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mikashisus · 3 months

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Anatomy Study

summary: You had first met Xiao at a frat party. Now, you’re inseparable.

pairing: xiao x fem!reader

content warnings: none

other disclaimers: modern setting, uni au

wc: 2.3k

author's notes: my first no angst fic omg. xiao would be an art major, change my mind.

(im a history major with an asian studies minor!)

you had first met xiao at a frat party, when at the time, you were too wasted to comprehend the conversation he started up with you, warning you about the spiked drinks. he preferred to stay by the food table instead of join the fun that was happening around him.

usually, you’d be in his position, but you had just gotten out of a toxic relationship, and you needed a distraction from the pain you were feeling. although he kept you company that night, you hadn’t remembered a thing about the conversation you two had.

the next time you saw xiao was in your two hour literature class the following monday. you hadn’t realized it before— only just realizing it now, but he was the mysterious emo boy that always sat next to you on your left.

surprised and a little happy to see the familiar face, you decided to strike up conversation with him. he was actually really pleasant to talk to, and it was a nice refresher from your other friends.

as you were on your way to the art building one afternoon to pick up one of your friends and go get lunch, you had stumbled upon a nearly empty workshop. curious as to what the art major had been painting on their canvas, you caught sight of teal hair.

you hadn’t expected xiao to be an art major, but it made you smile nonetheless. his surprised expression once his golden eyes landed on you was simply priceless. he wasn’t expecting to see you, a history major, inside the art building. when you had told him that you were here to pick up a friend, he nodded in understanding.

he silently hoped you’d one day ask him to get lunch with you too.

it was 10pm and you and xiao had gotten absolutely zero studying done. you had originally asked him if he’d like to study with you for your shared literature midterm, even going as far as to take the work to the campus library so that you’d be in a more quiet and productive setting.

however, all plans of studying had flown out the window once you two spotted someone you mutually hated. the corner of the library you were occupying was filled with hushed giggles and silent tears as you continued to quietly make fun of them.

you couldn’t remember when it had started, but only a few weeks after you and xiao had officially become friends, you two got lunch together after your last class on tuesdays and thursdays.

he’d walk to the history building (it only took him about three minutes because the art building was right next to it) and patiently wait outside the lecture hall you were in until your class ended. afterwards, when you walked out all miserable and rushing to turn on your headphones, you’d spot him and smile instantly.

he’d ask you to get lunch, and after four times of this routinely happening, he stopped asking. it had now become a routine, and as if that wasn’t enough, the workers at the ramen place nearby had already memorized your names and orders.

still being in your freshman year, the both of you didn’t have apartments yet. whenever you wanted to hang out, it was mostly in his dorm building’s lounge area.

sometimes, he’d ask you to hangout in that lounge while he worked on a project that was due in 24 hours. he’d put video essays on the tv and you’d bring snacks with you from the convenience store across the street to share with him.

as people outside the lounge came and went, you’d spot a few of xiao’s friends walking by. they’d stop inside the lounge for a bit and say hello to you or jokingly flirt with you. you’ve grown to think of them as your own friends too.

as an art major, xiao got stuck with long classes that he always complained about— most of them being six hours long. after those draining classes that he had on mondays and wednesdays specifically, he would always go get food.

after you learned of this, you had offered to meet up with him and keep him company while he got food. this soon became a tradition, and on your way back to the dorms, you’d carry his portfolio for him.

on days where xiao felt way too burnt out to get out of bed or do anything really, you’d show up at his dorm with either popcorn or ice cream, your laptop, and a fuzzy blanket as you offered up a movie night. he was never one to refuse that request, always letting you into his dorm.

sometimes his roommate, kazuha, would be there, working on homework at his desk or making tea for the two of them. he’d greet you with a charming smile and would proceed to leave the dorm to go hangout with his boyfriend, scaramouche, and give you and xiao some privacy.

you’d end up falling asleep cuddled into xiao’s side with your fuzzy blanket draped over the two of you.

whenever xiao was in need of supplies for one or more of his classes, he’d text you and ask if you’d like to accompany him on a late night trip to the arts and crafts store about ten minutes away from the campus.

not bothering to change your clothes, you’d both go in your pajamas. kazuha and scaramouche would join you, all of you piling into the minivan xiao’s stepdad had handed down to him. you’d connect your phone to the aux and start playing disney songs or hardcore rock, whichever fit the mood.

if scaramouche saw something he liked but didn’t have the money to buy it, he’d pocket it and walk out of the store without alerting the alarms. kazuha would scold him for it on the way back, with you chiming in that he should “go big or go home” next time.

kazuha didn’t appreciate you entertaining scaramouche’s stealing, but it inevitably encouraged scaramouche to get closer to you— something that xiao and kazuha didn’t see coming.

xiao fiddled with the edge of the canvas as he knocked a third time on your dorm door. he was getting a bit disappointed that you weren’t answering or that maybe you currently weren’t home. but once you opened the door, midway through a yawn and your hair all messy from the best nap of your life that you had just taken, xiao’s heart skipped a beat.

it took a moment for you to register that xiao was standing outside your door, and you all but nearly slammed the door in his face because you were embarrassed that he had seen you like this. however, he just laughed, finding the whole scene endearing. seeing you like this made his heart beat even faster.

after you both settled down, xiao cleared his throat and turned his canvas around so that you could see what was on it. once you realized what it was, you gasped loudly and tears began to brim at your eyes. it was a portrait of you.

xiao stuttered his way through a confession, too nervous and flustered to look at you. when he finally did, you gently grabbed his face and kissed him, getting the message across that you liked him back. you vowed that night that you would forever keep the memory of his flushed cheeks and nervous stuttering in your mind.

you scrolled through one of xiao’s spotify playlists as you quietly sang along to one of the songs playing over the aux. you, xiao, kazuha, and scaramouche— or “scara”, as you called him for short —were on your way to an east asian market late at night for some snacks.

you spent at least thirty minutes scouting out the ramen aisle with kazuha, your eyes flitting between three types of ramen before finally settling on the same kind kazuha decided on. the two of you circled around the store twice before you stumbled upon your boyfriends.

kazuha was trying to talk scara out of buying too much mochi, and questioning the man on why he was considering buying sweets in the first place— that’s when you learned that scara actually hated sweet foods.

as they bickered like an old married couple, xiao took ahold of your things and went to pay. you chastised him about spending money on you, but you knew that he was too stubborn to fully listen.

all four of you exited the store (after scara and kazuha paid for their things) and sprinted towards xiao’s car in the pouring rain.

you couldn’t stop shaking out of anxiousness as you stepped out of xiao’s car and walked with him up to the front door of his childhood home. the two of you had left this morning and only just now arrived in liyue at around 7pm. a long roadtrip, to say the least.

you were beyond nervous to meet his family, having only heard about them once when he asked you to come home with him this weekend to make christmas cookies. his family didn’t celebrate christmas, but they still made cookies simply because it was fun.

as soon as the door opened, warm air wafted out into the chilly night. the sounds of a dog barking caught your attention, as a large german shepherd came bounding towards the door. it greeted xiao briefly before jumping onto you. you stumbled back, laughing softly as you raised a hand to let it smell you before you placed a hand on its head.

xiao scolded the poor animal for jumping on you, though you didn’t mind at all. you loved animals. bending down to properly pet the dog— whose name you learned was tofu —you giggled as he licked your face.

your nerves spiked once again as xiao’s sister, hu tao, greeted you. she was dressed in black pajamas with red flowers dotted all over them, and wore a pair of ghost slippers. she was bubbly, a complete opposite of xiao, and all but dragged you into the house after you took off your shoes.

the scariest part of your night arrived soon after. xiao’s stepdad was in the kitchen, finishing up dinner and greeting xiao with a warm smile. he turned to you, and you suddenly stiffened. your fears were for nothing, as he gently took your hand in his and placed a small kiss on the back of it. that gesture and his soft words of kindness were enough to make you relax.

and it was only later when he struck up conversation with you when you were alone in the kitchen that the two of you began to bond. it turned out that the two of you had a shared love of all things history.

xiao could only smile fondly as he watched the two of you from the doorway.

it was finally winter break, and you were missing your friends and xiao more than anything. scara, who had oddly enough become your best friend— you really couldn’t remember how in the world that happened —called you everyday. you knew he was missing you, even if he wouldn’t admit it, and the calls you two had were making xiao a little jealous (though he’d never admit it).

sensing xiao’s jealousy through your texts, you immediately called him right before you went to bed. this became a habit every night over winter break, and he even called you on christmas to say merry christmas even though he and his family didn’t celebrate. it was a warm gesture that made you smile.

you often fell asleep to the sound of xiao’s voice on these calls, and just like scara, he would never admit that he missed you. that didn’t matter though, because his actions always spoke louder than his words, so you had already known that he was missing you dearly.

you missed him just as much.

xiao’s actions always spoke louder than his words. as soon as he saw you after winter break ended, he kissed you passionately and twirled you around excitedly.

he then did the unexpected— expressed how much he missed you and that he almost nearly booked a flight to your hometown just to see you. then, he told you he loved you.

you could only stare at him in shock, before you were kissing him again and returning his sentiments. the two of you then planned a date night and you slept in his dorm, all curled up into his chest and falling asleep to the sounds of your favorite youtuber on the tv.

today marked two years of your relationship with xiao. the two of you planned to go out tonight to celebrate, but first you both had to finish projects.

you finished a presentation for one of your required history classes, and xiao was currently deciding how to start his project. you sat on the sofa in your apartment, silently reading a book as xiao kept glancing over at you.

eventually, you shut your book and turned to him, asking if there was anything he needed. a bit flustered that you caught him staring, he nodded. it turned out that he wanted your help for his project.

he needed to do an anatomical study and wanted to study you. you let him, not nervous in the slightest because he had already seen you naked before. however, you didn’t realize that this study would involve paint.

he painted over your bare chest with a soft paintbrush. you gasped at the coldness of the paint, whining about how ice cold it was as xiao laughed. in the end, you both ended up on his workshop’s (the workshop room in his apartment) floor covered in various vibrant paints, and laughing your asses off.

author’s notes: some of the things listed r actually things ive done with my friend who's an art major:

ive sat in our dorm lounge with her watching video essays as she works on a project, gone with her to michael's late at night cause she needed art supplies for a class, ive gotten dinner with her after her six hr classes while her roommate carried her portfolio back to the dorms for her, and gone to hmart with her at like 8pm.

if u guys want me to turn this into a full on multi-chapter fic, then i will! just say the word :)

masterlist!

#genshin #genshin impact #fluff #comfort #xiao #xiao x reader #scaramouche #kazuha #modern au #uni au

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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You're kidding (1/1) (jegulus)

"Okay but Remus it went so well. Like he brought me flowers, we talked endlessly, we have so much in common, and he has real aspirations," Regulus shameless gushed about the date he just went on having called Remus to talk as he drove himself home.

"I don't think you've ever sounded this happy talking about a date Reg," Remus chuckled.

"Oh hush but honestly there was no point where I ever felt like I was ready to go you know?" Regulus attempted to hide his emotions but clearly couldn't contain himself.

"Regulus you deserve to be happy," Remus said hearing Regulus scoff at the idea, but it was true.

"Tell me about him," Remus said pushing on as he knew Regulus wouldn't respond to that affirmation.

"Well he has the smoothest brown skin, and his eyes are honey brown with golden flecks speckled throughout them, always catching the light behind his glasses. They are these kind of dorky round ones but they suit him so well. He is working in his teaching degree but keeps getting offers to play pro football so he isn't sure what he is going to do but he is definitely going to finish school regardless. He said he has a great group of friends who he just loves with his whole heart. He even shared one of them has lived with him and his family for like 10 years to help him get out of a bad family situation. I don't know Remus, James is just-"

"Wait. What did you say his name was?" Remus interrupted, trying to manage the panic in his voice.

"James, Remus why do you sound like you're about to tell me the worst news?" Regulus said joy fading from his voice, concern replacing every syllable.

"Umm... it doesn't happen to be James Potter does it?" Remus asked tentatively, praying to any god Regulus would say no.

"Yeah it is," Regulus explained a bit of smile curving up his lips as he thought about James again. "Why, do you know him?" Regulus added as he shook his head back to reality.

"Uh yeah yeah I do... er" Remus stuttered.

"Oh no what's wrong with him? Did you sleep with him?" Regulus said annoyed now.

Remus laughed, "no no I didn't sleep with him it's just that he's prongs."

"WHAT!"

#come on this is just too funny!#remus and regulus are bffs #and gossips #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #fanfic #lgbtq+#marauders era #regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #marauders fandom #regulus arcturus black #uni au #james fleamont potter #remus john lupin

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foolishlovers · 28 days

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COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AUs: Below you can find a list of Good Omens fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley are either students or professors at college/university.

[Requested by anon. You can request more fic recs here.]

Catch Me When I Fall by Ghostinthehouse (G, 666) Later, at home, they laugh openly about it, and lay bets on how long it will be before this year's undergraduates catch on that they are married. "Your turn to drop a clue next, angel," Crowley drawls from where he sprawls with his feet on Aziraphale's lap.

A New Adventure by Arielavader (T, 1k) Crowley did not expect the new guy in their D&D group to be so… gorgeous.

Emporium by wingeddeanmon (Not Rated, 1k) Aziraphale's friends ditch him at the local goth store. The employee working is friendly, and he soon develops a crush.

Ineffable Professors by spoondrifts (G, 2k) After noticing all the blatant pining, the classes of Mr. Fell and Dr. Crowley join forces to set up their respective teachers.

The Best College Parties are the Ones that You Leave Early by MariMoon812 (T, 3k) For a moment they just started at each other as Crowley’s spinning head tried to comprehend what, exactly, was happening. Was this one of the professors? No, he clearly wasn’t that old, but then why was he dressed like that? Was it a hipster thing? Did the guy also have an antique typewritter that he used to write history papers? What? Why was he just staring at him? Just as Crowley was beginning to short circuit, the boy squinted at him and leaned forward slightly. “Erm…” “Why are you wearing sunglasses?” “Huh?”

But Together We Have it All by HolyCatsAndRabbits, Dannye Chase (T, 3k) College student Aziraphale discovers that it might not be so bad having terrible roommates if he’s got a handsome fellow student offering the use of his couch for the night. Especially if it seems he’s got a crush on Aziraphale. Really especially if it seems he needs rescuing from his own awful roommates. A Good Omens human AU written for the Good Omens Holiday Exchange on Dreamwidth.

Poor Men by smol_bird (G, 3k) What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).

Snakes and Stones (Never Broke My Bones) by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (G, 4k) “How many people don’t believe I exist?” Crowley asks in the doorway. “I’m sure no – ” Aziraphale begins, only to be cut off by Gabriel and a reluctant Newton. “Everyone.” No one wants to say it, but the residents of Dorm A, floor 3, are collectively convinced Aziraphale Fell’s boyfriend does not exist. This is their story.

Seven Minutes In Hell by AppleSeeds (T, 4k) Being trapped in a cupboard with the guy he has such an intense crush on he can hardly speak to him is bad enough, but things get even worse for Crowley when he starts having a panic attack and Aziraphale sweetly comforts and cares for him.

Hanging By a Moment by NaroMoreau (E, 5k) Sometimes the best thing is to leave. Fresh slate and all that. For Crowley, it seems like the only option, having fallen hopelessly in love with his best friend. Who, absolutely, definitely doesn't feel the same. Does he?

Miracles (Or How to Fall in Love) by hope_in_the_dark (T, 6k) “Group project,” the blond guy chirped. “We’re partners.” “Fuck,” Crowley said.

Borrowed Time by NaroMoreau (E, 6k) Meeting a stranger by chance will make Aziraphale face things he hadn't expected.

Comfort and Joy by musegnome (M, 9k) “Extra-large peppermint mocha, triple espresso, double whip!” called the barista. Crowley stepped forward and claimed his giant sugar-drenched monstrosity. The whipped cream ballooned over the rim of the paper cup, and the whole thing shed crumbles of crushed peppermint candy. Aziraphale’s eyes widened at the sight of it. In awe? Horror? Crowley couldn’t tell. He didn’t want to leave, not yet, but as he looked around he didn’t see an open table. Not even so much as a bar stool. “Er – were you planning on staying?” Aziraphale asked, a little shyly. “I’ve got an extra seat.” Written for the Good Omens OTP Prompts Event.

Raspberry Ripple by FeralTuxedo (T, 9k) Every afternoon, a man in a velvet waistcoat sits on the bench by the stone fountain and eats ice cream. Every afternoon, Crowley watches him from his office window. One day, he’ll pluck up the courage to talk to him.

Secrets by AppleSeeds (M, 10k) When their housemates invite friends around, Crowley and Aziraphale get roped into a game called 'Secrets'. Having played the game before and therefore knowing what might happen, Crowley tries to manipulate the outcome to protect Aziraphale, who is feeling pretty uncomfortable about the whole thing. By the end of the night, however, some secrets will inevitably end up being revealed, but not all of them in the way that Crowley expected.

Just Around the Corner by accidentaldemon (M, 11k) "I don't live far, if you, ya know, don't mind sharing a bed." He swallowed thickly. This was definitely not how he had planned his evening to pan out. “I’m Crowley, by the way. Well, Anthony Crowley technically, but I prefer Crowley.” “Aziraphale." - All Crowley wants to do is leave the party and go home to study. But then he meets a cute boy with absolutely angelic curls who's in desperate need of a bed for the night.

The Summoning by AppleSeeds (M, 15k) Aziraphale's horrible university housemates convince him to accompany them to an old, supposedly haunted, abbey on Halloween. He's not worried about ghosts, Aziraphale is pretty sure they don't really exist, but when his housemates send him into the toilets alone to perform a ritual that's intended to summon a demon, Aziraphale can't help but be afraid. Surely it's not that easy though. Surely a demon won't just appear because he asked it to? Will it?

i was in love (with the place in my mind) by weatheredlaw (E, 17k) There are so many things neither of them can change — how they met, the things they did, the words they said. It’s happened, it was probably always going to happen. And what it is, he can’t say, what he feels is almost too great for any one language. Inutterable, unspeakable — Ineffable.

New Approaches by FeralTuxedo (M, 19k) Aziraphale Fell, Professor of Creative Writing at Tadfield University, welcomes the attendees of the First Conference on New Approaches to Genre Fiction. Among them is keynote speaker and best-selling thriller author Anthony J. Crowley. Aziraphale has not seen him for twenty-five years. Sometimes, he can still feel the ghost of their parting kiss on his lips. Or: Exes reunite at academic conference. A Human University Professor/Author AU.

Convergent Evolution by AppleSeeds (T, 22k) Genetics PhD student Crowley meets Aziraphale at a workshop in the second year of his PhD, and they quickly become incredibly close friends. Crowley longs for there to be something more between them, but as the years go by, they seem destined to spend their careers living at opposite ends of the country. That is, until Aziraphale shows up again in Tadfield, back where their friendship began seventeen years ago, with some very exciting news.

Free Trial Boyfriend by MrsCaulfield, angelsnuffbox (T, 37k) Overall, Anthony Crowley considered himself a lucky fellow, with his good looks, good grades and a full ride swimming scholarship. There really wasn't much he can complain about. But his real struggle was that he's completely, maddeningly in love with his best friend - a strong, passionate and oblivious angel who, even after a full year of pining, still can't seem to get the hint, no matter how many times Crowley has tried to flirt with him. - Crowley would never forget the day that the angel first talked to him, for he was certain that was the day that all the clocks around the world began suddenly moving.

search terms by Vagabond (M, 43k) Aziraphale expects it to be a quiet night working in the university library when a flashy red haired, foul mouthed, panicking student needs to find credible sources for his paper and can't figure out how to use the search. Little does Aziraphale know that meeting Crowley will lead him on a path to self-discovery, and give him the family he didn't realize he needed. From a prompt on tumblr: College AU - You’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline.

Joint Honours by FeralTuxedo (E, 43k) PhD student Aziraphale is busy enough with his studies at Tadfield University. But at the start of a new semester, his measured routine gets shaken up by the sudden responsibility of teaching, the arrival of an irresistible new house mate, and a mysteriously flirtatious sausage roll.

Angel in the Window by themaybedoctor (E, 66k) Aziraphale has the best job a young bookworm could ever hope for—he works the evening shift at an independent bookshop, just a stone's throw away from Tadfield College, where he's only a few months away from getting his degree. He likes the location in Tadfield's cosy downtown, the friendly regulars, and his coworker, Newt. But most of all, he likes having the key to the biggest treasure trove of books he's ever seen. Aziraphale knows that he's not going to make friends sitting in the dark shop at night, alone with a book and some chocolate, but that's all right. He's not lonely while he has a book, which means he's hardly lonely at all. Really. Crowley works at a record shop, and he's got the biggest crush on the cutie working at the bookshop next door. Whose name he doesn't even know, because he's too awkward to ask. At least nobody's noticed. If his co-worker Anathema found out, he'd never hear the end of it. A story about bravery, misunderstandings, acceptance, and love.

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

[You can find more fic rec masterposts here.]

#reblogs so appreciated 💜 so other ppl can find these lovely works too!!#tbh this is basically just a huge appreciation post for appleseeds and feraltuxedo ngl #living for ALL of their human aus!! and they fed us so well with all of these amazing uni/colleage aus tbh #good omens #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic rec #aziracrow #aziracrow fic #crowley x aziraphale #good omens human au #college au #uni au #ineffable husbands #go fic masterpost #foolish recs #foolishlovers

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parmahamlarrie · 3 months

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Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! As always, these are all fics I have read and loved, not all the fics out there. You can find more University/College AU fics here! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!** rather be sad with you (than anywhere away from you) || @coffeehazza || 145.9k College AU, Roommates, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Mild Angst, Friends to Lovers

knock, knock, I love you || beautlouis || 86k College AU, Virgin Harry, Fluff

The First Year || @parmahamlarrie || 46.9k Uni AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Badboy Louis, Soft Harry

Play Pretend, Find a Friend? || @angelichl || 40.2k College AU, Fake Relationship, Coming Out, Mild Homophobia

Just Tell Me the Song and I’ll Sing It || myownspark || 39.9k College AU, Baseball Player Harry, Romantic Gestures

voicemail sings a wreck || @falsegoodnight || 37k Omegaverse, College AU, American AU, Enemies to Lovers, Frat AU

Listen To Your Heart || @chloehl10 || 35k Deaf Harry, University AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers

with nothing but your t-shirt on || crybaby || 34.6k Camboy Harry, College AU, Daddy Kink

Tell Them We’re Like Magnets || @nobodymoves || 31.3k Girl Direction, College!AU, Friends to Lovers, Oblivious Idiots

secrets don’t make friends || @thedevilinmybrain || 30.2k 5 Times Fic, Established Relationship, College AU, Dom/Sub, Service Kink

Introduction to Dynamics || @juliusschmidt || 29.1k Omegaverse, Omega Louis, Presenting, Coming of Age, Uni AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers

never been a fan of change, but we're still the same || @onlythebravest || 27.1k Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers, College AU, Hurt/Comfort, Drops, Nesting

if you keep holding me this way || thepriestthinksitsthedevil || 22.8k College AU, Dom/Sub, Friends to Lovers (kinda)

taken by lust’s strange inhumanity || @larrydoinglaundry || 20.6k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, College AU, Frat Brother Louis, Intersex Omega, Virgin Harry

your lips in the low light || @givesuethemoon || 20.6k College AU, Frat Boy Louis, Art Student Harry, Established Relationship, Halloween Party, Angst

Funny How The Stars Crossed Right || @loveislarryislove || 17.9k College AU, Photography Student Louis, Vet Student Harry

tonight’s not over (come over and stay) || @adoredontour || 17k Famous Harry, College Student Louis, Lots of Fluff

Your Eyes, For Me Series || Idzzdi || 16.8k Blind Louis, Sassy Louis, Strangers to Lovers, College AU

Stumbling Into Your Arms ABO verse || @sunshineandthemoonlight || 11.3k - 2 parts A/B/O, College AU, Train AU, Fluff

think i’ll take my chances || trackfive || 12.8k Sick Fic, Established Relationship, University AU, Fluff

edible stars || @solitudeandchaos || 10.7k Friends to Lovers, College AU, Light Dom/Sub

everything I can arrange, every part of me you change || orphan_account || 10k College AU, Friends to Lovers

my heart's against your chest, your lips pressed to my neck (I'm in love now) || @bottomhaztoplou || 8.8k A/B/O, College AU, Courting, Friends to Lovers, Roommates

That Should Be Me || @kenniewen || 8.6k College AU, Dom/Sub

Draw || dolce_piccante || 8.3k Nude Modeling, Uni AU

bright lights (she’s fading) || @loveloveolivia || 8k PWP, Girl Direction, College AU

Traffic Light || @dinosaursmate || 7.1k College AU, Friends with Benefits

You and Me Got a Whole Lot of Chemistry || @flamboyantommo || 6.9k Friends with Benefits, College AU

when we get intimate || rainblou || 6.5k Omegaverse, College AU, Ace Harry, Nesting

Use Your Words || zedi || 6.5k University AU, Jock Louis, Flower Child Harry

I’m sticking to you like glue || peanutbutterapple || 6.2k College AU, Sick Fic, Halloween, Fluff

Congratulations, it's a boy! || lovewasaprettylie || 6.2k Gender Dysphoria, Genderqueer Harry, College AU, Friends to Lovers

Beep the Horn || @flamboyantommo || 5.9k Halloween Fic, Friends to Lovers, Roommates, College/Uni AU

I’ll be There || @allwaswell16 || 5k Uni AU, Sick Louis, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Lovers

Take Care || everysingleday || 4.8k College AU, Service Top Louis, Established Relationship

With All My Surrendered Hearts || @softandslow || 4.8k Established Relationship, College AU, Long Distance

Green Coffee and Morning People || InsightfulInsomniac || 3.7k College AU, Meet-Cute, Coffee

The Twenty Four Hour Cafe || @londonfoginacup || 3k Uni AU, Coffee Shop AU

Delicate || @fallinglikethis || 1.4k College AU, Punk Louis, Nerd Harry, Trapped in Elevator

#tracksintheam #trackinghappily #trackinghome #1dsource #fic rec #fic rec list #larry fic rec #my fic rec lists #college au #uni au

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bon-sides-sw · 29 days

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Mommy 💖💖💖

[Uni Au]

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enden-k · 3 months

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Cute idea: Alhaitham falling asleep in class so Ratio has to carry him out

Whenever thats princess carry or like sack of potatoes is up to you

Alhaitham deserves all snuggles in the world

the only one he doesnt lit throw out like in his character story HHGDHS

#they def carry each other #own art #sketch #ratiotham #uni au

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no-eyj000 · 1 month

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Got it✨

#tfa #stickers #merch #bon #uni au #tfa megop #megatron #optimus prime

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shellshocklove · 10 months

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blurb: i want to forget | tom holland

pairing/AU: university AU - modern king!tom holland x female!reader

summary: reunions are always sweet, aren’t they?

warnings: swearing, infertility, smut (+18 mdni!!), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this one’s interesting that’s for sure! very curious to hear people’s thoughts on this tbh! 😳 also this is barely edited. i only read through this once!

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“Your Majesty! His Majesty gave orders that he did not want to be disturbed!”,

The muffled voice travelled through the door to Tom’s office. He found himself spending more and more time in here. It was the only place where he could get some peace and quiet, and not be bothered by all the vultures at court clawing for a piece of him.

The door flew open, and his Queen, Genevieve, burst into his office. Quickly, and as discreetly as he could, Tom folded the paper he’d been reading, tucking it away under a notebook.

“Leave us!” she ordered the guards; anger coated her words.

She looked pretty, he noted. Her summer dress ruffled with every stomp towards him. Daisies ruffling in the wind. The sweetness of her outfit, dimming the impact of her scrunched face. With a hard stop in front of his desk she slammed her hand down.

“What’s going on?” Tom queried calmly.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Gen huffed, gesturing toward his desk where a pregnancy test was left in her wake.

Tom’s stomach turned at the sight. Like a crystal ball the small plastic stick would tell him his future. With a shaky hand he picked up the test, feeling the sting of Genevieve’s eyes. Holding his breath, he turned the stick around.

One line. Not pregnant.

Relieved he huffed out a breath, “It didn’t work”.

“Are you seriously happy right now?” Gen spat. “After all the treatments I’ve had to go through, all the hormones and a fucking egg retrieval– you’re fucking happy!?”.

“What– No,” he lied.

And then Genevieve did something he wished she didn’t. She started crying.

“No, you are!” she sobbed, “Why do you do this to me? Do you know how much pressure I’m under, huh? Do you?”.

“Gen,” Tom tried.

“Don’t ‘Gen’ me” she pointed an angry finger at him, “Nobody cares about me– do you know that? I’m not important like you are, I’m just your wife! All they want from me is a baby. Every time I’m photographed the gossip train starts: ‘She’s gained weight, hasn’t she?’, “That must be a baby bump’” her shoulders shook with exhaustion as she spoke.

Carefully Tom got up from his office chair, taking soft steps around his desk, before he wrapped his arms around her shoulder.

“Ge–“ he cut himself off.

“I’m twenty-six years old, Tom, I should have no problem getting pregnant! I don’t understand why we have to do it like this” Gen cried into his shoulder.

Tom didn’t say anything, he only rubbed her back in soothing circles, trying his best to calm her down. She’d been extra emotional these last couple of months. And he didn’t blame her. He knew the hormone treatment took a toll on her body. He felt ashamed that it had come to this. IVF. In vitro fertilisation. Nothing was wrong with them – the tests said so – but he just couldn’t do it. He was married to Genevieve, and still he couldn’t have sex with her without feeling like he was cheating.

“We still have more embryos,” he started, trying to comfort her, “we can try again next month”.

With a huff she pushed him away, “What’s the point, Tom? You don’t even love me! You’ve never loved me”. A tear hung in a thread from her left eye, waiting to spill.

His silence said it all. He just stared at her in disbelief. She’d never been so straightforward with him before.

“Are you even capable of loving anyone?” she asked him, her words tasted bitter. “You avoid me like the plague, you stay in this room every chance you get… When was the last time you spoke to your brothers? Or Harrison? Or Tuwaine?”.

Tom didn’t know if she was concerned about him, or if she was just accusing him of being heartless. And maybe he was. His heart had been taken a long time ago, and he had yet to get it back.

Staring at her, his wife, he had a hard time forming words. He felt his throat constrict around the words,

“I…”.

“What?” Gen spat.

I didn’t want to get hurt again, he thought. But he couldn’t utter the words. When he, again, said nothing, Genevieve scoffed.

“That’s what I thought!”.

She quickly wiped her tears before she grabbed the pregnancy test off his desk. Turning on her heels, she let his office doors slam behind her.

Sitting back in his chair, Tom wanted to cry. How had his life come to this? With a groan he fell back against the leather, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose to hold back his tears. When colours started to swim before him, he sat back up again. Scanning his desk, his eyes landed on the paper he’d snuck under his notebook earlier.

Pulling it out again his eyes skimmed the words.

“Dear His Majesty the King

On the 23rd of July we invite all prominent alumni to attend our 200th anniversary as a university. The gala will start at 7pm and be held on campus grounds. There will be dinner, drinks, and entertainment. Attire: Formal.”

“No Queen Genevieve tonight, Your Majesty?” The Vice-Chancellor asked Tom as she guided him towards the gala. He’d been ceremoniously met at the entrance by the whole senior cabinet of chancellors, where pictures had been taken and interviews had been held by the press.

“No, unfortunately Her Majesty wasn’t feeling well” he apologised knowing that was far from the truth.

After their fight and the failed IVF attempt, Gen had barely spoken to him. Having her accompanying him to an event like this after weeks of silence sounded awful. He didn’t think he could put on a smile and pretend everything was fine when he knew she hated him. He also didn’t want to push his luck with her. She’d agreed to another round of insemination – and as much as he wished he didn’t – he needed her to get pregnant.

But that wasn’t the only reason he didn’t want her to attend.

“That’s unfortunate… Please send Her Majesty our well wishes!”

“Thank you– I will” Tom promised.

Passing through the doors of the ballroom, Tom noticed he was the last one to arrive. Round tables, heavily decorated with flowers, filled up the room before a stage. A steady hum of conversation filled up the room as penguin dressed waiters circled the tables, pouring wine.

“We really appreciate The King taking the time to attend tonight and holding the opening speech! And as a thank you, we did our best to grant His Majesty’s wishes for the seating arrangements– it’s so important to reconnect with old classmates!” The Vice-Chancellor said, guiding him through a door to the backstage.

The speech Tom held was as basic as they could come, and Tom wouldn’t have had it any other way. What was there really to say except for some semi-sincere words about his time at the university, and how important education is. He was happy his speech writer had kept it short because he couldn’t wait to get it over with.

After a round of applause he eagerly he got off stage. The reason for his eagerness sitting right in front of him with an empty seat beside her.

“Your Majesty,” you said, a timid smile on your face as he found his seat. The table cards placed him a chair away from you, noticing that they’d assigned a seat for Gen beside you.

“Miss. y/l/n” he said ceremoniously, trying his hardest to fight back his smile and revealing how happy he was to see you again. A waiter quickly stepped forward after he’d taken his seat, nervously asking if he preferred red or white wine for the appetisers. With a quick glance at the menu placed on his plate before him, revealing seafood, he decided on white wine.

“You can clear all this,” Tom gestured to the seat separating him from you, while the waiter poured his wine, “Her Majesty isn’t coming tonight”.

“How about… uh” Tom heard you speak. Glancing over at you, he watched you shift nervously in your seat. “We just do this?” you quickly grabbed your own table card, switching it with Gen’s.

“Is that okay?” you questioned, biting your lip.

“More than okay!” Tom reassured you quickly.

Grabbing your purse by your feet you got up from your seat. You were clad in a silk dress, one Tom recognized. A memory flashed before his eyes. You in his lap on his birthday. He could still remember the feel of the silk fabric under his hand as he pushed it away to reveal your soft skin underneath.

You sat down beside him, your foot accidentally brushing against his as you got comfortable. You looked beautiful. Even more beautiful than he remembered. He almost couldn’t believe that you were real.

He’d almost not done it – his request. The university had asked him to speak, and he’d countered with his wish of being seated with his former classmates – specifically you. It was a dangerous request – but seeing you smile at him again – he found himself not giving a shit.

“I’m sorry Tom,” you giggled, courtesy of the wine, “I need the loo”.

He’d missed you so much he didn’t understand how he’d been able to go all those years without you. He missed the feeling you gave him. Your conversations. To be understood without saying a word. The fact that he’d barely spoken to anyone else but you the whole night didn’t bother him much. He was like an addict, and you were his drug. An innocent taste was enough for him to never want to leave ever again. His longing for you had not been fed in years, and now it had grown too large. It ached to be relieved.

“Yeah, me too” he was quick to say, getting up from his seat, “I’ll walk you”.

Looking up at him, you tilted your head like a puppy before a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. It hit him right in the heart.

“Escorted by royalty? I must be one lucky girl” you teased.

He’d missed your jokes too, and how they were always at his royal expense. You treated him like just Tom, and no one had treated him like that in years. With a hesitant hand at the small of your back, he led you towards the toilets.

Waiting for you outside the toilets, all Tom’s bad decisions replayed in his head. He was fucking stupid for even entertaining this idea – but he was desperate. He’d denied himself for too long. His stupid head always got in the way. For once in his life, he wanted to follow his heart, if only for one moment.

“You finished?” he looked up from where he’d studied the floor. Your heels clicked as you stepped closer.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “no line in the men’s”.

You hummed, swinging your leg back behind you. “Ready to go back?” you asked, smiling.

“Can we…” he trailed off. Why was he so nervous? He never used to be this nervous around you.

You looked at him with furrowed brows, “You okay?”. He thought his heart was going to stop when your hand came up to rub lovingly over his bicep. He let out a breathy chuckle,

“Yeah… just, can we talk in private?”.

Your rubbing hand stopped at his question before you let it fall. You bit your lip, your eyes dancing over his face. Before you answered, Tom looked around the corridor. With the coast clear he pushed off the wall and opened the door to the accessible toilet. You hesitated for a moment, your front teeth digging deeper into your lip before you quickly stepped inside.

At the sound of the lock clicking, Tom stopped thinking – but he didn’t want to think – not if it wasn’t about you. He crossed the space between you, pulling you closer to him. His hands shook with wanting.

“Tom–” he cut you off with a kiss.

He could finally breathe again. He shed his straitjacket. The weight of his crown fell to the floor. You kissed him back, and he could cry with happiness. He felt your hands around his neck. The silk fabric of your dress bunching in his hands as he pulled you closer.

“I miss you” he mumbled against your lips, “I miss you all the time”.

You whined into his mouth. He’d missed that sound, so sure he’d never hear it again.

With careful steps he walked you both backwards until your bum hit the sink. He was greedy. Hands exploring your body, feeling your familiar bumps and curves, the one’s he’d memorised so many years ago.

A smacking sound bounced off the tiles as you pulled away from his kiss. You were breathing hard under his touch. Your eyes looked at him with longing and sadness, and guilt. He shook his head, cupping your cheek to try and comfort you.

“You’re not doing anything wrong, darling!” his thumb traced circles against your skin, “This is only on me”,

“You have a wife,” you whispered. The look you gave him made his heart break.

“It should’ve never been her– only you!” he pecked your lips.

Your eyes fell shut from his kiss. Your eyelashes kissed the soft skin under your eyes as your face twisted in agony.

“I’ve missed you” you confessed.

Tom couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He kissed you with a feverish touch. Hands sliding over your arse where he gave it a squeeze. With a small jump he helped you to sit on the sink, legs spread for him to slot between. He pressed himself against you. He was rock hard. His cock straining against the front seam of his tuxedo pants. Pushing the silk from your thighs, he collected the fabric around your waist. With a press of a finger to your clit, you mewled against his lips.

Tom didn’t waste any time. He slipped his hand inside your panties, feeling how wet you were for him. When he teased his finger at your entrance, you pulled away from his kiss. You looked at him with eyes blown wide with lust.

With a bite to your kiss-swollen lips you gave him a nod. He pushed his finger all the way inside you, smiling when he felt your walls contract around him. Your head fell back with a sigh when he started thrusting his finger inside you.

Tom couldn’t hold back his smile. He’d missed this more than anything. Being intimate with you. There was this connection between you he couldn’t explain, one he hadn’t even noticed was there before it suddenly was gone. He knew exactly what you wanted, how you wanted it, and when.

Quickly pulling out he pushed back inside with a second finger. Under him you moaned. Eager to coax more moans from you he pressed his thumb to your clit, circling it the way he knew you liked.

“Tom” you gasped.

Tom groaned, feeling how his cock twitched in his pants at your name falling from your lips. He needed to make you come, to watch you fall apart for him. He sped up the thrusts of his fingers, every slap against your wet cunt coinciding with a circling of your clit.

You tipped your head forward, “Please…” you begged, a hand gripping his jacket.

“What– what do you want, baby, tell me” he asked. He curled his fingers inside you and hit your spot, making your eyes widen and a gasp fall from your lips.

“I–I’m close” you let him know. Your eyes were intense. He knew he’d drown in them if he wasn’t careful.

He never let up his pace, “It’s okay, baby, you can come!”

A strangled moan escaped your throat as he felt your clench around his fingers. He slowed his movement down as you rode your euphoric high. He loved the way you looked as you came. You let everything go. Baring your truest self to him. Your chest heaved as you came down. He slowly pulled out, gently dragging his fingers through your folds.

Your hand on his tuxedo jacket pulled him closer. Your lips on him in an instant. The kiss was tender and tasted way too sweet. A quiet thank you without uttering the words.

He withdrew his hand from your panties before he hooked a finger under the waistband to pull them down, just above your knees.

Your own hand palmed him over his pants, making him involuntarily buck into your touch. If he didn’t fuck you soon, he think he’d combust. You fumbled with his button and zipper before dipping your hand inside his pants and taking his cock out.

Taking him in your hand, you wasted no time. He was so hard; the head was dripping with precum. With a finger skating over the head you slicked him up, and gave him an experimental tug. Your hand was so soft. He’d missed your hands too.

Falling forward, he buried his head in your neck. “Can I fuck you?” he asked, pressing kisses up your skin.

“Please” you begged, hands letting go of his cock.

He stood up straighter and stepped even closer to you. With his hands on your waist, he pulled you closer to him. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you lifted your legs, panties constricting you slightly.

Grabbing his cock, he ran the head through your folds before he pushed inside you. Tom savoured the feeling, the soft velvet of your walls swallowing him. He wanted to go slowly, to drag it out, but he was desperate. Desperate for you.

He reeled his hips back, before he slammed back inside you. God, you squeezed him just right. You felt like heave. He was not gonna last.

He picked up his pace. A slick sound muffled by the slapping of his skin against yours, melded with your combined grunts and moans.

He was an awful man. An awful man for loving you. An awful man for being unfaithful to his wife. An awful man for not feeling guilty. Being with you didn’t feel like cheating. Nothing had felt as simple as this. Loving you was the easiest thing in the world. And nothing or no one could make him feel ashamed for loving you.

You mewled under him at a particular hard thrust. He couldn’t control himself – he was so close to ecstasy.

“I’m sorry” he panted, “I’m gonna come”.

“It’s okay” your breath was heavy, “Come for me, Tom, please”.

The coil in his stomach snapped, and he fell off the edge. He didn’t have the sense to pull out, emptying himself inside you with a heavy groan. He pulled you even closer, hugging you to his body – wanting to feel close to you.

“I love you” he said softly, “I love you so much”.

He was so fucked. But in this moment, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except you.

previous: the wedding | next: the end

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Little White Lies (M)- Teaser

Pairing: Professor Min Yoongi x Student Reader

Genre: SMUT IN ALL CAPS, there's some angst and then there's fluff!

Rating: 18+

Summary: going out on a date is harmless, right? Wrong. Especially when your hot professor is also at the very same resturant and is sitting right across from you.

To be published: 20th Dec on my patreon (early access)

A/N: I really don't like the banner, I'd most probably change it later!

“Thought it’d take you longer,” he drawls slowly, his eyes holding amusement and something sinister. Your cheeks heat up at his words and he chuckles. “Although, I'm glad that you knew better than to keep me waiting.”

If you want to read an exclusive sneak peek from this one shot, head over to my patreon!!!!! Also, any form of support is appreciated. I love you guys 🥺❤️.

#Yoongi x Reader #Yoongi au #Professor Yoongi #Student Reader #Uni au #Yoongi smut #Yoongi angst #Yoongi fluff #Yoongi oneshot #yoongi fanfic #Suga smut #Suga au #suga x reader #Suga angst #Suga fluff

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Obikin College AU - RA/Don!Obi-Wan/First year!Anakin - Part One

I’ve been reading a lot of modern au Obikin fics recently, so one could say I’m on a bit of a kick.

That’s where this idea comes from!! I’m gonna outline it below so I can reference this if I ever decide to write it/for your enjoyment. Also, the pic is what I imagine they look like 😎.

Link to Part Two

Link to Part Three

Anakin and Obi-Wan go to Uni together.

It’s Anakin’s first year, and he moves into residence ready for FROSH week.

Obi-Wan is a RA/ Don for Anakin’s residence building, mainly because it looks good on a résumé and it helps cut living expenses.

Anakin becomes obsessed with him. When he first moved in, he was honestly going to skip all the FROSH stuff, opting to explore the new city on his own. After meeting Obi-Wan he is the first one to show up for all their activities, volunteering to help whenever he can. Anything to be on the older boy’s radar.

They get through FROSH, Anakin flirting desperately through little side comments the entire time. Obi-Wan just believes he’s excited and eager about the events.

During FROSH, Anakin makes friends with other incoming students - Padmé, Rex and Ahsoka. They become a little group. Everyone is quite fed up with Anakin’s Obi-Wan obsession after the week. They pray once the semester starts and they no longer spend every day with Obi-Wan he will shut up. He doesn’t.

“Dude, do us all a favour and actually talk to him.” “Please, Anakin, we really can’t take this anymore.”

“Oh Come on guys, what are friends for if not to listen to each other ramble about highly likely unrequited crushes?”

He does try to talk to Obi-Wan one on one during FROSH. To say it was a little awkward would be an understatement.

“So, what’s your major?”

“English/Literature with a minor in philosophy.”

“That’s nice. I read a book once.”

They kinda just stare at each other and then Anakin rushes back to his little group of friends who all wear mortified expressions.

“Dude…”

“Don’t even! I was nervous!”

After this, they don’t really speak during FROSH, until the last night of events. They are the only two left cleaning up after the evenings activities.

“Thanks for all of your help. I really appreciate it.”

“Oh, no worries!” Please marry me

“Out of curiosity… what is the one book you’ve read?”

“I’ve read more than one book!”

“I sort of figured, considering the University acceptance and all.”

“Yeah… I don’t know why I said that.”

“It’s alright, it was charming. In a himbo sort of way.”

Oh my god, you think I’m charming? Take me right here in the common room, I’ll show you charming.

The semester starts and they don’t see as much of each other anymore.

Part of Obi-Wan’s job as RA/Don is to take shifts working the desk in the lobby of their building. He does this every Friday night.

Anakin discovers this by accident. He and the gang had been at an off-campus party. They’re coming home late one night, all quite drunk.

As they walk through the door and see Obi-Wan everyone starts giggling and poking at Anakin as he flushes.

“Hello folks.” Obi-Wan greets cheerily.

“Hello Obi-Wan.” Ahsoka smirks at Anakin.

“Did you tell him yet?” Rex pushes him forward.

“Tell me what?”

Nothing! It was nice seeing you Obi-Wan!” Anakin ushers them all toward his room, leaving behind a confused Obi-Wan.

Every Friday afterward, Anakin takes advantage of the knowledge that Obi-Wan is working the desk.

He hangs around, striking casual conversation. They talk about anything and everything. School, classes, hobbies, music, other interests. They become well-acquainted.

“You’re telling me you’d pick The Cure over the Smiths?”

“Oh, of course. Easily. The Smiths are so depressing.”

“So is The Cure, idiot! At least Morrisey’s hot about it.”

“Are you saying Robert Smith isn’t hot?”

Anakin flirts shamelessly. Oblivious, Obi-Wan doesn’t catch the hints and just thinks Anakin is killing time waiting for his friends. Unbeknownst to him, Anakin bails on his friends every Friday to hang out at the front desk.

“You sure you don’t want to come tonight, Ani?”

“It’s his Obi-Wan night. He won’t come.”

Another part of Obi-Wan’s job is being the “Don on Duty”. This means he responds to any complaints/emergencies the residents have. He carries around a special phone for emergencies. He does this every Saturday night. Again, Anakin discovers this by accident.

A loud knock at his door interrupts Anakin’s dorm room party. He and his friends are wasted, watching movies and screaming about them.

He opens the door to reveal Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan is looking down. “I’ve received several noise complaints about this room. You guys are going to have to - Anakin?” He cuts himself off once he looks up and blue meets blue.

“Obi-Wan! Come drink with us!”

“Anakin, I can’t. I’m on duty.”

“Oh come on, pretty pretty please?”

“I-,”

“Don’t say no! Please”

“Oh fine, but if this phone goes off I have to leave. And we really must be quiet.”

Obi-Wan spends the evening getting drunk with Anakin and his friends. Thankfully the phone doesn’t go off.

They watch films together, everyone growing drowsy. Anakin curls up next to Obi-Wan and rests his head on his shoulder. When Obi-Wan wraps his arm around him and holds him close, it’s merely because he’s drunk and tired.

That night, the two finally exchange phone numbers.

Anakin starts texting Obi-Wan relentlessly. Obi-Wan would call it harassment.

Anakin: do you ever think about the overwhelming and paralyzing passage of time? How you can’t do anything to stop it? (Sent at 3:42 am)

Obi-Wan: no, but I am now. (Sent at 3:44 am)

Anakin: lolz look at this silly kitty pic. He’s u! (Sent at 3:47 am)

Obi-Wan: go to sleep!!!!! (Sent at 3:48 am)

Anakin: jeez ok Mr. Grumpy pants 😡😡 (Sent at 3:50 am, Read at 3:50 am)

Obi-Wan starts getting invited to Anakin’s friend group hang outs. He was charming enough last time. Truthfully, it’s mostly because if he’s there, it saves the others from having to hear Anakin yearn for him all night.

Alright, this is kind of just the general idea/ all I’ve got right now! Lemme know if you guys want to hear more or have any suggestions! My DM’s are always open if anyone wants to brainstorm, or just chat in general!

I’d also be down as heck to rp this if anyone was interested.

Thank you for reading if you’ve gotten this far!!

I’ll update it later when I think of more! (:

EDIT: I've created a second part to this! if you wanna read more, the link to part two can be found at the top of this post!

#obikin #aniobi #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin rp #star wars #padme amidala #obi wan and anakin #ahsoka tano #captain rex #modern au #obikin modern au #alternate universe #college au #uni au #shannons silly ideas #ewan mcgregor #hayden christensen #obi wan x anakin

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