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[The ~feel~ of statistics majors at Elsewhere U has changed somewhat since I sent you that ask (dangerous was perhaps the wrong word), but here’s an extended piece about them that is totally not also a love letter to my chosen subject]

Science majors are always treated more warily by the gentry. This is both a blessing and a curse; we’re less likely to be fucked with, except perhaps out of spite, but it also leaves the greatest mystery we’ve ever seen out of our reach.

It’s tough, being a truth-seeker.

Every department has its own inclinations when it comes to attempts to study Them. Brave physics majors strap bodged-together chronal stabilisers to their arms and go spelunking in those places that time bends unnaturally, reeling back out days or weeks or months later sobbing unintelligibly about relativity. The smart chemistry majors favour esoteric methods of detecting Them, importing enough hazardous substances that it’s surprising none of them are on terrorist watch lists; we try and avoid the choking fumes of their labs and darkrooms if possible. Biologists tend to keep to themselves and be blacklisted in turn; nobody’s attempted to gather samples from Them since the chrysanthemum incident, and the tensions are manageable. Maths is essentially arcane to Them, too logical to make any sense, and more than one student has traded their way out of a tight spot with a neatly penned proof of Euler’s formula.

As at every other university, statistics majors get overlooked. It’s hardly a surprise; it’s the kinds of subject that you either do for a lack of a better idea (and the alleged “amazing job security”) or because you really love statistics. Students in the department because of the former are usually fine, having no particular drive to hunt out knowledge beyond the mundanities of coursework. That cadre of us, though, who take what the lecturers give us and turn it on our environment? Well, I’d call us the most successful informal research group in the university.

Don’t look so surprised! Statistics is the science of observation and patterning. Not only to we know how to analyse for a trend, we know how to tell whether there’s a kernel of truth in it or if it’s just noise; the deceptions of a regression with p = 0.07  are not too different to some of the misdirections of the gentry. Provided you’re smart about data collection (RIP Tumblr user no-this-is-a-knife), there’s not a lot They can do to screw with you as long as you keep everything digital and speak softly. Walking the line between observing Them and alerting Them to your intentions is very possible as long as you’re canny about it. Interestingly, the proportion of Slytherin students in the department is greater than you would expect from a subject so knowledge-oriented.

There are some great projects being run in our downtime. Demography of the gentry would be both a fool’s errand and a slow death, but there’s plenty you can do by surveying the human population or simply watching common areas. That’s what I’m working on, actually; we’re using some of the chem students’ detection techniques to investigate the distribution of the gentry around the campus. Early results are confirming the rumours that arts students are most likely to run into Them. There’s other projects as well, of course, like the two students who’ve cracked the university’s database of missing persons reports and are analysing it against the year to look for the most dangerous times.

To be clear: we mean no harm by what we do. It’s easy to think of us as a coiled snake in the grass, but I would never dream of using my research against anyone (human or gentry or otherwise). Anyone seeking to fight the gentry is probably better off burying themselves in the mythology stacks anyway; research that could conclusively prove cause and effect is well outside our capabilities. All we’re really about is helping people do what they were already doing, like find somewhere weirdness-free to study for finals.

The official Elsewhere U message boards keep deleting our threads - I’m almost sure it’s foul play at this point, one of the staff They have in Their metaphorical pocket - so we’ve been pushed into informal channels. r/ElsewhereStatistics is a good one-stop-shop for passing students, and our Tumblr network is pretty extensive. It’s important to be able to coordinate, to ask questions; this research methodology isn’t exactly something you can run by the lecturers.

While it’s disheartening to know that this work will never leave the university (statistics journals reject so many regular papers, and there’s no scientific field pertaining to Them that we could publish under like applied statistics groups usually would), it’s worth all the toil and more. On a practical level, we’re helping people; just the other day a sobbing fine arts major grabbed me after class and gave me a thank-you hug for publishing those preliminary maps of gentry activity on campus. She can paint in peace now! How wild is that? Most of us would still do it regardless of the thanks, though. After all, the most praise in the world can’t top the simple euphoria of discovery; there’s nothing like that ephemeral moment after the results come back when you can truly say that you know something no-one else knows.

Well, I’d better be getting back to it; these numbers aren’t gonna crunch themselves. Come visit us down in the computer labs sometime (bring coffee!). And remember: following our will and wind, we may just go where no one’s been.

This is probably very obvious to everyone else, but it just clicked for me, so…

The Angry Identitarian Left is the way it is, in part, because its practices are optimized specifically for college campus activism

Within a university, the world is controlled by a nigh-omnipotent authority.  If you are a student, it is probable that the authority basically likes you and wants you to succeed; even if the administrators find you annoying, they fundamentally regard you as community members who should be receiving a good education, not as vermin or monsters or fifth-columnists.  If you are a leftist or liberal, it is probable that the authority basically shares your fundamental values; the administrators are basically you, thirty years down the pike.  But the authority is lazy and venal and (especially) worried about disruptions and embarrassments.  By default, you will be denied a lot of the political things you want, because that’s the easiest and cheapest thing, because the most convenient way to keep donors happy usually involves sweeping problems under the rug and not shelling out money. 

Under these circumstances, the most flexible strategic plan seems to involve a two-pronged social assault, with the prongs consisting of “moral suasion” and “extortion.”  You speak with as much holiness and self-righteousness as you can muster, in hopes that you can guilt the administrators into acknowledging the merit of your points, which has a good chance of working because deep down the administrators probably do see the merit of your points.  (They really, genuinely don’t want to be racist or sexist either!)  And you make yourself as annoying and obstreperous as you can, with the implicit promise that you’ll stop as soon as you get what you want, in hopes that appeasing you becomes the easy way out. 

There’s not much to be gained by persuading anyone of anything, or by looking to compromise with anyone, because there’s not really any principled opposition with whom to engage.  There’s also no real downside to using nasty rhetoric and dirty tactics.  In the wider world, that shit causes people to hate and fear you, it alienates potential allies and cements the resolve of your enemies…but within the college, you have no genuine enemies and you don’t have much use for allies.  All that matters is whether you can break through the sloth and self-interestedness of the decision-makers. 

A Higher Education PT.1

Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University. 

Word Count: 4,228

A/U: No idea what I’m doing here, but I’ll be doing this into three parts and they will be coming soon. I’ve also included some things that everyone has been demanding asking for. 

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hey excuse me?” I looked to my left to find a girl with long red hair and many freckles looking at me. When she saw she had my attention she continued on.

“I won’t be here next class would you mind if I got my notes from you?”

I put on a smile and nodded. “Yeah, sure.” I lied.

She proceeded to ask me for my email and I purposely put one letter wrong. If this first year thought she was going to get notes in a curved class she was an idiot. I had every intention to dominate everyone in here with their naivety alone. 

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aaltena26  asked:

My birthday is February 18. Could I have Smitty age gap please and thank you?

Originally posted by itadakimasu-letmeeat

Happy, happy birthday @aaltena26! To help you celebrate in style, the always incredible @booksrockmyface has written this wonderful bit of Everlark, just for you. Enjoy!!

Dream Come True

Rated: Explicit

Trigger warning: Brief talk of a four wheeler (ATV) accident and a resulting injury ending in amputation of a limb.

Author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope this is all you were hoping for and that your day is THE BEST! Much thanks to thesaltywinteradult for helping me get this story figured out when I got stuck on a transition.


Peeta remembered staying up late when he was eight years old to see Katniss Everdeen compete in the final archery round in Athens. She had been a frontrunner from the start, especially since she’d just barely missed out getting into the games four years before. She was his first crush.

When he was put in charge of showing the Olympian around campus as the Student Activities Board president, he was beside himself with excitement. He’d get to talk to her. Get her settled into her hotel. Introduce her to the group of students that would gather to see her archery demonstration.

“Calm down, Mellark. She’s just a person.” He told himself as he bounced around in the parking lot waiting for her arrival. “A really hot person you’ve had a crush on nearly all your like, but a person nonetheless.”

A compact car that looked like it had seen better days pulled in and Katniss Everdeen emerged. She was even more beautiful that Peeta could have ever imagined. Her long brown hair hung in waves over her shoulders. The sign, “Dangerous curves” came to mind as she stretched and looked around. She removed her sunglasses and sent a smile Peeta’s way, causing him to suddenly lose his normal ability to talk as her grey eyes landed on him.

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Take It or Leave It (Jackson/Stiles)

Anonymous said: Jackson/Stiles - “How long have you been standing there?”

Nonnie, I hope you enjoy this! I was totally inspired by Stiles’ canon plans in the winter finale, so there are minor spoilers for season 6A. Fic #33 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge.

Take It or Leave It. Jackson/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

When Stiles finally has time to do the Smithsonian museum crawl he’s had planned since moving to DC, he runs into Jackson at the American History museum.

The first two weeks at GWU have been non-stop busy. Stiles has spent just about every waking moment dealing with unpacking, trying to make his dorm room feel homey, getting to know his new roommate (Zacharias—but call me Z), adjusting to the independent nature of college, and enjoying being across the country from the hellmouth known as Beacon Hills. 

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Ok so I was at Pace right and I’m walking in the hallway and a ticket to Anastasia was just… sitting on a ledge. For tonight. A legit valid ticket. So I ask around and try to find the owner and nothing then I notice that it was bought through the school so I call campus activities and return the ticket. Then they said they don’t know who it belongs to and if it’s not claimed by 6 its mine free??

The universe may have just…. given me a ticket to Anastasia tonight

College!AU Seokjin
  • major: broadcasting 
  • minor: hospitality and tourism management 
  • sports: tennis team 
  • clubs: cooking club, on campus news channel + interns at the actual city news channel 
  • it is important to point out that the only person out of his crew of friends aka bts he is the only one with a car and all the members keep fighting over who seokjin is going to let borrow his car for the weekend and most of the time seokjin is like this is a Headache and gives it to hoseok because hoseok is nice and also jungkook can’t double park and namjoon drives at a snails pace
  • but yeah he has a car mostly because he has to drive to get to the city news headquarters that is like way too far from campus and the cars like a hand-me-down from his family so it’s kinda old but seokjin always keeps it clean and freshly painted and he has those cute like air fresheners that hang from his mirror because god only knows what the members do in this poor car when he’s not around
  • but seokjin’s car is not the point of this au moving on he’s a broadcasting major and hopes to have a job in news when he’s older, preferably as an anchor at a news station even (a famous one would be even better) and everyone thinks that honestly he’s a perfect fit for the job
  • a) because he’s handsome b) because he has a good voice and c) did i mention he’s drop dead handsome? like imagine waking up, turning on the tv, and there’s seokjin telling you it’s gonna be a sunny day and that the government royally screwed up again. wow. a Dream
  • seokjin’s original major was hospitality and tourism management because he had wanted to go to culinary school but thought that that was way too much of a stretch so maybe working in at a hotel or as an event planner was kind of similar to cooking for many people in a restaurant, but after a while he made it his minor because someone had suggested he should be on TV with those good looks
  • and being an actor was just as a far off as being a chef so he was like what else is on TV? the news
  • and seokjin’s like pretty well informed too, like he enjoys reading the paper and listening to political podcasts (which jungkook and taehyung always whine about in the car if seokjin is driving them all into the city they’re always like “hyUNG this is so sad and the words are so boring let’s listen to something more funnnn” and seokjin’s like “how does radio disney sound for you kids?” and they’re like h Y U N g and seokjin’s like no we’re not listening to any of those songs w swear words in them and yoongi in the passenger seat beside jin is like oh my god seokjin we are all in C O L L E G E 
  • but yeah he like does the weather reporting and reads of the news that goes on on campus but he’s also fascinated by journalism and when he’s at his internship he’s always mingling w the interns that aren’t doing broadcasting but the ones who’re working under the journalists and sources because they’re so cool and know so much and ok some of the stuff they tell him he’s not supposed to know but seokjin is so charming that he could get mr. krabs to tell him the secret to the krabby patty. 
  • not interested in sports broadcasting even though every season the baseball coach sends over half the team to get jin to show up and broadcast live through the university’s athletic channel stream and seokjin’s like no thanks but the coach is like bribe him. tell him he’s pretty. and the team tries but seokjin is like listen i know your coach just wants more people to watch the show for my great face and not the game so im not gonna do it. and the teams like sigh ok but also seokjin is right that’s exactly why the coach wants him to broadcast
  • seokjin is also on the tennis team and everytime he practices the court is full of girls and boys pressed against the fence around the net trying to take photos of him and he’s like flattered but also like !!! be careful you guys i have a very strong swing i dont want any balls going over the fence and hurting anyone!!! 
  • when they play doubles seokjin’s teammate sandeul is always whining about how another fan of seokjins had asked him to get her seokjin’s signature and he’s like seokjin pls im so tired of this someone stole my racket last week thinking it was yours
  • and seokjin’s like im sorry buddy but im cursed with this Beautiful Face what can i do…..
  • sandeuls like let me whack you with this ra- and jin’s like i will end you 
  • and so one day you’re actually featured on the campus new channel because you won an award in your major and it’s nothing hUGE but it’s something so you get an invite to be on the morning segment and you kinda want to turn it down because cameras,,,the whole student body watching you,,,ahhhhhhh no
  • but like your friends are like what nO do  i  t and also they’re like “you’ll get to do it with seokjin, and you know everyone loves seokjin!!! you can’t let this chance go!!!!”
  • and you’re like well like you know who seokjin is but you’re like even if i do this interview it’s not like he’s going to magically fall in love w me or something (Lmao little do you know)
  • so you’re just like fine whatever and you try to wear something nice and you show up and it’s obvious you’re worried because you keep fiddling with your phone
  • until you hear a sweet voice go; “don’t worry. it’s not like this is cable television or anything.”
  • and you look up to see THE seokjin standing beside you with a kind smile on his face and his signature pink tie on and ok wow he’s super handsome up close are his eyes sparkling?? ok wait not the point
  • and you’re like ahHA it’s easy for you you do this every morning and seokjin’s like chuckling like you’re not wrong but seriously don’t sweat it
  • and he like ruffles your hair and goes to sit in front of the camera and you’re like 
  • well one your heart is beating because ok,,,,ruffling your hair?? what is this some romance comic but two; holy shit you’re on in two minutes
  • and the minute seokjin is introducing your name and the award you’ve won you can feel your palms getting sweaty but it’s like somehow you catch a gentle, encouraging smile that seokjin passes on to you and suddenly your throats just a little less dry and you manage to stutter out a little speech about the award and not make a fool out of yourself
  • and all in all the segment with you is only 7 minutes long, but you can’t leave the set till seokjin is done talking and right at the end you notice that seokjin’s sweating a lot and that he keeps trying to move his fingers casually toward the cue cards that are beside you but are too far away and if he just grabs them everyone will see it in the shot
  • and you’re like wait shit did he forget the headlines??? and you can hear seokjin’s lines wavering a bit and he clears his throat right after the weather report and you’re like oh no and seokijn is like “now for more headlines, the real information about campus life and activities, the headlines…”
  • like it’s obvious he’s stalling and the crew is panicking and so you casually put your award down on the table and slip the cue cards into your lap so the camera cant see and without looking at him, you drop the cards in jin’s lap under the table you two are sitting on and like
  • he just needs one glance down to remember the first couple of words and BAM everything comes back to him and he’s making the announcements smoothly and the crew is like thANK GOD the main cameraman even needs someone to like dab the sweat off his forehead for him because that was close
  • can you believe this drama at the on campus news channel like wOW 
  • but yes everything ends and the seokjin turns to you and you’re like !!! good job and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,,,,listen i owe you my life
  • and you’re like ok chill not your life it’s just a show but seokjin is like no no ive never messed up on a broadcast and idk whats happening with me today maybe i was too distracted but really you saved me
  • and you blush like oh,,,,it was nothing quick thinking you know!! and you like get your award and jump off your chair like well!!!! this was interesting and nerve wracking!!! thanks for having me
  • and you do a bow to all the film + broadcasting students and you’re like oh no class is in fifteen
  • and you run off before seokjin can flag you down and give you his number because hey you wanna know why he was distracted?
  • because you were so damn cute
  • ALSO because you see him the next day in the pharmacy off campus buying flu medicine and he’s got tissues sticking out of his pockets and like a neck warmer on and you’re like
  • …….. he forgot his lines because he was also getting sick……..
  • and you walk over like hey!! and he’s like o H and hides behind the cap he’s wearing because he’s like  don’t look at me im usually a 10 but today im an 8 because i look horrible
  • and you’re like no no you’re still like above a 10 don’t worry
  • and seokjin peeks from under his baseball cap like ,,,,,,why thank you *commence a long string of sneezes*
  • and you’re like hey, you should try this tea my mom gave me when she was helping me pack for this semester. whenever i get a cold it always works and im good the next day! and seokjin is like a one day cure for the cold? ill take it i have the morning news to do tomorrow
  • and you’re like cool!!! ill bring some over to your dorm and seokjin’s like ok!! thank you ill pay you back with some good food and you’re like no no you’re sick and he’s like yEs im sick im not dying i can still make some kimchi fried rice.
  • and so you show up to the dorm with your tea bags and seokjin still has his messy hair under his baseball cap and a big sweater on and some sweats and it’s kind of a shock because you’re used to him being all spiffy and well kept when you see him on the campus channel
  • but now he looks like you know,,,,,,like every other sick and stressed kid in college
  • and like seokjin has got his ricecooker on and he’s got all these containers of sidedishes that he’s made and you’re like making him tea
  • and like you barely know each other but somehow it’s very serene and domestic
  • and when you’re done and seokjin drinks like 3 cups of your tea and you eat like 3 portions of his rice 
  • seokjin is seeing you to the door and he’s like
  • *cough* “is it ok *sneeze* *blow nose* if one day when im *cough again* better i can take you out for *blow nose and cough at same time, apologize* dinner as a thank you?”
  • and you’re like a thank you for??? and he’s like for that time you saved me and you’re putting your hands up like wAH no no it’s fine
  • but seokjin is like no i must i must and even though he sounds like he’s dying and he’s sneezing all over the place, he’s stubborn till the end until you agree
  • as you’re walking to your own dorm though you’re like
  • wait………….
  • did i just score a date with the handsomest guy on campus????
  • and yes. yes you did
  • when you text your friends about it they nearly sprints their way down to your dorm like W H  A T WE NEED TO GO SHOPPING FOR A DATe outFiT and you’re like i can just wear that- and they’re like nO this is SEOKJIn the FACE OF Our schoOL you are going to have to look GUD
  • and you’re like oh my
  • so the date turns out to be at this pretty fancy place in the city that you’ve heard about and you’re like is seokjin,,,,,the son of some guy with a company or something how can he afford this place
  • and like you see him coming down the street and he’s in like a suit and looking like a+ like yall about to attend a wedding or something and hes got his hair back and you’re like oh,,,,,,,this is so,,,,,,Fancy
  • and you’re like hi!! and seokjin’s like “you look amazing.” and you’re like “you look even better!!” and seokjin laughs like “for the first time, i have to disagree - you’re stunning.”
  • and he offers you his elbow like we’re back in the fifties or something and you go inside and like ,,,, you get this nice table and you’re the youngest ones there and you’re like um seokjin how did you,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,get us seats here? Are you rich? Are you the prime ministers secret son you can tell me i will keep it a secre-
  • but seokjin is like no no i know the chef of this place, he gave a talk on campus for one of the classes in my minor. we kind of clicked you know and he’s always calling me over to have a taste of his food. his names kidoh.
  • and you’re like ……kidoh? and seokjin’s like “interesting, right? he’s seoul’s youngest chef.”
  • and you’re like looking at seokjin like this guys life is just…..full of surprises isn’t it
  • but over dinner like you and seokjin end up bonding so much over the things you guys like and care about and seokjin always seems to unapproachable because he looks like he’s so far above others, but in reality he’s just a dude who loves to cook and make corny jokes and in a lot of ways he’s really just……normal
  • he does admit that he’s really careful about his appearance but he’s like how can i not be when that’s all people see me for
  • and you get a hint of the sadness behind that statement, the fact that people forget that there’s a person with feelings under his breathtaking smiles
  • and you don’t expect it but seokjin’s like let me drive you home and you’re like you have a car??
  • and seokjin’s like yes i just didn’t want to park it out here because it’s pretty old and i thought it might be embarrassing but once you see it you’re like seokjin this car looks new and he’s like that’s because i break my back cleaning it all the time
  • and while he’s driving you he tells you the stories of what jimin, yoongi, and taehyung have all done to his precious car and you’re laughing like nO way and seokjin’s like nO Im telling the truth it’s like im friends with a bunch of five year olds sometimes
  • and you’re like seokjin i love the way you nag about them it’s hilarious and he’s like heY i do not NAG. i woRRY and you’re like hehe it’s cute!!!!
  • and it is cute he’s concerned for the people he loves. this softie
  • and like when you get dropped off youre like hey seokjin wanna hear a secret
  • and he’s like ooo ok and you’re like leaning over like “i liked your kimchi fried rice more than the food at the restaurant. don’t tell your friend!” and when you lean back giggling into your hand seokjin just
  • he just gently takes your wrist and pulls you back to him and kisses the side of your lips with a whispered thank you
  • and like you sit in the car looking at each other in the like moonlight and it’s cute you wanna kiss him again but like it’s enough for the first date and seokjin watches as you go inside just to make sure you’re safe
  • and ofc he sends you a good night text because like seokjin is the best man on this planet he is so soft and caring and wow ok im getting off topic
  • but yes after that you and seokjin meetup more often on campus, sometimes in the area where the news channel is filmed because seokjin is always studying lines during lunch and you’re honestly just fine watching him all concentrated as you munch on his homemade snacks
  • you also listen to him do a mock announcement and then clap and he’s like the aplause is not necessary and you’re like why not you’re so cool seokjin
  • and he’s like trying to hide the smile but he can’t
  • sometimes you’ll go over to his dorm and you two will look up recipes on youtube or online to try and make
  • most of the time you both end up with the ingredients all over your faces and fingertips and when you reach up to put some avocado paste on seokjin’s cheek he chases you until he gets you in a backhug and kisses at the spot behind your ear that he knows is sensative
  • it’s cute you guys make dinner for his friends and jungkook is like “hyung. i think you two should just get married and adopt us all as your kids so you can both cook for us everynight.” and seokjin is like jungKOOK and you’re like skhfldngseifw and yoongi is like “no no the little twerp is right.” and jungkook’s like im like 5 inches taller than you yoongi i have been for like two years and yoongi with his mouth full of noodles “you’re still a twerp jungkook.”
  • you go to see seokjin play tennis and like it’s not a competition so you come out onto the court and seokjin helps you learn how to hold the racquet and whatnot
  • when he puts his hands around your waist to keep you steady you can literally hear sandeul from the other court whistling like GET IT SEOKJIN and seokjin is “i repeat. everyone im friends with is five.”
  • you and seokjin doing little face masks together because he gets you into them and you’re like “did i put this on right?” the first time and he’s like “no it’s upside down come here.”
  • when you had to go away for couple of days for a trip with your class seokjin sent you videos of him eating for a straight thirty minutes not saying anything until the end. he affectionately called these videos “eat jin”
  • you responded by doing the same and naming them “eating without jin” and seokjin was just like yEAH but you wish i was there
  • seokjin is tall and he owns a lot of like long sleeved shirts that you love wearing because they’re big in the shoulders and seokjin is like “…..hey listen you have your own clothes…..did you get a stain on this sweater? come here i will kill yo-” and you’re like “SORRY but they’re nice and they smell clean like you” and seokjin is like “if you weren’t so cute- i sWEAR.”
  • you start watching the school news everyday now lmao all your friends are like “i thought you didn’t care about campus news?” and you’re like “ofc i do. especially if my cute as heck boyfriend is reporting it to me. btw did you know i got him another pink tie for our anniversary and look he’s wearing it-”
  • and one day seokjin and you come to his dorm after going to his tennis practice together and seokjin is gets a call and he’s listening to the other person for a longtime and you can’t really read his face but you’re like ???? and when he hangs up after saying thank you one hundred times you’re like “what is it??” and seokjin’s like “you know the place i intern at?” and you’re like “the big news channel right?” and he’s like “yeah.” and you’re like taking his hands in yours like “well???? what???” and he looks at you and he’s like “they’re officially hiring me. they’re officially hiring me to help report the news.” and you’re like ……..HOLY SHIt and you jump up and down and just grab his cheeks and kiss him like one hundred times
  • and seokjin is like ,,,,,,,,this is fOR real this isn’t just the free news channel for the uni this is,,,,,actual television and you’re like oh MY GOD im so pROUd and you lean in to kiss him again but this time seokjin kisses back
  • and he’s usually very tender with kisses but this one is full of adrenaline and like you’re both already kinda sweaty because you came back from tennis but like what the frick ever you like go down right there on the floor of the kitchen
  • and like seokjin pulls you ontop and is just like
  • well you know there goes his tennis uniform and all that woooo
  • and you two are lucky yoongi doesn’t walk in on the dorm but like seokjin is just holding you close and his forehead is against yours and he’s like
  • “this is a miracle.” and you’re like whaT no you’re destined to be on the TV screen and he’s like no no well yes the job is a miracle but the real miracle he was talking about is ofc……you
  • and it’s cute you and seokjin are two glowing flowers two sweet and kindhearted for this world
  • afterwords you try to get taehyung, jimin, and namjoon to help you make a special cake for seokjin but like with those three all you get is a bunch of icing everywhere so you’re like baking cookies with seokjin’s face on it instead sounds easier
  • you throw a party for him and seokjin is just so surprised because honestly not a lot of people show him they appreciate him a lot but ever since you’ve been around he actually feels loved like really REALLY loved
  • and it’s cute he spins you around in a hug while jungkook is trying to sneak one of the seokjin cookies off your tray and you’re like heY don’t those are seokjin’s present 
  • and yoongi wiggling his eyebrows @ you 2 like “i think seokjin already got his present~~~” and taehyung’s like GOOD ONE BRO
  • and you’re like “seokjin.” and seokjin with his face in your neck like “hmm?” you’re like “i think you were right. your friends are all five year olds.”
  • lmaO you excitedly gather everyone in the study hall to crowd around your laptop to watch seokjin’s first day on the job and you’re like lOOK At him. my professional baby 

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Choices - Kaitlyn x MC

Author’s Note: My entry for the Choices Creates Carnival Round @hollyashton and @pb-boeboe. I am no writer but, I have a blast writing this. Kaitlyn Liao is sort of my muse. Shhhh, don’t tell my husband. - Lauren 

I was studying for my midterms at the student union. It was weird to thinking this was my semester here at Hartfield University. The last almost six years have flown by but, at least I will have my master’s degree soon. I have a job offer back in Boston. I just still don’t know what my next step should be. I know it is hard to get your writing published and I always wonder if what I am writing is good enough then I remember read Twilight maybe, I could make it as a writer.

I pack up my backpack and walked back to my apartment I notice the on-campus activities board in one of the flyers showed my ex-band name in bold font. The same ex that I stupidly broke up with because I thought it was the best thing for us even if I was and to be completely honest with myself still am in love with her.  At the crossroads at graduating college and getting get our degree I thought it was easier to broken up than to deal with a long distance relationship especially because there wasn’t an end of in sight of being long distance.

I shake my head to get my thoughts together. She would be back in town for a concert. Well, I will get buy a ticket before I change my mind. On my phone app, I thought it would be best to get a backstage pass I have to get closure with her. Tell her everything that is on my mind. I always thought her passion is her band but, my passion has always been her.

Two weeks later

The music was loud and still not really my style. Who was I kidding coming here tonight? I was half way tempted to leave but, seeing her on stage. She looks so happy up there. I know she isn’t happy the day I ended it. I wanted her to chase her dreams I didn’t want me to hold her back. She looks so alive and I feel so numb the last two years.

A security guard got me because of my backstage pass. He took me down a hallway right of the stage where everyone else with a pass was waiting. I was nervous my heart was racing and I keep wiping my hands on my jeans. Then the band minus Kaitlyn came in and my heart dropped. I saw Amara with her other two band mates walking toward us. When she made it to the line of people she grabbed me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Mmm….I wanted to see Kaitlyn. To get closure or something I don’t know.” I shook my head. “Maybe, this is all a mistake.”

Her voiced got louder when she started talking again, “You can say that again. Do you know how hurt she was when you ended it? You do know how in love she was with you.”

“I always felt the music was more important than me. Sorry, I leave.” I turn to leave and walk right into someone with a familiar scent. Her arms went to my shoulder to steadied me from falling.

“I am sorry and thank for making sure I don’t fall.”

I look up and was staring right into Kaitlyn’s eyes. It felt like everything was in slow motion. She dropped her arms. “MC, what are you doing here?”

“Wow, Amara said the same thing. I was leaving. I wasn’t thinking I just wanted to see you again just one more time.” I can feel my eyes getting watery and I just wanted to get the out of there.

“Wait we do need to talk can you wait until after this greet and met stuff,” she said pointing at the line. She pointed at the back of it and informed me to get back in line.

Amara looked at her questioning the choice but, she just shook her head and told her, “It needs to be done.” What needs to be done I wondered as I waited for my turn. Close to hour later it was my turn.

“Hi,” I said as I entered the door.

Kaitlyn got off of her door and walked up to about two feet away for me. “What nerve you got coming here.”

“I made the biggest mistake when I broke up with you. I thought it was for the best you could make it and I wasn’t going to holding you back.”

 She was taken back by my comment. She was lost for words.

“What you think we would have made it you with your band full time and me as a graduate student. I didn’t think so at the time so, I made the decision to ended the best relationship I ever had. Look at you now your band just got a record deal and you are about to released your first single. My plan probably did work out. You got what you wanted your band made it.”

 “You think that is I wanted.”

“More than anything, yes.”

“More than you?”

“Oh, I am replaceable. I was just at the right time for you to love me then.”

You really think that.

“Yes, I am just a stepping stone.” I slapped her shoulder. “I am the grad student and you are a rock star for real now. I started to laugh then. “Your passion was the band. I am surprised you got your degree.”  

She stepped closer to me and took my hands into hers. I stopped laughing and I felt my breath hitched. “So, MC did you missed me?”

“Like someone cut a hole in me.”

“What you do think it felt for me. You were mean everything to me. You put the passion in me to do this. The fact you believe in me from the start got me out of my shell and your support got me really thinking that the band could make it.”

I couldn’t stop myself I softly kiss her lips. It felt like coming home. She didn’t respawn right away but, then she grabbed the back of my head and deepened the kiss. It felt so good to be in her arms I was not numb anymore. I didn’t know how long this thing between Kaitlyn and I could last. She let go of me and stated, “You should of at least try to make this work.”

“Do you think we could try again?”

“I think we can.”

My friends and I are making a ghost hunter squad of OCs… in which they’re all noobs and none of them actually know what they’re doing HSDFHHSF

HERE’S HUNTER (yes their name is Hunter.. because.. ghost hunter.. Hunter.. ha HA) the leader of their squad who’s always optimistic and enthusiastic their crew will run into some PARANORMAL ACTIVITY one day.

That Special Someone

Characters/Pairing: Sam x Reader (platonic) and others. 

Word Count: 3200

Warnings: Language, drinking, Stanford!Sam feels, fluff and silliness

A/N: This fic was written for 2 challenges I signed up for: @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Trope Challenge for which I had “Everyone thinks we’re together, but we’re not god damn it!” and @babypieandwhiskey‘s Cam’s Darndest Things Challenge for which I had “You can’t just go up to people and ask if they have a penis.” @idreamofhazel was kind enough to beta read this for me.(Are you aware of how sweet and supportive she is, btw?) So, I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to provide some feedback. I love it!

Originally posted by jaredpadaleckis

(Yeah, I know that’s Dean, but let’s pretend it’s Stanford!Sam because I love that gif. Ok? Ok.)

ITALICS = Present Day, REGULAR TYPE = Flashback

The question had been asked a thousand different times, in as many different ways. Sometimes direct, sometimes with a suggestive glance, sometimes it was thrown your way as an accusation. It was equal parts laughable, frustrating, and worrying.

“So, you two are a thing, right?”

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Free Hugs? || Jimin


Summary: College AU.  You never understood why some people would willingly offer free hugs on the university’s quad until you had what had to have been the literal worse day of your life.

Word Count: 1,176

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this scenario, you’ve got no idea! I hope you enjoyed it Anon, thank you very much for the request! MY REQUESTS WILL OPEN SOON, SO STAY TUNED ALL!

You ran a hand through your hair dejectedly as you left the lecture hall.

Despite the campus being alive with activity, you couldn’t help but feel alone. For the past few weeks, your life had maintained the normality you had grown used to. You felt comfortable with what you had defined to be normal.

That was until this morning, when everything started falling apart slowly but surely.

It started with smaller, fickle things - things you were sure you’d get over by the end of the day.

You woke up late on the day of a big test.

You rolled your ankle after running down your apartment building’s stairs since the elevator was undergoing maintenance.

Your car didn’t start.

The train line that connected to your university campus was experience delays.

The unfortunate events ended briefly while you took your test and as you exited the room you weren’t sure if you had passed of failed.

But your luck continued to plummet downwards as you walked to your next lecture, this time you were bombarded with much larger, more unforgiving revelations in the span of a few minutes.

Your boss had texted you with the infamous “Come see me before your shift” text several of your ex-co-workers had received prior to being fired to save money.

Your boyfriend had texted that he wanted break up, spouting every single cliché line in the book.

Your best friend and roommate called you to apologise about your now ex-boyfriend, only to tell you that she was the reason you had broken up and that they were going on a date later that evening. (“I’m sorry, but don’t wait up.” Her voice had been too chirpy to be apologetic.)

And then your father had called, breaking to you the news that your mother had been hospitalised. (“Nothing too serious,” he assured you, “but she wants you visit her when you have time dear.”)

And as you left your final lecture of the day, you were physically unable to handle any more bad news.

You were tired and you just wanted to go home and hibernate until next year.

You had two hours to kill before your final shift of work, and you spent most of that time walking around aimlessly across campus, looking for something - anything - to take your mind off of the horrible day you had just had.

“Maybe the Humanities building isn’t the best place to distract myself…” You mumbled, turning around and heading towards the direction of the quad.

The sun beamed down, illuminating the bright green grass that was exposed in amongst the lounging university students. Scattered around the walkways of the area were the usual booths of people handing out flyers for a concert or fundraiser, their yelling and calls for attention mixed together into an ignored cacophony.

But in between the usual protesters and student clubs, your eye caught sight of someone standing off to the side with a familiar sign; FREE HUGS.

It wasn’t uncommon to see someone offering the prospect of free hugs around the campus; there was always someone having a terrible day.

The person with the FREE HUGS sign was a new face, a guy with dyed orange hair that was ruffled hap-hazardly across his forehead. His charming smile brought over hoards of people - mainly girls - to take him up on his offer. From afar, you could tell he was attractive - hell, most of the people in your university were.

Your feet dragged your body towards him.

You needed a hug.

You just needed someone to tell you that the day would be over; that it could only go up from here.

The guy’s last ‘client’ walked away with a shy smile, the hugger waving to her as she left the quad entirely. As you neared, he turned into your direction, sending you a comforting smile.

“Need a hug?” He inquired as you stopped in front of him, the light and airy tone in his voice was music to your ears.

“You have no idea…” You replied, your voice cracked as you tried not to lose your mind in front of the stranger.

He opened his arms as an invitation, “Bring it in, stranger.”

You stepped into his embrace, wrapped your arms around your torso as his own settled around your shoulders. Your buried your head into his shoulder and you felt his hand rub up and down your back comfortingly. The hug was perfect, and the cologne he was wearing was heavenly.

“You want to talk about it?” He mumbled, continuing to pat your back in a steady rhythm.

“You’re just offering free hugs, stranger, not counselling lessons.” You answered, smiling slightly at his concern.

“Well, I mean, you’re the first person who’s hugged me that seems genuinely distraught…” He laughed truthfully. “And it’s unhealthy to keep things bottled up, so you may as well tell someone, stranger.”

As you pulled away from his warm hug you told him everything, watching as he shook his head at the appropriate moments. His hand shot out to rub your shoulder sympathetically, the smile he once wore disappeared from his handsome features.

“And now, I have to go into work and then get fired by my asshole of a boss.” You finished with a huff. “Huh, that made me feel a little better.”

“See? Free Hugs guy is always right!” He grinned, the smile returning to his face. “I’m glad you feel better, though, no one deserves to go through all of that in a day.”

“Really, thank you…?”

“Jimin. Nice to meet you…?”

“[Y/N].” You answered, shaking his hand at the end of your introductions.

“So [Y/N],” Jimin said as he took a sweeping glance around the quad, “did you have time before work to, I don’t know, maybe go and catch a coffee?”

You opened and closed your mouth, quickly checking the time on your phone. “I- sorry, I can’t. Even if I’m getting fired, I can’t afford to be late.”

Jimin nodded understandingly.

“Can I take a raincheck? Here,” you brandished your phone out for him to take, “we’ll exchange numbers, we’ll reorganise.”

Jimin laughed and took your phone from your grasp, placing his phone unlocked phone into your hands for you to use. After a few seconds you re-exchanged phones, matching smiles on your face.

“I’ll text you then.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

“How about one more hug for the road?” Jimin asked, arms open for one last hug. You laughed and accepted, taking the opportunity to gain one last reassuring hug before your day continued on its downward spiral.

“Thanks Jimin, really… I really appreciate it.” You murmured as you pulled away from his grip. He waved his hand.

“Don’t mention it, [Y/N].” He brushed off the gratitude.

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but laugh.

You thought you’d never needed a stranger to hug you on a bad day.

Then again, you also never thought that meeting said stranger would have been the best thing to happen during your bad day.

You’re Spiderman?

Request: Hi! I love your imagines and I was wondering could you write an imagine where reader and peter are in college and peter tries to balance his college and superhero duties without letting the reader know about his secret but it doesn’t work out and the reader finds out.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Very mild language.

Word count: 1,310

A/N: I am seriously running out of gifs. I’m sorry I haven’t been posting that often, but I’ll try to. Also: I’m gonna post some exciting news for Star Wars fans later so…

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You’re Spiderman?

You felt your foot bump against a rock on the ground as your body lurched forward, sending thousands of papers and binders spilling out on the ground in front of you.

As you fell, you extended your arms to lessen the impact, but to no avail.

“Dammit.” You mumbled as you hit the ground, raising your head to see if any one had seen you fall. Luckily enough, everyone kept minding their own business, the whole campus buzzing with activity as college students hurried in every direction to get to their lectures on time.You propped yourself on your elbows, trying to lift yourself off the concrete pathways. Pushing your knees against the ground you finally stood up, steadying yourself so you wouldn’t fall again.

Looking down at your possessions that were now sprawled over the floor, you realised that nobody seeing you fall wasn’t so good after all, because it meant nobody would help you pick your stuff up. Grumbling, you knelt down, collecting a few papers in your hand.

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college/uni criteria

the college center at my school distributed this list last week, and i thought i’d share it - obviously not every question will be relevant to you, but it’s a great way to figure out what matters!


  • what standardized tests are required for admissions to this school?
  • when is the admissions deadline?
  • what percentage of applicants was accepted last year?
  • what is the average rank/grade point average of currently enrolled freshmen?
  • what were the average act and sat scores of currently enrolled freshmen?
  • how selective are the admissions standards at this institution?
  • what is the recommended high school academic preparation program for this school?
  • does this school require letters of recommendation?
  • does this school require a personal essay? 
  • does this school offer early decision/action admissions?


  • does this school have the major/program i’m interested in?
  • what is the reputation of the department or major i’m interested in?
  • what is the student/faculty ratio for undergraduate courses?
  • how may courses do most undergraduate students take each term?
  • who teaches introductory courses - faculty members or teaching assistants?
  • what is the average class size of introductory courses?
  • what is the format of the school calendar?
  • how many courses will i need to graduate?
  • does this college offer dual majors?
  • is there an honors program?
  • does this school offer a cooperative education program?
  • what opportunities are there for independent study?
  • are there exchange programs with other schools?
  • what opportunities are there to study abroad?
  • are internships in my field available?
  • what percentage of students go on to graduate school?

student body

  • what is the size of the freshman class?
  • what is the total enrollment?
  • how diverse is the student body (economically, ethnically, geographically, etc.)?
  • what is the male/female ratio?
  • what is the general orientation of students (academic, scientific, social service, arts, etc.)?

student services and programs

  • will i be assigned an academic counselor or a faculty advisor to help me choose my courses?
  • is there a career counseling center for help with resume writing, interviewing, and job placement?
  • is there a personal counseling center?
  • will i have access to health care on campus?

student life

  • are there theaters, concert halls, or galleries nearby?
  • are there movie theaters, restaurants, or sports complexes nearby?
  • does the school regularly sponsor dances, concerts, guest speakers, etc.?
  • is there an extracurricular activity i’m interested in on campus?
  • are intramural sports available?
  • what percentage of students lives on campus and what percentage commutes?
  • what role do fraternities and sororities play on campus?
  • how politically active is the student body?
  • how religiously active is the student body?
  • what are the most popular activities/clubs on campus?
  • what is the crime rate on campus?
  • are cars allowed on campus?
  • does this school have an honor code?

housing and dining facilities

  • are the dorms co-ed or single sex?
  • are apartments available for off-campus housing?
  • will dorms be available after my freshman year?
  • are there fraternity/sorority houses available?
  • how close are the dorms to the classrooms and dining facilities?
  • are there any “special” dorms available (languages, honors, international, etc.)?
  • are most freshman dorm rooms singles, doubles, triples, or quads?
  • are there a variety of food plans available?

campus facilities

  • how is the library (to study, do research, are the hours convenient, etc.)?
  • how are the recreation facilities?
  • how are the sports facilities?
  • how accessible are the computer labs?
  • how are the music practice rooms?
  • is the student center a comfortable place to hang out?
  • what condition are the buildings on campus in?

cost and financial aid

  • what is the total cost to attend this school (including tuition, room and board, books and supplies, travel expenses, and living expenses)?
  • are there any special fees for my particular program or major?
  • what percentage of students receive financial aid?
  • what is the average financial aid package?
  • does this school offer institutional scholarships?
  • are there opportunities to find on-campus jobs?
  • does this school offer tuition payment options?
  • are scholarships available for first-generation students?

anonymous asked:

I'd have been surprised if you hadn't gotten the scholarship. You're very smart & clever. It was a forgone conclusion

Wellll, it was also about who on campus is actively contributing to the LGBT community and doing good work there, and there are a lot of people at my school who do a lot of really excellent work in that area (woo!). But thank you!

How to Write a “Why Us?” Essay - Part 2

Part 2: What to Include in Your Essay

Earlier we discussed what to avoid when writing your “Why Us?” college application essays. Today, let’s get positive and talk about what should be in there.

DO: Think of this as a “Why we are perfect for each other” essay.
Imagine you’re on a date and the person sitting across from you leans in to ask, “So, why do you like me?” You can’t just say, “Because you’re hot.” You’re gonna need to be a little more specific. How do you do this? Here’s how:

DO: Fold a piece of paper in half to create two columns, then at the top label one “What I want” and the other “What they have.”
As you’re researching the school, bullet-point 10-15 specific, concrete reasons why you and the school are a great match for one another.

So, for example, if the school has a music and medicine program, put that in the right column. Next to it, in the left column, say why that’s the perfect program for you. Or maybe you’re interested in studying Chinese? Put that it in the left column and then look for something related to learning Chinese that the school offers—either academically or extracurricularly (an actual word but don’t use it in your essay)—and put that it in the right column. How does this help? It takes your essay from:

“Michigan’s well-known legacy, its fantastic football team and spectacular location in Ann Arbor are just a few reasons why I believe UM is the place for me.” #supergeneric


“I look forward to Academic Argumentation (225) and Professional Writing (229), as I believe these courses will provide me with a firm basis in journalistic writing technique and improve my abilities to write analytically and develop well-supported arguments. Furthermore, the Professional Writing course will teach me how to write in a concise, straightforward style, a skill vital to a journalist.” #likeaboss

See what he’s done there?

DO: Mention specific classes, professors, clubs and activities that you will actually be excited about being a part of.
And don’t BS it. Imagine yourself on campus as a freshman. What are you doing? What conversations are you having? How are you involved? I want to say “You can’t get too specific,” although I’m sure you could if you try … On a scale of 1-10, with 1 being “I want to be involved in all the campus activities!” and 10 being “There was a particular student’s dorm window I looked in during the campus walking tour and I saw her reading a Microecon book and drinking a Strawberries Wild from Jamba Juice—my favorite—and I thought—” (Slow down, creeper. And how did you know what flavor it was??) Anyway, keep it at like a 7 or an 8. And make sure all your details are relevant and appropriate. Here’s a good gauge to know what’s relevant and appropriate. Ask:

  • Am I showing that I’ve done my research?
  • Am I demonstrating my intelligence?
  • Am I connecting what they have to with what I have?

If you’re doing all three, keep it in. If you’re not doing any of these, consider cutting. And I know I said that third thing already, but it’s worth repeating: often students only say why the school is awesome. But remember that this essay is not about why the school is awesome. The school knows it’s awesome; the admissions readers spend a lot of their time telling students like you why it’s awesome.

Finally …

DO: Remember this is another chance to show a few more of your skills/talents/interests/passions.
Make a list of 10 things you definitely want the school to know about you. Ask yourself: are all these values/qualities in my main essay or another supplement? If not, the “Why us?” may be a place to include a few more details about who you are. But remember: connect it to some awesome opportunity/program/offering at or near the school.

Okay, I said I was finished but here’s one more: If the school doesn’t have a particular program/opportunity you’re looking for, don’t freak out. Look at this not as a dead end, but as an opportunity.

DO: Offer to start something.
And by “something” I mean a club, group, or activity.

Fair warning here, though:

DON’T: Offer to start something that you probably can’t start.
Your freshman year, for example, you probably won’t start a brand new International Studies and Dance double major. You might, however, offer to start the school’s first West Indian Dance Company. Which reminds me:

MAKE SURE THEY DON’T ALREADY HAVE A WEST INDIAN DANCE COMPANY. Or whatever it is you’re offering to start.

And I’m not saying you shouldn’t push for that International Studies and Dance double major once you’Re there … just get into the school first.

You can push for the double major your sophomore year.

Click here for Part 1 of this series.

The signs as college students

Aries: joins a big sorority/fraternity

Taurus: skips class to take naps or get food

Gemini: dates all the really hot upperclassmen guys/girls

Cancer: stresses and cries about bad grades all the time

Leo: crashes all the fraternity and sorority parties

Virgo: keeps a set schedule everyday for classes, study times, and chores

Libra: wants to switch their major every year

Scorpio: often studies and plays video games in their dorm

Sagittarius: Yik yaks about annoying or strange things on campus

Capricorn: waits until the last minute for assignments and is up all night studying

Aquarius: the artsy hipster who enjoys getting hot tea in the cafeteria every morning

Pisces: involved in campus activities and enthusiastically gives tours of the college to incoming freshmen

Personal Vendetta (Part 2)

your best friend meets your boyfriend aka nathan’s not too sure about your choice

(not a direct sequel, but the same idea as the first one - part 1)

word count: 2,779

The room you were in was too loud that you could barely hear Nathan on the other line. He mentioned how he was going to be late and couldn’t come to your parent’s party until later in the night due to sponsorship related things. You immediately felt the urge to panic at his late arrival. He was supposed to be coming for the first half of the party and then leaving later because he still had his usual early morning practice. Apparently it looked like it was going to be the other way around. You had specifically planned it a certain way for a reason, and it looked like the thing you were trying to keep a secret was no longer going to be one.

“Honey is everything alright?” Your mother asks. All you can do is nod and tell her things are fine, you don’t want to ruin your parents’ anniversary party by bringing in unwanted drama.

“Is Nathan not coming?”

“He’s coming, just going to be late…” You tell her and she immediately smiles, “Oh good I was starting to get worried.”

Your parents, especially your mother loved your best friend. They would often tease you about when you were getting married; you would just laugh along because the thought was humorous. Getting married to Nathan was something you had thought about once when you first met him because let’s face it. He’s absolutely perfect, and what girl wouldn’t want that? You just couldn’t see him ever really feeling the same, not to mention with his schedule it was hectic enough being his best friend, you couldn’t imagine wife. You two had made one of those typical “if we’re both single by 30 we’ll get married” deals with one another, but you didn’t see it coming true. 30 was just around the corner for both of you and you definitely didn’t feel ready to get married.

“And Matty?”

Your stomach churned, “He’ll probably be here around the same time as Nathan.”

Matty King was the secret you had been hiding from Nathan for months. You didn’t mean for it to happen at all, but it just did. When you first started dating Matty you knew it would probably be a given to introduce him to your best friend, but you kind of ended up skipping Nathan and introduced him to everyone else. You didn’t have to lie all that much, a lot of the time Nathan would be gone for meets and you didn’t need to make excuses about why you couldn’t hang. It just came so naturally.

You felt as though you couldn’t let Matty and Nathan meet, and there were a couple reasons as to why. First off Nathan’s opinion was vastly important to you and you were having fun with Matty, you didn’t want Nathan overtly pointing out the obvious things wrong with your relationship and ending things right there. Also, Matty and Nathan were very different from each other, them together in the same room was sure to be a disaster and you had evidence as to why. All three of you had gone to school together at Cal, and Sophomore year you never heard the end of how much Nathan hated “that Mathew guy” in his Biology class. At the time that was something you definitely took with a heavy heart because your best friend didn’t usually hate people. Therefore you also decided to hate this guy too, it was only right.  

That was until a couple of months ago when you had run into him at the local farmers market. You both had vague recollections of who the other was, mostly him knowing you from being Nathan’s friend and for the brief period of time that you had been involved in on campus activism.

“Didn’t you run through every class protesting the raise of tuition?” He had asked. You just blushed and nodded. Your interaction with him was sweet, and he had teased you a bit which you kind of liked. After exchanging phone numbers you both texted for a while until he finally asked you out, and the rest was history.

You had promised yourself you would tell Nathan sooner or later, it just never came up until now. There was no way you could avoid it, Nathan and Matty were going to interact tonight and you would have to introduce Matty as your boyfriend. The boyfriend you didn’t tell Nathan about for months.

You couldn’t focus on talking to guests; you just kept looking at the door waiting for one of them to show up. There was no way you could concentrate.

As you talked to one of your many relatives you felt two hands cover your eyes and the classic, “guess who?” be said. Instead of answering, to avoid an awkward situation you simply turned around to see Matty. Smiling, you give him a kiss.

“How late am I?” He asks.

“You’re on time. Right when I told you to be here.”

He puts his arm around you, “Do I get another kiss for promptness?” You giggle, “Why of course.”

After you kiss him again you feel your eyes floating towards the door once again and it’s clear Matty has noticed. “What’s going on babe?” You and Matty had never really talked about Nathan, but deep down you could tell that he had the same sort of dislike towards your best friend as he had for him.

“So I’m sorry for kind of just dropping this on you, but Nathan’s going to be here soon and I kind of never told him about us.” He furrows his eyebrows, “What do you mean you never told him?” Just as your about to answer him, out of the corner of your eye you’re able to see your 6’7” best friend walk in, standing high above everyone else in the party.

“Wait here for a minute.” You don’t wait for Matty’s response you walk off, squeezing through people to get to Nathan at the doorway. As soon as he catches sight of you, you feel his arms being wrapped around you. “Hello.” You murmur into his shoulder, crushed by his strong arms.

He lets go of you smiling, “Hi.”

You find it hard to look into his eyes, you had been keeping a part of your life away from him for the last couple of months and you felt as though you didn’t deserve to stare into those warm eyes. Your best friend could tell something was off and he placed a hand on your shoulder, “What’s going on?” For some reason, both of the men in your life seemed to know your tell, you definitely had to change it up soon.

No matter how you presented the situation to Nathan he would be caught off guard and perhaps horribly upset with you. Somehow you just had to manage to get it out.

“Nathan… You know I love you very much.” Looking down, he blushes a bit, “I know that.”

“And I would never want to do anything to hurt you.” You say and he frowns a bit but nodding as a sign for you to continue.

“Well Matty is here…”

Nathan twists his face together in confusion, clearly trying to search the back of his brain for who this Matty person is. “Who?” He asks.

“Matty. You know Matthew. King.”

“You mean from school?” You nod once and he continues to question, “What is he doing here? Why is he at your parents’ anniversary party?”

Averting your eyes away from him once again you answer, mumbling most of your words, “He’s kind of my boyfriend… And has been for a couple of months.”

Although your speech is almost inaudible he’s able to catch what your saying and his eyes widen, “Kind of? A couple of months?”

Just before you can say anything your interrupted by none other then Matty. He grabs ahold of your hand and looks at Nathan, “What’s going on man?”

Judging by Nathan’s stance you can tell he has no want to talk to Matty, but then he looks at you and sighs, “Not much man. Just trying to have a conversation with my best friend.”

“Oh sorry about that. Just thought I would come and find my girlfriend.” You roll your eyes at both of the boys being extremely ridiculous. You knew that they didn’t like each other and this first meeting wouldn’t be the easy, but judging by the way it was starting it was only going to get worse.

“Why don’t we get a drink? Nathan, do you want a drink?” You say trying to avert the attention away from their behavior. Nathan smiles at you and then looks at Matty, “I would love one, thanks y/n.”

As you walk to the table for refreshments you can’t help but completely regret the decision you made in all of this, because obviously it was the wrong one. Maybe this is what you deserved.

Pouring Nathan a drink you hand it to him, which he takes with a smile and a wink, Matty watching the whole time with a bitter stare. You can see your mother watching the three of you from the other side of the room. This was definitely where you wanted this to happen, at a family party in front of a bunch of relatives you talk to twice a year.

As soon as you give Matty a drink, you’re all left standing in uncomfortable silence. Well except for the glares Nathan and Matty were exchanging, otherwise those were louder than words.

Matty is the one who breaks the silence surprising enough, “So y/n mentioned you have early practices. I guess that means you won’t be able to stay very long. That sucks.” His tone bothers you, not liking the way your boyfriend is speaking to your best friend. “Actually I can be here as long as I want.” Nathan says, clearly wanting to stand his ground.  

“That’s really cool man, I know how hard it is to be a swimmer. Traveling all the time, never getting to see your family and friends as much as you want. Don’t worry though, I’ve been keeping y/n company while you’ve been away.” Matty puts an arm around your waist and you suddenly feel strangely uncomfortable in his grasp.

Nathan grits his teeth and takes another sip of his drink, “Thanks. You know, as long as she’s not in the hands of a complete douchebag.”  

You have an urge to excuse yourself, to be anywhere else but there. However, you know how leaving them alone together would only make the situation more detrimental than it already was. Taking a large drink of the alcohol in your cup you decide that it was probably better to do this intoxicated than sober.

Somehow, just somehow you had managed to make it to the end of your parents’ party. You had told your mother and father to head to sleep and you would clean up the living room before you left to go home. Luckily you also had Nathan to help who had so kindly volunteered to stay behind. Matty unfortunately had to leave, partly because of work the next day and partly because cleaning wasn’t “his thing.”

You and Nathan had worked in silence for most of pickup duty and you could tell that he was mad at you. Mad that you hadn’t told him anything about Matty, just dropping him with it all at once and mad that this whole night was terrible. You didn’t get to spend any time with your best friend, it was just really uncomfortable.

You hadn’t heard Nathan’s voice since he volunteered to help that when he speaks your caught off-guard, “I seriously can’t believe you’re dating him.” Looking up from the black garbage bag you were currently throwing empty paper plates in you tell him how you really feel, “He’s actually really cool when you get to know him.”

Nathan snorts and pulls out the broom from the hall closet, “I don’t want to get to know him.”

The whole night had gotten you worked up, you understood that both boys had something against the other, but couldn’t they just put it all aside for you? Or if anything put it aside for just one night? You felt done with this whole thing that you throw down the garbage bag down, “Ugh, Nathan why can’t you just give him a chance? You already had an opinion of him from so long ago and you’re sticking to it… But things change, and he’s my boyfriend now so…”

“He was a dick then, and he’s still a dick now. He hasn’t changed at all.”

“Nathan-” You begin, but he’s quit to cut you off. “Do you want to know the real reason I don’t like him?”

You look away from him, but he continues, “When we were at school together he would always ask me if I was friends with that ‘hot babe that lived in Kerr’ and make these stupid, gross comments about you.” You feel your heart fall a bit, thinking about Matty saying things like that about you, but that was a long time ago.

You catch Nathan’s eyes again, “So? He’s different now. I like him.”

“What about our deal?” Nathan asks.

“What deal?”

He sighs as if he’s extremely disappointed in you, “Our get married at 30 deal.”

“Oh Nathan come on, you know that was just something we said one time.” You pick up the garbage bag again and continue throwing trash from the party inside. Nathan still hasn’t moved, “What do you mean something we just said?”

“I mean it’s not going to happen. Thirty is just about three years away, neither of us are ready for marriage, we’re best friends and I have Matty!”

Nathan goes over to your side of the room and catches your wrist, “Can you please stop cleaning up for one minute and just look at me?” Surprised at Nathan’s behavior, you stop. “I’m looking at you,” you say looking into his eyes.

“What if I want to?” You’re confused by his words, “Want to what?”

“To marry you. What if I want to?”

You widen your eyes, you can’t tell if he’s completely joking, just saying this because he hates Matty so much, or if he’s really being serious.

He takes your speechlessness as a sign to go on, “I love you. I love you and I’ve known it for awhile.”

He drops your wrist and you take a step back, “Nathan…”

“I love you and I don’t want you to be with anyone else except me, and I don’t want to be with anyone else except you. I need you and I want you to say yes.”

“Yes?” You mumble, barely able to make sense of the whole thing.

“Say yes to loving me back. Please.” You blink a couple of times, trying to hold back some tears that threaten to spill out if any of the wrong moves are made.

You had been so worried about the Nathan and Matty situation that you never told Nathan about him, why? Was it because they truly didn’t like each other? Or were you just afraid of telling Nathan you had found someone because you had always wanted there to be a space for him to fill?

When the two of you had made that little deal, it was something you had seen in a movie, something that you thought would be funny. Deep down at the time you hoped it would happen, but knew it more than likely wouldn’t since Nathan had beautiful, intelligent girls throwing themselves at him all day.

Nathan had always been there for you, and at the end of the day you had no problem choosing which one you would rather have in your life, Nathan or Matty.

“Yes.” You mumble.

“Yes?” He asks confused.

You give him a half smile with a tear rolling down your cheek,“Yes to loving you back.”

It’s almost as if it happens all in slow motion, he wraps his arms around your waist and leans in. You follow him until both of your lips are connected. He handles you with such a gentle touch as if he doesn’t want to break you, and you can right there and then how much waiting he’s done for you.

Breaking apart, you lean your foreheads against one another, both of you breathing harder than usual. There’s silence as you stare into each other’s eyes.

You smile at him, “My parents are going to be so happy.”

He laughs and kisses you again.