nerdy jock


I never thought you guys would ask me for this x/////x) welp, here’s it! NaJ!Blueprint!

As I said it before, He’s a shy student that always sits in the corner of the classroom and doesn’t talk until someone ask him something. He likes to write and often goes to the library to get away from the drama– xD

And, of course, he has a crush on the Poetry teacher eue)

NaJ belongs to @coolca4t8 (Hope you like it ov-)

actually-nerdderek  asked:

nerdy!jock!stiles trying to woo nerd!derek for valentines day (as a valentine's day prompt, obviously :p)

Alrightly, here it is @demisexualhale! I really hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

Stiles had never really been sure if he could be considered a jock or not.

Because, yeah sure, he was on the lacrosse team and played baseball in his spare time but he was no star athlete. Hell, he spent most of his time during lacrosse games warming the bench and fetching Coach refills of Gatorade.

He had always been into sports, for as long as he could actually remember, really. He had been a devout Mets fan since long before he could even walk, his mom and his dad joking that he had inherited his preference from both of them. He could still remember his dad teasing his mom about it, claiming she had watched too much baseball while pregnant, Stiles born only a few months before the World Series.

Older now, he never missed a game. Not once. Whenever the Mets played, he would dress in his finest blue and orange gear, baseball cap and all, just to firmly plant his butt on the living room couch with a giant bowl of low-fat popcorn in his lap and a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups in the freezer for later.

Back in elementary school, he and Scott had played Little League together, baseball both a good hobby and a wonderful way to keep them from getting into too much trouble. Stiles took to it like a pig to mud, one of the best pitchers their local division had ever seen, finding his element out on the mound.

Both of his parents would come to every game, his mom taking a break from her work at home and his dad somehow weaseling his way out of doing paperwork just to catch the opening pitch. Without fail, his dad cheered louder than anyone else in the crowd, jumping to his feet and waving his arms around as he proudly proclaimed, “That’s my son!”

When Scott had eventually grown tired of playing in Little League, in part due to his asthma which was being somewhat exacerbated by all of the physical activity and in part because of the fact that baseball was no longer considered cool, Stiles had decided to quit with him. He just hadn’t seen the point of continuing to play if his best friend wasn’t there with him. And besides, it just wasn’t the same without his mom there.

In high school, he still gravitated towards baseball but he had soon developed an affinity for lacrosse after Scott started showing interest in trying out for the team. He had spent hours researching all aspects of the sport, wanting to know exactly what to expect at tryouts.

With his asthma clearing up a bit and all the confidence of no longer being a virgin thanks to Allison, Scott had managed to snag a highly coveted position on the first line. Meanwhile, Stiles only barely made the team, beating out two other guys who had tried out, owing his victory to pure dumb luck though he barely ever made it onto the field.

It wasn’t that he was bad at lacrosse per se, he was actually pretty good. His leanly muscled body was built for speed and agility, making him a wonderful prospect. He just had a tendency to trip over his own feet. And other people’s feet. And grass and rocks and, at times, even thin air.

So, while he could run suicides and drills with the very best of them, giving the team captain, Jackson, a run for his money, he was usually stuck on the bench during games, just watching his teammates play. His dad still came to all of his games, though he didn’t understand why.

But while there was some question about whether or not he was a jock, there was no dispute whatsoever over the fact that he fell victim to some of the most stereotypical jock tropes. Namely, falling for a nerd.

But not just any nerd. No, that would be too easy. He had fallen for the king of nerds. Derek freaking Hale. The epitome of a high school nerd.

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A short “ comic strip “ for a Jock!Cole and Nerdy!Jay. Yeah. I couldn’t come up with any good names so.

“ That was a really good game Cole! Good job! “ - Person A

(But you guys sure are swarming.. I need some space.) - Cole

“ Thanks guys, it wasn’t too difficult this time. “ - Cole

(Inaudible) - Jay

“ H-hey Cole.. Good job out there. “ - Jay

(Cute..) - Cole

“ T-thanks Jay.. Glad you think so.. “ - Cole

Jock!Sterek AU

I just saw a post about Stiles scoring in Lacrosse and Baseball-player!Derek cheering for him. So, it got me thinking… We always have one nerdy and one jock, or rivals, BUT what about star-Lacrosse-player Stiles, who is Baseball-star Derek’s boyfriend, and besides that, Stiles also helps out the track team, and Derek is a regular in Basketball and the swimming team, and they are together in the debate team, they both got scholarships lined up for college, and they have been the named the cutest couple since middle school. You can always see Stiles cheering his lungs out with Derek’s letterman jacket, or Derek with Stiles’ jersey. The Stilinski-Hale clan is known around the county. Everyone is alive and happy.

“Cmon bro, lift some more. You can lift it, remember, it’s just the warm-up”
“It’s quite heavy you know…..”
“Nah, it’s just piece of cake. Plant it on your mind, this weight is so easy, it’s like you lift a cup of tea,”
“Well, it does get lighter and lighter……hell yeah I can do this for hours and not getting tired at all,”
Visiting the gym one last time, I’m glad to watch Ryeowook still have that ethics of hard work and able to pushed his friends and colleagues in the gym. Yongbo over there just being transformed couple hours ago and still need a lot of adjustment with his now massive body. He also aged 8 years older, now a 27 years old hunk, he never went to college in this reality and soon he’ll talk with that slur and uneducated tone, losing that wittiness that once he proud of. But who cares? It’s my target after all, to change those nerdy college student into jock, quite sure it will do them more favor in life rather than stayed as nerd until the end of their life.

Things that Give Me Life:
  • Bokuto Koutarou’s happiness and joy over simple compliments
  • Yamaguchi’s shear determination to succeed 
  • Tsukki’s ability to learn to give his all
  • Hinata’s inability to back down from a challenge 
  • Kuroo’s chemistry nerdiness seeping into his jock life
  • Kenma’s little smile when he talks to Hinata
  • Akaashi’s list of Bokuto’s weaknesses
  • Asahi’s hairband 
  • Suga’s Mom Chop™
  • Daichi’s unfortunate luck concerning wigs and toupees 
  • Kageyama learning how to smile
  • R O L L I N G T H U N D A
  • Tanaka’s shirt swinging attitude and love of manliness 
  • Yachi learning to stand up for herself and what she wants
  • Kiyoko’s shyness
  • “Talent is something you make bloom. Instinct is something you polish!”
  • Iwaizumi aggressively caring for people
  • Turnip Head
  • “It’s all in your head, Bokuto-san.”
  • “Were you seducing me?” “Was I that obvious?”
  • Go Go Let’s Go Let’s Go Dateko!!!
  • “I’m good at getting on my knees and begging.”
  • Everything about Saeko Tanaka
  • Kyoutani slammed up against a wall by pretty boy Yahaba
  • That one face Furudate draws where the eyes are only little circles 

anonymous asked:

Just Look At Me is sooo adorable. I love it. Are you going to write a part 4? I really hope you do! 😊

Just Look At Me—Part 4

Make sure you go read the other parts before you read this, sweethearts. Check right here for the link. Have a nice day!


Percy was jerked out of his reverie when a piece of paper was slid down onto his desk around his elbow. He looked up to see his math teacher, Mrs. Price, smiling down at him. She tapped the paper in the top right hand corner and said, “Good job, Percy.”

He stared in disbelief. There was a 97 written in red ink. He had made an A. 

On a math test. 

Fucking shit. This was amazing. He needed to text his mom. 

The bell rang, and even though the rest of the class was shuffling out of the class, Percy still sat at his desk, staring at the paper. 

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So, uh, wanna be my boyfriend?

@miserylovestheinternet | AO3I really hope you guys enjoy because it was so awesome to write this fic and I really love it so I hope you’ll love it too!

by @yetanothersterekblog

Derek didn’t want to say that he was panicking, but, he was totally panicking. He has no idea how to get out of this situation without having to tell Kate that he, in fact, didn’t have a boyfriend.

Kate was already skeptical about him having a boyfriend, hence why she demanded that they went on a double date.She thought it would ‘establish that he truly moved on and didn’t have any more feelings for her’ despite the fact that she was the one getting all up in his business when he lied about having a boyfriend.

The werewolf doesn’t know how he thought that Kate loved him. It took him seeing her having sex with another guy during a frat party to finally get it in his thick head that she didn’t actually care about him.

And even after he plainly saw her cheating on him Derek summed it all up to her being drunk. Everyone does stupid shit like that when they’re drunk right?

It wasn’t until he met up with her only an hour later while the party was in full swing that he realized she didn’t smell like she had a drop of alcohol in her system and she was completely sober, unlike the guy she had sex with.

That’s when everything set into place in Derek’s head. Kate wasn’t in a relationship with him because she liked him, she was in a relationship with him because she liked having power.

What’s better for a power hungry sociopath than being in a relationship with an Alpha werewolf?

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i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me)
By Organization for Transformative Works

bleep0bleep / Teen / StilesxDerek

Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he’s not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he’s ever wanted— except he doesn’t seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.

anonymous asked:

omg i love you and your writing so can you please please continue {just look at me}? thank you❤️

Just Look At Me–Part 2

Since you asked nicely, here you go, sweetheart. 


He was standing in the hallway again. 

This time, he was one of the only people leaned up against the lockers. Normally, he was in the pool, practicing before first period started, but he just couldn’t get his head in it today. 

And well, it was probably because something else was in his head. Or more like a someone else. He just couldn’t help it. He thought it was just a crush, but god, it just wouldn’t go away. 

Annabeth Chase was standing a few feet down the hallway, shuffling through her locker. She was wearing jeans and a pair of Nikes with a long sleeve t-shirt. Her blonde curls were hanging down around her shoulders (which was Percy’s personal favorite). As he watched, she pushed her glasses farther up her nose, and she scowled when someone brushed past her. 

Percy gulped. 

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Niall feels! Do you ever just find yourself being very deeply seduced by Niall James Horan?

Okay Niall we know you can wink and do a kissy face (heavy breathing)

We all fantasize about how hot Niall would be as a sports player (sweating)

Fetus Niall will always be able to melt my heart (heart swells with cuteness)

Selfie Niall never fails to kill a few of us directioners (Gahahahah)

Like C'mon (and dance with me baby aha no :p) who wouldn’t love him?

Guitar Niall kills me. Add that with him looking extremely irresistable and you’ve basically just killed me! (MEHEHEHEHEH)

The jump he does always makes me squeallll (SHIZZZZZZ)

Looking all cute and cuddly. With that beanie on and the tiniest bit of hair peaking through (NEAR DEATH)



There are simply too many pics of Niall that give me feels to fit into one post so if this post does well I will consider doing a part 2 ;)

Los Angeles Is Burning - Tate Langdon X Reader

AN: This one came out kind of fluffy actually. I wasn’t really going for romance when I started this, but it came out that way. Warnings for death, violence, drugs and language I guess. 

“Fuck this world, and all the bastard motherfuckers who live in it.” You snarled. Sweet, innocent Beau was gone.

Tate was pacing back and forth in front of you, tearing at his hair. “I know she was behind this, and she had her fucking sorry excuse for a boyfriend take care of it.”

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New Kids

Pairing: Michael, Calum, Ashton, Luke and Y/N.

Word Count: 2,122

Requested: Anonymous - “Could you do a AU imagine where they are the new kids at your school and you need to show them around and help them in classes and stuff?”

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks to alyssatrevizo for suggesting I do a mixture of the bad boy, jock, and nerd au! Also, I know that gif doesn’t really have jock or nerdy, but I really love it, so just pretend and enjoy.

Part Two

You walk down the hallway of your school excited to meet the new student you will be helping around today. Ever since you moved during the middle of your freshman year you’ve volunteered at your school to help new students learn the ins and outs of your school. You loved the program, because it helped you come out of your shell and meet so many unique people, and was in fact the reason you had met so many of your close friends. You finally reach the principal’s office where you always pick up your new student, but stop dead in your tracks when you see four boys standing in her office. You assume she’s in a meeting, because there’s no way you’re expected to help around all four boys. You notice two jock looking boys. One with floppy golden curls hanging loosely on his forehead, immensely defined arms showcased very nicely in his Chicago Bulls jersey with his toned legs in black skin tight skinny jeans. The other has a soccer jersey on showing his tan skin littered with tattoos. His jawline is so chiseled you swear he can’t be a day younger than 25. You notice a pale boy with jet black hair with a few colored strips wearing a Metallica shirt showcasing his tattoos along his arms. He has black, ripped skinny jeans with untied combat boots. Lastly you see a tall, thin, blonde boy with a lip piercing, wearing black rimmed glasses, black skinny jeans and a button up shirt. They all turn around as they notice your presence and the one with the soccer jersey gives you a flirtatious smirk causing you to look down bashfully.

“Uh, s-so sorry Mrs. Smith. I-I thought you wanted me to meet the new student. I didn’t meant to int-“

“It’s okay, Y/N.” She smiles softly, and waves you into her office. “These are the new students that you’ll be helping around actually. I couldn’t get any of the other volunteers to help, so I need you to take on more than just one student this time. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course.” You smile politely.

She turns her body towards the four boys and claps her hands together with a smile on her face. “Okay, boys. This is Y/N Y/L/N. She is a senior here, so you’ll all have similar classes together, and she’s been a volunteer for this group since her freshman year, so you’re with one of the best!”

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