their scent wafts through the air, bringing a natural sort of calm. the yard is illuminated by the houseâlight dances in beautiful patterns against the greens and greys that make up the gardenâ, but so is the relaxed silhouette of the same pretty stranger you saw less than ten minutes ago. this time, sheâs hunched over in one of dinaâs ugly bright-green lawn chairs with a guitar seated in her lap.
you consider her privacy and the fact that maybe she doesnât want company right now or that sheâs too busy with her music as you make your way overâaside from those ugly lawn chairs, really, thereâs nowhere else to sitâbut then banish your hesitancy with the acknowledgement that this is just as much a space for you as it is for her.Â
the chair scrapes against the patio as you pull it out, just far away enough from the brunette to make yourself seem open and friendly, but respectful of her space. you worry the cheap plastic is going to snap beneath your weight as you sit down, but it holds well and serves as a final, much-needed resting spot for your already sore feet. once your rustling stops, you hear the gentle strum of a guitar and realize the girl hasnât stopped playing.
you relax further into your seat.Â
closer up now, you have the chance to really look at her. her hairâs pulled back now, half-up half-down, a lot less dishevelled than sheâd been when youâd last seen her.Â
looking lower, sheâs wearing a low-cut short-sleeve and an unbuttoned flannel long-sleeve. skin-tight, ripped jeans line what look like toned thighs and spread legs, stained black and white converse completing the look. her fingers move deftly between frets, over strings, and you just barely catch the edges of a black and white tattoo peeking out from beneath her sleeve. sheâs got really nice hands, you think, just as pretty as her face.
âi can feel you fuckinâ staring.âÂ
her tone is accusing, but not necessarily malicious or irritated; she doesnât even look up at you when she says it, adjusting her guitar in her lap as she works at whatever sheâs trying to play. her voice suits her, too, you think, and shift a little where you sit at the thought.Â
âsorry. youâre really good at guitar.â you mutter, earning an amused chortle from the girl across from you. itâs a pathetic excuseâyouâre well aware of your own unsubtletyâbut there was something there, something between you two, not long ago, and youâre not just going to let it slip away. the alcoholâs got you pleasantly buzzed, and youâre sure that if you were a little soberer, youâd be embarrassed.Â
âyou think so?âÂ
she looks up now, a brow raised. you catch the slit in her right eyebrow, cocked slightly as her gaze rakes over you. sheâs got this lilt to her voice that feels like it means trouble, however, it does nothing but pique your interest a little more.Â
your response of âmhm. you play real nice.â earns you another glance over.
âiâve seen you around a couple times. youâre a friend of dinaâs, right?â she questions, looking between you and her instrument as she tunes what she seems to think is an out-of-tune string. her legâthe one which has the least contact with her guitarâbounces gently against the patio floor, and it takes you a second to realize sheâs seen you around before and remembers you.
âyeah. best friend? i think? she likes to call it that.â, you joke, shoulders trembling slightly at the very unwelcome entrance of another breeze, carrying in the temperature from the front into the back. the sound of the strangerâs laugh is already addicting, especially when it feels genuine. thatâs sometimes hard to come across, and youâre already starved for it even though youâve been speaking to this girl for like, a minute.
âiâll tell her you said that. shouldnât she have an extra top for you or something?âÂ
âshe does, usually. kinda forgot to leave a couple here.â you hum, pointedly ignoring the third glance over the girlâs given you since sheâd first laid her eyes on you. her lips are pursed slightly, gaze trained wholly on your face whenever you speak yet it wanders when silence stretches between you two. her eyes are locked on something behind your head when she speaks again.
âare you two a..?âÂ
âthing? no, have you met jesse?â
âdinaâs got a ton of other people that arenât jesse, babe.â
your cheeks warm at the pet name, and you realize sheâs right. dinaâs had a couple of other flings outside of jesse; every time the two of them break up, she runs off to someone else before realizing she doesnât want anyone but him. then, suddenly, without your permission, your mind wanders at the idea of someone wanting you the same way those two want each other.Â
âno, weâre not,â you shake your head as she looks back at you. briefly, so momentarily, you question whether she actually likes girls or notâand if it seems like you doâso add a quick and easy-sounding, âthink i liked her a year or so back, though.â
the stranger nods, and youâre suddenly hit with the fact that you donât know her name.Â
caught in your own head, you donât register her leaning back in her seat, guitar following her movements, pressed right up against her abdomen. you do though, notice her shrugging her long sleeve off and balling it up in her free hand before it's carelessly thrown your way. your rapt attention towards her movement is pretty much the only reason you were able to catch it; itâs warm from her own body heat in your cold hands. itâs pretty obvious what she wants you to do with it, but you wouldnât want to impose so you just stare at it.
âput on the damn sweater. itâs cold.â, she mutters, and you canât help but bite back a smile at her tone; what was likely intended to come across as gruff and demanding sounds pleading and mildly concerned. you unravel the garment and pull your arms through the sleeves, a clean, earthy scent enveloping your once-shivering form.
âthanks, uh..â
âellie. williams. ellie williams.â she stutters out, which is pretty cute.
âellie. thank you.âÂ
that only gets you a grumble of acknowledgement before sheâs back to her guitar. strands of her hair are slowly slipping out of her half-updo, and it only makes her that much more alluring. youâre well aware of the fact that youâre staring again, but she doesnât seem to mind all that much as she starts up another tune. this one sounds far too smooth, too practiced to be something she even needs to go over, and belatedly you wonder if sheâs trying to impress you.Â
you two sit together quietly for god knows how long, accustoming yourselves to the otherâs presence with ellieâs music writing over any awkward silence, and you drown in the admission that you could sit like this forever. the party inside is dying down, with a good chunk of attendees deciding to turn in early while the rest are either still on adrenaline highs or settling down for a couple of drinking games.Â
âwhereâd you learn how to play?âÂ
you find yourself speaking before you can even think about it, and she doesnât give you room to regret the interruption with the soft, loving little smile that breaks out on her face when she considers your question.
âold guy. his nameâs joel.âÂ
you canât help but smile at that; whatever harsh exterior sheâs going for really isnât working for her right now. almost every time sheâs spoken to you, itâs either been with a smile, a laugh, or some poorly-concealed interest. joel, you think, taking that name and storing it for later, if there ever is a later with this girl. ellie.
âhis guitar, then.â you hum, because it canât be that much of a secret if a signature that deeply resembles his name is etched into a spot just above the pickguard. âyou mind teaching me someday?â, you add, because there wonât ever be a moment where you donât want to be talking to ellie; what you arenât expecting is for her to look up at you with the same fond look that sheâd looked at her guitar with just moments before, and nod. christ, you think, sheâs so..
âwe can start today, if you wanna.â she offers, and you try your very best not to seem too eager when you say yeah, for sure, but realize youâve failed and that the pretty strangerâpretty girl sitting across from you doesnât really care. sheâs taking her guitar off her lap and making her way over to you before you can even second-guess yourself, crouching in front of you and raising an inquisitive eyebrow on her undeniably attractive, stupid fucking face.
you kind of want to kiss her.
youâre already imagining a future where you and ellie are, at the very least, friendsâif not more, but you donât want to get your hopes upâand are out like this every day, hanging out, being comfortable in each otherâs presence because thereâs no way this feeling of security is normal with someone youâve just met unless youâre soulmates of some kind.
ellie makes a gesture, lifts her arms as a means of telling you to lift your own, and you swear its the most adorable thing youâve ever seen. you lift yours and her hand snakes its way forward, pressing against your right shoulder so youâll lean back a little. sheâs strong, you can tell that muchâas if the muscle lining every inch of her visible skin wasnât enoughâ, and her touch is searing hot, leaving fire in its wake.Â
she sets the guitar in your lap, spreads your legs gently by the knees, and waits expectantly with her hands out for you to offer up your own. you find yourself staring as she takes your hands, lithe, strong fingers beneath your own, lips parted slightly in both concentration and excitement as she positions your left hand under the neck, fingers splayed just slightly against the frets. she realizes you already have your other arm around the body, but reaches over to ghost her fingertips against the skin of your elbow anyways.Â
she smiles. âtry it. use your thumb. donât break my guitar.â
the look you give her prompts another huff of laughter, but she seems to have enough faith in you to believe you wonât. it doesnât seem like she plans on moving, though, since sheâs still crouched in front of you and when you mutter a retributive âitâs joelâs,â, the pretty girl in front of you leans forward and rests her open palms on your knees, effectively cutting off any sly remarks.
youâre probably never going to forget the way her eyes light up when you strum it the first time, and use your very limited guitar-playing knowledge to press against a couple of the frets in succession and play what sounds like a semi-well-practiced harmony.
âholy shit,â she breathes, and you find yourself feeling bashful regardless of the fact you were only, like, thirty percent sure you could pull that off again. however, you manage to contain any sighs of relief and only exhale a chuckle in response.Â
her eyes are still on you, you know, and you start absentmindedly fidgeting with the neck and its frets; her attention is everything you couldâve ever wanted, but her gaze is weighed and itâs making you feel a little self-conscious. youâre not starved for it by any means but it has been a while since someone has stared at you like this, awestruck out of their mind. itâs funny because for some reason ellieâs making this seem like such a huge deal when sheâd spent the past, whatâyouâve lost track of timeâthirty minutes? an hour? playing a bunch of fucking songs on this old guyâs guitar, andâ
âi had no idea you could play guitar..âÂ
her voice tears you out of your own head, and suddenly sheâs closer to you than she has been all night. you lock eyes when she mutters your name, alarmed at the fact she knows itâyou reason that she knows dina and you mustâve been mentioned in passing at least a couple of timesâ, and feel chills go down your spine, butterflies erupting in your stomach. i definitely want to kiss her.
âi canât,â you huff, desperate to ease out the tension, âyou outplay me byââ
âcan i kiss you?â
her cut-off is abrupt and unexpected, and you swear your heart has never stopped like this. itâs such an innocent question, a plea of consent laced with insecurity, something the girl youâd seen in the main hall earlier into the night hadnât even seemed like she possessed, but itâs so inherently ellie you donât know what to do with yourself. so you nod. a quick tilt to your chin, up and down; you canât trust your voice to work well enough for a yes.
but ellie needs to hear it.Â
âsay yes. i gotta hear you say it.â
you stare at her, and she stares back. the need to actually kiss her is growing unbearable now that you know she wants it too, but the mortification of knowing this pretty girl could hear the desperation in your voiceâyou havenât even tuned into the fact that she sounds just as desperate as youâ, the hitch of your breathing if you were to say yes, makes it hard to voice what you want.
so you donât. sheâs close enough, hands having slid upwards, her sweaty palms against your thighs in a subconsciously innocent gesture; any stray hairâs been tucked messily behind her ear, her lips are a little chapped and you see her throat constrict in a swallow when you reach forward with your right hand and thread your fingertips through the hair at the base of her neck.
and when you lean forwardâas much as you can, with the guitar situated between the two of youâ, ellie meets you halfway, semi-pulled in by your touch and mostly leaned in of her own accord.Â
itâs a kiss. just that, a gentle press of the lips, but the glorification fiction has given it hasnât been for nothing. maybe itâs just because it wasnât with the right person, but youâre far from unfamiliar with it and itâs never felt like this. ellie kisses like she never wants to stop and youâre not complaining. you feel her grip tighten around your thighs, and youâre already running out of air even though youâve only been doing this for a couple seconds. when you part, itâs with an unspoken promise of more.
âiâve seen you around,â ellie starts, whispering against your lips. it sounds like a confession, something she needs to get off her chest, so you urge her to continue with your silence and the gentle circling of your thumb against her scalp. âwith dina. or jesse. on campus. during those stupid presentations. or the social events. and iâve always wanted to talk to you, you know? especially that one time, when you,â she inhales, smoothing her hands out against your legs. âwhen you corrected jesse on a fucking dinosaur name at the groupâs museum outing.â
you stare at her, shuffling through images of every event youâve ever gone to for dinaâs sake when it hits you. a couple months back, before finals, probably when dina and jesse had gotten back together after a huge blowup, sheâd found some stupid exhibit at a museum close to campus and presented it to you. sheâd asked if you thought it was a good deal, especially because her friend, ellie, liked dinosaurs, and fuck, what is wrong with you?
âshit, you remember that?â
her silence is enough of an answer, gaze flitting between your eyes and lips nervously.Â
âoh my god,â you exhale, keeping her still with the hand you have around her neck as you press your foreheads together. to think, if youâd been a little less ignorant at the time, you couldâve already known ellie. the two of you could have been friends, possibly moreâwhich now, doesnât seem all that ridiculousâ, had you tuned in a little more to what dina was saying, had paid more attention to the rest of dinaâs group when youâd gone out with her, had asked simply, back then, whoâs ellie?
âis that weird? tell me thatâs not weird. i kinda feel like a creep now, fuck. i swear i wasnât, like, stalking you or anything,â ellie starts rambling, something you doubt youâll ever get tired of.Â
âyou said youâve seen me around a couple times. are you a creep?â, you tease.
âno! i mean, no. i just kinda, i only heard about you and saw you that time, and, shitââÂ
you smile at her, let her go on as you lean further over the guitar, left hand reaching out to tuck a couple strands of her unruly hair behind her right ear, effectively cutting her off without saying a word. this awestruck look on her face is something you really, really want to get used to, and the feeling of her breath ghosting over your lips is far more welcome than anything else will ever be.Â
âgod, i wanna kiss you again.â
âdo it.â you hum, and then ellieâs lips are on yours again and you swear this pretty stranger with the auburn hair is going to be the death of you.
#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams drabble#ellie williams blurb#ellie williams prompt#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#tlou x reader#tlou2 x reader#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams fluff#tlou ellie#college au
2K notes
¡
View notes