#college au prompt

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

College Student: Homeroom

Ash wants to win a bet that he can get a date for the dance. So he sends four letters to his close friends, expecting at least one of them to ask him out while he waits behind the school.

What he got is Serena, May, Dawn and Misty each coming to him and accepting his proposal in separate times. This is not going to end well for Ash when the dance happens.

All he wanted to do is to win the bet he made with Gary Oaks. All he wanted to do is prove to his friend/rival he can get a date for the dance. And in a way he got a date…

“Back off! He my date to the dance!”

“Ash rather eat date than date the likes of you!”

“I’m the perfect woman for him to go on a date!”

Ash gulped with heavy heart as he stood in front of the three arguing ladies fighting over him. May, Dawn and Misty growling and screaming at the top of their lungs as they pulled him to their respective directions trying to get him to date one of them with increasing hostility and aggression.

‘I…I am going to die.’ Ash thought with fear and despair in his mind as he slowly accepted his inevitable fate of death via women scorned.

#pokemon #pokemon shitpost #ash ketchum #may #misty #dawn #pokemon dawn #pokemon may #pokemon misty #college au #college au prompt #student au #student au prompt #homeroom au #homeroom au prompt #advanceshipping #pearlshipping #pokeshipping #ash x misty #ash x may #ash x dawn

[kokoa-la]

Ngl I just find it so funny if Danny just accidentally becomes friends with someone trying to rob him like-

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“Get up!”

And he was up, hands above his head and everything. The guy in all black proceeded to pat him down along his pockets while pointing a gun at him otherwise. 

“How do you not have a wallet on you?”

“I’m a college student, I can barely afford tuition.”

That’s a lie, he was on a full ride scholarship, but they didn’t need to know that. 

“Oh you too?”

Did this bitch just say ‘you too’ ? No way.

“‘You too?’ Are you doing this to pay for college???”

Ancients, the school system sucked if he had to resort to crime for this.

“Yeah- you wouldn’t believe how expensive my major is, the textbooks alone cost more than my rent!”

“Holy shit, no kidding. Yeah, why are textbooks so expensive? Why am I paying hundreds of dollars for something that could have been a 2 dollar pdf?”

“Right! I tried asking my professor instead, but he said he’d fail me if I didn’t have the right materials! It’s driving me nuts. Like how am I supposed to pay for all this?”

How Dannt started making conversation with his own robber, he didn’t know, but he was happy to finally complain with someone. He hadn’t exactly made friends since he got here.

“Personally I buy used books, and the more trashed they are, the cheaper. Then, you can just use the pdf version but still have the textbook in class. It’s honestly so much easier. Or you can see if you can borrow it from the library and just bring it in for the classes he checks it, then return it after to avoid the fees. That option is a bit more troublesome though.”

“Oh shit, no way! That’s awesome, I never thought of that, thanks man! Man, I wish I talked to you sooner.” 

“Yeah, it’s all good, maybe just avoid the crime after this? There’s tons of online jobs you can do during class and stuff. I don’t know, there’s always another option than crime. You sound like a good guy, just desperate.”

The robber turned friend (?) lowered his gun and sighed before returning the items in the bag to everyone. He then apologized to the cashier and then to everyone else before giving Danny a hug (how long had it been since he’d gotten one of those?) and leaving. Danny was so proud of him he almost cried (again). 

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I know it's a bit weird and out of place, but that's bcs its a snippet from a fic I'm writing on ao3 😭

But still, I need more of Danny befriending ppl trying to jump/rob him

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #college au #prompt #dc x dp prompt #dp prompt #college is too damn expensive #sometimes the guy trying to rob you is just a desperate college student with a mean professor who won't let him use a pdf #justice for side character a

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 5

Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #De aged dan #de aged ellie #dad danny #mom danny #Fuck it make this a Hazmat Au too with a hint of eldritch Phantom form #Hence why no one realizes Danny Fenton & Phantom Dark are different people #No Danny is not ghost king he's just a little shit #Jazz is in Metropolis & Danny is around depending on where the “field trips” are #Sometimes he's in Gotham because Scarecrow or Ivy offers a lecture #Most of the time they're in Central though because it's safest for the baby villains in the making lol #Danny is taking classes for both medical stuff (thx Frostbite) and engineering #A couple of time travelling villains ADORE him and his kids lol #“So u a monsterfucker?” “What” “I mean I saw that ghost hero & I'm just sayin that's not human y'know-” #Tucker stop laughing at him #Tucker and Sam and Val are also in the same villain school but taking different classes #Save for Tucker also being in an engineering class #Sam is fighting for that Ivy internship #Val is in the specialized Anti-Hero course that focuses on teen heroes who are done with that bs #She got in by telling them (not lying) that she's going to take down a branch of government even if she has to blow the whole thing up #Evil College Au #Danny made a mistake & now everyone thinks that he Val Sam AND Tuck were in a relationship with Phantom at some point #Eveery other student now refers to them as the Petty Exes #memes #meme

[steviesbicrisis]

Okay but what about a modern college AU where, after being considered a loser and the freak of Hawkins high, Eddie becomes one of the most popular guys on campus? And what if Steve doesn’t really fit in college and he’s just an ordinary student like many others, mostly unnoticed?

Maybe Eddie likes the attention but also gets tired after a few weeks, and when he sees former King Steve Harrington walking around the campus he has to ask him “man, how did you do it in high school?”

And Steve, having figuring out his shit ages ago, simply replies “buy me dinner first and I’ll tell you all of my secrets” with a wink.

(Students walking by give curious glances to a red-in-the-face Eddie Munson and wonder who’s the guy giggling next to him).

EDIT: I wrote a little more about them here, if you wanna check it out!

#we need more modern au #and college au #all of the AUs #steddie #bi steve harrington #steve and eddie #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #modern au #college au #steddie headcanon #sbc writes #prompts

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

Things for dead on main college aus i have yet to see

Y'all are missing the potential for college library shenanigans omg

Jason doesnt even go to GU he just likes their libraries

Its nearing midnight and the STEM kid (Danny) a couple tables down from Jason is going all mad scientist with the whiteboard. Its very entertaining

You know how Jason has a dating app in WFA? He's meeting his date at a GU library starbucks and he falls for barista!Danny while on his date 😂

Danny goes to the library for his between class nap every day at 3:00 and that in itself is very amusing to Jason

Ideas moving away from the library

You know the "unassigned-assigned seat" rule? They share like 2 gen eds and they've ended up next to each other in the back of the auditorium

They're both a few years older than all the freshmen so they naturally gravitate to each other at all the freshmen bonding stuff they're forced to attend that first week

As a freshman you are required to live on campus. Jason has a room but he's never there for obvious reasons. Jason stays the night there like once a week and its cuz he has a 8am the next day. Danny's sleep schedule is weirder than his and Danny is always hanging out in the common room when Jason gets to the dorm at 3am for his one night a week

Danny went to school on time and only Jason started late. Danny is Jason's freshman RA

Jason and Danny get assigned roommates between semesters (halfway through the year) for whatever reason (one of them just started, their roommates decided they wanted to room together, etc). Jason become progressively more lax about the whole Red Hood thing because Danny is a whole new level of weird. He makes Jason look normal. Nothing bothers this guy. Jason got home at 4am covered in blood and all Danny said was "cool beans" before he fell back to sleep. Tim is mystified by him, constantly getting frustrated over if Danny is just that oblivious or he legitimately just does not give a fuck.

They meet in a club. Idk movie club.

They're in the same group chat and when Danny says he's been arrested Jason is the only one to come bail him out. They become besties on the walk home

#hinacu xover #dead on main #college au #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom

[escarlatellie]

here with you ; ellie williams. (4.5k.)

⤿ f!reader, college!au, drinking + kissing, fluff fluff fluff <3 lowercase is on purpose , was blasting ceilings by lizzy so excuse the title

⤿ you're invited to another one of dina's off-campus parties not long after finals, where you meet a pretty girl who miraculously knows your name. away from the hustle of the actual party, where people are plastered out of their minds and making a ruckus, you and this pretty stranger get to know each other a little and earn yourselves a place in the other's heart.

“if you want anything just let me know, okay?” 

dina’s hand is warm, splayed across your lower back as she guides you away from what had to be the noisiest place at the party. it’s no surprise she attracts such diverse groups of people, given her gregarious personality and hard-to-overlook kind of beauty.

you would be lying if you said you hadn’t had a crush on her when you first met her; it’s dina, how could you not? thankfully, over maybe a year of getting to know her, you realized she wasn’t exactly your type and that she was far too head-over-heels for her on-and-off partner to even think about you. honestly, she never shut up about the guy.

“got it. thanks, dina.”

you definitely were not going to mention the almost completely assured possibility that you wouldn’t see her at all for the rest of the night. thing is, when you’re the host of parties like these, you tend to get thrown around a lot. though she doesn’t really seem to mind, since this is, at the very least, the fourth party you’ve been invited to since finals ended (which was around a month ago).

she hums passively at the acknowledgement, then gestures fluidly towards the rest of the room. there are a few people situated on her couch, a couple of them already putting on a show for the others while a few sit alone, sipping their drinks with reckless abandon. you’ve never gotten completely plastered at one of dina’s parties, always the type to stay back and help her clean up if she hasn’t passed out or gotten herself sick, but unsurprisingly, there are always those who’ll take any chance they can get.

“mi casa, su casa.” she sings, then she’s gone. 

left alone, you can handle yourself. why the hell would you come here if you couldn’t? you head towards what you remember to be the kitchen, but right now looks like a completely unprofessional bar complete with its own bartender—who you belatedly recognize to be jesse, dina’s on-and-off partner—in search of booze. 

said bartender nods at you when you catch his eye, pouring whatever’s on the table for tonight into a very typically red party cup—on the house, since you get special privilege—and sliding it over to the edge of the counter. whatever’s inside sloshes dangerously, threatening a mess which’d only add to the ugly stickiness of dina’s countertops, but you grab and take a whiff of it before it can tip over. 

“what, don’t trust me?” jesse ribs over the music—he speaks of your tentative sniff—, which is, as you’ve just realized, getting progressively louder. 

“if i say anything,” you mutter, which gets you his typical jesus christ, these people, kind of laugh and he leans back against the counter, right next to you. 

head crooked to the side slightly, you look him over. objectively, you can see why he and dina mesh so well; they’re both unbelievably attractive and complement each other’s personalities perfectly (from what you’ve seen, at the very least). their pretty much daily arguments aside, you can tell they love each other and only want the best for one another. that said, you can only imagine what’s running through his head right now.

“she’s not going to get shit-faced drunk,” he mutters, and that’s your cue to leave. you know he’s trying to console himself more than anything.

“no, she’s not.”, you respond in kind, patting his shoulder with just as much care as one would handle a two-hundred-pound gorilla, before pushing yourself up off the edge of the counter and walking out of the kitchen. god knows he could spend an hour sitting there talking about her; you’ve had enough of that for, quite literally, the rest of your life. 

the sole of your left shoe sticks to the ground a little as you walk, and you thank your past self for owning a strictly-for-parties pair of converse which were, sadly, a little too worn in for your own good. sneaking a glance into the main hall, you catch a glimpse of your best friend seated halfway up the stairs chatting with someone—maybe a senior? junior, at the very least—who’s got a guitar case slung over her shoulder and the most unruly head of short, auburn hair you’ve ever seen. 

dina’s gesturing wildly at the front door, likely having gotten into an argument with said stranger (except it looks far too fond to be serious), when the two of you make eye contact. her eyes are a strikingly pale kind of green, piercing through whatever weak defenses you’d put up for the night in a very relaxed fashion. she’s got this look on her face that screams uninterested, which is quickly swapped out for a look of rapt attention at your own once she realizes you don’t actually plan on looking away. 

because man, she’s hot.

it’s just then that a presumably tanked freshman crashes into you and spills the contents of whatever it is they were drinking all over you, effectively shattering whatever that was. really, you would be grateful for it—something to spare you the embarrassment of looking too interested in someone way out of your league—had there not been the undeniable presence of cool, once-iced liquor spilling down the front of your printed tee. 

“oh, fuck,” you curse, nearly missing their hurried apology before they barrel out the front door.

this wouldn’t be the first time. you sigh, reluctantly slipping away from all the noise, away from the pretty stranger, to deal with your problem. usually, you’d have an extra top shoved haphazardly into dina’s closet, something you could throw on in the worst-case scenario, but laundry day was just yesterday and all of your stuff was piled on your bed back home. already you could feel the liquor causing the shirt’s fabric to stick, leaving an icky, gross feeling that was begging to be cleaned up. the humidity from everyone’s breathing was not helping.

you set your cup down on a random table (never to be seen again) as you make your way to the bathroom. you wouldn’t be surprised to find the door locked, having been an unsuspecting party crasher one too many times in your first and some of your second year, but luckily the room’s unoccupied—not for long—and you slip in and lock the door behind you after waving off a concerned glance from jesse, who’s very slowly making his way to his girlfriend. no surprise there. 

“oookay, fuck.” you curse, flipping the light switch and nabbing a couple (a lot) of the mini towels out of dina’s probably way-too-expensive towel rack and pressing them to your front, hoping they’ll soak up some of the leftover moisture, at least save you from the mortification of showcasing to everyone your chest and abdomen.

it doesn’t really help.

again, not an irregular occurrence, so you’re not too worried; dina’s typical party etiquette has ensured that everyone here will leave you be and mind their own business. that doesn’t help your pride, but you concede to stepping back out and flipping the light switch off behind you as you make your way to the front.

this time, when you cross the main hall, dina’s gone and so is her friend. accompanying disappointment comes the ponderance of whether jesse found dina or not and if the pretty stranger has left, but you remind yourself you’ll find out later—probably near midnight when people start to filter out for the night and you’re tasked with cleaning up—, however frustrated that makes you, given the fact you’d lost a chance you probably never had in the first place. 

you pass a group of what look like sophomores playing beer pong against seniors—or maybe even graduates?—on your way out, and silently curse the growing pool of booze dripping on the floor right next to the table on your way outside.

the door is wide open, so being engulfed in cold air on your way outside is no surprise. luckily, the weather is calming down a little after a gruelling winter, so there’re only a couple of piles of leftover snow and the breeze doesn’t serve as an immediate freezer. however, your damp tee is anything but a savior and causes an eruption of a ton of goosebumps across the pane of your chest, stretching as far as your shoulders, which are only covered by the loose fabric of your top.

you’re not sure what you expect to see when you turn the corner to dina’s garage, but seeing her and her boyfriend sucking face is absolutely not it. dina’s got him pressed right up against the garage door, and you’re pretty sure that if jesse weren’t sober out of his mind he’d be giving into every single one of her wordless demands.

you slip past easily, far away enough to go by soundlessly and completely bypass the two’s freaky-ass sixth sense. the back gate is just as well-managed as the rest of the house and opens quietly, in no contrast to the backyard itself, which is empty and well-kempt. you know only you and a select few people are actually allowed into dina and her parents’ pretty backyard, so peace is expected and welcomed. the breeze is also blocked by the house, which is nice.

there are a couple of flowers blooming already, and their scent wafts through the air, bringing a natural sort of calm. the yard is illuminated by the house—light dances in beautiful patterns against the greens and greys that make up the garden—, but so is the relaxed silhouette of the same pretty stranger you saw less than ten minutes ago. this time, she’s hunched over in one of dina’s ugly bright-green lawn chairs with a guitar seated in her lap.

you consider her privacy and the fact that maybe she doesn’t want company right now or that she’s too busy with her music as you make your way over—aside from those ugly lawn chairs, really, there’s nowhere else to sit—but then banish your hesitancy with the acknowledgement that this is just as much a space for you as it is for her. 

the chair scrapes against the patio as you pull it out, just far away enough from the brunette to make yourself seem open and friendly, but respectful of her space. you worry the cheap plastic is going to snap beneath your weight as you sit down, but it holds well and serves as a final, much-needed resting spot for your already sore feet. once your rustling stops, you hear the gentle strum of a guitar and realize the girl hasn’t stopped playing.

you relax further into your seat. 

closer up now, you have the chance to really look at her. her hair’s pulled back now, half-up half-down, a lot less dishevelled than she’d been when you’d last seen her. 

looking lower, she’s wearing a low-cut short-sleeve and an unbuttoned flannel long-sleeve. skin-tight, ripped jeans line what look like toned thighs and spread legs, stained black and white converse completing the look. her fingers move deftly between frets, over strings, and you just barely catch the edges of a black and white tattoo peeking out from beneath her sleeve. she’s got really nice hands, you think, just as pretty as her face.

“i can feel you fuckin’ staring.” 

her tone is accusing, but not necessarily malicious or irritated; she doesn’t even look up at you when she says it, adjusting her guitar in her lap as she works at whatever she’s trying to play. her voice suits her, too, you think, and shift a little where you sit at the thought. 

“sorry. you’re really good at guitar.” you mutter, earning an amused chortle from the girl across from you. it’s a pathetic excuse—you’re well aware of your own unsubtlety—but there was something there, something between you two, not long ago, and you’re not just going to let it slip away. the alcohol’s got you pleasantly buzzed, and you’re sure that if you were a little soberer, you’d be embarrassed. 

“you think so?” 

she looks up now, a brow raised. you catch the slit in her right eyebrow, cocked slightly as her gaze rakes over you. she’s got this lilt to her voice that feels like it means trouble, however, it does nothing but pique your interest a little more. 

your response of “mhm. you play real nice.” earns you another glance over.

“i’ve seen you around a couple times. you’re a friend of dina’s, right?” she questions, looking between you and her instrument as she tunes what she seems to think is an out-of-tune string. her leg—the one which has the least contact with her guitar—bounces gently against the patio floor, and it takes you a second to realize she’s seen you around before and remembers you.

“yeah. best friend? i think? she likes to call it that.”, you joke, shoulders trembling slightly at the very unwelcome entrance of another breeze, carrying in the temperature from the front into the back. the sound of the stranger’s laugh is already addicting, especially when it feels genuine. that’s sometimes hard to come across, and you’re already starved for it even though you’ve been speaking to this girl for like, a minute.

“i’ll tell her you said that. shouldn’t she have an extra top for you or something?” 

“she does, usually. kinda forgot to leave a couple here.” you hum, pointedly ignoring the third glance over the girl’s given you since she’d first laid her eyes on you. her lips are pursed slightly, gaze trained wholly on your face whenever you speak yet it wanders when silence stretches between you two. her eyes are locked on something behind your head when she speaks again.

“are you two a..?” 

“thing? no, have you met jesse?”

“dina’s got a ton of other people that aren’t jesse, babe.”

your cheeks warm at the pet name, and you realize she’s right. dina’s had a couple of other flings outside of jesse; every time the two of them break up, she runs off to someone else before realizing she doesn’t want anyone but him. then, suddenly, without your permission, your mind wanders at the idea of someone wanting you the same way those two want each other. 

“no, we’re not,” you shake your head as she looks back at you. briefly, so momentarily, you question whether she actually likes girls or not—and if it seems like you do—so add a quick and easy-sounding, “think i liked her a year or so back, though.”

the stranger nods, and you’re suddenly hit with the fact that you don’t know her name. 

caught in your own head, you don’t register her leaning back in her seat, guitar following her movements, pressed right up against her abdomen. you do though, notice her shrugging her long sleeve off and balling it up in her free hand before it's carelessly thrown your way. your rapt attention towards her movement is pretty much the only reason you were able to catch it; it’s warm from her own body heat in your cold hands. it’s pretty obvious what she wants you to do with it, but you wouldn’t want to impose so you just stare at it.

“put on the damn sweater. it’s cold.”, she mutters, and you can’t help but bite back a smile at her tone; what was likely intended to come across as gruff and demanding sounds pleading and mildly concerned. you unravel the garment and pull your arms through the sleeves, a clean, earthy scent enveloping your once-shivering form.

“thanks, uh..”

“ellie. williams. ellie williams.” she stutters out, which is pretty cute.

“ellie. thank you.” 

that only gets you a grumble of acknowledgement before she’s back to her guitar. strands of her hair are slowly slipping out of her half-updo, and it only makes her that much more alluring. you’re well aware of the fact that you’re staring again, but she doesn’t seem to mind all that much as she starts up another tune. this one sounds far too smooth, too practiced to be something she even needs to go over, and belatedly you wonder if she’s trying to impress you. 

you two sit together quietly for god knows how long, accustoming yourselves to the other’s presence with ellie’s music writing over any awkward silence, and you drown in the admission that you could sit like this forever. the party inside is dying down, with a good chunk of attendees deciding to turn in early while the rest are either still on adrenaline highs or settling down for a couple of drinking games. 

“where’d you learn how to play?” 

you find yourself speaking before you can even think about it, and she doesn’t give you room to regret the interruption with the soft, loving little smile that breaks out on her face when she considers your question.

“old guy. his name’s joel.” 

you can’t help but smile at that; whatever harsh exterior she’s going for really isn’t working for her right now. almost every time she’s spoken to you, it’s either been with a smile, a laugh, or some poorly-concealed interest. joel, you think, taking that name and storing it for later, if there ever is a later with this girl. ellie.

“his guitar, then.” you hum, because it can’t be that much of a secret if a signature that deeply resembles his name is etched into a spot just above the pickguard. “you mind teaching me someday?”, you add, because there won’t ever be a moment where you don’t want to be talking to ellie; what you aren’t expecting is for her to look up at you with the same fond look that she’d looked at her guitar with just moments before, and nod. christ, you think, she’s so..

“we can start today, if you wanna.” she offers, and you try your very best not to seem too eager when you say yeah, for sure, but realize you’ve failed and that the pretty stranger–pretty girl sitting across from you doesn’t really care. she’s taking her guitar off her lap and making her way over to you before you can even second-guess yourself, crouching in front of you and raising an inquisitive eyebrow on her undeniably attractive, stupid fucking face.

you kind of want to kiss her.

you’re already imagining a future where you and ellie are, at the very least, friends—if not more, but you don’t want to get your hopes up—and are out like this every day, hanging out, being comfortable in each other’s presence because there’s no way this feeling of security is normal with someone you’ve just met unless you’re soulmates of some kind.

ellie makes a gesture, lifts her arms as a means of telling you to lift your own, and you swear its the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. you lift yours and her hand snakes its way forward, pressing against your right shoulder so you’ll lean back a little. she’s strong, you can tell that much—as if the muscle lining every inch of her visible skin wasn’t enough—, and her touch is searing hot, leaving fire in its wake. 

she sets the guitar in your lap, spreads your legs gently by the knees, and waits expectantly with her hands out for you to offer up your own. you find yourself staring as she takes your hands, lithe, strong fingers beneath your own, lips parted slightly in both concentration and excitement as she positions your left hand under the neck, fingers splayed just slightly against the frets. she realizes you already have your other arm around the body, but reaches over to ghost her fingertips against the skin of your elbow anyways. 

she smiles. “try it. use your thumb. don’t break my guitar.”

the look you give her prompts another huff of laughter, but she seems to have enough faith in you to believe you won’t. it doesn’t seem like she plans on moving, though, since she’s still crouched in front of you and when you mutter a retributive “it’s joel’s,”, the pretty girl in front of you leans forward and rests her open palms on your knees, effectively cutting off any sly remarks.

you’re probably never going to forget the way her eyes light up when you strum it the first time, and use your very limited guitar-playing knowledge to press against a couple of the frets in succession and play what sounds like a semi-well-practiced harmony.

“holy shit,” she breathes, and you find yourself feeling bashful regardless of the fact you were only, like, thirty percent sure you could pull that off again. however, you manage to contain any sighs of relief and only exhale a chuckle in response. 

her eyes are still on you, you know, and you start absentmindedly fidgeting with the neck and its frets; her attention is everything you could’ve ever wanted, but her gaze is weighed and it’s making you feel a little self-conscious. you’re not starved for it by any means but it has been a while since someone has stared at you like this, awestruck out of their mind. it’s funny because for some reason ellie’s making this seem like such a huge deal when she’d spent the past, what—you’ve lost track of time—thirty minutes? an hour? playing a bunch of fucking songs on this old guy’s guitar, and—

“i had no idea you could play guitar..” 

her voice tears you out of your own head, and suddenly she’s closer to you than she has been all night. you lock eyes when she mutters your name, alarmed at the fact she knows it—you reason that she knows dina and you must’ve been mentioned in passing at least a couple of times—, and feel chills go down your spine, butterflies erupting in your stomach. i definitely want to kiss her.

“i can’t,” you huff, desperate to ease out the tension, “you outplay me by—”

“can i kiss you?”

her cut-off is abrupt and unexpected, and you swear your heart has never stopped like this. it’s such an innocent question, a plea of consent laced with insecurity, something the girl you’d seen in the main hall earlier into the night hadn’t even seemed like she possessed, but it’s so inherently ellie you don’t know what to do with yourself. so you nod. a quick tilt to your chin, up and down; you can’t trust your voice to work well enough for a yes.

but ellie needs to hear it. 

“say yes. i gotta hear you say it.”

you stare at her, and she stares back. the need to actually kiss her is growing unbearable now that you know she wants it too, but the mortification of knowing this pretty girl could hear the desperation in your voice—you haven’t even tuned into the fact that she sounds just as desperate as you—, the hitch of your breathing if you were to say yes, makes it hard to voice what you want.

so you don’t. she’s close enough, hands having slid upwards, her sweaty palms against your thighs in a subconsciously innocent gesture; any stray hair’s been tucked messily behind her ear, her lips are a little chapped and you see her throat constrict in a swallow when you reach forward with your right hand and thread your fingertips through the hair at the base of her neck.

and when you lean forward—as much as you can, with the guitar situated between the two of you—, ellie meets you halfway, semi-pulled in by your touch and mostly leaned in of her own accord. 

it’s a kiss. just that, a gentle press of the lips, but the glorification fiction has given it hasn’t been for nothing. maybe it’s just because it wasn’t with the right person, but you’re far from unfamiliar with it and it’s never felt like this. ellie kisses like she never wants to stop and you’re not complaining. you feel her grip tighten around your thighs, and you’re already running out of air even though you’ve only been doing this for a couple seconds. when you part, it’s with an unspoken promise of more.

“i’ve seen you around,” ellie starts, whispering against your lips. it sounds like a confession, something she needs to get off her chest, so you urge her to continue with your silence and the gentle circling of your thumb against her scalp. “with dina. or jesse. on campus. during those stupid presentations. or the social events. and i’ve always wanted to talk to you, you know? especially that one time, when you,” she inhales, smoothing her hands out against your legs. “when you corrected jesse on a fucking dinosaur name at the group’s museum outing.”

you stare at her, shuffling through images of every event you’ve ever gone to for dina’s sake when it hits you. a couple months back, before finals, probably when dina and jesse had gotten back together after a huge blowup, she’d found some stupid exhibit at a museum close to campus and presented it to you. she’d asked if you thought it was a good deal, especially because her friend, ellie, liked dinosaurs, and fuck, what is wrong with you?

“shit, you remember that?”

her silence is enough of an answer, gaze flitting between your eyes and lips nervously. 

“oh my god,” you exhale, keeping her still with the hand you have around her neck as you press your foreheads together. to think, if you’d been a little less ignorant at the time, you could’ve already known ellie. the two of you could have been friends, possibly more—which now, doesn’t seem all that ridiculous—, had you tuned in a little more to what dina was saying, had paid more attention to the rest of dina’s group when you’d gone out with her, had asked simply, back then, who’s ellie?

“is that weird? tell me that’s not weird. i kinda feel like a creep now, fuck. i swear i wasn’t, like, stalking you or anything,” ellie starts rambling, something you doubt you’ll ever get tired of. 

“you said you’ve seen me around a couple times. are you a creep?”, you tease.

“no! i mean, no. i just kinda, i only heard about you and saw you that time, and, shit–” 

you smile at her, let her go on as you lean further over the guitar, left hand reaching out to tuck a couple strands of her unruly hair behind her right ear, effectively cutting her off without saying a word. this awestruck look on her face is something you really, really want to get used to, and the feeling of her breath ghosting over your lips is far more welcome than anything else will ever be. 

“god, i wanna kiss you again.”

“do it.” you hum, and then ellie’s lips are on yours again and you swear this pretty stranger with the auburn hair is going to be the death of you.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Hi! For the summer sleepover, can I request Tony Stark + period sex? Maybe the reader is having terrible cramps and Tony tries to help distract them and ease the pain.

pairing: college!tony stark x female reader

warnings: period sex, cramps, fingering, penetration, swearing.

words: 700

a/n: unedited as per usual :P got many asks for my sleepover and I will get to them all no worries &lt;3

"Fuck!"

You cry out and wrap yourself up under your duvet. First-day period cramps were the worst and you had the absolute misfortune of starting it in the middle of the lecture. You tried to power through it but the pain got terrible and you managed to leave and come up to your dorm to clean yourself and make yourself comfortable.

A knock is heard at your door and you only groan in frustration.

"It's me." Tony's voice is distinctly heard. You hadn't been dating a long time so you were unsure if you wanted to burden him.

"I'm sick, I'll talk to you later." You shouted and shut your eyes, then the gentle opening of the door and light coming at you surprised you. Yet of course Tony wouldn't just go away.

"I know what you're going through." He nods his head and comes closer. "Well not know know, I just thought that the dates add up, plus you were frantically wrapping your jacket around your waist."

"Tony, I'll be fine." You looked at him and smiled at his concern. "But really it will p-" A sharp pain came through you shutting you up.

"Which is why I got a plan."

"Shit." You cried wrapping your hands around your belly.

"And I know you're gonna enjoy it. An experiment of sorts for scientific reasons."

"You're not using a random device you just came up with."

"No, no machines. Just..." He beams and points at himself. "Just relax, sit back for me." You obliged, thinking he'd probably start massaging you and that's what he did at first starting from your stomach, to your belly, the lower he got the less constructed you felt.

He kept up his movements for a while until he slipped his hands under your pants, you groaned a little but he only shushed you back. Then he started pressing his whole palm over your lower stomache, moving it down to your center and up again. A different kind of fire was building up inside you and you know exactly what he wanted to do.

"Tony." You warned him and he chucked. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I've studied very well and now I'm ready to take action."

Using his two fingers together he reaches underneath your period panties and starts massaging your pussylips. Slowly and sensually in a rhythm that almost makes your pain disappear. You place a hand on his hand and moan when his thumb brushes your clit.

"Tony." You repeat his name again as your hips are almost pushing against his fingers.

"You're right, you need the.." He chuckles as he comes close to your face. "The real pain reliever." You look at him confused and he quickly withdraws his fingers making you gasp for air.

"Give me one second, the doctor will be with you shortly." He fumbled with clothes a little, only to get up and push his pants down, revealing his erect cock standing firm against his stomache. "You know I rush to get up in the mornings, no underwear." He mumbles as he gently pushes your body again behind and pushing your pants further down.

"I've never done this like this before." You whispered almost embarrassed.

"Damn, baby girl, I can't get any harder." Tony mused as his cock twitched. "Gotta perform excellently for my favourite girl."

With a bit of adjusting himself over you, getting you as naked as he liked, making sure none of his body weight could get on you, he positioned himself ready to enter you. "If you hurt at any point, just tell me and I'll stop alright?"

He entered you slowly, giving you time to adjust to this unique feeling. He kept his movements slow and to the point as he layed a little against the wall to achieve a little sideway position. This gave him the ability to use his finger on you, massaging your clit in time with his slow movements, which all worked beautifully on you.

By the time Tony let you go, you had already orgasmed three times and you were feeling better and overly exhausted. When you woke up a few hours later, he was still inside you - soft, his head resting on your shoulder.

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[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

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[unboundprompts]

hello! i'm writing a story that has a school senior + junior plantonic relationship with slight banter. I'm not really sure what activities they'd do together and the dialogue.

Prompts for a Platonic Student Relationship

Activity Ideas for Students in Different Years

Studying Together

Going to School Sports Events

Movie Nights

Eating Meals Together

Joining the Same Club

Helping Each Other in Class

Skipping Class Together

Gossiping about Teachers they Disliked

Late Night Drives

Venting about Roommates

Library Study Sessions

Playing Video Games Together

Dialogue Ideas

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

"Do you want to go watch the Volleyball game with me?" "I was going to go anyway just because I think #24 is cute."

"You signed up for Mrs. Chbosky's class? Worst mistake of your life."

"I have my calculus exam in two hours and I haven't studied once. Will you please help me before I go lay face-down in the middle of traffic?"

"Cafeteria food today is mid. You wanna sneak out and go get real food?"

"I think we should break into the library tonight." "Why would we do that?" "Just to see if we can."

"Don't freak out, but I volunteered the both of us to help take photos of the football team."

"Did you take Mr. Hartman's class last year? Can you please help me with this homework assignment?"

"My roommate keeps having her boyfriend over and I don't know how much more I can take." "Next time he's there, invite me over. We're going to make them so uncomfortable."

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[elsweetheart]

curious to know ur thoughts on college!abby and reader

i have thoughts . many . 🤭

college!abby x reader hcs

ok it’s more just hcs abt college!abby and not so much reader m sorry

• okay, first and foremost i think whatever your main college sports team is, abby plays for it. i feel like she’d be super sporty and stays super ripped because she has a reputation of winning almost every game she plays for and is feared by other colleges because girly is a BEAST

• ngl, she’s kind of a fuckgirl (fuckboy?) until she meets you. she gets CRAAAZY amounts of play because of being on the sports teams and her physique (her strap has been around the block a few times…fndjsj)

• she meets you in the laundry room, checking you out when you put your load in whilst she stands there in her sweatpants. she makes conversation with you because she thinks you’re hot but as soon as you start speaking her heart kinda melts slightly because you seem so sweet and have such pure intentions. she decides she’s gonna leave you alone, because you don’t deserve to be messed around by her.

• however, after that meeting you have a huge crush on her and find any excuse to be around her. you kinda clingy to her like a lost puppy to it’s owner and she finds it hard to shake you so she just gives in, maybe asking you to tutor her or something just to spend time together hehe

• idk why but i feel like college!abby specifically is tall ? she just gives that vibe (i mean i feel like she’s pretty tall anyway but college!abby is especially tall) and she’d definitely use it to her advantage with sports (and size kink. who said that) so take your height and add whtever so she’s taller than you by a little. (i’m 5’1 and i envision her being like 5’9 🫶🏼)

• her and ellie still hate eachother. ellie is the campus dealer and abby doesn’t smoke that much bc of sports but when she does she makes sure to purposely go out of her way to go to another dealer to buy her weed bc she’s petty like that.

• always in the campus gym, everyone there knows her and maybe she even takes a part time job there whilst studying

• would absolutely love it if u were a cheerleader for her team like oh my god. oh my g

idk guys i wanna hear your college!abby hcs 🤭🤭 ellie too why not

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 59

Danny is exploring- definitely not lost in- the ghost zone. And even if he is lost it’s not important, really! He has more important things to worry about- like the fact that he’s found a solid dozen ghost toddlers who are now all clinging to him or demanding for information he doesn’t exactly have? He’s not ready to be a ghost-dad! 

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[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 17) —

Warnings: fluff

Prompt: Outdoor Event

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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With the sun glaring down at the players and spectators, beads of sweat dripped down the back of your necks. Most people fanned themselves with hats while most players had wet their hair with ice-cold water. Some spectators had gone out and bought umbrellas to shade themselves from the harsh heat rays. Others had grabbed extra water bottles to keep cool.

“Bucky’s up next to bat,” Natasha said, pointing towards the dugout where he was standing with his helmet on and bat in his hand.

You grinned when you looked over and caught his gaze, blushing when he sent you a wink and smirk that told you exactly what he was thinking of. You adjusted your tank top that you wore under the jersey that Bucky had made specifically for you. With his last name stamped on the top, his number dead smack centre, and the words his girl at the bottom, there was no other jersey like it.

“And now Barnes, number 17, comes to swing. Now, as well as he bats, I think we can all agree that he’s got the best arm in the nation for pitching.”

The commentators introduced Bucky and Bucky ran towards the home plate, waving a bit as the pitcher let Bucky get comfortable.

Then Bucky placed the tip of his bat on the ground, swirling it around a bit.

“What is Barnes doing? Seems like he’s writing something before he swings. Can we get a zoom on that?”

The camera zoomed into the two letters he had etched into the gravel with a little heart next to it.

They were your initials.

The crowd gasped and then the camera cut to you for a moment before switching to Bucky, who was caught sending you a quick sheepish smile.

“Ah, the initials of his girl. Well, this is just so sweet. Boys take notes. Barnes is putting all of us to shame.”

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[morbidmiracle]

university/college writing prompts

ordering food as a treat

biblically accurate chemistry molecules (the struggles of stem majors😔)

and they were roommates... 👀

deep late night talks in someone's dorm

crying on someone else's futon

road trip

the Panera lemonade

dorm/apartment decor!!!!!!

cicada shell drawer (I saw it on Pinterest)

that One major project that your character(s) are dreading

college parties ;)

cold&flu season (living in close proximity with dozens of other young adults =/= healthiness)

creature infestation in the dorms :( (rats and cockroaches and maybe ants)

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

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[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

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