#v college au

[mblue-art]

once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)

[cyberdragoninfinity]

rin my girl rin my dear friend rin arc-v i drew to celebrate her Duel Links arrival + some college AU rinrin and yugo

[amymbona]

University literature professor!Patrick Zweig ? Are you INSANE ? I’m gonna kiss you cause that’s so fucking hot please him bending you over his desk and pulling your skirt up…. I’m gonna go lay down…

He's so pissed of, steam coming out of his ears, and almost had to physically drag you into his office. You've done it again, completely humiliated him in front of the whole lecture room, and made him look like a complete idiot. But this time, he's had enough. Your stupid comments about him being a sexist and a prick have finally reached his mind. You think he's an asshole? Fine. He's gonna show you how much of an asshole he can be.

"You've taken this too far, young lady." he states, locking the door behind you two. He's not stupid, it's not like he's gonna leave it open for anyone to enter and catch the two of you together.

"Did I?" you mumble innocently, lashes fluttering as you gaze up at him. The longer this game has been going on, the more enjoyment you've found in it. For the last few weeks, you have been purposefully preparing for the lectures in advance, desperate to kick him when he stumbles, to make sure he gets as humiliated as possible. And clearly, it's been working.

"Don't think I didn't notice the game you're playing. You're too confident in it." Patrick scoffs at your attitude, moving closer.

You remain where you are, a small smile pulling on your lips as you focus on the details of his face. As much as you hate to admit it, he's far too handsome for being such a dickhead. It's a shame, really. He has the face of a model and you'd be lying to say it hasn't showed up in your dreams once or twice.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, professor."

Oh, how hard it makes his dick to hear you call him that.

"You're not gonna quit, are you?" he pushes, his hot breath hitting your cheeks. "You're gonna continue being an annoying little girl and piss me off everytime you get the chance."

He's so close to snapping, you can't help yourself and push him just a little further. "Clearly, professor."

If there was an award for the least controllable temper, Patrick would definitely be the winner, because he has you turned around and bent over his desk the next second. His hot body is pressing into yours, fingers tangled in your hair, pushing onto the back of your head and stuffing your face into a pile of ungraded tests. He's caging you in, hard dick pressing into your ass. "Seems like somebody needs to teach you a lesson."

Is it so wrong that his words and movements get you wet? That you rub your butt against where his crotch is pressing against it and moan when it pushes against your clothes cunt? Is it so fucking wrong that being handled like this, especially by professor Zweig, turns you on?

"Fucking slut." he spits, his free hand quickly balling up the fabric of your skirt and tugging it up, revealing your round ass to himself. "You enjoy playing it dirty, don't you? Pissing me off so bad."

"You're so easy to mess with." you giggle, grinding your crotch back into his erection.

"And you're a dirty whore that needs to be put into place." Patrick tugs onto your hair in demonstration, making you arch your back and moan once again. Fuck. His pants are so fucking tight he needs to rip them off and bury his dick in your dirty pussy.

"Mhm." you nod, a naughty smile practically glowing on your face. "Yes. Teach me a lesson, professor."

The way you say it awakens something deep and primal within Patrick, something incredibly dirty and vulgar, not worthy of a professor, that needs to be released immediately. He takes your stupid teasing as a clear sign of consent, so it's no surprise when he pulls your panties off and slides his cock into your slick, wet cunt.

Fuck. You're so tight, the way you clench around him, the way you move as well and let him bury the full length inside you. You are everything he has imagined you to be and even better, ten, hundred times better, exceeding all his imaginations.

He pounds into you with all the anger in his body, holds onto your hair so tightly that he might rip a few strands out, but he doesn't care. Not when he has the access to your pretty pussy, when he has you bent over his own desk and is fucking you in his own office. This is a dream, better than every single book he has read before, better than Lolita or The Cement Garden, even better than 120 Days Of fucking Sodom.

"Fuck. You're so good." he groans into your ear, laying his chest onto your back. "Pretty fucking pussy."

You nod, moaning when his dick hits the spongy spot in your cunt. He's so good too. Better than good. "Don't stop."

Something between a chuckle and a moan slips past his lips and it goes straight into your brain, the dirtiness of the situation only fuelling your arousal. "You're so dirty, aren't you? Dirty little girl."

"Says you." you snicker lazily, fingers wrapping around the edge of the desk to hold onto. "Dirty fucking professor."

"Say it again?"

"What?"

"Prof - fuck - say it."

Oh, so he likes that. You're definitely gonna exploit that knowledge as much as possible. "Mhm, fuck me, professor."

It makes Patrick go insane, mind fuzzy and clouded only by your tight, warm cunt and the stupidly high sound of your voice reminding him who he is. Thank god the door is locked, because if anyone was to walk in on you two and witness this mess, he'd definitely be fired. His life would be fucking hell but he's willing to risk all of that for you. For your pretty pussy.

You take him so well, so fucking well, and manage to stay cocky and full of yourself. Oh lord, how he despises you. If he wasn't fucking you at the moment, he'd pull you over his lap and spank you until you're a whiny, sobbing mess begging him to stop. You deserve to be punished, to be showed where you belong, not fucked and made love to.

"Mhm, professor, yeah. Right there." your voice is like honey, caressing his ears and pushing him forward. His dick is buried so deep in your cunt, he really doesn't wanna pull out. But he knows he has to, because there's no way he'd risk making you pregnant during your first sex.

"Fuck. I wanna cum in you." he announces, biting into your shoulder to silence his moans.

"Don't you fucking dare." you hiss, eyes rolling onto the back of your head as the muscles of your stomach tighten, orgasm quickly approaching. "I'll kill you if you do."

The dirtier you talk, the more he wants to slap you. "Dirty little bitch."

You're both a mess of moans and limbs, clothes sticking to your skin, high pitched sounds filling the room. All the papers on his desk are crumpled and scattered all over the floor, everything's a fucking mess but somehow, you both love it this way.

"Fuck... I'm gonna- Call me that again."

"Professor."

Patrick pulls out just in time to cum all over your ass and thighs, the final slip of the pink tip over the walls of your cunt evoking an orgasm of your own. It drips down your thighs, the mix of both your and his cum sticking to your skin. But you couldn't care less, as his body collapses onto yours, the heavy weight pressing you into the wood of the desk. Damn. This was, by far, the best sex of your life.

[timaeusterrored]

Dating Vince is fun until in the dead of night, he’s squished between Johnny and Kerry, Ker scrolling through his phone bc he can’t sleep, and Vince suddenly goes

“Im about to fucking bite you, go to sleep.” And it scares this shit out of Kerry

[hawkp]

imagine this Sam Seaborn

friends with this Josh Lyman

[cafulur]

Modern / College AU Labru Snippets:

- Laios and Kabru meet as classmates who get paired together for a project, and although they initially clash at first, through the assignment they find themselves clicking in the most unexpected ways.

- After the project is finished, they still keep texting each other. Laios sends Kabru a photo of an opossum that was lurking right outside his bedroom window late one night. Kabru later texts him a picture of a fluffy stray cat that won’t leave him alone every time he walks up to his apartment. He initially acts as if he doesn’t like the cat and that it’s bothering him by always following him home, but Laios constantly enthuses over text about how he would love to meet this cat someday. Suddenly Kabru is sneaking this cat little pets and treats in hopes it’ll stick around for when Laios may eventually (hopefully) come over. Before he knows it, Kabru has formed a soft spot for the stray.

- Both of their friend groups mesh and the two find themselves wondering each day when they’ll get to see each other next. They instantly attach in group settings without a second thought, and everyone notices the spark they have going on but them. Laios is excited in a ‘wow this is the coolest, nicest, most interesting friend I’ve ever had!’ type of way, while Kabru recognizes & reconciles with the fact that he’s crushing pretty early on.

- Toward the end of the semester, Marcille hosts a house party, and there’s actually a moment where Kabru sits with Chilchuck on the rooftop ?? It’s an extremely rare occasion and odd for them to ever be alone together, but Kabru had wondered out onto the second floor balcony for some fresh air + a moment to think, and spotted Chilchuck smoking a joint by himself atop the roof shackles to the right of him, just beyond the balcony.

- They watch Laios and a few others down below do something stupid and party related, like chug a drink or eat something fast in one go. It’s mostly quiet between the two up top, save for the few awkward hellos in acknowledgment when Kabru first shows up. Until Chilchuck, of all people, decides to finally break the silence between them. 

“I’d just be straight up with him at this point, if I were you.”

Kabru jumps a little at the unexpected suggestion, glancing toward him with wary eyes. He does his absolute best in every interaction to present himself in a very particular way. Had he been that easy to read all this time?

“Straight with who?” Kabru questions as innocently as he could pretend with a smile, brushing a curl behind his ear.

Chilchuck takes a drag and blows smoke up toward the sky, slightly annoyed but not trying to bite this time around. “Laios. It looks like you want something so bad, but you’re holding back or something. He’s not going to pick up on anything unless you spell it out for him, y’know.”

Kabru covers one of his ears as he feels them burn, looking down into the plastic cup barely filled with beer in his hands. “It’s not— I don’t…” he starts, but feels dumb finishing any semblance of denial. Surprising himself, he caves in, swirling the drink. “It’s just… I don’t want to lose this. His friendship has become pretty important to me.”

“Does Laios come across as someone who would make things awkward?” Chilchuck asks, snuffing out the nub of his joint into the roof and turning to Kabru. Kabru furrows his brow at him.

“Not typically, but I somehow can never figure him out when it comes to things I’ve never tried with him before. Risks with him are truly unpredictable.”

He hums in disagreement, watching the last of the smoke escape the joint before it completely fizzles out. “Eh, I don’t know. Think about it like this. If he doesn’t reciprocate the feelings, do you think he’d have trouble still being friends with you? Laios, being the way that he is, I mean.”

Kabru thinks about it for a minute. Laios really was different from other friends he’d made throughout his life. He didn’t waste time putting up fronts just to save face, and he can’t really pick up on things being awkward for either party. If Kabru confessed and got denied, it would hurt himself mostly, but it wouldn’t rapidly change the air between them. Laios probably wouldn’t want to stop being friends or need time apart just out of awkwardness, which is what one would normally expect after rejection. “I think I get what you mean. I suppose not.”

Chilchuck put the burnt out nub into his pocket to save for a final short smoke later. “I don’t know exactly what all goes on in that guy’s head, but being an observer, I’d think you’d notice by now when he’s actually looking back. I guess it’s easier as a third party.”

Kabru takes a sip of his beer as he carefully considers Chilchuck’s words and watches Laios down below. In that moment, Laios happens to look up and catch Kabru’s gaze, immediately smiling and giving him a friendly wave. It feels like it’s just between them, save for the audience member right next to Kabru witnessing the whole thing. Chilchuck sighs and stands up, dusting his pants off.

“You guys do you. I barely understand my own feelings and how to go about them these days, but if you already know yours so confidently, then there shouldn’t be much stopping you from sharing them. Bottling up seems a lot more painful. It’s hard to watch, anyway.” He stretches before crawling down from the roof shackles onto the balcony. He offers a small wave as he passes by to head inside. Kabru turns to watch him go, saying a soft “Thanks Chilchuck,” as he disappears into a hallway, presumably toward the stairs.

When Kabru turns back around and glances down, Laios is in fact still looking up at him. His face heats up a bit, unsure what to say or do in response, and then Laios is grinning brightly and motioning for him to come and join them. Kabru nods, downs the last of his drink, and then hurries inside, heart pounding in his chest.

[bluelavendre]

Title: "Surviving Together"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing BTS ot7 x Reader

Major Genre: Survival, Zombie apocalypse

Zombie Au inspired a bit by All of us are dead series

Chapter 14: "Silent Bonds and Shifting Allegiances"

The days blur together in a world now ruled by the infected. The quiet moments you share with Yoongi are becoming more frequent, more meaningful. While the others argue, strategize, or fight, you and Yoongi find a strange solace in each other's company. There's no need for words to fill the silence between you. His presence alone speaks volumes.

You find yourself seeking him out more often. When the tension between the group becomes unbearable, when the noise of the outside world threatens to overwhelm you, Yoongi’s calm steadiness is your anchor. He doesn't ask for anything, and he doesn’t push you for answers you’re not ready to give. His presence alone is enough to make you feel like you’re not entirely lost in this new, broken world.

One night, as the fire crackles softly between you, Yoongi passes you a water bottle without a word. You take it gratefully, your fingers brushing against his in the process. He doesn’t pull away, nor does he make a big deal out of it. His gaze lingers on you, but there’s no judgment, no expectations—just quiet understanding.

"You ever thought about where we’ll go after all of this?" Yoongi asks, his voice breaking the silence.

You pause, unsure how to answer. The future feels like a distant concept, one that doesn’t exist anymore in the midst of all the chaos. “I don’t even know if there’s anywhere left that’s safe,” you murmur, the thought of a place beyond this world of infection and survival weighing heavily on your heart.

Yoongi shrugs, though it’s clear the question lingers in his mind as well. "Doesn’t hurt to think about it," he replies softly, his gaze moving to the flickering fire.

You nod, but you can't help but wonder—does Yoongi ever think about the future? Or is he too wrapped up in the present, in making sure everyone survives today?

The more you’re with him, the more you sense his guarded nature. There’s something he’s not saying, something he’s holding back. But for now, you know better than to push him. The world is too broken to rush through unspoken emotions. There’s no telling if there will even be time for them in the end.

The shift between you, Hana, and Taehyung feels almost tangible now. Hana’s words, her accusations, and the suspicion hanging in the air have changed the dynamics of the group. But it’s not just you who’s feeling it—Taehyung’s behavior around Hana has begun to change as well.

You notice it in the way he watches her when she speaks, his expressions softening in a way they haven’t with anyone else. There’s a quiet tension between them now—one that wasn’t there before. You can’t ignore it, even though you wish you could. The fact that Hana and Taehyung seem to be finding solace in each other while you’re left with the weight of the group’s suspicion is a bitter pill to swallow.

They spend more time together, huddling by the fire, speaking in hushed tones that only the two of them understand. It’s like a secret they’ve formed, one that you’re not part of. You feel the distance growing between you and Taehyung, but you’re not sure if it’s because of Hana’s accusations or something more.

You try to ignore the ache in your chest, the way your heart skips whenever you catch them laughing or sharing a private joke. It feels wrong to feel this way, but it’s hard to suppress when everything around you is falling apart.

Yoongi catches the look in your eyes one evening as you watch Hana and Taehyung interact from a distance. He says nothing, but his gaze lingers on you for a long moment before he turns his attention back to the fire.

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t care,” Yoongi murmurs, his voice quiet but perceptive. “It’s... okay to feel.”

You blink at him, caught off guard by his words. “What do you mean?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer right away, instead choosing to focus on the flames flickering in front of him. He seems to be thinking carefully, weighing his words. "You’re not invisible, you know. Just because they don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not real."

You swallow, unsure how to respond to that. Yoongi’s ability to read you in silence, to understand your pain without needing to pry, is both comforting and unsettling.

“Thanks,” you whisper, though the words don’t feel like enough.

Yoongi only nods, his gaze soft but unreadable. “Anytime.”

As the days pass and the group fights to stay alive, the idea of a permanent safe place becomes more pressing. The reality of staying in the same place, always on edge, with no real protection from the outside world, is unsustainable. And so, the discussions begin.

The group gathers around one evening, the weight of their situation hanging in the air. The moonlight casts long shadows across their faces, their exhaustion evident but overshadowed by the urgency of the conversation.

“We need to find somewhere safe,” Jin says, his voice firm, though his usual calm demeanor is strained. “We can’t keep moving aimlessly.”

Jimin agrees, his face tense. "I’ve heard rumors about a safe zone—somewhere up north. A place where the virus hasn’t spread as much. If we get there, maybe we can—"

“We don’t know for sure if it’s safe,” Taehyung interrupts, his voice sharp, his eyes narrowing as he glances at Jimin.

Hana, standing beside him, nods. “We have to be careful. We can’t trust rumors. There could be worse things out there than the infected.”

You listen to the debate quietly, your mind racing. On one hand, the thought of finding a safe place sounds almost impossible. But on the other, it’s the only hope left. There’s no future without survival.

“We’ll need to move fast,” Yoongi interjects, his voice calm but commanding. “We can’t waste time arguing. If we don’t act now, we risk being trapped here with no way out.”

The others fall silent for a moment, each of them processing Yoongi’s words. You feel a shift in the group, a new sense of unity in the face of the unknown. Despite everything that’s happened—the tension, the arguments, the doubt—there’s something undeniable about the shared need for survival.

“You’re right,” Jimin says, nodding as he looks around at the others. “We leave at first light. Everyone get some rest. We need to be ready.”

As the group disperses, each person retreating into their thoughts, you find yourself standing at the edge of the camp. Your eyes drift to Yoongi, who’s already taking his position, keeping watch over the group. You don’t need to say anything—he just knows. He always does.

As the night grows darker, Yoongi finds his way to where you’re sitting, watching the fire burn low. You’ve become accustomed to the silence between you, but tonight it feels different. There’s a weight to it, an unspoken understanding that feels both comforting and daunting.

“You know,” Yoongi says softly, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You turn to look at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice.

“I know,” you reply quietly, offering him a small, tired smile.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel like maybe, just maybe, there’s still hope. Not for the world, not for the future, but for the people you’ve chosen to fight alongside. And maybe, in the end, that’s enough.

To be continued...

[tastefulbean]

MY MD FIC IS FINALLY HERE!!

All the human au art I made finally has context now lol

[lovelycupid47]

Yandere! Kim Taehyung College AU! One-shot

a/n: This is my first fan fiction in a while. I'm trying to get the storyline readable and not cringe. So, if it does, I'm sorry

pairing: yandere!college student! Taehyung x college student! female reader.

TW: manipulation, slight abuse, and one swear word.

Everyone was jealous of you. They envied you. The reason is your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung. Your boyfriend was the most handsome, kind, loyal, and perfect man that every girl wished they had. Your boyfriend made sure that everyone knew that he belonged to you. Always staying by your side, blatantly ignoring any girl that tries to flirt with him, leaving hickeys every time you stay over in his dorm, deleting any messages from women that would try to seduce him, and even tattooing your name on his collarbone. Yet it has become overwhelming for you.

You met him in your first year of college. You were struggling to make friends and were finding adjustment a little difficult. It wasn’t until you met him through a classmate who invited you over to a club. You guys hit off great. You thought he was such a gentleman and handsome guy that befriending had become easy. Oh, how so wrong were you? 

Taehyung thought you were amazing and beautiful. Seeing your smile created a spark in his stomach that he didn’t want to go away. When he saw you in the sunlight, he believed that you were an angel that was sent to him since you were so perfect for him. He was so perfect for you. He knew he had to have you, so he asked you for your number and you being naive, said yes.

It started with texting each other every single day to daily luncheons to dating by the end of your freshmen semester. You guys were the perfect couple and everyone on campus knew you two could never be separated. It’s not like you want to separate. It's more like he doesn’t want to at ALL be separated away from you. At first, it was lovely and sweet, but your friends started noticing some signs that weren’t so lovely. 

“I thought you told Taehyung, you are spending time with the girls.” One of your blonde friends, Nayeon, said.

“I did, but you know him. He gets really anxious when I don’t text him back over 30 minutes.” You defended. 

“Isn’t that a little too much? He has been nonstop texting you since you sat down.” Your Burnett friend, Jihyo, questioned.

“Yeah, but he has really bad anxiety, so if I don’t text him quick enough, there is a chance he can get a panic attack. Last time, I forgot to text him before my test and he ended up calling me 20 times and left 50 messages about if I was okay and if I was in danger.” 

Both of your friends looked at each other wearily and back at you who was oblivious to how manipulative it sounded. Taehyung had never acted like this before, especially since they had known him longer than you. They've seen his previous relationships, and he never acted that way with any of the girls. This raised concerns among the girls and gave them a slight suspicion of something that wasn’t right. Since then they started observing you guys interaction in public. 

What they noticed was how subtly possessive he could get. It started with just grabbing your hand and never letting go unless you need to use both hands. They saw how he would beg for your attention when you were talking to another guy. The worst of all is the death stare he would give to any guy or girl who tries to flirt with you. Instead of voicing their concerns to you, they kept quiet. 

You, Taehyung, and your friend group decided to go eat out since exams were over. It was a moment to destress and eat/drink all of their worries away. It was going so perfectly until your boyfriend took it too far. 

“Who are you texting?” Taehyung asks.

“Oh a relative, they are wondering if I’m coming home during break.” You proclaimed. Out of nowhere, you felt arms wrapping around you and a sudden whine.

“Who told you you can leave me alone? Who is going to cuddle with me at night then? What about our morning breakfast together? You can't leave your boyfriend here by himself.” He whined out loud. Usually, this behavior would be cute to your friends, but now it has become really annoying. 

“You can wait a couple of months without her. It's not like she dying,” Nayeon mumbled, head down and moving her food around. 

“No, that is a crime. I need the love of my life with me at all times. She is my other half.” He defended while slightly glaring at her. 

“Well, have you ever thought that maybe giving her space?” Jihyo argued back with the same glare intensity as him. “It becomes overwhelming when you don’t leave her side, especially when she needs to use the restroom.”

You didn’t like where this was going, especially since it started raising some tension on the table. “Are you tired of me, baby?” Taehyung pouted pulling his most unforgiving puppy dog's eyes. The eyes he knew that you can’t say no to. 

“O-of course not!” You defended, “I would never think like that because I know how much it affects you, and you know how much I love you. I-I love the affection you give me.”

“Yeah, it is endearing, but Taehyung, it does become overwhelming even for us when all you talk about is Y/N. We get it, you are a hopeless romantic and are head over heels, but hearing about it even when she is not with us is getting really annoying.”Jungkook, Taehyung’s best friend, retorted. He heard from both Nayeon and Jihyo how Taehyung doesn’t set boundaries and is always in your space. At first, he didn’t believe it, but he started paying attention and saw what the other two girls were mentioning. Whenever Jungkook and Taehyung hang out with other guys, Taehyung is always gushing about how pretty and wonderful you are. Then he would be stuck on his phone texting you instead of talking to them. There was even one-time Taehyung yelled at Jimin, a close friend of theirs, for telling Taehyung that he could do so much better than you and that you were just going to be a college fling that he would forget about in the future. Jungkook remembered that day being the only time he saw Taehyung almost get physical with someone. The rage he saw in Taehyung’s eyes was something he could never forget and would haunt him in his sleep. 

Taehyung didn’t say anything. He was looking down at his lap staying silent making you even more worried. “Guys, I understand your concerns, but I don’t mind it. Besides, you guys are not considering his separation anxiety. I thought you guys knew about his trauma. So, leave him alone, please.” You begged, it hurts seeing your boyfriend being judged by the people he trusted the most. 

“Y/N, he doesn’t have separation anxiety. He just saying that so you can feel pity for him. I asked his mom two days ago and she said he never experienced any trauma.” Nayeon bickered. At that, it was Taehyung’s last straw. He stood up and grabbed your hand. “We will be leaving. Seeing as none of you guys support our relationship.” And you both left the restaurant without listening to your friend’s protest. 

The car back to your dorm was silent. No words were coming out of him. You tried lightening the mood, but all you got was one-word answers. It was concerning to you because you never saw him like this. It has been close to two years since you guys started dating, and you have never seen this side of him. Yes, there were also arguments between you, but he was always the one asking for forgiveness whenever you made a move to leave the room.  This is something that can actually take a turn in your relationship. 

Once at your dorm room, it was just you and him. Your roommate already left back home once exams were finished, so you had the room all to yourself before you headed back home. “Y/N. Give me your phone.” Taehyung demanded in his monotonous voice. A voice he avoids using on you. He was standing by your bed while you were still near the door.

“Why? Can we talk about what happened back at the restaurant first?” You questioned. In the car, you thought about what Nayeon said. Was it true? Were you being lied to?

“I don’t want to talk about it. Especially with people that want to separate us. Now give me your phone.” He extended his hand out expecting you to oblige to his demand, but you were hesitant.

“Those people are our friends. They weren’t trying to separate. They are just concerned for my well-being because you can become overbearing!” Yeah, you were mad at your friends for ganging up on your boyfriend, but they were your only friends since Freshman year. Besides them, no one wanted to be your friend for some odd reason.

“So you agree with them. You can’t stand being with me... Am I annoying you with my love, babe? Is my affection and love something you don’t like? Do you not love me anymore? D-do you hate me?” Taehyung gave you the most heartbreaking expression that you have ever seen. 

“Taehyung, you know that is not what I mean.”

“Really? Because it sounds like you don’t love me anymore. Is it because Jihyo and Nayeon are brainwashing you to stop loving me.” He started advancing towards you.

“They have nothing to do with this Tae.” You started slowly backing away.

“They have everything to do with this since they started the whole thing. Obviously, they are trying to persuade you to leave me. Unless…” He had you against the wall while gripping your shoulders tightly. 

“Are you cheating on me with Jungkook? After all, he is the only man you interact with and he was quick to make sure to separate you from me.” He was staring straight into your eyes which were diluted with anger while his grip on you was tightening every second. 

“Taehyung you are hurting me! You are jumping to a conclusion. There is nothing going on with me and Jungkook, okay? You know that I love you and only, so why would I want Jungkook.” You try reasoning with him, but it seems like nothing is getting to him.

“Prove it. Block them.” He declared, and from the expression on his meant he was serious. 

“Block them? Do you mean our friends? The one that has been with us since the beginning? Taehyung this is getting out of hand.” You tried getting out of his grip but he ended up digging his nails into your skin.

“The friends that got us in this argument. The same friends that insulted me in front of you, your boyfriend. The same friends that made fun of my condition, Y/N. What about the time that they picked on your outfit because it was too childish? What about the time they talked shit behind your back and yet you forgave them. You know and I know that they are the toxic ones, so I’m going to ask you one more time. Block. Them. Or help me god I will do it for you.” You were helpless because you knew he was speaking facts and you couldn’t argue back. To you they were facts, but to him, they were lies that he made up and manipulated to make sure you believed him. You defeatedly handed your phone that was buzzing with missed calls from your friends. 

He grabbed it and blocked your friends on your phone and any other social media platforms. He wanted to make sure that none of them had any contact with you. Heck, he would even make sure that they don’t even be in the same room with you. 

“See, was that hard.” He cupped your face with his veiny hands and kissed your tears away. You didn’t know you were crying until you felt his lips on your eyelids.

“Don’t worry. We have each other. Isn’t that enough? We can be even more affectionate without the nagging people insulting us.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders while you wrapped your arms around his waist. His head was lying on top of yours while swaying you both from side to side. 

“It is me and you against the world. Forever.” If only you saw the smirk he had on his face, you wouldn’t be nuzzling his neck.

[jamiethebeeart]

College Intern Jazz Fenton

[fluffypotatey]

y’all help i’ve got two hangster x twister aus haunting my brain and one is mostly silly and fun while the other is angsty Bradley character study

[poopiefart420]

So when i said i was gonna make Ozai and Ursa as 2000s baddies i meant it

(ursa is the only one with a actual 2000s outfit, ozai is just whatever. Ursa deserves it more than he does it’s payback for his war crimes)

[cyberdragoninfinity]

gleefully taking arc-v characters, picking them up putting them in kansas putting them in college shaking the jar observing them like an ant farm etc etc etc

[queenusagiblog]

unnamed au...

[timaeusterrored]

My lil college au dreams came true! I got to comm the amazing @chaaistheanswer for my boys. She was so kind and amazing and truly brought them to life🥺💕

I think this made me fall in love with it again.

Art by: @chaaistheanswer

[snazzycryptid]

“The Last Sketch” Mycelial Mycosis storyline 2/3 main characters

Edgar Valden

Age: 23

Travel partner: Ithaqua Vilulf

Character song: Carve a Smile - Shayfer James

Since Edgar is canonically from the Material Research Facility in the coa7 lore, MM Edgar has a great interest in mycology and is quite knowledgeable for a civilian. He even keeps a journal of his time on his own and with Ithaqua and sketches the various Mushrooms and Molds he comes across in the margins.

The artistic uses of fungi are his specialty and his and Ithaqua’s treehouse is decorated with artist bracket sketches and he has small jars full of pigments and dyes he’s made from mushrooms.

Mentally, he’s more stable and less apprehensive than his partner is about venturing out into the city and formerly populated areas that were evacuated when the disease emerged.

Ithaqua Vilulf

Age: 21

Travel partner: Edgar Valden

Character song: 700 days - Shayfer James

The apocalypse has NOT been treating this guy kindly in the slightest. Poor thing cannot catch a break. His mother died, his shelter was compromised, he saw his friend crawl out of a lake horrifically mutated, and he’s nearly gotten mauled several times by infected. So naturally, he’s become quite the paranoid individual. He even keeps his mask on at all times to avoid spore inhalation and stays completely covered to prevent the possibility of any mycelium attaching to him.

It’s rare, but when things become scarce, he scavenges for supplies left behind in abandoned encampments and buildings. He ran into Edgar during one of these supply runs and took him to his camp where they began living together and formed a strong bond as partners.

He does think Edgar is a bit odd because of his fascination with fungi, but he admires his work and wouldn’t trade his company for the world.