#college romance prompt

[urfriendlywriter]

college romance/dating prompts:

(feel free to use @urfriendlywriter | req by @seungspolaroid !! the 2nd,'12th and 20th-?? tag me when yall write ittt )

library dates !!!!!! with snacks.

flirting in classes. I REPEAT, FLIRTING IN CLASSES-

sneaking out of the dorms together hehe

^ and ur roommates having to lie and cover for yall!!

always going to parties together, having your leg over theirs while sitting!!

planning dates after classes, then giving up and staying in for movies and cuddles !!!

"i want to spend the day with you doing nothing."

taking time to teach/tutor each other some topics/helping eo to study

supporting their goals wholeheartedly!

cheek kisses before parting for classes

people ask you when they're absent and vice versa because both of you are always together!

college dance DATESSS. dressing up, dancing together >>>> [so swiftie coded]

complaining about a teacher you mutually dislike together

passing notes in class and giggling over it !!! sharing airpods during lunch to listen to music together ahhh

having a spa night together + movies with the entire friend group

"cuddles?" "absolutely"

massaging them/them massaging you after a long day

smiling when the other talks ab their day

feeling proud on them when they do well on a testtt :)

always babying each other infront of your friendgroup just to see the lot annoyed at the "pda" hehehe

[creativepromptsforwriting]

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

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ POV: U KEEP RUNNING INTO UR EX ~ HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: can you mention reasons why exes would keep running into each other in a highschool/college setting? thank you <3

Feel free to use and reblog!

they still have the same classes/lectures

they are both on a sports team and have their practice at the same time

a mutual friend tries to bring them back together and makes sure they're 'accidentally' bumping into each other

they have the same way to school/to their dorm

they share the same favourite restaurant/coffee shop

whenever they try to avoid each other, they go to the same hiding spot until one day, they are both there at the same time

their lockers are next to each other

their younger siblings are best friends and regularly hang out/need to be picked up

they can't find a free seat at the cafeteria except the one at their ex's table

they run into each other at the library because they are both stressed out about an exam

A started a new student job at the local cinema, and B goes there with their friends/date

the teacher pairs them for a group project

they secretly try to run into the other and wait near their classrooms

they're both on the student council

they both have to wait in front of the principal's office at the same time

[pendarling]

Prom

Sorry for being ded guys

Another problem with the school was their outlandish events that went further than it was supposed to. 

When prom started, it started hard.

Students left and right fell to their knees for the chance to ask out their seasonal crushes. It was unbearable for the teenage hero. They couldn't stand watching half of their friends do the same despite their claim that "prom is stupid."

Honestly, there was still an entire week left of classes, and nobody even bothered to study for the approaching exams. Libraries would be a hangout hotspot for students looking to skip class and find time to spend with their date.

It pissed them off.

Hero simmered in annoyance and pushed their textbooks to the side of their locker. There was just one more class, and then they'd leave here for the day. 

"Hey Hero~!"

Hero recognized that irritating voice, their callous and predacious enemy, had managed to sneak into their personal life as much as they already existed in their life behind the mask. They couldn't stand seeing them, maybe more than seeing all these lover birds come together.

Hero glared at Villain's relaxed figure as they pressed their body against the lockers and looked at them, almost expecting them to say something back. Anything, as long as it kept them entertained, but today, they wouldn't let Villain become the death of them. They had more pressing issues, and it wasn't just the exams. 

"Aw~ c'mon... you're not gonna say anything to me?" Villain followed behind Hero when they turned to leave quickly. They grazed a hand along Hero's back, begging them to turn around, "Lemme hear that pretty voice, darlin'. I'm starting to think you're still mad at me from last night?"

Villain's hand was slapped off them; piercing eyes stared at their own, "Don't say it like that." They spoke in a harsh whisper, but Villain could barely make out the words under all the traffic in the halls.

"Say it like what?" They jokingly shrugged. 

"You know what I mean..." They mumbled and walked off again, but not until Villain noticed the blush growing on their face. 

Chemistry class was always the hardest to understand, not for Hero; luckily, their gifted supernatural powers came with a bit of science. However, they hated that this was the only class they shared with Villain because it was Villain's worst subject. 

They were forcibly seated next to Villain, with the teacher having high hopes that Hero would somehow teach Villain all they needed. 

As soon as the teacher left the room, they were given a silent period to work on the equations. Of course, the class found this opportunity to do the opposite and erupted into loud conversations and laughter. Hero found that even though they were working, Villain still managed to talk more than necessary. Rambling on and on about... what they shouldn't be in coded sentences. Hero had begun to believe it was Villain's way of making their shared lives outside of school feel more intricate than it really was

"I thought I was a goner yesterday; you totally had me back there--" they chuckled loosely with every obscure phrase. 

They felt the stare of their enemy when their one-sided conversation began to die down. They gave them a slight glance and caught Villain's head resting over their arms on the desk as they stared at them. It was a gaze out of admiration; it made Hero blush momentarily before regaining their senses.

"You-- don't have anything better to do?" Hero finally grumbled lowly, attempting to cover the embarrassment along their face. 

Villain thought for a second; they leaned their chair back and forth, "No one is even working on this crap. Look around!" Hero momentarily lifted their eyes off the page and caught the classroom in its own world; groups of students were talking rather loudly. Strangely, they didn't notice, but perhaps their lack of concern for others and their obsession to get the work done drowned out the noises. 

It didn't bother Hero what everyone else was doing; only that Villain was trying to get them out of their bubble. "I'm not interested. " They returned to the paper. 

"God, you're so boring sometimes y'know? It's like..." They searched for their words. "Two different people. One that's a complete nerd and the other--" Their eyes lit up, "Ooh, the other is a total badass."

They sighed, "Is there a reason why you're still talking to me?"

That sentence gave Hero what they wanted. Silence, Villain ignored them and fiddled with their pencil nonchalantly. They blinked several more times and looked at the ceiling, contemplating their next choice of words. 

Hero frowned when the conversation ended and continued their work in peace for the rest of the class.

Students clamoured out of the rooms as the bell rang. Villain had expertly tidied up their corner of the desk quickly and now observed Hero's hands fumble around for their books. They picked up a few of their spare notes and helped them finish up for the rest of the day. 

It was unusual for Villain to wait patiently by them, their eyebrow raised at what game they were playing this time. 

The class filtered out, leaving just the two of them in the silent room. 

"Hero," Villain called. Their voice began to sound much smaller than usual, the joking yet malicious sounds no longer present. Their eyes calmed for a second and took in their sincerity. 

Could it be?

They never took Villain for a cheesy romantic, but the idea that they were giving it an attempt made their heart soar. A fuzzy feeling grew in their chest at the prospect of being asked out to prom; what would it be like? What would this change?

Villain rubbed the back of their neck sheepishly, looking at the door, worried anyone might casually stroll in and disrupt the moment. "Uhh... Listen, I know you're not much for this sort of thing, but--"

Their hesitation worried Hero; of course, they'd made a few off-handed comments at the ridiculous open shows of affection in the halls, but that was just their first instinct. It didn't stop them from wanting something similar; that wasn't selfish, was it?

"Yea?" They pushed, hoping that they wouldn't quit now. 

"Well, I was thinking, since a lot-- I mean... I don't usually do this, but since it's been a while... and we--"

"Spit it out already." They scoffed and took a step forward. "I knew you would do this, you're so obvious."

"Seriously, lemme get to it." Villain felt flush; they took a deep breath, "Hero, would you like to... go to prom with me?"

They smiled warmly from ear to ear and let the part of their heart show on their sleeve; under the glow of Villain's charm, they couldn't resist. They nodded softly, the idea beginning to take hold of them that it wasn't wrong to be a little in high spirits for prom. 

~~~ MASTERLIST

[droptheprompt]

Dialogue Prompt #19

"Give me your hand."

"What? Why?"

"If you want them to think we are dating, you have to act like it. Now give me your hand before they start suspecting something is wrong."

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Bloody Love Letter

The overdue fluff (I tried, okay?) snippet for @thelazywitchphotographer

TW: Blood, murder mention, knife mention

To most people, the sound of footsteps padding across asphalt in the middle of the night would have been worrying, but Villain didn't exactly fit into the category of 'most' people. Besides, these particularly heavy footsteps were dragging across the street slowly, probably belonging to a drunkard, all the more reason for her not to give a damn.

Still, she decided to humour her unfortunate stalker, turning around to face them, the expression on her face something between irritable and smug, one dark eyebrow arched and a very slight upturn of her lips.

The familiar mask that she was so used to wearing seemed to practically melt into nothing as she realised who the footsteps actually belonged to: Civilian. The man was dressed in his usual business casual, a pair of jeans and a white shirt, except this time, it was more of a shredded rag of blood-stained fabric than a shirt.

Scratches and bruises littered his face, dark crimson encrusted on the corner of his lips, and he was also sporting a black eye. Except the civilian was unfazed in the slightest, as though this was some sort of everyday occurrence. "I'm sure you've seen a lot worse," he remarked casually in response to the look of utter shock the villain had failed to hide, her eyes going wide.

"What happened?" she questioned, as the muscles of her face worked to pull it into a neutral expression.

The civilian snorted incredulously. "I skipped my skincare routine, so I don't look as pretty as usual," he retorted, his lips stretched into something between a smirk and a dark scowl.

This was the kind of insolence that the villain would kill people for, but Civilian had been sharp enough to notice he was an exception, an idea that was frankly poisonous to the villain. She wished to remind him exactly just how dangerous the game he was playing was, but in his current state, it really didn't seem like the time.

So, she simply ran a hand down her face exasperatedly, "Who did this to you?" she demanded, a slight edge of well-concealed anger to her tone that she knew the man would catch.

"What I did to him. You should've seen the other guy." He grit his bloodstained teeth in a feral grin, an expression the villain had never known he was capable of, thanks to his usually mild-mannered nature.

The villain sucked in a sharp breath, folding her arms across her chest. Whatever had warranted this kind of reaction from the civilian was definitely terrible.

Or maybe, if his words and cocky attitude weren't misplaced, this was an indication that the man was a lot more dangerous than he'd seemed, and she just wasn't entirely pleased with that conclusion.

"Alright, hotshot. What did you do?" she challenged, her own piercing blue eyes trained on the civilian's sage green ones, trying to stare through him as though he was no more than a sheet of paper, as though something in his resolve would crumble.

It was the civilian's turn to take in a heavy, measured breath, his gaze refusing to meet the villain's. He seemed almost lost, for lack of a better word, worrying his lip between his teeth, his smug attitude crumbling incredibly fast. "I- killed him," he admitted, trying hard to hide the solemness in his tone with a matter-of-fact intonation, a poor cover-up he failed to paint over the nervousness.

The civilian was never the type to take risks. Before he'd met the villain, he was as cautious as could be, a normal man with a normal job who lived in a very normal neighbourhood. Or that was what the criminal had took him for at first, until she'd found out that this was merely the tip of the iceberg. The civilian had gotten tired of trying to glaze over every side of him with well-fabricated normalcy.

But to confess to murder? That was lightyears away from "trying to change things", from driving a little faster than he was used to or any of the new things he'd done after he'd known her. If there was any shred of his old self, of any basic common sense, he should've already noticed by now that there was a great chance he'd ruined his life, shredded it to pieces.

"Why?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper, instinctually feeling like she would despise his answer.

This time, there was no hesitation in the civilian's tone. "He said he'd go after you. Said he'd hurt you, and I wasn't giving him that chance. Consider it my bloody love letter," he half-snarled, his fists clenched and the muscles of his face taut with conviction.

The villain tried for a few false starts, only for nothing to come out, her lips left parted in surprise. 

At that, the civilian's expression softened into something she'd never seen before, into something she realised she wished to see more often, something that lit up his features beautifully. 

The civilian was a good-looking man, in a strangely dishevelled sort of way. Dark, wind-ruffled hair with very slight flecks of grey and unwaveringly bright tourmaline eyes that never seemed to dim no matter how exhausted he was. Surprisingly, the crimson streaked across his face seemed to highlight the high-set cheekbones; somehow rendering his current frazzled state even more beautiful than what he usually looked like.

And the realisation that she found the civilian attractive seemed to hit her like a freight train, as did any wave of strong emotion she wasn’t accustomed to. Still, the lingering tension in the air as he crossed the distance between them was very palpable.

“I love you.” The soft smile he gave her at her expression of surprise was equal parts cruel as it was kind. The villain had never been the oblivious one, the shocked audience of a plot twist. So openly vulnerable with someone who downplayed his own cleverness more often than not as a protective tactic.

But she wasn’t exactly sure she hated it. Quite the contrary. She’d evaluated their relationship as that of two unlikely friends aware of each other’s attractiveness and no more, something surface-level and entertaining, but she’d come to realise in that moment, that she’d been wrong. 

“I love you too,” she offered as the civilian’s surprisingly warm fingers skirted across her hand, and Villain tentatively got closer, her lips pressed to his jawline, almost fitting there perfectly. She didn’t mind the blood on her mouth, she probably didn’t even notice as the civilian pulled away for a moment, her breath catching in her throat until he got closer again, a soft, almost high-pitched laugh of euphoria escaping his lips as they made contact with the crown of her hair, velvet-soft and blissfully cool against her skin.  

“Do you trust me enough to let me take you home so I can fix you up?” she asked.

He pulled away again, a wild, wolfish look in his eyes. “You know, I didn’t even need a knife to kill him,” he answered cryptically, except between the two of them, this was a clear enough response.

✨Timeskip✨

"Just one more left," she said placatingly.

"Well it burns," he hissed, pulling himself away from the cloth soaked in antiseptic near his face, and yet he made absolutely no effort to stop her from pushing him down on her lap again, unless you considered a petulant mock-pout an effort.

"I'm sure you've seen a lot worse," the criminal replied swiftly, quoting him from earlier with her lip curling upwards subtly as she wiped away the last of the blood and dirt on him. The civilian looked significantly younger with all the gunk off, the white hairs seeming to have shown up prematurely, with him being so stressed half the time.

Except right now, he sported a lazy half-smile, looking at her admiringly through half-lidded eyes, lashes so enviously long they fell against his cheek when he blinked. He lifted himself upright, easily pulling her into his lap and tracing the shape of her cheekbone with his finger and then slowly kissing it. "It's never been fair, how gorgeous you've always looked, but now that you're mine, maybe it is, only slightly more just," he crooned, kissing the other cheek with a haunting gentleness that made it seem impossible that he could've killed someone, but with enough passion to prove the previous assumption incorrect.

The villain hummed thoughtfully, pulling him even closer somehow and running her fingers through his hair, smooth like strands of silk now that he'd showered. She felt him shiver, knowing full-well he was touch-starved, "It's alright. You'll get used to it."

"I will," he replied with a smirk, except he leaned further into the touch as she ran her hands through his hair and down to his shoulders, still unaccustomed but the small smile on his lips as he closed his eyes indicated his approval of the touch.

Love is not as concrete as we like to believe. It is certainly senseless to try and learn the exact mechanisms of it because only a fool would wish to learn of something that does not exist and never could. And sure, it is a terrifying product of fate, an outcome of a game where you can only control half of the moves, but still, love is such an awfully human quality; just as wild, just as unpredictable and just as beautiful. It holds the power to draw blood, to start fires but also to bring the taste of euphoria to your lips better than any drink or drug could ever hope to.

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[writingislife20]

I want a book about post-apocalyptic world, it starts out with these four survivors, who are all in their early to mid twenties, with the oldest being 25. They are trying to find other survivors/find out what started the apocalypse. I want them to be traveling, getting close to where they think the apocalypse started and surrounded by a group of creatures (I’m thinking zombies, but if you can be more original, let me know.)

Just when they are starting to despair, a car horn sounds. A minivan careens into the circle, killing several of the horde of creatures. A door is thrown open, and a preteen girl pitches her head out and screams at the top of her lungs “ GET IN!!!”

They start scrambling into the minivan, while the monster shuffle at them. When the last person gets in, the girl throws the door closed and yells, ” Step on it, Rosie, and don’t hit another building!”

They turned to see a nine-year-old girl in the driver seat, with a 13-year-old boy looking like he was about to hurl. They drive so fast that one of the passengers definitely gets close to sickness. The nine-year-old keeps giggling, and whoever’s point of view it is is death scared of this little girl.

They get driven to this camp area that has obviously been turned into a hideout, with a gate enclosing it. There, they are greeted with a gaggle of kids, ranging from 7 to 16, with two elderly women, and a girl who stands out as being the oldest and probably the leader. She seems to be a lot older, and is very confident, giving directions to everyone. She takes the four of them to a side room, and shuts the door. All four of them are preparing for some sort of shovel talk. None of them are expecting to see this girl to sigh, lean against the wall and ask “Are any of you homophobic? because I am not willing to deal with that during this whole thing.”

Turns out, this place used to be a conversion camp that flew under the radar, and this girl had been breaking her little sister out of it when this whole thing started. Most of the kids have been fine, as they’ve been on lockdown due to her entering, almost all the faculty was dead or had abandoned the kids when everything started. The only adults who were left were the lunch ladies and the grandmother of one of the kids, who had been there visiting her grandson.

This 19-year-old had been put in charge of a gaggle of kids, and three older women who did not know how to take care of that many children. She asked the team for help dealing with the kids, crying that she needed an adult.

The group of four look at each other. Only one of them has experienced with children, and that is with a few kids from daycare, who are arguably younger than these ones. All of them are grad students, who barely survived the apocalypse due to sheer dumb luck, antisocial behavior, and their ability to dodge people attempting to bite them (grad students get crazy and cranky when you tried to wake them up or take them away from their work). All four of them are human disasters, then they look at this kid, who didn’t even get the chance to go to college, who is begging for help, and looks like she’ll cry if they refused to help.

They all collectively decide that They will be the responsible one. all of their other friends are human disasters, so they have to clean up their behavior and take care of this girl and the many children she has under her care. They know they’re going to need to help.

The problem is, they are all human disasters, who barely know how to cook. They are trying to be responsible, but they only have one brain cell, and it passes between them with no warning.

The rest of the story should be a mixture of comedy(these 20 year old trying to take care of a bunch of kids) and apocalyptic drama (these old ladies, trying to figure out why the apocalypse started, with a few appearances from Timmy, the grandson, who is seven years old and was sent there without the grandmother’s knowledge.)

Just, let the responsible grandparents figure out how the apocalypse started and why, while the grad students try to be responsible for 20 to 30 kids.

[brazilian-whalien52]

I just love how Japonese BL dramas hit really hard for "older" people. We hardly get love stories in this age range.

[unique-high]

Project Romance

Hanbin x black girl OC

Summary: In which a boy finds himself falling in love. Or where Hanbin is part of the film and photography department and he is given the assignment to document a girl named Krystal Taylor.

SMALL PREVIEW

Krystal looked into the camera. I zoomed in on her face before zooming out. "Don't you find me boring?" she asked.

"Not at all. I walk around her with the camera capturing every bit of her. "You're the most interesting person I've ever met."

She threw her head back laughing. The sun poured into her mouth and poured over her skin making her glow. I lowered my camera to watch her with my eyes. Something about the way she laughed made my heart spark and jump. And I think then, at that very moment I had fallen in love with Krystal Taylor.

A/N: I'm not going to write this story anymore but anyone is free to have it. If you do write it please tag me I would love to read it. 😭 You can also turn this into a Hanbin x fem! Black reader. Or any idol of your choice with y/n. 🙂

[godlizzza]

prompt: danbert meeting for the first time in an aquarium? like maybe one of them works there? (I love your fics btw)

Herbert glanced up from his book as a shadow fell across the page. He was met with the sight of a boy around his age, wearing a garish blue polo shirt and lanyard. Pinned above his nametag was a badge that read, Ask me about manatees!

"Hey there," Dan (thank you, nametag) greeted. "You need help with anything?"

Herbert, who just wanted to be left alone to complete his Trig homework, replied curtly, "No."

He'd hoped that would be the end of their little interaction. Herbert could get back to his work, occasionally looking at array of fish swimming past in the huge tank, and Dan could go tell some brats facts about dolphins or something. But Dan simply grinned and sat down beside Herbert on the viewing bench.

"I see you here all the time," Dan said.

"I have a season pass."

"What's your name?"

"Do you always bother your customers this much?" Herbert groused.

Dan just laughed and ran a hand through his hair, making Herbert's stomach swoop. It was unfair how cute he was.

"When I want to," Dan quipped. He leaned over to look at Herbert's notebook. "What're you doing, anyway?"

"Homework," Herbert snapped, flipping his book closed. "Nothing too exciting, I'm sure."

Dan raised an eyebrow at him, which really was ridiculous. He was the one pestering him, and yet he had the gall to act as though Herbert were being uncouth by not wanting to share scribbled equations with him?

"You know," Dan began conversationally, "most people do their homework in a library. Your school not got one of those?"

Herbert huffed an irritated breath. "Obviously it does."

"Just can't resist Stella, huh?" Dan said, gesturing to a huge sea turtle swimming lazily past the screen.

Herbert glared at him. Dan didn't need to know he preferred the aquarium to the library. The library was too crowded, full of students all clustered together around shelves and tables, talking loudly more than they were studying. Herbert missed his elementary school days. The school librarian, Mrs. Pillsner, had been militant about maintaining silence at all times. He'd respected that about her.

Also, he did like the aquarium. So long as he came on weekday mornings when no kids would be running around, squealing every time a fish so much as blew a bubble, he had peace. He could sit in front of the saltwater tank, bathed in the ethereal blue glow of the water, and solve his problems without the annoying nag of chatter itching at his ears.

Rather, he usually could. When he wasn't being interrogated by employees.

Herbert didn't answer Dan. Instead, he flicked his eyes down to his chest and asked, "What about the manatees?"

Dan paused then blinked at him. "Huh?"

"Your shirt," Herbert said, nodding at his badge. "It says you have something very exciting to tell me about manatees."

"Oh." Dan glanced down at his manatees badge, as though just remembering it was there. "Right. Well, every month we try to raise awareness for different species of endangered sea creatures. Last month it was humpback whales, now we're onto manatees."

Herbert hummed. "I prefer whales," he said, turning to face the tank.

They sat in silence for a moment, watching a nurse shark swim by, when Dan spoke up.

"I can, uh, still tell you some pretty cool stuff about whales," he ventured.

Herbert looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He was scratching at the back of his neck, sneaking glances at Herbert. He turned away when their eyes met, seemingly embarrassed. Ugh. Even when he was nervous, he was cute. How annoying could he be?

"Alright," Herbert said anyway. He coughed into his fist at the grin Dan aimed at him. "I mean, if you really want to. Seems like you've got nothing better to do."

"Alright then," Dan replied, his smile dazzling. "You still haven't told me your name though."

Herbert rolled his eyes. "It's Herbert. I don't know how that's relevant to whales but there you go."

"Nothing to do with the whales," Dan agreed. "I just wanted to put a name to the face."

Then he started listing off random quips about whale anatomy--"You couldn't swim through the heart of a blue whale, but you could probably sit in it."--and Herbert listened. They sat there, just the two of them and the glow of the tank, for most of the morning, and Herbert didn't even mind. In fact, he might've actually liked it.

He certainly wouldn't be returning to the library anytime soon.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Every sex demon was once an angel of love that became corrupted. Person A is a cupid/love angel who went to a normal human college to start working as cupids there after graduating from their angel training program, along with their childhood friend and classmate, Person B. Person A and Person B have always been close, but Person B is trying to hide the signs of their own corruption from Person A, since they’re worried Person A will hate them if they find out they’re turning into a sex demon. Especially since the thing that corrupted them is their secret crush on and attraction to Person A.

[mugchild]

I think I saw this idea somewhere else and it's definitely not original, but I wanted to give my own spin on it! So here's the KINGDOM members as romantic tropes :)

I'll be posting this in parts and I have no clue when I'll finish this. so consider it a mini-series? i will be including Chiwoo too bc ot8 <3

PT. I Dann/Seungbo: childhood friends to lovers

Seungbo x genderneutral!reader

2.5k | all ages | fluff alert!

Your moms attended the same pregnancy exercise club and already shared a click. As fate would have it, they even ended up sharing a room during childbirth which solidified their friendship.

Since you were practically the same age, save for a few days of difference, it was only natural that you were set up to have hundreds of play dates, even if you don’t remember many of them, your mother told you that you and Seungbo were both wonderful babies and got along quite well already.

Seungbo was like a constant in your life and the one person you could count on to always be there for every moment, good and bad and vice versa for him.

And when you weren’t together in the same room other people would expect Seungbo to at least be around or appear sooner or later, knowing that the two of you were never apart for long.

But because of that you can’t exactly say when your feelings started to change into something more…

Was it when you were 4, at the playground and he helped you overcome your fear of the monkey bars?

Was it when you were 11, at the pool and he comforted you with a popsicle after you’d slipped and scraped your knee, until your mom arrived to pick you up?

Was it when you were 14, and he’d excitedly told you about his first crush and how he was planning to write a confession for Valentine’s? (That Valentine’s he’d been so nervous – it was adorable and you couldn’t help but feel for him and wished with all your heart that his confession would be accepted, ignoring your own beating heart)

The point is, you love him and you have no idea if he felt the same or if he knew what you were feeling. This was both a blessing and a curse. Should you do something to let him know? Should you just wait it out and see what he’d do? Because what if he didn’t feel the same and your friendship, your bond would be changed and tainted forever?

No, the risk was too great and you loved him too much to lose him to something that you could ignore and bury and live without.

Still, the feeling stayed and didn’t wither like you had expected it to. You’d had crushes before and none of them had been fruitful so why would this one not turn out the same? Then again, this feeling wasn’t like the crushes you’d had before. It didn’t feel like the thousand of butterflies in your stomach when you’d first made eye contact with your crush during sports day when you were 10. Or the way your heart would beat so hard you were sure it would jump out of your chest when you slipped a love note into the desk of the boy sitting in front of you. Or how your cheeks heated up and flushed red when the boy you met on vacation with your family gave you his ice cream (he was flustered too).

So you waited. And after a while you felt that you were alright. You both were alright, your friendship survived the obstacles and adversity life threw at you and that was all that mattered to you.

What you didn’t expect was for you to get into college – I mean you had hoped for it of course, and Seungbo becoming an idol. You’d always known he was a talented singer and dancer and you had admired him for it, supported him, went with him to auditions, helped him pick the good headshots. There’d been dead ends, false hopes, sleepless nights but also excitement for what could be. And it wasn’t that you didn’t think he couldn’t be successful it was just…well it was the same way that you couldn’t believe you got into a college.

You were happy for him, that’s what you told him and he said he was happy for you, but there remained something in the air that neither of you knew how to clear out. You weren’t even sure even if it was worth mentioning. But then the moment to clear things up was gone and you went home.

Everyone was relieved that the exams were finally over: those who’d passed the tests were ecstatic and those who hadn’t were ecstatic for their friends. It was the first time you’d gone out with such a large group and you were happy, even if you also felt a little bit sad. No one thought it was weird; this new chapter in life at college had always been a little sad no matter who you were or where you were born…

While that was also a reason to be sad, you were extra sad because it turned out that after all this time you were in fact not over him. It annoyed you because it meant that you were weaker than you thought but it mostly made you sad. It wasn’t fair that you were going to college, probably be drowned in work the minute you set foot and that he was going to become an idol. And a wildly successful one at that because there was no way in hell that a guy like Seungbo - passionate, talented, kind, funny, hard-working, devoted, warm, loving, caring, handsome and, and…ok now you were just daydreaming about him. Would this torture ever end?

For a while the answer seemed to be no. Suddenly it was time for your graduation ceremony, saying goodbye to everyone, then you had found a room to stay in and the next thing you knew, you were living in the big city all by yourself and you hadn’t talked to Dann in, well…how long had it been now?  A week? A month? 3 months? 6 months? It felt impossibly long. But what were you to do? You were both busy with your own lives now and it was natural for people to drift apart when they got older especially for people who’d known each other for such a long time. Finally it was winter break and you were able to return home for a good while. You’d already made plans to meet up with your old class mates and were excited to see everyone again. But somehow one person had slipped your mind and as you were packing your bags you got a text from Seungbo wishing you a good winter break. You asked whether he was coming home for the holidays and if he wanted to meet up, and he replied that yes he was going home for the holidays, but it would only be for a few days. He said he missed his mother’s cooking and you said you missed it too and it made the both of you feel warm inside.  

Even though you’d sworn off your love for Seungbo, he was still one of the most important people in your life. Nothing could change that. You wondered how his trainings were going, if he felt happy, if he was getting enough rest and eating enough…he sounded tired.

It was snowing when you arrived back home and you smiled, the cold evening air transforming your breaths into small clouds. The street lights had already been turned on and as you were walking to the bus stop, the snow crunching beneath your shoes, you looked up making direct eye contact with Seungbo. For a second you didn’t know what to do and the both of you stood there, frozen like the snow around you. Then you dropped your bags in the snow and ran to him, careful not to slip, wrapping your arms around him as your bodies collided into each other. The two of you stood there like that for a moment, not saying anything, instead just relishing in each other’s familiar warmth.

‘I can’t believe it,’ he said. You laughed. ‘What do you mean? It’s me.’ ‘Exactly.’ You looked at him curiously, still confused but as your eyes locked, you knew exactly what he was talking about. Because you felt the same. ‘I missed you,’ he said, and he brushed some snowflakes from your hair. You smiled and nodded. ‘I missed you too.’

The both of  you talked the whole bus ride back, almost making Seungbo miss his stop, you were almost sad that you only saw him for such a short time, but he called you and simply continued the conversation as if nothing happened and stayed on the phone all the way back to his house and until he had made sure that you had also arrived comfortably at your house.

The next morning Seungbo showed up at your house, surprising not just you but also the rest of your family. He’d brought some food his mom cooked which your mom was of course completely delighted with and she quickly ushered him in, immediately offering him tea and food. You smiled and again the two of you talked the whole time, finally being able to catch up on each other’s lives. He told you stories about his trainee friends and you told him about the hard courses you had to complete and study for. Everything felt like how it had to be. Except for a few things.

There was still the matter of you, being madly in love with your best friend since forever.

But though nothing had changed between the two of you from an outsiders perspective, you felt it.

For example, during breakfast he would tell jokes and everyone would laugh, but he’d look at you then look away and then look at you again. And when you were talking he’d scoot his chair almost unnoticeably closer to yours until at the end of breakfast there was only an inch or 2 between you. But you found yourself questioning your own sanity. Was it really that strange? You hadn’t seen each other for about 3 months, which was the longest you had been apart ever. So maybe you were just not used yet to being so close to him again?  

During the afternoon the sun decided to show its face and the two of you decided to take a walk. Your mom told the two of  you to be back in time for lunch and you both laughed promising to not be too late. So you walked, the snow reflecting the sunlight prettily and as you took some pictures you felt the cold and hard impact of a snowball. You screeched and turned around to see Seungbo laughing and grinning widely as he bent down to form a second snow ball. ‘Oh no you don’t!’ you said playfully and also quickly made a snowball but got hit with Seungbo’s second one and he ran away laughing. ‘Come back!’  you screamed and started to chase him.

After a while, the two of you had completely finished each other off and were standing a few feet away from each other, cheeks flushed and breaths fast, still distrusting the other to not take advantage of the situation. As you were trying to catch your breath, you locked eyes again with Seungbo and you could see the idea enter his mind – because it also entered yours at the exact same time. You cursed under your breath and started to run, screaming, before he could start to make his next weapon and he laughed loudly as he chased after you. He quickly caught up with you and as he caught you, the two of you stumbled and fell into the snow-covered ground, still laughing and screaming. You pretended to try and escape and he playfully pinned you down, but he was surprisingly strong, which only made your heart beat faster. You looked at him, defeated and said, ‘Will you let me go?’ ‘Maybe.’ ‘Maybe? You know my mother expects me back before lunch. Wouldn’t want to let her down.’ He simply laughed at that. ‘She should know that her child is being held prisoner for the crime of assault with snow balls.’ Now it was your turn to laugh. ‘Really? Not because I’m too cute?’ you joked, and made a face, thinking he would laugh too, but instead Seungbo hesitated and was he blushing? And at the same moment the two of you noticed how close you were which only intensified the blush. ‘Sorry, I’ll let you go,’ he muttered but he didn’t look at you and quickly helped you up.

The walk back home was a little more quiet and different than before. Though it was cold you couldn’t help but feel hot but Seungbo insisted you wear his scarf after you complained about your own scarf being wet from the snowball fight. He carefully tied it around your neck, making sure not to mess up your hair and you couldn’t help but stare t his face again. He’d only gotten more handsome in the time he’d been away. He noticed you staring and smiled shyly. ‘It’s impolite to stare you know,’ he said, his hands still fixing the scarf around your neck, but avoiding any eye contact. You smiled, you’d been caught, but this time you didn’t want to get away with it so you swallowed your fear and said: ‘I can’t help it if the one I’m staring at is so handsome.’ His hands stopped moving and he looked at you with big eyes, his whole face and even his ears turning red. You smiled even wider now, amused that he was acting shy now and it only fuelled your confidence. ‘What? I’m just saying the truth.’ ‘Are you sure?’ he said.

The unexpected uncertainty in his voice made the confidence disappear again and you awkwardly looked away, suddenly realising what you had just said. ‘…yes,’ you said softly, then louder, ‘Yes.’ It was now or never. You took a deep breath in and with new strength you looked at him again. ‘Seungbo, I’m in love with you. I don’t know how or when it happened and I really value our friendship which is why it’s ok if you don’t see me that way, we can still be friends, but I had to tell you because…I don’t know, it felt like the right thing to do,’ you said in almost one breath and as you finished you squeezed your eyes shut, afraid of what you would see in his eyes or what you would not see. Which is why you were completely taken by surprise as you felt his soft, warm lips press a gentle kiss on your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes, blinking as he placed another kiss on your other cheek. And another on the tip of your nose. And finally kissed your forehead. You looked at him, hopeful and he smiled a smile you’d never seen before. But it was a smile that would even melt the snow. ‘I’m yours,’ he said. You were still too surprised to say anything back so you just looked at him which made him laugh. ‘I’m yours,’ he repeated, ‘I like you too.’

‘You do?’ you asked, ‘Since when?’ ‘I don’t know. I think I liked you for a long time. It’s just…I realised it painfully late.’ ‘When I left for college?’ ‘When you left for college,’ he said, chuckling. You playfully hit him. ‘I can’t believe it took you that long to realise.’ He laughed and hit you back. ‘I can’t believe it took you that long to confess.’

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NEED HELP!!!!

What do you guys think of this prompt? I started on it but not sure if many would enjoy it.

Also, I’m thinking of posting bits of the chapters on here for feedback. Haven’t written in a LONG time so any advice would be helpful!

Some heads up:

- 2 year age gap

- Complicated relationship

- college struggles/ mental health

- interracial couple, this is important because some of the complications result from this (when their families get involved)

- smut (obviously) 🤭

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Sharan is in her second year of undergrad and it just so happens that she doesn't understand anything in one of her atrocious biology courses. But not to worry, her TA for that course, Warren Carter, is more than happy to help her out.

To her, it was nothing more than one on one tutoring lessons. But for him, he finally gets to spend some time alone with his favourite student.

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Oops! ...I Did It Again

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“He’s back,” Emily whispered in a sing-song voice as the doors of the bookstore parted to allow passage to a gangly young man. JJ immediatly looked toward the door, hissing at her friend to be quiet. She felt a treacherous blush creep up on her cheeks as he did an awkward little wave and said hello. 

JJ swallowed down her nerves and gave him her sweetest smile. “Welcome back!” 

“Yeah, er, good to be back?” he almost phrased it as a question and JJ involuntarily chuckled. 

“Feel free to browse, I’ll be right here if you have any questions,” she managed to squeeze out the words, barely hearing them over the erratic beating of her heart. 

“Er, thank you.” He didn’t say anything more, simply turning into the non-fiction aisle. 

JJ took a deep, calming breath. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Emily giving her a sympathetic look. JJ smiled at her, feeling her nerves subside just a little bit because she could share them with Emily. A customer materialized in front of her, and JJ put on her customer service face as she checked the older woman out. In the meantime, her eyes followed the young man through the store as he wandered from section to section, picking up books and placing them back on the shelves. Every once in a while, he’d throw a longing look at the cash register. JJ saw him check the price tag of a book about ancient Egypt before he placed it back on the shelf. She finished up the transaction with her current customer and turned to see if she could help the young man who was now visibly agonizing over the price of a thick book about Irish mythology. 

“That’s a good one,” Emily said to him. JJ hadn’t noticed her friend straightening out the books on the aisle next to the young man and startled almost as much as he did. “My friend’s reading it. I’m gonna borrow her copy after she’s done though, it really is expensive.” 

He nodded solemnly and placed the book back on the shelf. At the counter, JJ fingered her own copy. It was laying on the shelf just under the fake-marble surface. She read it in between her other duties, since a small bookstore in an all-but abandoned mall didn’t exactly need a two-woman team. But the owner didn’t want them to be alone in the store, so they always worked in pairs. JJ had often wondered if that was why the books here were so much more expensive. She watched as the young man picked up the book again, flipping through the pages one last time before shooting another look at the register. Without thinking, JJ grabbed her own book and held it up, hoping that her smile came out right. She watched his Adam's apple dance as he swallowed before nestling the book in the crook of his arm. 

She lost track of him as he disappeared between the shelves again. Soon after, a small group of people all wanted to check out at the same time and JJ could no longer spare the time to look at the young man still roaming the store. Emily moved to stand beside her, opening the other register as they did their best to get through the throng of customers together. Soon enough, they’d all but cleared the lot and Emily smiled at her as her last customer walked away. 

JJ’s stomach tied into a tight knot as she suddenly saw the young man again, walking up to the counter. She was too busy checking out an old man with a whole stack of books; he was going to check out his books with Emily. JJ sighed under her breath and focused her attention on the customer in front of her. 

She always tried not to judge the people who bought the trashy romance paperbacks from the basket by the door, but it proved hard to ignore the fifteen scantily clad women on the covers of his fifteen books. He made her feel a little uncomfortable as he asked her if she ever wore pretty dresses like the one on the cover of this book here. JJ just shook her head a little as she scanned the barcode. 

“Are you sure? You’d look great in something like this.” He held up one of the books and JJ just barely glanced at the picture on the cover. The woman was wearing a pink dress with a split going up all the way on her side, high enough that JJ was pretty sure that the lady wasn't wearing a bra. She shook her head again, taking the book out of his hand so she could put it with the others in the plastic bag. After she sent the old man on his way, JJ glanced around the store. That guy was probably long gone by now. She sighed. 

“I’m sorry, he really shouldn’t have asked all that,” a quiet voice called her from her thoughts and she looked up into the face that always managed to brighten her day. 

“It’s okay,” she said as she pulled her long hair out of her face. “Some people are like that. I’m used to it.” She carefully looked at the register next to her, but Emily was nowhere to be seen. 

“She said she had to go take care of something urgent,” he told her sheepishly as he placed a small stack of books on the counter. “I hope you don’t mind.” 

“Oh, no. Not at all!” Relief crashed through her body, making her feel light as a feather. “That’s my job, right?” 

“Right,” he said quietly and JJ internally scolded herself for pushing him away. 

“I mean, I like my job. You know?” She tried to salvage the conversation. 

“I guess you get to see all the new books before they even hit the shelves, huh?” His eyes fondled the YA book that Emily had carelessly left out on the counter. The bookmark was a shirtless picture of Emily’s favorite actor, cut out of a magazine and stuck to a piece of cardstock. JJ swallowed and pushed the book and its embarrassing bookmark aside. 

“Yeah. Sometimes we even get a book for free so we can read it and recommend it to people.” She motioned to the book with the insultingly childish-looking cover and the far from childish bookmark. All the books he was checking out were so far out of that book’s league that it made her feel a little dumb for enjoying books like the one Emily was reading. 

He nodded politely. “I don’t have much time for fun reading anymore. I kind of miss it sometimes.” 

She looked up at him. His expression was unexpectedly soft and he picked up the book Emily was reading, turning it so he could read the synopsis on the back. “Oh, I remember reading the first book of this. I didn’t know it was a series.” 

“The second book just came out,” JJ said breathlessly. “Almost a decade after the first one.”

“Yeah,” he sounded excited. “I read the first book as it came out. I really enjoyed it. Is the sequel any good?” He looked at her with warm, happy eyes and JJ couldn’t stop the waterfall of words from falling down her lips. 

“It’s amazing! Much better than the first one, even. Louise is convinced that after what happened in the last book, Jean has turned into a bird that flew off with the rest of the flock, and she goes to find him. It’s a bit heavier than the first book, but that is what makes it so great! There’s so many feelings involved and you can really emphasize with Lousie and Ronnie – Ronnie is a new character, by the way, but he’s super cool. He’s kind of like this big nerd, but in a totally amazing way – he knows so much stuff and he’s hyper-rational, which is a beautiful contrast to Louise and the whole quest that they’re on. And she can really rely on him to – I’m sorry,” she finally caught herself. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

He smiled at her, a happy, sincere smile. “No, it’s fine! I have a tendency to ramble on about stuff too.” He hesitated for a moment, looking at the display of books just off to his left. “How much are they?” 

“Nineteen-ninety-nine,” JJ said without hesitation. “Do you want one?” 

The look on his face soured a little bit as he checked his wallet. “Maybe next time. My paycheck comes in two weeks…” 

JJ threw him a sympathetic look. “I feel ya…” She grabbed the books he brought over to the counter and quickly scanned them before putting them into a bag. 

The whole time, he just stood there, looking a little awkward as he clearly eyed the books on the display. JJ couldn’t help but see it; the haunted look in his eyes as he weighed his wallet on the palm of his hand. 

“You know,” she suddenly said, unsure where the words were coming from, “you’ve been a regular customer for a long time now. Let me take a quick look to see if maybe you qualify for a discount or something.” 

His eyes turned to her, careful hope pushed down to their depths and beyond. “You really don’t have to.” 

“Oh no, I want to,” she assured him as she quickly typed something into her terminal. “Oh, see? You do qualify for a discount! Tell you what, with the books you’re buying today, if you add the novel, and I add the discount…” she did a quick bit of math in her head. “You’d basically be getting the novel for one dollar. How does that sound?” 

He smiled at her, an uncomfortable smile. “Are you sure you can do that?”

“Definitely.” She pushed down her own insecurity and gave him a beaming smile. “And then, next time we see each other, you can tell me if you enjoyed the second part of the series. I heard a rumor that if it sells well enough, they might go for a third installment.” 

That might’ve been the words that pushed him over the ledge, JJ mused as the young man reached out and grabbed a copy of the novel. “Alright then,” he said softly. “I’ll read it tonight.” 

JJ eyed the thick book as she scanned it and added it to the bag. It had taken her almost two weeks to read it – and she had the luxury of reading on the clock. 

>>>...

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief as he left the mall. The cute young woman at the bookstore always made his heart race and his palms go sweaty. But she also made him feel happy, and light, and so, so very awkward. And to top it all off, the bookstore she worked at was always far more expensive than the one near his university campus. Spencer shook his head a little, what did he keep coming over here for? Why put himself through all that? She wasn't any more friendly or kind to him than she was to other customers. She never looked at him the way he secretly looked at her. And yet, every other week he was back here. Spending money that he couldn't really afford to spend just to hope that she'd be the one at the check out. Just so she would smile at him. At least this time he'd apparantly qualified for a discount. His overflowing bookshelves were good for something after all. 

He lifted the stately-purple bag with the pretentious logo and searched in between the heavy books for a piece of flimsy paper. After a few moments of searching, he found it. Spencer carefully fished the receipt out of the bag. His eyes searched for the discount code that she'd written down for him. She'd told him it was good until the end of the semester and it had no limit on how often he could use it. Spencer didn't know much about marketing and such, but he did realize this was an unlikely kind of promotion. She must've made a mistake somehow. 

His eyes ran down the lines of overpriced books until he found the word 'discount'. Something felt off, and Spencer's eyes were drawn to the word before it. 'Employee discount' it read. '15%'. 

Spencer blinked. His eyes traveled down toward the end of the receipt. It said he'd been served by 'JJ'. And to 'have a pleasant day'. Lower still, just above JJ's beautiful, rounded handwriting, it said: 'Employee discount applied. Employee #164075. Jennifer Jareau.' Underneath it, she had scribbled a phone number, followed by the words 'call me'. 

The rest of Spencer’s day was spent agonizing over JJ’s note. He tried to talk to his roommate about it, but Derek didn’t seem very interested. He’d taken just a quick look at the receipt before telling Spencer to ‘call the girl’. But how could he possibly do that? He must be misunderstanding something. There was no way anyone that cute would be interested in him of all people. 

By the time he finished his dinner and left the dining hall, Spencer had just about decided that he could never show his face at that bookstore again. His wallet would thank him. His heart already ached with an emptiness he couldn’t quite understand. 

“Hey there, Pretty Boy!” An arm came to rest around his shoulders as Derek caught up with him. Next to him walked Penelope, Derek’s best friend who he swore he wasn’t sleeping with. Yet at least a few times a month, Derek would be a no show at their dorm room after going to hang out with Penelope during the evening. 

“Derek told me about receipt-girl,” Penelope said, wrapping her colorful shawl around her shoulders a little tighter. “You should totally call her.” 

“I dunno, guys…” Spencer said softly. “She’s way out of my league…” 

“So what?” Derek smiled at him. “She chose to give you her number, didn’t she?” 

“I suppose so…” 

“You dummy,” Penelope cut in. “She clearly wants you to call her. So call her. Chicken.” 

Spencer threw her a mock frown. “Hey…!” 

Derek mocked him further by making a few clucking sounds and Spencer felt himself pull back. “I just don’t know what to say, guys…” he whispered softly. 

Penelope shot him a reassuring look. “Just say hello. Hi, my name’s Spencer. I’m the cutie you gave your number to at the bookstore. The one that wears these god awful knitted vests all year round. Yeah, that guy. I promise my lack of fashion sense has not yet contaminated any of the other parts of my brain – in fact, I’m so smart that I read your damn book over dinner.”

“Hey!” Spencer called out, feeling genuinely hurt by her words. “My mom knitted this for me! And also, I haven't finished the book yet. I still have a few pages left.” He hugged the novel tightly to his chest with both arms as he shot his only two friends a pained look. 

“I’m sorry,” Penelope said, and she seemed to mean at least some of that. “But I doubt you didn’t finish it yet.” 

“Like I said, I have a few pages left…” Spencer didn’t explain that this was only because he somehow felt that finishing the book would push him further away from that beautiful person who’d encouraged him to buy it. It didn’t make any sense to him, either. And Derek and Penelope definitely wouldn’t understand. 

“Lemme see,” Derek suddenly said – his hand already taking the book out of Spencer’s hand. “A Bird’s Cry,” he read out loud. “Is it good?” 

Spencer pulled a face. “The first book was great. Back when I was eight…” 

“Ah…” Derek chuckled a little. “Worried she’s not smart enough for you?” 

It was painful to hear him pinpoint Spencer’s biggest fear just like that. Spencer swallowed. His eyes studied Derek’s face. Derek’s eyes searched his face. Eventually, Derek sighed. 

“Look, Kid… I dunno what to tell you. But she seems like a nice girl, right? Go take her out for some coffee or something, see if you have anything more in common. That’s the least you could do after she put herself out there like that.” 

Spencer shook his head. “I can’t…” 

Behind Derek, Penelope rolled her eyes. “It’s coffee, Spencer. You love coffee.” 

“I do.” Spencer nodded. “And honestly, I’d love to take her out for coffee. I’d love nothing more than to talk to her – even if I have no idea what to talk about.” 

“Just…” Derek slid a hand across his closely cropped hair. “Just… compliment her shirt. Don’t stare at it, though. And… and maybe ask her what she thought of the book. Or, if you don’t want her to find out you thought it was boring, talk about… I dunno…” 

“Irish mythology? She was reading the same book I bought.” 

“She was reading an Irish mythology book?” Derek deadpanned. “A book that you bought because you were interested in it?” 

“Yeah…” 

“Then why did you buy this one, you dimwit?” He gently bonked Spencer on the head with the thick paperback. 

“Because… I dunno. I have good memories of the first book. My mom read it to me.” 

He watched as Derek and Penelope exchanged a Look. Then, Penelope looked back at him. “Alright. So. You talk about Irish mythology. Sure. And compliment her shirt. Or her earrings. Or her necklace. Don’t do all of it. That’s kind of creepy. By then, knowing you, you should’ve probably finished about five cups of coffee and it’s time to let the poor girl go home to recover from your caffeine-fueled frenzy. And then, if you still like her, you ask her to grab some lunch come Saturday. It’s that easy.” 

Spencer helplessly shook his head. “It’s not. I can do the complimenting, I practiced that with my mom.” He ignored the slightly awkward look the other two exchanged and soldiered on. “And I can talk about Irish mythology as much or as little as she’d like. And there’s plenty of other things I’m sure we can talk about, but I just can’t do it.” 

Derek’s sigh seemed to come from somewhere around his toes. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’s the actual problem then?” 

Spencer bit his lip for a moment before shyly looking up to meet his friends’ gaze. “I just spent my entire food budget on books. Again.” 

[prompt-heaven]

the ultimate list of AUs, kinks and tropes to inspire you for kinktober 

some of these are darker in nature since that is fitting for the spooky season. 

AUs

academic / teacher / professor / tutor 

addams family

babysitter / nanny

bartender

biker

bodyguard

bonnie and clyde

bounty hunter

boxer 

camp counselor

circus / carnival

cult 

demon / angel

fairytale retelling

fantasy 

farmer

firefighter

guardian angel 

historical 

hybrid

mafia / mob 

magic 

maid / butler 

mechanic 

modern 

monster / mythology / supernatural

paranormal investigator 

pirate / mermaid

post-apocalyptic

priest

prison

rockstar 

royalty

serial killer

sex worker / porn / camgirl/boy / stripper 

slasher

soulmate

spy / secret agent

steampunk / cyber punk

sugar daddy

tattoo artist 

time travel

treasure hunter 

vampire

werewolf 

wild west

TROPES

a/b/o

against a wall 

age gap

amnesia / memory loss

anonymous sex

balcony sex

boss x employee 

brothers best friend / dad’s best friend (dbf)

car sex

cheating

clothed sex

comforting sex

coworkers to lovers

cursed / fuck or die / sex pollen

dark / soft!dark

enemies to lovers

exes to lovers

fake relationship

forbidden romance

friends to lovers

friends with benefits

game gone wrong

hate sex / make-up sex

huddle for warmth

just the tip

library sex

loss of virginity

mirror sex

neighbours to lovers 

only one bed

opposites attract

period sex

pool / hot tub sex

predator / prey

professor x student

public / semi-public sex

revenge sex

reverse harem

romantic sex

roommates to lovers

rough sex

seduction

sex in an alley

sex in exchange for a favour

sex while camping

shower / bath sex

stalker

stepcest

table sex

unrequited love

yandere

KINKS

aftercare

anal 

begging

being recorded / taking pictures

body worship

dom / sub / bondage / bdsm / shibari

breath play / choking

cheating

cockwarming

corruption kink 

costumes / uniforms

creampie / breeding / forced breeding

cuckolding

cum in panties

cumplay

cunnilingus / face sitting / rimming / blowjob / deep throating / gagging

dacryphillia

dirty talk / voice kink

double penetration / double penetration in one hole 

dry humping / thigh riding 

dubcon / noncon / cnc / drugging

dumbification

exhibitionism / voyeurism

fingering

fisting

flashing 

food play 

footjob 

forced orgasm

formal wear 

free use

glory hole

glove kink 

hand kink

handjob 

hole inspection

humiliation / degradation

hunter / prey

impact play / spanking / whipping / hair pulling / pain kink

jealousy / sharing / possessive

knife kink / gun kink

lingerie / stockings / socks

massage

masturbation / caught masturbating / mutual masturbation

medical kink

monsterfucking / tentacles

multiple orgasms

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

threesome / orgy / gangbang

partner swap 

pegging

piercings

pillow humping

praise kink 

premature ejaculation / cuming untouched

pussyjob

roleplay

role reversal

ruined orgasm / cuming without permission

sensory deprivation 

sexting / phone sex 

facial / swallowing / bukakke

size kink / size difference / belly bulge

skirt stays on

somnophilia / getting fucked to sleep

spit kink

squirting

stripping / lap dance

teasing 

temperature play

thigh fucking

throat training

titty fucking

toys / object insertion 

OTHER PROMPTS

a ritual gone wrong 

a string of unexplained deaths

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

alian abduction 

art come to life

basement wife 

being paralysed 

blackmail 

caught trespassing on private property

college party gone wrong

crazy ex

curiosity killed the cat

fate worse than death

final girl

getting stranded in a little town that’s not as wholesome as it seems

ghostface

halloween party

haunted house / abandoned house 

haunted object 

hitch-hiking gone wrong

hot neighbour that has an obsession with you

i was sent here to assassinate you but now i think i might be in love with you

Items moving and/or going missing

i’ll find you in every universe / century

kidnapping

lost in a maze

mad scientist 

magical healing 

marriage / wedding / arranged marriage/ forced marriage 

mind control / telepathy

mirrors playing tricks on the mind

oh, you had a long day? use me as your personal sex toy in order to unwind

oops, i summoned a demon 

oops, i’m dating a serial killer

playing games (like seven minutes in heaven, spin the bottle, hide and seek, etc.) but they have a slutty/dark twist to them

possession (ghost or demon)

power outage

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

road trip

secret room

serial killers fucking in front of hostages

stalker landlord

stalker wearing the same costume as your partner 

stockholm syndrome

the return of a villain thought dead

torture

toxic frat boy

waking up from strange dreams and seeing bruises and marks on your skin that correspond exactly with the dream you just woke from

we’re the last people on the planet and you will be mine

you wake up strapped to a table just as a fuck machine is turned on

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #23: The Custody Battle Turned Romance

A freshly resurrected Jason is found by Single Dad Danny raising a de-aged Dan and Dani who goes "surely one more kid can't hurt?" and takes him in. Danny helps him deal with his catatonia, trauma amnesia, and other side effects of being undead without the need for a Lazarus Pit.

He takes the kid to a therapist Jazz recommended and supports him thoughout his recovery. They did some bloodwork and found out pretty early on he was The Jason Todd-Wayne but then he decided not to reach out and let Jason decided what he wanted once he was recovered.

Danny, Ellie and Jordan love and treat him like family in a way he's never quite had before even with Bruce. They’re just so open and honest about their feelings and never make him feel out of place. So when Danny ask if he’d like to reconnect with the Waynes or stay with the them, Jason chooses to stay with them.

The world has moved on around them, and so has the Batfam. Jason knows about Tim (and talked through his feelings in therapy). He knows about the foundation Bruce created in his memory and the way he very publicly grieved. He witnessed the news over Nightwing nearly beating the Joker to death. He knows enough to decided it’s better to let the dead remain dead. Instead, he becomes Jason Nightingale, eldest adopted son of a mechanic in the Narrows. The family welcomes him with open arms officially accepting him as a brother and son.

Danny supports Jason to finish his high school and college education and Jason decides to be a doctor as an homage to Thomas Wayne and aspires open a free clinic like Leslie Thompkins. They get his death certificate revoked under circumstances of resurrection (which is a thing that actually exists in public documents due to the resurrections that tend to happen in the DC universe) and legally adopt him so that he can go back to school. However, Batman monitors public records to a degree and this gets flagged in the system bc it’s Jason’s death certificate.

Suspicious, but optimistic Bruce informs the rest of the family what he has found out and ask them to come as back up for when he goes to find Jason. He’s investigated and is sure that the family who helped rehabilitate Jason is clean and nice people but he wants his son back. They others also wanna see Jason but are worried if this is a good idea since Jason hasn’t reach out himself and there is paperwork for an adoption in the system. But Bruce decides to track them down anyway.

Bruce shows up as the Nightingale’s door and asks to see Jason. Danny, sympathetic, agrees on the condition Jason wants to see him. Jason is hesitant, but decided it would be good way for both of them to get closure and agrees. Bruce and Jason have a tearful reunion and a long heartfelt conversation at the end of which Bruce says “Let’s go home son”. To which Jason has to awkwardly break it to him, but he has no intention of leaving the Nightingale’s and returning to the Manor. He lets him know that he’s open to meeting the rest of the family at least once more but that Danny is his dad now and Ellie and Jordan are his little siblings.

Bruce is devastated.

He lets the rest of the family know and they all make their visits while Bruce wallows in despair. Normally he wouldn let it go, but he just can’t stand to lose Jason another time. So he decides to take Danny to court in the hopes of getting visitation rights if not split custody.

It’s one of the weirdest cases to hit the Gotham courts: two dads who were never together in any capacity but aren’t antagonistic of each other, are trying to come to a custody agreement over their adopted resurrected child in family court.

Over the course of the court case Bruce sees what a good dad Danny is and bonds with his two “bio” kids. Meanwhile Danny gets to meet Dick, Tim, and Cass (Bruce’s legal kids as of rn) and gets to talk to them about their experiences with Bruce and how much they want to form/reform relationships with Jason. They do form a healthy respect for each other, and accept each other’s places in Jason’s life.

Court case ends up working out in favor of Danny. It’s split custody but he gets custody of Jason majority of the time (as per Jason’s own wishes) and Bruce and the Wayne's still have partial custody and open contact with the Nightingales.

Over the years kids all start to see each other as siblings and both Bruce and Danny as their dads. By the time Damian shows up Bruce and Danny have been functionally co-parenting each others kids for years. They provide support to each other’s kids that the other parent may not be well equipped to, but helping each other improve.

When Damian does arrive his superiority complex is quickly curbed and Bruce puts him into counseling on Danny and Jason’s recommendation. It takes a while, but Damien slowly finally opens up and gets to act like a real kid. Ellie and Jordan, who are around the same age (maybe a bit younger?), love having him over to roughhouse and play princesses/knights/dragons (but with politics and consequences). Sometimes they’ll go out and trick people into thinking they’re triplets.

It’s actually Damien who first suggests parent-trapping Bruce and Danny so that they can be one big family. He obviously gets Dan and Ellie to agree first. Then the three of them bag Tim and Cass. The five of them approach Dick next. Jason is actually the hardest to convince but the manage to get his approval. Thus, these guys try to set up the Oblivious Danny and the Emotionally Constipated Bruce.

And for Flavor, just when it looks like they’re about to get together, one of their past love interests comes into the mix, re-entering their parents’ live just to stir the pot. (Which ex is up to your imagination: Sam, Talia, Val, Selina, Tucker, Wes, Minhkhoa, Harvey)