hi! your uni au is so sweet and you capture dunk's personality so well. you wrote dunk is quite a good cook and i agree (although I think he knows how to cook simple dishes, nothing too fancy). what if after their tutoring session (at reader's house), she wants to cook dinner for them and dunk insists that he do it himself? because he wants to somehow thank reader for her tutoring (and maybe impress her, just a little). keep up the good work and thank you!
this but he gets so nervous he burns his hand and she has to take him to a&e 😔
uni!AU Dunk would be just as hungry as cannon Dunk lol
uni!AU Dunk absolutely going to town in the dining halls (assuming they’re buffet style). Perhaps reader is there and he gets a lil embarrassed 🥹
uni!AU Dunk is not a huge fan of parties, he’s not opposed to the fun but he hates the crowd, however he could be convinced to go if there’s snacks promised…
Reader occasionally surprises him with food after his rugby practices/games and he falls a little harder with each bite 🫶
thoughts:
- uni!dunk in catered halls and he gets soooo hungry outside of mealtimes. but he’s just resigned himself to a lifetime of keeping a pack of digestives in his room until reader buys him a mini fridge and a rice cooker and that shit changes his LIFE
-TooGoodToGo warrior, but he always picks up one for reader too
-delivery drives for a local takeaway for extra cash and always begs them for the leftover kebab scraps at the end of the night. sometimes egg comes with him and they share a bag of chips but egg gets like 3
-reader introduces him to yellow sticker raiding and he’s locked tf in. he plans his day around it
-actually quite a good cook when he puts his mind to it. would have a fry up and a roast dinner every day if he had the funds. lives for a pub lunch in a beer garden tho
uni!AU dunk’s rugby team makes it to the finals so he takes the only vacation day he’s ever taken from his babysitting job for egg.
of course he’s not expecting anyone to come, he’s got no family and raymun would but it’s his anniversary with rowan. so he doesn’t even glance at the crowd until he hears you and egg screaming his name and oh my god, you guys are there with a sign with his name on, and egg’s all wrapped up in a beanie and scarf you definitely made him wear, and you both have hot chocolates and dunk nearly cries.
he plays so well, of course he does, but when you’re hugging him and egg is on his shoulders he gets all stuttery and blushy and awkward. you tell him, you’re amazing, dunk and you’re touching his arm - and oh shit, he loves you, he’s actually in love with you, fuck -
okay so uni!AU dunk living in his shitty tiny flat that he shares with raymun. you come over sometimes to tutor him but never on a friday because that’s your one fun night every week (you always invite him to come for drinks but he’s too broke and nervous)
so it’s a friday and raymun is at rowan’s - dunk’s feeling kinda lonely after dropping egg at home, and he’s just about to go to bed and wallow a bit when you show up at his door crying . the second thing he notices is that you look really cute all dressed up but like… not a priority right now dunk.
he just scoops you up into his arms right away and you melt into him, he’s asking what’s wrong and sweetheart just slips out without him really noticing. you’re sniffling into his chest about how some guy you’ve been seeing just screwed you over and you didn’t even like him you’re just so tired of waiting for - then you cut yourself off with a big sob and dunk doesn’t even realise you were about to say him
he wants to give you his bed but you refuse bc that’s rude - so you sleep on the sofa in one of his hoodies and wake up with him asleep on the floor next to you
Love your university dunk au idea! In your scenario, is egg like a child prodigy who goes to uni or is he aged up?
egg is abt to sit his year 6 SATs and he’s a little shit who watches too many YouTube shorts and maekar is like i can’t have another fuckass son he needs SUPERVISION
dunk who is so broke and takes any odd jobs he can get, so somehow he ends up being egg’s babysitter. he meets you bc you tutor egg and he thinks you’re so smart and nice and pretty but he’s not gonna make a move, that’s weird, he doesn’t want to creep you out
he’s studying sports sciences bc he finished school and didn’t really know what he wanted to do - but he’s really struggling so of course you agree to tutor him too. and you won’t take any money from him, and he think it’s because you’re well-off, but then he realises you’re just as broke as he is so why are you doing this for him?
so he starts doing everything he can for you to thank you. he picks you up from lectures in his shitty old car, and comes round to your flat to build furniture, and helps you carry your food shop home every week. and he’s down so bad he doesn’t even realise he’s giving you the girlfriend treatment, he just likes you so much and wants to help you, and egg is like can u guys just fuck already and dunk is SCANDALISED
reading back thru my old posts and i rly miss this blog so much…. to any followers still out there know that i still love u all and hope to come back to writing consistently one day
couldn't stop thinking about this post so I wrote it.. from elrond's pov bc why not!
wc: 1.1k | cw: none
fluff, mutual?pining, dumb puppy elrond
Elrond spots the necklace nestled amongst the wares of an artisan jeweller one early autumn day - a stall he barely even glances at in his haste - and for some inexplicable reason, he thinks of you.
Well. He knows the reason. It's because the gem is the exact colour that your eyes are when you turn your head away from him and the light catches the iris just right and you practically glow - and he tries not to think too hard about the fact that he can't recall that same hue in any of his other friends' eyes.
He's in a rush, but he stops anyway. The woman is kind, motherly-looking; she laughs when he has to juggle the armful of scrolls he carries to fish the coin purse from his pocket.
"Your love is a lucky one," she smiles as she hands him the box, a soft green velvet that reminds him of your favourite cloak. "To have such a generous admirer."
Elrond blinks, and swallows. "Ah - no, it's for a friend. A very dear one, but no more."
She pats his hand gently, eyes twinkling. He's running too late to dwell on it.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
It's four days before he's able to make the time to seek you out. The box sits on his desk in the meantime, and Elrond keeps finding himself opening it. Admiring the craftsmanship, he thinks. The colour really is quite beautiful.
Four days of torturous meetings and endless papers to read over. Gil-Galad seems to take pity on him then, tells him to leave in time for the evening meal, and perhaps run a brush through his hair. Elrond laughs at that, but does it anyway.
He has to run - why must he always be running? - to catch you in the gardens before the food is served. Once, he used to join you here every evening. Now he counts himself lucky to come once in a moon's turn.
As always, you're happy to see him, welcoming him with a warm caress of his cheek. He leans into it. As always.
Your palm lingers, thumb tracing the dark shadows that have formed under his eyes before falling away. "You look tired, mellon. Somehow I sense you may be overworking yourself again."
"Nonsense. I do only as much as is required of me.", he begins, desperate to wash away the concerned furrow of your brow. It works, if only because you instead raise it as if to scold him wordlessly. "Ai. I suppose it has been a busier week than usual."
You've always been able to see right through him, and he's never been able to lie to you anyway.
The autumn breeze catches your hair as you reply, twist of your mouth and crinkle of your eyes betraying your admonishing tone. "Just a week? I haven't seen you for two. I'd half-feared our king had shackled you to your desk and condemned you to an eternity of paperwork."
"I beg you, do not speak the idea around him. He may just follow through."
You laugh, and the trees dance in response, shaking off their golden leaves. Elrond gathers your hands in his, holding them close to his chest. "But, truly - I am sorry that I have neglected our friendship of late."
Your gaze softens and you make to comfort him, perhaps, or to say that you understand - you always understand, no one knows his mind better - but he silences you by drawing the velvet box from within his robes.
"A gift?", you ask as he presses it into your palms, not taking your eyes from his. He nods. "Well... I am very upset with you."
"And rightly so.", he says gravely. Your smile warms him against the chill of the evening breeze. "I had hoped this might redeem me."
Once he gives your wrist an encouraging squeeze, you open the box, and gasp like all the air has been knocked out of you. "Oh - it's beautiful."
"It made me think of you.", he responds instantly, before he's given any consideration to how that sounds. Fool. You don't seem to notice, though, too focused on tracing a finger over the gem and watching the way it sparkles in the dying sunset light.
"Thank you, Elrond. Mae carnen. In fact, I must wear it tonight so everyone can share in its' beauty.". You press the necklace into his waiting palm, and turn from him. "Will you fasten it for me, please?"
He fumbles a little with the clasp, a far cry from his usual steady hand. It must be the cold air. Or fatigue, he thinks. He lowers the chain over your head and his heart warms at the way your hand comes up to caress the stone against your chest. "I am glad you like it."
You hum contentedly. For that moment, there is only the rustle of the leaves, the gentle lapping of water in the fountain, the distant music and chatter - the clasp does up easily and Elrond lifts your hair carefully, meaning to settle the chain against your nape. He doesn't know why the tips of his fingers linger against your skin, or why he so gently moves away the stray tendril of hair that isn't interfering at all, or why his knuckles seem to brush against your back of their own accord as he lets your hair down. The movement lets him catch just the barest hint of the scent you wear, and the breath in his throat hitches almost imperceptibly.
What is he doing?
That quiet moment is gone as quickly as it came. You turn to face him. "I would like anything in this world if it came to me from you, mellon. But this really is beautiful. I am lucky to have you."
You're close enough that he can see the goosebumps rising across your collarbones. His head is spinning. He's exhausted, he must be, more so than he realised; he hates to worry you, though, so he smiles, and says softly, "Am I forgiven, mellon nin?".
Then, you come up onto your tiptoes, steadying yourself with splayed palms against his chest, and - you kiss him on the cheek, something you've done a thousand times, so - why does he feel dizzy?
"Quite.", you grin, and slip your arm into his in a well-practiced motion. "Now, let us go and find you some food. You look a little faint. I'll be having words with our king if this continues, I don't care that-"
Elrond hardly hears the rest of your tirade as you lead him out of the gardens. The realisation has hit him like a punch to the gut.
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