class-comp

basketball player!jungkook

author’s note: this is part of a sports series with my girl @wangpuppo (: and a request from one of my cute anonies that i miss. also, the bit with meeting a cute boy in philosophy happened irl and inspired this so heh enjoy!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

  • meet jeon jungkook, power forward of seoul university and computer science major extraordinaire
  • you would think from the size of his thighs and his arms that he was a hockey player but he assures anyone that it’s really just a hobby for him and that basketball actually has his heart
  • his mom is actually the reason how he got acquainted with the sport bc a little before he was born, she was actually a college player with a semi-pro spot ready for her until she met his dad who was actually the waterboy
  • they shyly flirted with one another until some of her teammates locked them in a supply room closet together bc it was so unbearable for everyone else to deal with their feelings (lol) so by the time they were out of the closet they were together and happily so
  • however, come around their final year in college when things go kinda wrong and she ends up pregnant with baby jeon and of course they’re ecstatic but holy shit they haven’t even graduated yet and they’re gonna have a baby and well…. she didn’t go onto the semi-pro team and jeon’s dad did his best to work hard for them while she finished getting her degree WHILE nursing jungkook for 9 months
  • to say the least mama and papa jeon managed to get through the whole ordeal with degrees
  • by the time they graduated, baby jungkook was born and he became the light of their lives and despite their initial struggles they did their best to provide the family and make it as comfortable as they could for him because dammit they brought him into this world, they wanted to make him live well too
  • the comfort of their lives came the moment papa jeon scored a position as a nutritionist and mama jeon became a physical therapist so that’s how jungkook got acquainted with the world of fitness and finding interest in the way his parents could take care of people
  • however, the moment he fell in love with basketball was when he saw his mom’s basketball tapes. all the glorious videos of her scoring that winning shot and zooming around the court with such swiftness and agility he damn near got whiplash from trying to keep up
  • and from that moment on, he wanted to play too
  • of course, his parents were very ecstatic about that and enrolled him in a community team and he excelled so damn quickly
  • for the next nineteen years of his life, he played basketball and loved every damn second of it and along the way he found an interest in computers too. (let’s just say he read a few books that his high school computer teacher gave him and he was determined to take apart a computer and put it back together - he succeeded) and so that is why he has a full ride to SU with a basketball scholarship as a compsci major
  •  anywho, seeing jungkook on the court is honestly a sight because you would expect him to be stomping around, too slow for the muscle all over his body, but jfc no he is so goddamn quick and agile. he could be on one side of the court and somehow end up right in front of the opposing member to block for his teammate to make that shot
  • he’s a great team player really, not much for the glory and usually to himself, but on a handful of occasions he’ll surprise even his members with a half-court shot
  • he doesn’t care much for the glory of the winning shot, just the feeling that basketball gives him when he’s on the court, gaining callouses from the ball, and running around until he can’t seem to feel his calves and god the happiness on his parents’ face always gets to him
  • so yeah, that’s jungkook as a basketball player - a really sweet and hardworking boy who loves to make his parents happy and to make his teammates happy too
  • remember how i mentioned how he’s a compsci major?
  • well, you’re actually a compsci minor because you find computers really fascinating and cool and unfortunately quite a few others do too so it leaves you two at a disadvantage as first years compared to the upperclassmen so you’re both resorted to taking these random General Education (GE) classes i.e intro to philosophy
  • it’s hard not to notice jungkook that’s for sure, especially when he’s lugging around his sports bag and when he’s cute as all hell in your honest opinion
  • you once told this to your friends and they never let you down about it either. honestly they’d tell you when he’d walk in or try and get you to sit by him but the closest you’ve ever gotten was probably sitting one person away and that was on the final exam day
  • on a few occasions you two would actually inadvertently glance at one another during your discussion (dear god none of your friends let you live, best believe that) but you were always too shy to approach him and he was actually quite shy himself because let’s face it baby boy is a shy nugget who only knows basketball and comp sci and some philosophy (barely tho lol but it’s okay cuz you knew the bare minimum too)
  • anyway, that quarter you didn’t get to know him as you wished and both of you ended up regretting that because damn y’all thought each other was cute. for him it was especially seeing you laugh with your friends and for you it was that little perplexed expression on his face when the professor would mention soundness and the theories about the concepts and dshgjds yeah you really wished you had taken that chance to tell him he was cute on the last day like you initially planned but was too chicken to do
  • but guess what?
  • the next quarter you see him in your intro to computers class and somehow you two end up seated by one another and although there’s no seating chart, it just becomes a thing that this is that person’s seat the moment they sit there more than twice and so you both are seated not too far from one another
  • your hair is a slight mess and your eyes are puffy while you sip your coffee and he looks fairly content albeit sleepy with his hood drawn up and you both don’t even realize it’s each other until hour two of the lab goes by
  • you’re both starting to wake up and looking around at each other cuz people are shuffling around and some are moving closer toward one another and then it strikes you that the kid with slightly ruffled hair is very familiar and then it hits you and you’re just like “wow ok holy shit cute person from that philosophy class!!!!”
  • but this isn’t enough to get you two to start talking to each other
  • that self-established seating chart has already set in notion and so there’s no honest chance in getting to know him from that and so you kinda give up because you’re very sure he probably doesn’t remember you and dammit your TA is standing over your shoulder staring at your codes with narrowed eyes (rip you but he was just playin’ cuz he liked what you had)
  • this whole exchange isn’t to say you both never talk because on this chance encounter of finding out why he lugs that damn nike bag around all the time comes full circle
  • so you do work at the infirmary, usually filing papers and the like since it’s sort of the track for your major and on a particular day comes in jungkook!
  • he looks like he’s in a lot of pain clutching his shoulder and the nurse gets him to do the necessary papers and shovels him off to the doctor who tells him that he has a pretty bad fracture and he won’t be able to play for the rest of the season (at least that’s what they think)
  • reason: some asshole from one of the other teams hit him a little too hard after one too many unnecessary roughness calls and on this blow jungkook fell a little too hard and too awkward for it to just be another minor bruise and yeah :(
  • he’s pretty devastated about this and he has to go through a bunch of testing and whatnot and as an assistant you usually run around making copies until you have to hand off some paperwork for him to fill out
  • prior to this, you noticed how most of his appointments took up his time during the labs and the lectures so you nicely set a copy of your notes with his, adding in things you figured he might need to know from the lecture since he was unable to attend and the moment he receives the large stack his eyes grow wide
  • and you’re like “oh so i remember you from my comp sci class and i figured you might these notes… -oh and those are just basic info that the doctor wanted you to sign off on and the like”
  • he blinks at you, still pretty surprised at your kindness (and totally not freaking out that such a cute person is chatting from him aka the same one he’s wanted to talk to for a while) but he flashes you a small smile (and omg you love it so much) and thanks you
  • coincidentally most of your volunteer shifts are during his appointments and whatnot so you talk every now and then, usually about the notes and eventually about your majors
  • the doctors and the nurses think it’s absolutely adorable so sometimes they let you two chat a little longer than usual just for young love to bloom <3
  • this exchange goes on from some time until he finds the guts to ask for your number when you hand him the large stack of notes in this rushed blurting of words i.e. “soumiwaswonderingificould-maybe-getyournumber??”
  • you: “wait what”
  • he looks down, cheeks quite pink, “can i -um- get your number? since y’know we have comp sci together so it’d be easier to like study for exams and talk about it and stuff…. yeah….”
  • you grin and nod, scribbling it onto one of the notes and the two of you can’t deny the butterflies and erratically beating hearts y’all have going on
  • you both see each other during his check-ups but he’s healing quite quickly thanks to having such strong bones so he may not be out for the rest of the season like they thought thankfully and so when he’s fine and his check-ups are less and less
  • so along the way, you two end up talking day by day even sitting by one another in your comp lecture because you’re semi-friends now and it’s just nice to have someone you know in that class since none of your other friends were interested in comp sci like you so nowadays you’ll text one another about the class and how your days are and those little butterflies emerge whenever you wait for his text or receive a response and you’re just like “dsjghsdjgshdgs”
  • little do you know he’s honestly the same exact way and his roommates jimin and taehyung are always like “???? WHO DAT? :D” and jungkook’s like “lol gtfo bye”
  • anyway, one day you text him about the upcoming final bc you’ll be damned if you miss out on your chance to actually ask his kid out and studying together and he agrees but it’d have to be after his practice and you ask him about his shoulder and if he’ll be good to play at championships
  • and he’s like “oh yah!”
  • and you’re like “o: woah, can i come watch? i haven’t gone to a game and i wanna see you play. prolly treat ya out if you win”
  • and ok, at first he’s a lil’ shy but he says “ok sure, just say you’re with me at the door” and you do and jin (the RA)’s at the entrance like “O: WHAT MY FLOOR CHILD HAS A GIRLFRIEND, THAT PUNK KSJHFJS” but before he can say anything else one of jungkook’s buds urges you to sit by the front and you do until you see jungkook and he looks so nervous, glancing around until his eyes settle on you and he just flashes you a grin and wave which you return as well
  • the game is going by swimmingly and you can’t help but watch jungkook especially because even though he’s the power forward he’s also very conscious of his shoulder which you were extremely worried about until you feel like you can finally breathe when your school wins and you stand with the crowd cheering like crazy
  • out of everyone tho he actually approaches you first with a grin and you’re congratulating him and he feels so elated he really just wants to take you up in his arms and kiss you tbh but he has self control and mercy bc he’s sweating like crazy
  • ngl tho he looks crazy attractive in your opinion
  • anywayy, as you two are talking since you did tell him that you’d buy him food on his win, the rest of the team’s like “yooo kook! party at jackson’s!!!! you in??”
  • and although you’re disappointed you tell him you won’t mind if he goes but he turns to you and says with a grin “nah i got plans already” and jsdkghsjgh the team goes “oOOOOoooooOoooo” but y’all ignore them and he goes “i’ll be back ok? gonna get cleaned up and we can get food?”
  • so you’re content to wait by the locker room for him, grinning af bc holy shit the cute boy you really wanted to get to know last quarter is going to dinner with you!!!!!
  • meanwhile jungkook’s so nervous and stuff cuz he plans on confessing and stuff since it just seems right and his teammates clap him on the back like “yo you got this bro!!!!!!! goood luck tho jin definitely sent him some salty messages and warnings to be safe ahahaha
  • and ok so y’all go to dinner at this nice ramen shop and it’s really great! and you two are laughing your asses off about how this one time oneo f his roomates taehyung got stuck in between the washing machines because he was so certain he could fit and how they had to call the fire department to get the boy loose and yeah ahaha
  • and he’s just in awe with how damn beautiful you look when your laughing and he just blurts out “you have a really nice laugh” when you ask him why he’s staring and you’re like “o: oh thank you…. you do too”
  • and he says “i wanna hear you laugh more and be the reason why you do….” he lets out a deep sigh, appearing a lot more nervous than before, “i like you a lot. i think you’re incredibly cute and i love that you love compsci as much as i do and talking to you these past few weeks have made me happy and god i really wanted to kiss you after the game but i didn’t want to scare you and i feel like this is a lot less eloquent than in my head so i’m sorry”
  • and you’re just in awe because damn you really planned on confessing first but you can’t deny the smile spreading on your face and you tell him “kook, i like you too. and i’d really like it if you kissed me, by the way”
  • and he’s all wide eyed but he grins and after y’all eat and you’re strolling around the city with his arm draped over your shoulders, you guys stop at the top where it overlooks the city lights and on a particular moment when you both are still and quiet and glancing at one another you lean in and do it
  • and it leads to a shocked expression on his face but he lets go of your shoulders and puts his hands on either side of your face and kisses you again
  • and ahh it’s just so damn sweet and neither of you can stop grinning because damn it really worked out as you both hoped
  • dating jungkook entails a lot of visits to his practices after you’re done with volunteering where you’ll come by with ice packs and water and snacks and usually you’ll bring enough snacks for the others who absolutely adore you for that
  • you also have a tendency to fuss over him whenever he overexerts himself because he’s a very big overachiever in sports and academics and sometimes you gotta threaten to withdraw your kisses and affections just to get him to settle down honestly
  • his roommates were so happy to hear how things turned out for you two and they go out of their way to tease him whenever you’re around and dear god Jin
  • well when he found out you two got together, he saw y’all holding hands and he literally sat you both in the lounge, brought out some snacks and just chatted with you
  • to jungkook, this was horrendous but you loved chatting with jin because he’d lay out a bunch of things about kook like how he isn’t the cleanliest and you shouldn’t be surprised to find anything and everything under his bed and how there was one time when jungkook spent an hour googling how to work the washer and dryer were right by the bulletin board in the room and that’s when kook lost it and dragged you away
  • it was then decided that jin approved of you tho
  • bc after the season when everyone is still training after, jungkook’s shoulder was bothering him and he refused to admit that he might’ve overexerted it and you stormed over to the dorm and scolded him for not taking proper care of himself before running around just to grab some ice packs and just a mini kit of dealing with this brat and jin just knew that you’d take care of this kid so he leaves y’all be and even closes the door to the dorm tho you pay no attention as kook starts opening up to you
  • even on days when he feels his worst like he feels like everyone depends on him and he’s not sure if his abilities are good enough since his shoulder’s constantly bothering him and all you think to do is give him words of advice and kissing him to let him know that he isn’t alone
  • because although you count on him, you want to be there to support him and well…. jimin and taehyung aren’t in the room and with the ice pack on his shoulder, you climb atop the bed, sitting on his lap and kissing him with more and more fervor that he reciprocates
  • you convince him to let you take care of him and you do indeed~
  • the one day he actually loses a game (bc hey no ones perfect) and you’re there doing your best to comfort him he just tells you how much he loves you and is grateful for you being there
  • and holy shit this is the first he’s told you this, you tell him you love him too and god he looks significantly happier
  • on days when you’re at your worst, he tries his best to get your mind of it, taking you on walks to your favorite places and carrying you when you’re too tired
  • other days he’ll even forgo practice, finding the frog leaps on the stairs worth it, when he can pick you up after your volunteer shift just to surprise you with snacks and a semi-well made bento box and boba and it’s just so damn sweet ok
  • you and jungkook manage to complement one another in the best way possible and when you’re both overexerting yourselves you’re there for one another to tell each other to chill
  • to say the least, both of y’all have never been more grateful for a philosophy class even if you both suffered incessantly in that damn class
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Hi guys! I’m Hannah, a new studyblr. I’ve been wanting to make one but I never did, until I decided to just set up the blog because I was inspired by a bunch of studyblrs like @studypetals, @thearialligraphyproject, @smoinerd, @etudestial, and @vestiblr. This is actually a side blog and I may be following you already. My main is a kpop blog and I’m trying to stop myself from scrolling through pictures of Korean men and actually study (lol). If you’re wondering, arasseo roughly means ‘I understand’ in Korean so my url basically means I don’t understand, which is me all the time in class. Kidding aside, I’m a junior in high school and I’m taking 4 AP classes: physics, lang & comp, statistics, and US history. I’m also taking honors Spanish and PreCalc. I’m interested in the medical field and maybe becoming a pharmacist in the future.

Anyway, I printed a blank April calendar from Pinterest so I could plan out how I’m going to study for the AP tests in May. I also bought new markers and a blank notebook that I’m going to use as my bullet journal. My new Kate Spade case came yesterday in the mail and I love it so much. Have a good day everyone!

sweetobjecttriumph  asked:

College AU. Oliver is on the baseball team and needs Felicity to tutor him to stay on the team. Or established Olicity watching baseball and Felicity is feeling frisky and distracting Oliver from the game.

(Went with the first idea–thanks!)

Only an ungrateful douchebag would throw his equipment around.  But after that meeting with his coach, Oliver Queen was ready to start throwing bats.

Why did it matter if he was flunking his computer science class?  He didn’t even know why he had registered for it in the first place.  He was a ballplayer and wouldn’t ever need computers to do his job.  Because when he got to the majors, there would be interns to do all the computery stuff for him.  

But if he didn’t pass his class with at least a C, he would be benched.  And with the draft coming up soon, he needed all the playing time he could get.  

So … he would meet this tutor that the coach had set up for him, and he’d find some way to get the damn C, and then he was gonna get drafted and go pro and be done with college.  A year was more than enough.

His hair still wet from his post-practice shower, wearing jeans and one of his jerseys, Oliver walked into the library with his backpack.  His tutor was going to meet him here–some nerd named Felicity.  Man, it was like she was destined to be a nerd with a name like that.  

“Oliver Queen?”

The voice was soft and feminine, making Oliver’s mouth quirk up.  Maybe he had gotten lucky?

“That’s what the name on my jersey says,” he began, turning to face his tutor.  Only he had to immediately look lower by about six inches, since Felicity barely came up to his shoulder.  And his hopes were quickly dashed when he took her in.  A sweater vest?  Glasses?  Couldn’t Coach have gotten him a girl who was actually pretty?  Although maybe he was worried about Oliver being distracted–or seducing his tutor.  

Well, no danger of that here.  On either score.  

She held her hand out to him.  “Felicity Smoak, your comp sci tutor.  Do you have a computer with you?”

“No …” he said slowly.

“How did you expect to work on assignments for a computer science class without a computer?” Felicity asked, a disapproving note in her voice.  

He shrugged and she rolled her eyes.  “Great.  I guess we’re going to the computer lab.  Follow me–I’m sure with all the work you’ve done taking care of your bat, you’ve never even been inside the library.”

Was she … ?  Oliver shook his head and stared after the sarcastic little blonde.  He hadn’t expected her to come out with an innuendo like that–especially not one that doubled as an insult.  With his long legs, he easily caught up with her.  

“So what’s your deal?”

She eyed him without really looking at him.  “My deal?  I have to tutor guys like you in order to afford eating and having a roof over my head.  When it’s someone who’s really struggling, I actually enjoy tutoring.  Getting to help someone improve, seeing them get more confident about the material.  But someone who just doesn’t care?  Excuse me for not thinking that’s cool.”

“It’s not like that …” he said, not even sure why he was protesting.  

“So what is it like?”

Oliver looked down at the tiny annoying thing, how her hands were on her hips and her chin was jutting out.  This Felicity wasn’t like anyone he had ever met before.

“I want to go pro.  So I need to play.  And to play, I need to pass this comp sci class.  So … give me a hand and help me pass the damn class, and then I’ll be out of your hair and you’ll never have to deal with me again,” Oliver said.

Her lips pouted a little, her face thoughtful.  Oliver had a fleeting through that her lips looked very kissable, but he shook it off as he waited for her answer.  

“Okay, I guess,” she said grudgingly.  “But next time, you need to bring a computer, okay?  I mean, would you show up to a game without your glove?  It’s the same thing.”

“That makes sense,” he admitted.  “Okay, I’ll bring it.  But for now, can we get started?  I’m really behind.”  

Something about him saying he needed her help made her face soften.  “Yeah, all right.  Let’s get to the lab so I can see how to help.”

Nodding, Oliver followed her the rest of the way, adjusting his backpack.

XXX

When he left the lecture hall on the day of the final, Oliver looked around the quad, searching for the only person he wanted to see right now.  

A slow smile grew when he spotted Felicity, tapping away at a tablet and squinting.  With how smart she was, she had finished their comp sci final well before him, but he had known she would wait for him.  The sunshine fell over her, bringing out her hair and making her the brightest thing he had ever seen.  

Over the course of the semester, Oliver had gotten to see beyond her tart tongue and feisty attitude, to the brilliant, tender, caring girl underneath.  The girl who had gotten hurt and had developed a mask to protect herself.  

The girl who had totally changed his own attitude and approach.  The girl who had opened his eyes to so many things.  The girl he had fallen for.  

“Felicity!” he called out, hurrying towards her.

She looked up and a huge smile appeared on her face.  “Oliver!” she said, waving to him.  “How did it go?” she asked as he approached.  

Instead of answering her, Oliver wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet in an all-encompassing, swing-in-a-circle hug, just like in a movie.

“Pass or fail, it doesn’t matter,” he said softly into her ear.  “Because meeting you is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Oliver,” she said, pushing at him.  He stopped moving and loosened his grip enough for her to be able to look at him.  “I know you passed, with how hard you worked.  And now, you’ll be able to play and make a good impression on the scouts and get drafted number one.”  

Hesitantly, he reached out and stroked her cheek.  “I’m not going to be the number one pick.”  

Slowly, she licked her lips.  “You are to me.”

“Felicity,” he breathed out, just before he kissed her.  

It turned out that Felicity was right on both counts.  He did pass and he did get drafted number one.  He missed what would have been his third major league game in order to see Felicity graduate.  And then, six years later, he missed his nine hundredth game in order to graduate himself.

And cheering as loud as she did whenever she watched him play was Felicity.  His wife.

End.

Strength and Guidance

Part One of One Dance (A Check Please Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head) Also on AO3

Read Polyfarms companion fic here

For @ransomwee Prompt: Celebration.

Justin is a junior in high school. He knows exactly three things about his soulmate. One, she’s around his age. Two, she’s definitely American. Three, she has a thing for musical theater. 

Ever since puberty. Everybody stares at me. Boys, girls. I can’t help it baby.

Justin, or Ranser as his hockey team knew him, sighs. He’s knee-deep in a practice SAT test. He knows his soulmate is American, so that’s where he’s planning to go for university. Even if they don’t end up at the same school, it’ll be exponentially easier to find her if they don’t have an international border between them. 

So be kind. And don’t lose your mind. Just remember. That I’m your baby.

Allow me to kiss your hand, be your man,” Ranser interrupts. “You know, I’ll understand…You see where I’m from, WC, I’m from Nigeria,” he murmurs. “Omo, you know say na criteria.” 

Justin doesn’t know what skipping ahead in a song does to the music inside his soulmate’s mind. But he’s not one for singing,really. He finds the songs that suit his message and sticks lyric-less songs otherwise. Many reactionary music genres nowadays were mainly instrumental to resist the idea of finding soulmates through consumerism. It’s not that he didn’t care about his soulmate. But it’s one less thing to worry about if he has separate music for communicating with her and for enjoying for himself. Afrobeat has been particularly effective in balancing out her more…exuberant tunes. 

He can’t fault her for her love of Lady Gaga, but priorities take precedent over fun time. As if she understands his protests, the music dies down. Justin takes a deep breath, resuming his test. He can only hope she doesn’t do this during the real exam time. Although most administrators were understanding, it was a three strikes policy for singing during an exam. 

If there’s one thing Justin’s learned about his soulmate, it’s that she sung everything she felt. 

_/.\_ 

“What if I got a double major in music and economics?” Adam, or Birker, asks his teammate, Hobbs, one movie night his last year in Juniors. 

Hobbs eyes him incredulously. “Why?” 

Adam shrugs, “my soulmate listens to a lot of cool music.”

“So? Fucking congrats,” he snarks. 

“No man, it’s like,” Adam gestures with two hands at the space in front of the coffee table. “Most of the stuff they like isn’t pop and doesn’t even have lyrics. Which fucking sucked when we were younger, right?”

“Sure,” he concedes. 

“I learned how to play the piano and some other instruments so I could figure out what songs they were — and now I have all this musical knowledge that I won’t be able to use ever again.”

“Because…” Hobbs prompts. 

“Because when I find them, what the fuck do I need to know this shit for anymore? If they like something, they can just show it to me.” 

Hobbs rolls his eyes, “be a music major. Become a fucking teacher why don’t you?”

“You think I could handle that?” Adam inquires seriously. 

“I think your other option is to get famous writing music, and fat chance of that ever happening,” Hobbs chirps.

“Thanks, you’re helpful,” Birker rolls his eyes dramatically. 

“I don’t get why you’re going to college anyway,” Hobbs jabs him in the ribs. 

“I’m not doing the draft, bro,” Adam reminds him curtly. 

“Oh c’mon,” Hobbs eggs him on, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I miss my chance to meet my soulmate in college, I spend four years in fucking Syracuse before I get called up. I retire at 32 if I’m lucky with no degree or skills.”

“Except music,” Hobbs chirps. 

“Except music,” Adam parrots. 

Brownie comes back with a bowl full of popcorn and a bag of Twizzlers. “What’d I miss?”

“Birker’s whinning about his soulmate again,”  Hobbs replies.

“What else is new,” Calvin shouts from the kitchen. 

“Can we start the fucking show already?” Adam shouts back.

“Yeah,” Calvin comes running in, hopping onto the first body he sees (Adam).

Adam frowns when Calvin won’t get off his lap. “I really hate you sometimes.”

“Taking your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. 
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot,” the four boys chorus. 

“Man, I hope for your sake she’s funny,” Brownie tells Birker. 

Adam laughs hollowly. He’s very convinced that his soulmate’s a dude. Which is fine, Adam’s as bi as the day is long. The way Calvin looks back at him pointedly, reinforces his suspicions that he’s not the only queer guy on the team.

Which is exactly why he’s going to Samwell. It was one of the queerest schools in the country. He had no assurance that his soulmate will find him there. But at the very least, he can have four years away from the quite chaos of hockey. The NHL was still ignoring the fact that a good third (or more) of their players weren’t straight. The press was constantly writing soulmates off as “platonic”, and Adam was not about to put up with that any time soon. He wanted to go to school, do something he loves, and fall in love. Why was that too much to ask for?

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allirica  asked:

Stiles/Scott

Scott almost fails his late afternoon English Comp I class freshman year because that’s the best time to Skype with Stiles. Being several time zones apart makes it tough to stay in touch, but they still talk every night.

The fact that Scott doesn’t care that he almost fails when the alternative is not seeing Stiles every night is his realization that maybe there’s more to his feelings for Stiles than he’s ever realized.

When Stiles comes home from DC for Christmas break, Scott meets him at the airport, waving a sign covered in glitter that Malia and Liam made, and he drops it as soon as he sees Stiles because he has to hug him.

They stand in the airport hugging for a solid ten minutes, not saying anything, just holding each other and breathing in the scent that isn’t possible to share via Skype. When they pull apart finally, Scott just looks into Stiles’ eyes, and Stiles’ flashes that crooked little smile of his, and Scott grins because they’ve just said everything they need without uttering a word.

Stiles kisses Scott first. As soon as they leave the airport, he pushes him against the Jeep and gives him one of those kisses that Scott’s seen in movies but never really thought were real. It’s a kiss that promises him a lifetime, and Scott returns it eagerly, knowing it’s just the first of many.

blueberries & bad boys;

member- taehyung

genre- fluff, au

words- 1,652

summary- he was bad, but he was also good. badboy!au

a/n- i didn’t have time to proofread, so i’m sorry! but taehyung’s “wings” short film inspired me for this, so i hope you enjoy! (also, come scream to me about wings!!!) 

Originally posted by yoongukie

He was practically a national treasure.

Girls ‘ooh'ed and ‘ahh'ed as he walked around campus, notoriously wearing a red leather jacket with a cherry red sucker hanging from his lips- which happened to be permanently stuck in a smirk. Red was kind of his thing.

Honestly, Kim Taehyung may have been the most gorgeous human being you had ever had the joy in seeing. You couldn’t believe that he was a real human being and not an angel sent down from heaven to grace you with his good looks. Though, you weren’t the only person who thought that, which kind of made having a major crush on him absolutely fucking terrible.

You sighed and drew your eyes away from his figure and down at your notepad. You were trying your best to create a poem good enough to turn into your professor, but everything has came out too bland or trite. Frustration was beginning to creep into your finger tips as you scribbled on the paper, accidentally breaking the lead from the pencil.

“Harsh,” a deep, gravelly voice said from your right. You snapped your head up and over to see the mystery man, and you were immediately shocked to see him standing only a few feet from you.

“Well, you know…never liked pencils much.” Wow, how smooth Y/N, you thought.

He smiled and stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, taking a seat beside you on the metal bench. “They are pretty dispicable.” He removed his lollipop from his mouth. “I’m Taehyung.”

You snorted. “As if I don’t know who you are,” you replied, then instantly regretted it. You were not playing it cool.

He cocked his head to the side. “Oh?”

You looked down at your sneakers, scraping the toe against the dirt. “Uhm, well, it’s just that you’re, uh…pretty popular and stuff. Everybody knows who you are.”

“I just care that you know my name…” He paused and placed a big, warm hand on your knee, which made you jolt slightly. “…Y/N.”

He winked and stood up, turning around and sauntering back the way he came. Your heart pounded hard in your chest, making it hard for your lungs to focus on breathing. Your whole body tingled with excitement and anxiety. What made him come over to you, of all people? You weren’t even one of the popular, pretty girls on campus who go to parties and flirt with boys. You were the girl who wore her Converse almost every day and spent her nights watching cartoons, which directly translated to Not Cool Enough for Kim Taehyung.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever be.

But miraculously, from that day on, Taehyung began to talk to you at least once a day. At first, it was always something simple, like if you had any exams coming up or if you had a good morning. Things only began to evolve into something more intimate when one day Taehyung showed up in the hallway after of your Comp class with a small, plastic package in his hands.

“These are for you,” he said and placed the gift into your hands.  You looked up at him, confused.

“You bought me something?” you questioned. You two had barely spoken for more than five minutes at a time, and he was buying you presents?

He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, kind of. Just look.”

You pull the lid off the box, and are greeted with a sweet smell almost immediately. “Blueberries?”

A pink blush spread across his cheeks. “Yeah, you said they were your favorite fruit and my grandma runs a small blueberry farm outside of town…so I went and got some for you.”

You smiled. “You know, guys normally bring the girl flowers, not fruit,” you teased as you shyly locked eyes with him.

He chuckled and grabbed onto your hand, pulling you along with him. “Who said I was normal?”

It became a tradition for you two. Every Thursday, Taehyung would bring you a box of the best blueberries his grandmother produced and you’d happily accept them. Most days, you two would share them while sitting beneath a large oak tree in the campus green, telling each other stories or playing 20 questions.

But today was different.

You had been in the middle of sharing a story about your childhood dog, playing with Taehyung’s ring-clad fingers simultaneously, when they approached. “They” happened to be the worst frat boys on campus.

“Look at Taehyung finally settling down,” a blonde one said with a mocking smirk on his face. You instinctively gripped Taehyung’s fingers tighter as the group got closer to the two of you. He gave you a reassuring squeeze back.

“Get lost,” he told them simply, not paying attention to their childish behavior and tossing a blueberry into his mouth. He pretended to ignore them as he pulled you closer to his side and urged you to continue talking.

“Oh give me a break. Quit acting like you’re a nice guy,” one said with a disgusted look on his face. Taehyung tensed up slightly at that comment, but he quickly relaxed. You knew he was good, and few douche’s opinions weren’t going to change your mind.

One stepped closer, which made Taehyung move slightly in front of you. The guy noticed, but didn’t comment. Instead, he smirked. “Is that what he brings you everyday? Blueberries? How fucking cheesy.” The dude chuckled darkly and looked at you with fake pity. “Newflash, sweetie. He only does all this to get in your pants.”

It was this that made Taehyung rise to his feet and confront the three. “Look, I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but leave me and Y/N alone. You’re being extremely immature right now, and I have no tolerance for dicks like you. So either go on your own, or I’ll make you leave.” You had never heard him be so serious before, so intimidating.

The guy didn’t budge. “What are you gonna fucking do about it, huh? Please, live up to your bad boy persona so your little bitch can see how much of an ass you actually are.”

It wasn’t a second later that the same guy was lying on the ground, holding his jaw. Taehyung unclenched his fist, his own sinister smile taking over his features. “If you ever come near us- or her- again, you won’t just get a brusied jaw. Now, I suggest you leave before things get a little out of hand,” he said firmly, with an air of cockiness in his voice. It sent a chill down your spine. You made a mental note to never get on his bad side.

The trio scrambled off, grumbling about how they would’ve totally won the fight if it went any further. You rose to your feet and approached Taehyung, grabbing his hand to examine it. “Your knuckle is bleeding,” you said softly.

Taehyung shrugged. “It’s okay.”

You shook your head. “I need to clean it up for you,” you insisted and began to drag him towards the direction of your apartment.

He rolled his eyes, but let you drag him. “It’s really okay, Y/N. I’m a big boy.”

You shook your head. “I understand. But, you protected me. So, it’s my turn to help you.”

“I don’t expect you to repay me for things like that. I don’t expect you to repay me for anything at all,” he assured you, but it fell on deaf ears. You were going to help him whether he liked it or not.

Your apartment was luckily not far from your university- only a few blocks, to be exact. After dragging Taehyung up the steps to your floor, you unlock your door and usher him inside. “Go sit on the couch and wait for me.”

He grumbled, but followed your instructions and took a seat. You scrambled around to find your first aid kit, quickly returning to Taehyung’s side. You didn’t want to give him too much time to snoop around your house. Not that you had anything to hide, but still.

“Give me your hand,” you ordered as you took a seat on the coffee table in front of Taehyung. He obeys.

“This is unnecessary, Y/N. I’ve had tons of injuries without cleaing them and such,” he told you, which made you gasp.

“Don’t tell me these things! Do you know how many infections you could’ve had?” you exclaimed while dabbing his bloody knuckle with a alcohol-soaked Q-tip. He laughed at your excessive worry.

“Y/N, I’m fine. Why do you care so much?” he asked honestly, which made you freeze.

You subconciously began to stroke his hand, trying to calm yourself down. “Well, because…I, uh, care for you?” you answered, though it ended up sounding like a question.

“You do?” You nodded and hastily placed a small, circular bandaid that covered the cut. Taehyung noticed your nervousness and smiled. In an instant, he pulled you from the coffee table and onto his lap. You gasped. The feeling of being pressed against him was something you had never experienced, but now wished that you had every single day of your life.

“I care about you, too,” he whispered, leaning his face up to yours. Your eyelashes touched, as did the very tips of your nose. And suddenly, you were kissing.

He tasted like cherries, which you had expected. But you hadn’t expected the butterflies that tingled in your stomach as his hands rubbed up and down your back or the fireworks exploding behind your closed eyes as you realized Oh my god, I’m kissing Kim Taehyung.

You don’t remember when it happened, but it had. You had fallen for the bad boy with the scuffed up knees and big smile, who also tended to have a love for the color red. But that wasn’t the only thing he loved.

He loved you, too.

So I’m writing a short story for my senior comp class and since I am who I am I design my main duo.

So the story is about Raphael Hughes, a 16-year-old boy from a small city, traveling around the country of Caplia with his new friend, Charlotte Trouve, 17- year-old daughter of a rich aristocrat. They must find Raphael’s father and his many incredible inventions before the infamous Lord Henzler, or any of his cronies do. 

dirkjohn au where they’re both just, fucking bored idiot losers and they both make tinder accounts as girls to see how funny itll be to catfish someone. their fake profiles end up matching and they start experimentally chatting and are actually hitting it off really well so they both end up mutually roleplaying as made up lesbian college students for two months before actually just ripping that bandaid off. it turns out theyre in the same comp sci class.

Fear

I am finally returning from the abyss of un-creativity. My comp class is writing papers on fear so I’ve been shooting myself over it for about a month now and I’m finally free. But it got me thinking, what are people really afraid of?

  • Tuskishima- Aquaphobia- the fear of drowning- this boy can’t sinks like a rock and he refuses to get in the water ever
  • Kageyama-  Atelophobia- the fear of not being good enough- he’s always been one of the best, and now that he has people that depend on him, he never wants to let them down.
  • Suga- Athazagoraphobia- the fear of being forgotten or ignored- think about it, he’ll do anything to get on the court even for one second, he doesn’t want to just dissapear into the background
  • Hinata- Arachnaephobia- the fear of spiders- his sister likes to put plastic spiders in his room and he cries everytime
  • Daichi- acraphobia- the fear of heights- cries like a baby on rollercoasters and Suga laughs at him
  • Yamaguchi- Katagelophobia- Fear of ridicule- being bullied was the worst for him, he never wants to experience it again
  • Yachi- Traumataphobia- the fear of injury- not neccisarily her being injured but the people she cares about
  • Tanaka- Monophobia- Fear of solitude or being alone- he needs people around him, he needs to surround himself with life and laughter because when he’s alone he’s suffocating
  • Nishinoya- Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns- screams and runs as far and as fast as possible like a smart person (seriously tho the murder clowns are steadily moving towards my campus and i’m about to buy a thing of mace)
  • Kinoshita-  Ailurophobia- the fear of cats- no they are not cute and cuddly they’re tiny harbringers of death
  • Narita- Pediophobia- Fear of dolls- his grandma collects those creepy glass ones that look like they’re watching you and they’ve started showing up in his dreams
  • Shimizu-  Scotophobia- Fear of darkness- when she was little she got locked in a closet for a while and it was dark and now that’s all she thinks about. (this is what my paper was about)
  • Ennoshita-  Gerascophobia- Fear of growing old- he gets depressing every now and then and thinks about everyone growing up and growing apart and his life just sprialling into nothingness and yeah he’s a hoot at parties
  • Asahi- Philophobia- the fear of falling in love- he has a glass heart, he’s not sure if he can trust someone to take care of it. (Give it to Noya baby)
  • Ukai-  Phasmophobia- Fear of ghosts- watches a shitton of ghost hunting shows and it scares the shit out of him he’s such a baby
  • Takeda- thanatophobia- the fear of death- but for him especially it’s a fear of dying before he’s had a chance to really live

ok so this started out super happy and cute and then it digressed into….. pain and sadness. Sorry. probably not the best intro to my creative posts. Let me know if I should do the other teams. 

anonymous asked:

I hope u post this bc it needs to be said. u talk about how expensive comp dance (which is true) but I don't want to hear it if the kid is in a ton of groups and has multiple solos. That is excessive and that's the parent's choice. A kid doesn't need to be in 3-5 jazz comp #s when 1-2 would be just as great! So, I think it makes no sense when some parents talk about how crazy expensive it is, and then have their kid in 500 #s. U realize there r kids that can't even afford a dance class??

2- I think comp dance presents the idea that If u aren’t in 5 jazz numbers that are all similar, then that’s not enough! if the parents have the $, great have that kid do all the #s. But if they don’t, it’s not some disadvantage. Its just like the real world- some people have more and some have less. This is in reference to some individuals that come to mind, so I think it should be said that they don’t need all those #s, that’s ur choice to think a 5-15 year old needs 8 dances..

but dance is just expensive regardless of how many dances your kid is in. i dont think it’s an issue to state that dance is expensive even if you are paying for multiple groups. and furthermore the parents i’ve seen complain about the costs of dance do not have their kid in 5 different jazz numbers and 10 contemporary ones. they have a solo or two and few groups which i think is completely fine. 

like dance is expensive and it’s still expensive no matter how many dances you are in. 

@thegreatjackal replied to your post “my computer science grades suck too much so i’m probably gonna be a…”

i do a lot better in math-oriented classes but i like comp sci better

that’s not true i like math better but i mean i like the classes better

proof-based math courses are still mildly terrifying to me but i’m gonna try and make that not a thing this summer with @maddeningscientist‘s help

don’t really have much choice since at this point math is the only university thing that interests me enough to major in + wouldn’t require spending more than like, another year here

(also, for context, what’s actually happening is that my grades aren’t good enough to meet the requirements for the comp sci major, not that i’m choosing to switch because i’m failing my courses or something)

anonymous asked:

I was an honors/ap kid in highschool but idk man i think im tired of school. I was gonna go to a big fancy uni but rejected my admission at tje last second. Going to my local CC rn and im just so tired and dont want to do any of this anymore. I just want to do my comp sci classes but i have to do these gen ed ones to transfer anywhere but im feeling its not worth it anymore. Idk this doesnt matter really but oh well. Thanks for being here and being real i love ur blog.

Ah.

I feel that, man, don’t feel bad.

Sometimes you gotta step back and realize that human institutions are all so pointless.

You can make it where you want to be a million different ways.

There’s no right way for anyone, or for everyone.

We all stumble around in the dark as adults until we find the path again and that’s alright.