#student au

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ NEW STUDENTS, NEW SCHOOL ~ WRITING PROMPTS

requested by: @wasabiipringles request: hi!! can you do prompts/scenarios of two students starting a new school on the same day??

Feel free to use and reblog!

feeling entirely out of place

having high expectations of the new school but just being overwhelmed because it's too much

the two new students immediately get paired together and have to fend for themselves because everyone thinks they're taken care of

they're getting confused for each other because they started at the new school on the same day

they have nothing in common but still they're bonding because they're facing the same chaos of an entirely new environment

they have struggles remembering the names of the students and teachers but they know the name of the other new student

they dart desperate glances at each other

everyone thinks they know each other because they started the new school on the same day

they run into each other on the hallway as they're both late for class not finding the classroom

they start at the new school together but end up in entirely different friend groups

they quit their old school to get away from the other person but they're suddenly starting at the new school as well

on the first day, they're sure they don't like the other. who would have thought that they ended up becoming best friends?

they know they always have a safe space with the other, so over the years, whenever they feel alone or left out, they go to the person that started school on the same day

they're not intimated by the cliques because they have each other from day one

they can share all their fears and doubts with each other

[miyakuli]

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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."

[niyahsthings]

Are you falling in love?

Prompt: felix is starting to feel himself falling deeper and deeper in love

Contains: non idol au studentxstudent

A new kind of love 💗

• that perfectly sums up what Felix is feeling about you

It sparks across the flesh you’ll feel it kicking in soon 💗

• every time he’s around you he feels these sparks flying between you two

Are you falling in love? I’ve feeling you are 💗

• he knows that he’s falling deeper and deeper in love with you but he has a feeling you are two

So you’re running late and it’s not even like you 💗

• he’s starting to get worried he noticed that your running late for class

Did your dog eat your homework again💗

• after a few minutes Felix looks at you running into class giving the teacher a late slip you sit next to him and he whispers to you did your dog eat your homework again

Are you falling in love 💗

• after class he pulls to the court yard and you ask him what is this for he turns and looks at you and confesses all of his hidden feelings for you after he confesses to you he stands there in front of you scared that you will decline his feelings but to his surprise you accept

In love 💗

• you and Felix officially become a couple your happily in love you two becomes the school’s it couple he gladly accepts that title cuz he shamelessly in love with you  

[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.

[vulcan-bourbon]

writober 2023

day 16 — Patron (ver. 2)

Grian felt incredibly awkward being a freshman transfer in the middle of the school year. An unpleasant turn of fate in the form of the loss of accreditation of his own university and an emergency transfer to a completely unfamiliar (by all measures) educational institution forced him to catch extra weak attacks of anxiety that did not allow his brain to calm down.

And now he tiredly wandered along the corridor, looking for the right office, completely lost in the walls of this building. Everything could have been better if he had turned on his inner “social devils” and made friends even with the first one he came across, but due to the current situation, there was absolutely no strength and “spoons” for unnecessary social relationships.

Violet eyes, full of lack of sleep, glanced wearily at the vending machine. The taste of synthetic instant coffee automatically reflected on his lips; this is not the most pleasant drink, which he would prefer to drink exclusively for emergency purposes when he is broke. For example, unfortunately, now. Due to the unexpected relocation, as well as unexpected expenses, it was worth not spending much until a way out of this unpleasant financial hole was found.

But, as luck would have it, the vending machine itself stood at the entrance to the chain cafe from which came the pleasant aroma of freshly ground coffee, the knocking of the holder, and the pleasant sound of espresso, which could now be flowing in his body instead of blood.

Xelqua lets out a sad, quiet groan looking towards the intersection of the machine and the cafe at the same time.

- Hey, cute guy, are you looking for something hotter? - He heard laughter next to him and, shaking his shoulders slightly, he automatically turned towards someone else’s voice.

Standing nearby was a nicely put together guy with piercing emerald eyes and brown hair the length of which could be pulled into a fancy man-ponytail hairstyle. He was a head taller than Grian, from which the feeling of his elevation clearly made itself felt. His strange dark clothes, with orange and blue accents on his clothes, resembled some hero from a comic book who decided to go to the aid of a guy in trouble.

- Suppose? - Grian said thoughtfully, drawing out the words and looking away from the guy towards the coffee shop and sighing heavily. — I doubt you can offer me anything interesting.

- And I think I can. To begin with, the guy holds out his palm in black leather mittens and Xelqua pays attention to his tanned skin tone. - My name is Scar and I know that you are new here, I want to introduce you to our university.

— Grian, — Xelqua tries to grin in response, as if trying to inflate his worth and pretend that he is a self-sufficient adult guy and in general such an acquaintance for him is like rubbing two fingers on the asphalt.

- So, Grian, what about finding you a patron within these walls? - Scar smiles coquettishly, lowering his palm and crossing his arms on his chest, smiling contentedly. He looks at Grian with the look of a cat that has warmed itself in the sun. It seemed a little more and Scar would begin to purr.

- Do you offer this to everyone? - Grian snorts quietly, looking at how self-confident Scar becomes before his eyes after such phrases.

- No, only such handsome handsome men. — the new acquaintance winks, which makes Xelqua try very hard not to blush. It's not often that such hot guys flirt with him.

- Oh, Scar. Let's buy me some coffee first, I refuse to flirt with my sleepy brain. - Grian jokes, nodding towards the machine gun. If he saves a couple of coins, it will be better.

- No problem. - Scar smiles contentedly, nodding towards the machine, but passing by it and heading towards the coffee shop.

- Hmm, Scar. I can get by with synthetic coffee..,— Xelqua says hesitantly, internally not believing that he can be treated to real coffee.

- Well, first of all, this is my parents’ coffee shop, from which my friends and I can get a drink at cost. Secondly, I heard that sad sound that you made literally looking towards the coffee shop, well, and thirdly, I can’t afford to kiss someone’s lips that just touched artificial coffee. - Scar jokes, not hiding his laughter. - Okay, the last one was too much. I can simply afford to treat a person that I like coffee. How do you like that?

In just a few words from his new acquaintance, Grian managed to be upset at how stupid he was, touched by how cute he was, and almost roll his eyes at his sweet nonsense.

-Are you always this stupid? - Grian snorts, hiding his smile and walking ahead of the guy into the cafe.

- No, only with such handsome guys who suffer from caffeine. You are the easiest victims. - Goodtimes laughs warmly, from which he immediately receives an elbow in the side from Grian, but sees how Xelqua is pleased with such stupidity, and only smiles guiltily. On the other hand, how else can you approach handsome strangers who cast such sad glances in the direction of coffee.

———

//I carefully remind you that english is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes ,,,,

[zuzu-draws]

Legit one of my most favorite AUs in the fandom. Sukuna as a Jujutsu Sorcerer :p

[jvngkook97]

So basically I’m thinking of one with like Jungkook and like it’s teacherxstudent and obv he’s the teacher and the reader and him are like enemies, but idfk 😭 😭 😭 smthing happens and theirs like a lot of angst bc I’m a angst lover 😍😍😍😍 You can choose what happens next and you can add smut if u’d like to ♥️

It could also be Namjoon because he just screams Sexy Teacher

~ K

Stain

synopsis; in which you meet the love of your life at the wrong time.

pairing; professor!Namjoon x student!reader ft. student!jungkook

genre; angst, fluff, humor, s2l, l2e, professor au, student au, college au

warnings; cursing, heavy angst, minor age gap but still within legal age (Namjoon is 28, reader is 23), student x teacher relationship (kind of you’ll see), implied smut but nothing graphic, some fluffy moments ~

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 4,366

a/n; let me just say…IT WAS SO HARD TO CHOOSE. And most importantly: I do not condone any type of student x teacher relationship and even though they’re both of legal age in this fic, it still doesn’t make it right (in my opinion, no hate pls) with that being said if this isn’t your cup of tea that’s ok!! pls skip this one and check out my masterlist of other fics you may be interested in!! just be sure to read the warnings before you continue! enough rambling, enjoy!!

When you first saw him, it was by chance. More of a fleeting moment, really. One that’s common between two strangers.

When he actually saw you, he saw art come to life in front of his eyes.

When your worlds finally collide, it brings nothing but chaos.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

That was the only word running through your mind as you pumped your legs, willing them to push through the ache and pain you currently felt as you dodged people left and right muttering a half-assed apology over your shoulder. The bus you were trying to catch was only a few yards ahead of you, hope filled your mind, air filled your lungs, and you made it just in the nick of time to stop the doors from closing with your hand.

The driver gives you the stink eye, but ultimately doesn’t have a say when you pay the bus fine for the day. All he does is grunt in greeting, jerking his head back towards the seats as a gesture for you to hurry it up and sit down.

You don’t have to be told twice.

Trying your best to keep your focus ahead of you, you let your peripheral scan the options of seats available. You see one near the back of the bus and make an instant beeline to it. On the way, the glare of the sun through the windows blinds you momentarily, enough for you to stop walking, hand falling on the corner of the seat next to you in order to keep yourself balanced when the bus starts moving.

A male sitting in the seat just behind is wearing a brown corduroy coat, heavily focused on the inky black words that adorn the tattered, worn book he’s reading. The way he holds it let’s you know it has to be one of his favorites, and when a ghost of a smile cracks on his closed lips, it breaks you out of your reverie, a slight tint appearing to your cheeks when you think you’ve been caught staring. When his eyes stay down as he flips another page, you allow yourself to hastily walk pass him and sit down in the vacant seat unnoticed.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You don’t see him again until a few days later, and this time, you’re not alone.

A slender, tattooed finger flicks you on the forehead and you blink harshly, flinching back from the sudden digit and glaring at the male who is bent over in front of you laughing to himself at your pain.

“You are such an arse, Jungkook.”

“It’s not my fault that you zone out so deeply every time you come across an artwork you like and it’s impossible to reel you back into reality!”

You blow a raspberry at him. He blows one back.

The crowd within the museum is surprisingly thick, probably due to the latest still life exhibit by Elias Whitley, a promising up and coming artist and photographer. The only way you were able to see it, and be there, was to ditch school for a day. Something, your best friend didn’t mind doing at all.

However, if he knew it was going to be such a bore, he would’ve just stayed in class.

“I’m going to snack at the finger foods table until they tell me to stop, you good on your own?”

“I’m good, thank you. Just don’t get kicked out, please.”

“No promises.”

With a wink and finger guns, he’s lost within the throe of people around you. You sigh softly to yourself, and turn to walk further into the crowd. Your goal is to make it to one of his latest art pieces, one that you’ve come to personally vibe with yourself. Upon making it, you take your time with scanning each and every paint stroke you can see.

What originally drew you to it was the colors he used, much different than those he would normally utilize. This one was a multitude of purples, pinks, oranges, yellows, and blacks. It almost looked something akin to a sunset being mirrored by the ocean that you would see on the horizon. Tilting your head, you get a different angle, hip unknowingly jutting out a little too far and bumping another fellow art lover next to you.

You immediately straighten up with an apology on your lips that gets cut off midway when you see the male in front of you. Or, if you’re being more technical, you see his brown corduroy jacket first before slowly trailing your eyes up said jacket to meet his for the first time.

His smile is subtle, but friendly.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re just trying to see the art in a different perspective, I can respect that. I take it you’re a fan of Mr. Whitley?”

You blink once, twice, before your mouth finally catches up with your brain.

“I–Yes! I only recently found him off of a blog I love to follow, they travel to different exhibits and give thoughtful critiques that I tend to agree with.”

“Oh?” His brows raise in intrigue. “Who is this person you follow?”

“Well, I’m not sure his actual name, but I can give you his name handle if you’d like?”

“That’s perfect.”

“Okay–just—“ you fumble in your clutch purse for the pen you always keep just incase, as well as a little notepad. You scrawl down the name of the blog and rip off the page it’s written on, handing it to him.

He gives a low hum of approval as he reads it, nodding his head. A sly smile slowly forms, before his eyes look up from the paper to once again link with yours.

“I also agree with this ‘rkives’ critiques.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’, and you can feel the excitement build in you for having found someone to share your enthusiasm with.

“Wait, really? You’ve heard of them as well?”

“Him.”

A confused smile forms on your lips.

“How do you know it’s a guy?”

He’s silent for a moment, looking down at his phone as he types away at something. For a second, he scrolls, searching for something unknown to you. When he finds it, does he turn the front of his phone to face you. It’s an article about the blog you follow, but that’s not what catches your eye.

“No way.”

What you see is a blown up image of the person behind the blog at the bottom of the article and low and behold — he’s standing right in front of you.

He smiles, amused at your reaction, before stuffing his phone back in his jacket pocket.

“I am such a big fan of yours, holy shit.”

He chuckles, a dimple you didn’t notice before forming in the crease of his smile.

“Thank you. That means a lot. Would you like to possibly walk the rest of the exhibit together?”

“Yes!” He holds out his arm for you take, and just like that, the rest of the time at the exhibit passes by in a blur of deep talks, art styles, artist favorites, and detailed critiques from the mouth of your favorite blogger.

It’s not until the crowds begin to thin out, and the loudspeaker announces the end of the exhibit do you both make your way back to the entrance doors.

He holds the door open for you to walk through, both of you now outside in the chilly air of winter. Your breaths mingle together as you talk, and you try your best not to sound as sad as you feel for not wanting the night to end.

“I guess this is it. Thank you so much for humoring a fan, I can’t wait to see what else you post!”

A light hue blossoms on his cheeks, but whether it’s from the bitter, crisp air, or something else, you’re not sure. He clears his throat, then gives you an offer you can’t refuse.

“Would you maybe want to grab a cup of coffee with me? Or tea? Whichever you prefer, it’s on me.” His voice is hopeful, and when he sees the light in your eyes appear again, he feels his chest burst with a warmth.

“I would love too, really, but I just–,” he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed, and you can see it yourself as his body begins to deflate in front of you. It makes your soul hurt. But you need to figure out where Jungkook is before you just decide to ditch him.

Mustering up a vibrant smile, you explain.

“I came here with my friend, Jungkook, and I need to make sure he’s okay before I can agree to go with you, is all.”

Something akin to jealousy flashes across his eyes momentarily, his own smile still plastered on his face. He swallows it down with a look of understanding, which he does – understand your reasoning that is – it’s common decency of course. The thoughtful gesture you show only fuels the butterflies in his stomach as he stares at you.

“Right, yeah. Of course.”

“Just give me one second–,”

You go to your favorites in your phone, pressing down on Jungkook’s name, then put the phone to your ear as you hear it ring. It takes two rings, before his voice is blaring in your ear with a sense of urgency.

“Where have you been, you idiot?! I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all night!”

You purse your lips, feeling terrible for worrying him. Especially when you notice the flurry of texts and calls you failed to notice while with your new friend, forgetting that you set your phone to silent upon entering the exhibit due to not wanting to disturb those around you with unnecessary noise.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook. Where are you at? I’m at the exhibit entrance–,”

“I’ll be right there.”

He hangs up. You gape at the phone in disbelief. He never hangs up on you.

“Is he okay?”

For a moment, you’re lost in your guilt, the male in front of you becoming invisible.

“He’s fine. He’s on his way here.”

“Y/N!”

A jog of light footsteps could be heard from behind you, and you turn just in time to get enveloped into a warm chest. His arms wrapping around your small frame easily. You let out an ‘oof’ upon contact, your own arms reflexively hugging his waist.

You can feel his body sag in relief, an exhale of a sigh from him makes the top of your hair warm for a split second within the cool, night air. Your words become mumbled against his chest as you speak.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, koo.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

You smack him lightly on the back in retaliation to his words. He chuckles into your hair before letting you go. Then, you watch as his face becomes stoic, body becoming rigid. His eyesight is no longer on you, and that’s when you remember that you’re not alone.

“Oh! This is–,” you flush, embarrassed you don’t know the mystery male’s name after all this time.

“Just call me Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you.”

He politely holds his hand out for Jungkook to shake, which he does, reluctantly, grip firm as well as eye contact. You watch them both with a hesitant smile.

“Jungkook.” His voice is tight. As soon as their hands disconnect, does he make a point of standing flush to your side.

“And you must be, y/n.” Namjoon’s eyes have a twinkle in them, you think. The way your name sounds coming from his mouth sends goosebumps across your skin. “It’s been a pleasure, truly, but now that you’re in safe hands–,” his eyes cut from yours to Jungkook’s with a knowing look between the males, one you’re uncertain of, before he finishes speaking. “I’ll bid you both goodnight.”

With a light bow, and warm smile, he turns to leave–

–until he’s stopped by a warm hand around his wrist.

“Wait!”

He stops, half turning to face you, one brow raised in question and a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Yes?”

“That coffee, would you maybe want to meet up tomorrow morning?”

“Sure–,”

“Y/N, you have s–,” Jungkook attempts to chime in, but you throw a harsh glare his way that has him shutting up instantly.

Namjoon waits until you’re gaze is back on him before he continues, now fully facing you once again, handing his phone over to you that’s unlocked.

“If you type in your phone number I’ll text you later so we can discuss meeting up further.”

Typing in your phone number, you triple check it’s correct before handing it back to him, fingers touching for a fleeting moment that sends pleasant shockwaves through your body. The look in his eyes tells you that he felt the same thing.

Jungkook clears his throat harshly from behind you.

“We should go, y/n. It’s getting late.”

The two of you share one last goodbye, and then he’s gone, leaving you and Jungkook alone in front of the exhibit. When he’s no longer within eye sight, does Jungkook’s voice cut through the silence in warning.

“Y/N, are you sure about meeting that guy?”

You’re resolute with your answer, tone firm and confident as you continue to stare off in the direction of which you last saw Namjoon, a newfound sparkle in your eyes that makes Jungkook frown in worry at how hung up you are over a guy you just met.

“Yes.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Text me the code phrase if you want me to call and bail you out of your date. Do you remember it?”

“The Perilla leaf is stuck.”

“Good girl.”

You roll your eyes.

“I can feel you rolling your eyes. Don’t make me get into the Perilla leaf debate again.”

You groan.

“Please don’t. Look, I’m coming up to the coffee shop, I’ll call you when it’s over.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You hang up the phone, stuffing it in your purse, and scoff at Jungkook. That guy would try anything once, so his words mean nothing in that regards.

The bell jingles overhead as you push open the door, signaling to workers that a new customer has arrived. The elderly woman at the cash register greets you warmly with a smile.

“Welcome in!”

“Thank you!”

Your eyes scan the tables near you, and your heart begins to drop when you don’t see your date in sight. He didn’t seem like the type to stand people up, but you just never know. Deciding to take a seat next to the floor to ceiling windows, so you could people watch in the meantime, you fold your hands in your lap and wait.

Five minutes turns into fifteen, fifteen turns into thirty. Your hands fidget in your lap, eyes darting everywhere outside in hopes of even catching a glimpse of Namjoon.

Nothing.

You fish your phone back out of your purse to confirm that you did, in fact, get the date and timing right to meet today. You did. While looking down at your phone, the bell jingles. Your eyes flicker up with hope, and you sigh in relief when the familiar male locks eyes with you.

His face is full of guilt as he waves in greeting, long legs bringing him to your table of choice in no time. He pulls out his chair to sit down across from you, hands folding on top of the table.

“I’m so sorry for being late, I had to catch another bus.”

In his defense, you can see the small beads of sweat on his forehead as well as see the rise and fall of his chest, him doing his best not to show you exactly how exhausted he is from running here. Even though a part of you is upset at the late arrival, you can’t bring yourself to be mad at something you’ve been guilty of plenty of times in the past.

“Busses? Am I right? Woe is the life of the weary greyhound traveler.”

He chuckles humorlessly, but nods his head, agreeing with you.

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

“Nah.” You wave your hand dismissively. “Only about fifteen minutes. My bus was late too.” The lie came out so smoothly. You don’t know why you decided to lie. But when he gave you a dimpled grin, it made you feel pride in knowing you caused it.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Jungkook’s fingers tap on the top of your shared desk in your classroom for still life photography, his eyes borderline roll themselves into the back of his head with how harshly he’s doing it.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” You answer, eyes glued to the phone in your hands, fingers flying over the keyboard with expertise. A lovesick grin is on your face, and he grimaces at it.

“Looking at your phone like you want to make out with it. It’s disgusting.”

“You’re just jealous I’m getting laid and you’re not.”

He snorts, offended.

“Excuse you? If I wanted to get laid, I could get laid. Like, right now.”

You pat his knee with false empathy.

“I’m sure you could, koo, I’m sure you could.”

“You’re damn right! Tell me, what does tall and admittedly handsome have that I don’t–,”

He pauses, eyes widening at something you’re unsure of off to the side of you, suspiciously towards the front of the classroom. You follow his line of sight and let out a small gasp yourself at what you see.

‘What was he doing here?’

Well, you were about to get your question answered.

Namjoon walks to the front of the classroom, and stands directly in the middle of the ridiculously large whiteboard that takes up a full wall of the classroom, picking up a dry erase marker and writes his name elegantly on the board. As he writes each letter, he speaks, voice loud and professional.

“Hello, everyone. I’ll be taking over for Mrs. Lee starting today while she’s on maternity leave. My name is Kim Namjoon, but just call me Mr. Kim. Are there any questions?”

With one final stroke, he pivots on his heel and scans the crowd of college students in front of him. His smile is still prominent, until he unfortunately locks eyes with you, smile immediately falling and eyes widening in realization at your current predicament.

You’re dating your professor. What the f–

Your head falls into your arms on top of the desk and Jungkook awkwardly rubs your back in solidarity with your hidden suffering, all the other classmates oblivious to the life altering moment that just occurred.

‘Now what?’

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“So, you’re a college professor, huh?”

“And you’re a college student.”

“Quite the predicament you’re in.”

Both you and Namjoon turn to give Jungkook a look, he mimics zipping his lips and throwing away the key. The head he popped out of the kitchen slowly retreats back behind the wall, and he once again resumes his task of fetching everyone some herbal tea, knowing it’s your personal favorite.

You’re all off campus, the school day now over, and no longer needing to put up the facade of being strangers. Jungkook was oh so kind(not really you had to bribe him with doing his English lit homework for a month) enough to allow his small apartment to be the hideout of your now scandalous love affair.

“What exactly does this mean for us?”

He leans back against the couch, rubbing his hands down his face with disdain, a loud exhale escapes his parted lips as he dreads what he’s about to say to you. There’s only one solution to this conflict. And even though you know what he’s about to say yourself, it still doesn’t make it hurt any less.

These past seven months have been the happiest you’ve ever felt, being with Namjoon. Everyday he made a point to send you a picture of a new piece of art he’s found on his travels, especially when you’re not able to go with him. You used to always be more of a homebody, only going out when needed, like when Jungkook would force you. With Namjoon, however, he made you see the world differently.

It didn’t matter if you were just taking a stroll down a dark and dreary street in the rain, he always had some kind of poetic or insightful thought about the smallest details that always had you looking up at him in awe. The large crack on the sidewalk that now has a weed sprouting out of it? It’s just natures way of taking back what was rightfully theirs before man came and poured cement over the ground.

Little things like that helped pave a new mindset in you about seeing people, places and things in a new light. It made you see that not everything has to be black and white, but rather it should be vibrant and demanding and beautiful.

So damn beautiful, he thought, as he let the silence linger around you in favor of watching the light of the tv that’s playing a cheesy rom-com requested by you in the background hit the side of your face, illuminating it perfectly. Your eyes are sad, though, and in turn it makes him sad. He knows you know.

A large hand encompasses your own that’s resting between you two on the couch, he gives it a gentle squeeze. You squeeze back.

Your voice is light, barely a whisper, and the lump in your throat makes it difficult to utter a coherent word. You know it’s no use asking, but still, you try.

“Maybe we can still make this work? Somehow?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose with his other hand in hopes of it deterring the water in his eyes from falling down his cheeks. He hates this, every part of this. When he looks at you again, you’re biting your bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

“I don’t want you to go.”

He swears his heart shattered right then and there with your small, desperate plea. He knows he needs to get it over with and leave before he becomes desperate enough to let his heart overpower his mind.

“You know I don’t want too–,”

“Then don’t!”

“But I need too.”

“Namjoon, please–,”

He leans forward to close the distance and give your forehead one last lingering kiss, before squeezing your hand just to let it go. He stands up from the couch you were both perched on stiffly, shrugging his brown, corduroy jacket that you’ve grown to love over his broad shoulders with his back towards you. It’s in this moment that you hate how tall he is, his long strides taking him to the front of Jungkook’s apartment in seconds.

Jungkook is just about to walk out of the kitchen with a tray of three steaming teas until he sees Namjoon briskly walk pass him and you following close behind with false hope in your eyes. Once again, he decides to fall back into the safety of the kitchen to let whatever is about to happen occur naturally, no matter how much his heart breaks at hearing your many attempts to get Namjoon to stay.

Namjoon’s hand twists the doorknob, and the door opens swiftly. He goes to step out into the hallway, until it gets slammed shut in front of him due to you throwing your body weight on top of it. The impact makes your shoulder ache, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Don’t you love me?”

His shoulders deflate, his strong persona beginning to crack.

“Y/N, you know that I do. But that’s not the issue.”

“I’ll drop out!” You spew out randomly, and at the time, it seems like the best idea you’ve ever had. Namjoon’s eyes widen in shock, his hands coming to rest on top of your shoulders as he lightly shakes you in an attempt to break you out of your stupor.

“Are you crazy? Do you hear yourself right now? You’ve put so much of your blood, sweat and tears into just making it into this college so you could fulfill your dream! I’m not going to let you throw that away over me!”

“But–,” his grip tightens, and any word you say gets silenced by his lips pressing hard against yours. You can feel his passion, his love. You sink into it, and he allows the moment to last longer than it needs too, but damn it all that he had to lose you after taking so long to finally find you.

It wasn’t fair. But, he thinks, life isn’t fair to begin with. Why would it be any different for him?

When he pulls away, his eyes stay closed. His forehead gently falls on yours, his hands sliding their way up to lightly cradle the junction between your neck and head. His thumbs brush over your jawline and you let out a broken sob that has him biting his lip harshly enough that he can taste a hint of metallic on his tongue.

“I love you, y/n. And, unfortunately, I love you enough to know when I need to let you go.”

This time, you don’t resist when he gently pulls your body away from the door enough to slip out of the crack and out of your life. And it’s not until you’re a sobbing mess on the floor of Jungkook’s entryway that he timidly peaks his head around the corner to see you and rush over to your fallen form. His arms encase your body against his tightly, one hand on your head, and the other on your back. You can vaguely hear the little ‘shhh’s’ and ‘I’m here’ and ‘you’re going to be okay’ as you let his voice along with Namjoon’s words of love ease you off to sleep where you can dream of a perfect world with you and Namjoon together, forever.

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a/n dos; it is almost midnight and I’m sleepy. This is unedited and I personally think it’s shit but I still hope you enjoy it somehow. ha ha ha ok bye

[writingraven]

Prompts

Fluff • Student Scenarios

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⇢ meeting up in the library

⇢ sneaking glances from behind library shelves

⇢ unable to focus on studying because they’re captivated by the other across the room

⇢ legs touching under table

⇢ comparing schedules to see when they can spend time together

⇢ choosing the same classes

⇢ tutoring / helping with assignments

⇢ bring each other coffee/tea & knowing their order by heart

⇢ reminding each other to eat

⇢ having a spot on campus where they always meet

⇢ encouraging each other

⇢ praising each other for good grades

⇢ consoling each other for poor grades

⇢ complaining about classes

⇢ having inside jokes about classes

⇢ glancing across the class & struggling to not laugh aloud

⇢ carpooling / giving the other rides

⇢ being project partners

⇢ lockers next to each other

⇢ friendly competitions for better grades

⇢ attending sports games together

⇢ matching for spirit weeks

⇢ skipping classes for dates

⇢ passing notes in class

⇢ making binder notes for the other

[tiredhawks]

Highschool AU where Dabi is so jealous of Hawks that he just hyperfocuses on the only thing he has on him- money. It's become no secret that Hawks' family is in poverty and the school helps him out with a lot of things regarding lunches and uniforms. Yeah Hawks is the top of their class with the perfect quirk and perfect looks and perfect personality and perfect grades- but at least Dabi doesn't have an old phone covered in cracks or some cheap off-brand backpack with fraying straps.

So when they get paired to work together on a long term project, Dabi is actually ecstatic. They go to Dabi's house first. And then a few times after that too. That was all intentional, so he could make Hawks feel safe and then spring it on him last second. It's not fair to only use Dabi's house and important pro-hero stuff is going on there, they have to go to Hawks'. There's no choice. No they can't meet at a coffee shop, there'd be zero room to actually do their project in public. He finds the despaired look on Hawks' face pretty funny if he's being honest. For once he gets to see this perfect know-it-all knocked down a peg.

It all becomes pretty unfunny, though, when he gets to Hawks' "house". Dabi doesn't believe it deserves that title, and that's not even him being mean, it's just truthful. Because that's a shack. With several boarded up windows and no insulation and a roof that looks like it'll shake right off if the wind gets too much. The inside is worse. There's a woman sitting in front a shitty television that doesn't twitch as Hawks pulls Dabi right past her without a word. His room is the only clean part of the house, but it seems like a hopeless effort regardless. He can sweep all he wants, but the floor is stained and there's no storage for his belongings. For once, Dabi says nothing. He just sets up the project and does his best to ignore the tension in Hawks as they work in total silence.

It's odd, because he was so proud of himself a couple hours ago. He'd been planning this for weeks and it went so well. But when Hawks visibly flinches when a distant door slams open accompanied by a male voice- it doesn't feel like a victory at all. And when Dabi gets home that night and looks around himself, it's hard not to feel like the shittiest person on the planet.

[miyakuli]

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Artist : Sagawa (pixiv / twitter)

Source

[littl-podval]

A college dorm room in College AU. In the future, I will post a full-fledged art with Adam-student Adam: A rich student, with an oligarch father. His father almost forced Adam to enroll somewhere and persuaded the administration to put a prefect and a more responsible student in his dorm so that they would influence Adam.

[shake-this-poet-out-of-the-beast]

Art student HC

Completely forgot about this one. Might actually end up colouring it later, it took forever

[tuliharja]

"Sensei, I heard today is your special day! Please accept this little gift I prepared for you!"

I drew this drawing to my friend for her special day. ^^

You can find the sketch of this artwork from here.

Artwork: @tuliharja

Note: I’m fine with reblogging, but ask me first for my permission, if you want to repost my artwork.

[therealmofamorus]

Ask

Original Male Stud College- Art Student AU

How jealous does Professor Go get when Ron gets too close to Bonnie to "help" with her art? How does she deal with that situation?

She will flashed him her panties and a little note saying that she will rocked his world later on today.

[rupturedhaven]

Inej He secretly likes having that reputation I’d rather he not be alone But he never accepts anyone’s invitations to stay with them

Jesper First time for everything! Maybe this year will be different He’d probably love to spend Christmas with you His heart would grow three sizes that day

New chapter is up, enjoy!