#college love

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

Peaches & Cream | Masterlist

➪ Pairing: jungkook x female reader

➪ Synopsis: You're his Peaches and he is your Pretty boy. It's all very simple until the fear of commitment kicks in. How does one maintain a safe distance when it's Jungkook? The gestures might be sweet and naive but the heat between us is almost suffocating.

➪ Genre: college love, strangers to friends to lovers, undefined relationship, commitment issues, fear of abandonment, angst, slow burn, plot twist

➪ W/c: 31.5k

➪ Playlist (Spotify) *Note: There are 17 songs, one for each chapter

➪ Sequel: Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye

Chapter 1: The Night Before I Met You - 1.9k

Chapter 2: Hey Flip Flops - 1.4k

Chapter 3: Nursing Buddies - 1.3k

Chapter 4: Let Me Make It Up To You - 1.2k

Chapter 5: Fever - 1.4k

Chapter 6: You Can Be My Baby For Tonight - 1.6k

Chapter 7: Clinging Onto Me - 1.6k

Chapter 8: Safe Escape - 1.6k

Chapter 9: Almost Had You - 1.6k

Chapter 10: Scavenger Hunt - 2.3k

Chapter 11: Tell Me To Stop - 2k

Chapter 12: Purple Marks - 1.7k

Chapter 13: Company - 1.5k

Chapter 14: Mental Picture - 1.8k

Chapter 15: You Don't Want Me? - 2.6k

Chapter 16: Peaches and Cream - 2.7k

Chapter 17: Ruin Our Friendship - 2.9k

[smorp-a-dorp]

🌸✨CollegeCore #001✨🌸

Going to the one (1) class you have for the entire day and then passing the fuck out after for several hours.

[notolaf404]

college life is 96% completing assignments, 3% studying and 1% daily stalking the four IG handles of your crush, <making sure not to press that follow> and letting out an audible gasp, when the pfp of one of them occasionally changes.

<3 (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[pocketfullofpearlies]

Chronicles of Pearl

(singleness is a disease🥲)

Okay so today, after class I had to speak with the Dean so I went upstairs and sat in the hallway, waiting. A couple girls were by the railing taking advantage of the harsh sun to snap selfies (as per skin goals). Then two of my classmates, a guy and a girl came by. The girl wanted to snap her own selfies, but she felt shy. The guy encouraged her to do it anyways, even going ahead to help her hold her bag and everything.

They were there for quite some time, talking, laughing and all that before she even started taking the pictures, and when she eventually did, the guy kept hyping her up and even sang for her so she wouldn't feel awkward. And, I kid y'all not, as she was focused on taking her own pictures, he was taking photos of her too.

I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭

[hiirraethh]

it's so hard, everyday, losing friendships, gaining more anxiety, everyday. how do people not acknowledge the hardships you face during your college years. why is no one talking about how the two people you imagined to have in your life for years and years to come ahead are now, just lost in words.

[onedumbho3]

I SWEAR TO GOD IF I SEE ANOTHER COUPLE RIDING A SCOOTER TOGETHER IM GONNA THROW A ROCK AT THE WHEELS!!

[katnewman96-blog]

Brushstrokes

The room was abuzz with anticipation as I carefully arranged my easel and canvas in the middle of the college art studio. My heart raced, my palms were sweaty, and I could feel my knees knocking together. I had been dreading this day for weeks, ever since our teacher had assigned us to paint portraits of a live model for our next project. But here I was, finally setting everything up, trying to convince myself that I could do this.

As if summoned by my thoughts, Jack sauntered into the studio, his confident stride and easy smile drawing everyone's attention. He was the most popular guy in our year, and it was no surprise that he'd volunteered to be the model. His bright green eyes scanned the room, finally settling on me, and I felt my cheeks flush.

I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my heart raced. Every movement he made was graceful and fluid, like he was dancing across the room. I glanced down at my canvas, the blank whiteness taunting me, and then back up at him. His gaze held mine, and for a moment, it felt as if we were the only two people in the room.

"Okay, class," our teacher, Mr. Matthews, called out, "let's get started." I forced myself to tear my gaze away from Jack and back to my canvas. My hands shook as I picked up a stick of charcoal and began to sketch the outline of his face.

As I worked, I couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity igniting within me. I found myself studying his features, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the curve of his jawline. It was as if I was seeing him for the first time, really seeing him.

My brushstrokes seemed to flow effortlessly, each one capturing a new facet of his personality. I painted the mischievous glint in his eye, the gentle curve of his lips when he smiled, the way he held himself with a quiet confidence. I painted the darkness of his hair, the pale hue of his skin, the flecks of gold in his irises.

Mr. Matthews called for a break, and as the other students filed out of the studio to stretch their legs and grab a cup of coffee, Jack leaned against the wall nearby, watching me with interest. "You really have a gift," he said softly. I looked up, surprised by his words. "I mean it," he continued.

"Thanks," I said, feeling a blush creep up my neck.

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "He played the Dad card. Mr. Matthews is my dad."

"Oh," I said, feeling a little foolish. "I didn't know Mr. Matthews had children."

"Four actually, I have Three older sisters," He chuckled, looking away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "He has never mixed his personal life with his work."

I nodded, feeling a little embarrassed that I had no idea. "Well, your good at it, I see why your dad asked you," I said, trying to sound casual. "He's going to be really happy with all the paintings I'm sure."

Jack shrugged modestly, but there was a glint in his eye that told me he was pleased with the compliment. "Thanks." He paused for a moment, then asked, "So, what about you? Do you have any siblings?"

"Just a younger brother," I replied, thinking about how much he'd hate hearing this. "He's ten, and a complete handful." I chuckled, remembering the time he'd hidden my favorite sweater in the freezer.

Jack laughed along with me, the sound genuine and easy. "Ah, my sisters would say the same."

He leaned on the table next to my canvas. "What do you like to do when you're not painting?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. I thought for a moment, trying to decide how much to reveal about myself. "I like to read," I said finally. "Historical fiction mostly." 

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? I'm a history major." He grinned, and there was a sparkle in his eye that made me smile. "I'd love to take you to the museum sometime?"

I glanced away, feeling a flush creep up my neck. It was the first time anyone had invited me to do anything since I'd moved here. "Um, sure," I managed to stammer. "That would be nice."I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach at his invitation.

The rest of the class started to file back into the room, chattering amongst themselves. I was grateful for the distraction, as it gave me time to gather my thoughts and calm the fluttering in my stomach. Jack remained by my side, his presence both comforting and disconcerting. "So," he said with a grin, "are you free this weekend?"

"Ah, yeah, I'm free," I replied, trying to sound casual. 

"I'll take you to the museum then," Jack said with a smile, his confidence making it sound less like a question and more like a statement. "We can go on Saturday. It's supposed to be a beautiful day, so we can have a picnic outside before or after."

I nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "That sounds lovely," I managed to reply, hoping my voice didn't betray the butterflies in my stomach.

Jack picked up a pen and handed it to me. "Can I get your number?" he asked with a smile. His eyes twinkled, and I could feel myself blushing. "For the museum."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Okay," I said finally, scribbling down my number on a piece of paper and handing it to him.

As I did so, Mr. Matthews walked back into the classroom. He glanced at us briefly before continuing to the front of the room. "Ok, back to it everyone, break is over." His voice was stern, but it didn't seem to bother anyone. Everyone quickly returned to their seats and started working on their assignments.

I looked at Jack, who was already walking back to the center of the room, his posture straight and confident. He glanced at me over his shoulder and winked, and I felt a warmth spread through my chest. As I returned my attention to my painting, I couldn't help but feel a newfound excitement about the upcoming weekend.

[avlokshakya-blog]

One thing

Days goes by Having doubts that it won’t work My blood in every part of body consuming My mind Like a sponge sucking a water in the floor Now I’m on this journey Of not stopping till the end Sometimes I’m filled with joy Thinking about you and only you I’m sad Sad like Eeyore in Winnie the Pooh Because of doubts consuming me Deep inside Like a flowing river My mind is run by…

[ashwinkumar1989]

An Ode To My First Love

This is yet another poem dedicated to my first true love; which happened during my MBA days. Here is the content: When we first met I was a bit reticent Why, know I did not, then However, clear did it become, soon Shy, were you as well And had me under a spell Right from our second meeting To you, did I develop a liking Because, sweet as honey, you were And so classy, was your…

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

Peaches & Cream: Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye | Masterlist

➪ Pairing: jungkook x female reader

➪ Synopsis: Losing his memory following a motorcycle accident, Jungkook learns to live life again, but this time, with no past recollection of everything you meant to him. Connecting the broken pieces, you meet again for the first time, as if strangers. Will his heart still beat the same way it did for you before the incident, or were your souls destined to merely meet but not to be?

➪ Genre: forbidden love, strangers to friends to lovers, commitment issues, fear of abandonment, angst, slow burn, plot twists

➪ Status: Ongoing

➪ Author's Note: Being a continuation of Peaches & Cream, this season will include references to those chapters, thus it is highly encouraged to catch up to the initial plot first.

Chapter 1: The Infinity Necklace - 1.7k

Chapter 2: It Was All a Dream, I Promise - 2.6k

Chapter 3: The Lucky Day - 3.9k

Chapter 4: Strangers With Memories - 4.1k

Chapter 5: Selfish

Chapter 6: The Cold War

Chapter 7: The Letters

Chapter 8: Tethered Souls

[happypeacegarden]

College love.

As romantic as it sounds, trust me I'm dying to see her.

[libatterysucker]

Unfortunately, this isn't that part of the movie that I'd go running to the bus station

That part that I'd kiss you with tears and declare all of my love to you

That part that I'd leave everything behind just to be happily ever after with you

This is real life

You'll go

I'll stay

And I hope you have a wonderful life

Thanks for loving me when I didn't feel like I deserved

Till I meet you again

-R

[oooohonthetlctip]

[mokeonn]

"But if college was free, then people would abuse that and get useless degrees" hell yeah I would! If I could go to college without debt I would make it my job to get a degree in every little thing that interested me. I'd get a doctorate in film studies. I'd have a bachelor's degree for every science I like. I'd try to learn at least 5 languages with varying results. I would learn something "useful" like coding and then follow it up with a ""useless"" degree like art history. I'd be the world record speed run holder for getting every degree possible.

But I can't afford college without going into massive debt, so instead I spent the last 5 years trying to figure out what I am passionate enough about to consider going into debt over, because unfortunately being passionate about everything is extremely expensive to pursue.

[sapsolace]

obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]