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beauty-grace-outer-space · 3 years

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your tags on my post slapped me across the face. yes fucking yes. the fall from academic grace hits a whole lot harder when you've been excessively built up and built up for years and then come crashing down. i constantly feel like im letting everyone and younger self down. the whole thing about IDENTITY is so true too! x adhd-vibes

Well, your post came into my house and punched me in the gut, so...

But no, I really genuinely appreciate posts talking about the gifted child + neurodivergence duality because it’s... a lot. And I feel like I’m only just starting to understand-- well, my entire life, basically.

My entire life past the age of ~13 has been a constant up and down of thriving and burnout, a lot of self loathing and doubt over my perceived failure, and a lot of depression and anxiety. And I just found out last year that a fair portion of it can likely be chalked up to the fact that I’ve had ADHD my entire life, my parents found out when I was four years old, and no one told me.

I started kindergarten at four. I was already reading chapter books. I’d finish reading the assignments before the teacher even finished handing them out, and be up and causing distractions because I was bored. They talked about bumping me to second grade, but I was already the youngest in my class and they didn’t want to create more of an age gap.

I did first grade half in English, half in Japanese to keep me “challenged”. The Japanese teacher hated that I was so young, and after a while refused to teach me.

My second grade teacher made a rule that I could sit any way I liked, or move around however I wanted, so long as I could touch my desk.

My third grade teacher set up a play area for students who finished their work early, and I spent most of my time there.

My fourth grade teacher recommended fantasy novels and read to us during downtime.

My fifth grade teacher helped me and my friends start a writing club, and she’d read our short stories and give us notes so we could work on our drafts when we were done with our schoolwork.

And then sixth grade and algebra happened and I could not for the life of me do the assignments well. I worked with friends in a study group. I had three different math teachers try to help me, in case one clicked differently. They’d watch me do the work, step by step, and one of two things would happen:

1. Either I’d do the work perfectly, but the answer was entirely wrong and they couldn’t figure out why

2. I’d do the work all wrong, but get the right answer every time.

But since you had to show your work for full credit, I went from a straight A student to mostly A’s and a C in math, no matter what I did.

My self esteem tanked. Most of my memories from middle school are of sitting alone at the dining room table sobbing because I felt stupid, and like a failure, and I just wanted to die, and sitting at a table focusing on only one thing with no background noise or stimulation was torture in and of itself. I finally got my mom to let me listen to the radio while I worked, and it helped a little, but night after night I’d sit there, sob through my math homework, and wish to disappear.

All of the self-loathing and stress manifested into extreme anxiety. I started washing my hands constantly, because that I could control. My hands cracked and bled. I kept washing.

I started self harming, and my mom found out and took me to see a therapist (who is still my therapist to this day), and I was diagnosed with OCD and Major Depressive Disorder, as well as Seasonal Affective Disorder.

By the time high school started, the handwashing had mostly stopped but still flared up again occasionally, and I was on track to graduate with highest honors following the “College Prep Honors” curriculum track. I made the National Honor Society, and did student government as well as zero hour choir and drama. I took Honors English and excelled.

But to complete the degree, I’d have to take Algebra I freshman year, Algebra II Honors sophomore year, Algebra III/Trig junior year, and Calculus senior year.

I got a C in Algebra I. I lost my National Honor Society status because of the GPA drop. I quit student government because I was ashamed.

I was told to drop Algebra II Honors two weeks in, because I was going to fail the class. This meant I would not get the diploma I wanted, but the secondary “College Prep” diploma.

I fell into a deep depression, decided I was stupid, and stopped trying. My report cards after that for the rest of high school were an assortment of A’s, B’s, C’s, even a D or two. I hated myself for not living up to my potential, for being a disappointment to my parents, for being so stupid.

I went back to therapy. I graduated high school. I went to college. I burnt out.

I took a gap year because I was suicidal and didn’t know what to do. I went back to therapy.

I transferred to a university. I burnt out. I dropped out, because I was suicidal and didn’t know what to do. I went back to therapy.

And when I was 27 years old, I found a box of old school stuff from elementary school, and as my mom and I laughed about it she told me that an administrator who specialized in identifying attention deficit disorders had observed me in kindergarten at the request of my teacher because I was causing distractions, told them that he was entirely certain I had what was at the time called ADD... and not to have me officially diagnosed in order to keep it out of my school record and avoid any “challenges to my desired educational path”.

Teachers were told, and chosen specifically to work with me and not against me, which I appreciate greatly.

I was never told.

On the one hand, I can see how my parents just didn’t want me to go through life believing I had something “wrong” with me, didn’t want me to be held back from pursuing any classes I wanted to take because of my “diagnosis”, and didn’t want me to be “unnecessarily medicated”. I appreciate the time and care that went into trying to guide me along and give me safe environments to be my authentic self without being told it was a hindrance or a “problem”.

But the more I learn the more I can’t help but wish someone had told me.

Because I spent the last 16 years of my life thinking that somewhere along the way I had “lost” something, or “failed”, and really it was a pretty predictable and manageable sequence of events.

I’ve since learned that a lot of the things I’ve always done that I’ve felt uncomfortable or “odd” about... are stims. Minor ones, but stims, nonetheless.

I’ve since learned that I was bullied pretty severely for being “weird” in elementary school, but I have no memory of it.

I’ve since learned that dyscalculia is thing, and very well could have contributed to my ongoing struggle with math.

And for the rest of my life I will wonder if knowing would have changed anything. If my depression is a side effect of this thing I didn’t know about myself, or a separate piece of me. Who I might have been if my entire identity wasn’t tied to my perceived sudden loss of intelligence and potential.

Anyway. I’ve rambled quite enough. If anyone wants to talk about any of this, or vent, or ask questions, feel free. This is the post we are referring to, by the by.

#adhd #depression #ocd #anxiety #tw suicidal thoughts mentioned #studying #school #gifted kids #neurodivergence #long post #bullying #self worth #identity

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kalyafm · 4 years

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hello everyone ! omg , i’m so excited to be here and to meet ya’ll ! i’m sora , 21+ , prefer she / her pronouns , and i can’t stop mentioning how excited i am . i recently rewatched age of youth / hello my twenties , so i’m completely obsessed with the rp’s plotline . a little bit about myself is that i always save an itzy song stuck in my head ( currently it’s a tie between it’z summer and wannabe ) , and i’m trying my best to get my island to five stars to i can start terraforming ! if you guys want , feel free to add me on dis.cord 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦 .#4090 or we can plot in the im’s , whichever is most comfortable for you !

( lalisa manoban, cis female, she / her. ) look at kalya sukhuminda, taking on the role of muse n. the 23 year old recently got their degree in education, and are feeling stressed about life after college. right now they’re a graduate student and so far ? their benevolent and imprudent personality is making it work. as long as everyone lets them play still learning by halsey around the house, everything will be alright.

NAME : kalya ( pronounced as kal - ee - yuh ) sukhuminda .

NICKNAME(s) : lya , primarly and kal .

AGE + DOB : twenty - three + january 10th , 1997 .

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN : capricorn .

MORAL ALIGNMENT : neutral good .

GENDER + PRONOUNS : cis female + she / her / hers .

PLACE OF BIRTH : berkeley , california .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic .

OCCUPATION : graduate student + teaching assistant .

NATIONALITY : thai - american .

ETHNICITY : thai .

LANGUAGE(s) SPOKEN : thai ( first language ) , english ( second language ) , and japenese ( third language , learning ) .

biography .

kalya grew up in a home where she raised by her parents , who were thai immigrants . she was their only child whom they had a bit later in life , but they wanted to provide the best for her . prior to her birth , her parents made a name for themselves as the top real estate agents in berkeley . so , when kalya was born , they were able to give her that life they wanted for her .

growing up , kalya was a vivacious and precocious little girl who wanted to know everything . she was constantly asking questions to learn new things , and was the one kid who didn’t cry upon being dropped off at kindergarten because she was excited to make new friends . she made friends like it was nothing and always managed to have friends come over for a playdate .

reaching middle and high school , kalya’s gregarious nature led to her trying out for various extracurriculars . she was in her school’s orchestra , and she played as a midfielder for the soccer team . with her parents able to make their own hours , she constantly had their support whether it be one of her games or recitals .

during this time , kalya realized how much she loved helping other students and was always the first to volunteer when someone needed help . so , it wasn’t much of a surprise when high school rolled around and she was working her way towards becoming a teacher . of course , she was constantly told that she wasn’t going to make any money as a teacher , but for her ( as it typically is ) , she loved kids and felt that being a teacher was her calling .

upon her graduation from high school , kalya had been a slightly above average student , but decided to attend a small college . so , she decided to pursue her acceptance at san francisco state , where she majored in education . specifically , she went into elementary education as she has aspirations of becoming a third grade teacher . she had done quite well and constantly received praise for her hardwork , so kalya was confident that everything would fall into place .

during her senior year , though , as she completed her student teaching hours , kalya was constantly applying for vacant positions . she’d put on her best interview outfit and a winning smile , and always left the interviews feeling like she was going to get the job . sadly , kalya was constantly informed a few days later that she hadn’t gotten the job , which crushed her spirits .

when graduation rolled around , kalya felt a bit stuck considering that she was hoping to have landed her dream job by then . of course , everything doesn’t always work on schedule , so after a few weeks of sulking , she pulled herself up and decided that pursing a master’s degree would help get her where she wanted to go . since moving into the house with everyone , kalya took her graduate school acceptance to secure a job so she could pick up her portion of bills / necessary payments .

on the plus side , taking up the teaching assistant job made it so she could obtain some more teaching experience . over the course of the summer , she is spending her time teaching those undergraduate classes at san francisco state and as always , finding new things to do !

temperament .

kalya easily makes friends due to her outgoing nature . even when things are awkward upon first meeting , she’s usually the one to break the ice and help everyone get comfortable . she really doesn’t like awkward silences or when things are weird , so you usually finds some kind of way to make things easy .

very much the impulsive type ! when she gets an idea , she usually runs with it from that very moment . her ideas usually aren’t harmful to anyone or elsewhere , but if it’s something like planning a trip , she’s the one who’s about to start looking into plane ticket prices .

overall , kalya is very easy - going and looking for a good time . she’s relatively laidback and isn’t really one to start an argument or instigate a situation . if anything , she’s the one trying to diffuse whatever is happening at hand while trying to remain levelheaded herself .

headcanons .

to expand on her app , kalya’s overall aesthetic is rather comfortable . she does love matching sweat sets and the like , but she often doesn’t wear them as an outfit unless she’s not feeling well . as a graduate student / teaching assistant , she typically wears put together outfits even if she’s attending a class at eight in the morning . she’s most comfortable when she’s at home , so this is where she’ll be found barefoot and in clothes that swallow her frame .

she’s rather aesthetically pleasing , if she were to say so herself . she really likes to have her school accessories match as well as her phone case , and for whatever reason it makes her feel more productive . most of her notebooks and such is found at small business / mom - and - pop type stores because she likes having one - of - one items .

as a roommate , kalya can be a little untidy at times but tries to keep her messes small . it’s typically not getting the chance to makeup her bed because she’s running out of the house sometimes , and has a tendency to pile clothes on the back of her desk chair . she’s the roommate who tries her best to keep her noise level down in the mornings ( despite how much of an early riser she is ) , and will 100% bake breakfast muffins for everyone before leaving .

despite not growing up crazy wealthy , kalya did grow up comfortably , so at times she can have pretty expensive taste . while she is working as a TA , she does get help from her parents from time to time . thus , she can sometimes splurge on a pair of shoes or a purse without much thought .

loves to bake , but hates to cook ! she’s the type to order takeout before she has to step foot into the kitchen , but she’s willing to learn more than how to make scrambled eggs and boil water , lol . as for baking , she weirdly sucks at baking cookies ( one of the first things you learn ) , but she’s really good at cheesecakes , muffins , and cakes !

#alongintro #for once i'm ready for an opening !!

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broadwaycantdie · 5 years

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National Best Friends Day! - Newsies (Pride) Month . Day 8

( albert & race ) + ( modernish )

a/n: the best buds which also remind me a lot of me and my best bud so that’s why i picked them :)

it says “modernish” cause im talking about the past but it’s the future (?) like it starts in the past as in the early 2000’s and goes up until today

warnings: none

background: Albert and Race have been friends since kindergarten. They lived in the same neighborhood and were the best of friends. This is how it started as well as how it went throughout the years.

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the first day of kindergarten race walked right up to albert who was engaged in looking at the class pet—a lizard—and introduced himself

race asked him to be his best friend and he said yes and he’s kept that promise ever since

their elementary school years consisted of chasing each other around the playground, playing with pokémon cards, riding in the back of each other’s mom’s mini vans, trading happy meal toys, and always going back inside just in time for dinner

as kids they would bike to each other’s house every day, alternating who went to whose house

then they went to middle school

the same middle school, luckily

all throughout elementary school they were in the same class

somehow it just worked out like that

but 6th grade was all different

this was the first time they had separate classes

but luckily by this time they were close enough to not let a thing like that drift them apart

they might not have had every class together

but the ones they did have were wild

god help their teachers

6th grade they shared english, gym, and math

which was great for them

they both struggled in english so they used that class to make jokes and fool around

math was great for race

he’s always been a math wiz

so he let albert copy helped albert with his work

gym was where they SHINED

these boys have always been athletic and competitive

when they were on a team together, they were the dynamic duo who could communicate without words

when they were against each other it was war...friendly war, but war

they went through 7th and 8th grade similarly, growing and changing but keeping their friendship a priority

they spent those days hanging in skateparks, drinking slurpees till their heads went numb, making mixtapes, playing street sports, and going to each other’s houses to watch music videos on youtube

then

high school started

everything changed in high school

albert got a spot on the hockey team

race became a mathlete

and they lived two very different lives

but that didn’t stop them from being best friends

absolutely nothing could do that

they just had to work harder to spend time together

they had two classes together freshman year

biology—which made dissections interesting—and gym again—which was always great for them, not much others though

sophomore year came and went

race failed his drivers test 6 times so at that point he just gave up

albert got his license first try

so he just drove them both to and from school everyday

which means race spends a lot of time watching him at practice

the matheletes only meet once a week

hockey practice is everyday

but he doesn’t mind that much

he uses that time to practice equations or catch up on homework or just dick around

they spent their first two years hanging out at shops in walking distance of the school, albert teaching race how to play hockey, tutoring at the local library, and falling asleep during movies from school exhaustion

junior year was crazy

they built up a pretty large friend group

but they still kept it close as homies

exams, college, pressure, games, tournaments

everything was crazy

they kept each other going though

by time the ACT roled around they had already been slowly studying for months

they were still both struggling in english

but race helped albert with his math

this time more than just letting him copy

race actually ended up getting a perfect score in math but not much else

and albert finished!

which was a victory in his mind since he fell asleep 5 times

they applied to colleges together

and scholarships

so so so many scholarships

they wanted to pay as little as possible

albert even considered selling an organ to pay for classes

but they just had to do what was needed to be done

they both applied to the same college as to not be separated

and cause it was cheap and they both liked it

they spent that summer driving around the countryside, working at the same restaurant, getting sunburnt at the beach, waiting for acceptance letters, and missing their childhood

senior year was the best and worst year of their lives

they took the easiest possible classes

besides race’s math class cause he’s a genius and a nerd

but other than that they took every basic class and dropped as many as possible

they got free periods, “easy a” electives, and ended up having most of their classes together

they actually had every class together except for one—the period race had math

a miracle by all means

but they didn’t question it

they just quietly thanked whoever was out there and moved on

when they got letters from the only college they applied for they waited to open them together

they screamed when they found out they both got in

and immediately started planning out how their dorms would be set up and what they wanted

albert was now team captain and made it to state with his hockey team

race went on to nationals with the matheletes

they both won their respective events

scholarships rolled in left and right

by time graduation rolled around albert had a full ride on a hockey scholarship and race got huge help from his time in the matheletes and collectively with the rest of his scholarships got nearly a full ride, only having to pay a hundred dollars in total

the day they graduated was so emotional

this was it

they spent every year in school together for the past 13 years and now it was about to be over

after they walked across stage and out the doors of the convention center, they hugged

they hugged so tight for a really long time

neither of them will admit that they cried

but they both did

this wasn’t the end of their friendship

just the end of an era

an era that included staying up late, making jokes no one would understand, signing yearbooks with messages that would be treasured forever, sharing new music, crying from stress, hockey games, varsity quiz competitions, playing video games, breaking albert’s car speakers from playing music too loud, getting mcdonald’s happy meal toys no matter what age they hit, countless birthdays and holidays, gifts that meant so much more than money, and memories they would carry with them until they were dead

but most importantly

the best friendship two guys could ask for

again

this wasn’t the end

it was just the beginning

now they had their whole lives ahead of them

and they were never going to slow down

their real lives were just starting

and they wouldn’t want to go through it with anyone else

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thegalanerd · 6 years

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6, 13, 20 :)

6 “I need a place to stay.”13 “I lost our baby.”20 “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

Ayy! So this one was v fun, and my awesome wonderful girl @musiciatee let me borrow Annie for it, so I did her some semblance of justice! (also im a cheater who cheats and only used half of #20 pls don’t hate me) Timeline wise, I’d say this is in season three, during the kids fall sem of junior year and Ares first semester back in the actual college classroom, before everything goes to shit Hope you like it!

“Why are you here?” I ask, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to find one Stiles Stilinski emptying what looks to be Hobby Lobby bags out onto Melissa’s coffee table. Yarn, markers, scrapping and construction paper - the kid looks like he’s preparing for a kindergarten class.

“I need a place to stay,” he says, sparing me a glance before reaching down and pulling something out of another bag. A small bag of flour? “Just for a couple hours. Also I need your protection in those hours.”

I blink down at him, and then cross my arms and roll my head back. “What did you do?”

He looks up in offense. “Why do you always assume-” I channel my inner Derek and arch a brow at him. “Okay so you know how I’m in that FACS class?” He barrels on before I can even say I had no idea he was in such a class. “Well, we had to make a flour baby with a partner and take care of it for a week and I had it for yesterday and today and I kinda lost it.”

I stare at him. “You… you lost it?” I throw out an arm. “How do you lose a bag of flour?!”

“I don’t know! I think Jackson took it,” he mutters. “So now I have to remake the damn thing because I don’t want to have to tell Annie, oh hey, by the way, I lost our baby, so we’re gonna fail this project.”

“Annie… Jesus dude, Annie Emery?” I can’t help it, I throw my head back and let out a harsh laugh. “Holy shit, you’re fucked.”

“Ares, please! She’ll kill me for messing this up!”

“I’ve half a mind to let her.”

“I’ll buy your gas the next two times you need it,” he bargains desperately. “Just let me work here, and if she shows up, protect me!”

Well. Shit. I’ve never been one to pass up free gas.

“You have exactly two hours and I’m kicking you out.”

“You truly are the better alpha, Ares Delgado.”

I make a face at the proclamation. After almost getting killed several times for “being the alpha,” it isn’t a job I particularly want. “Yeah whatever. I’m gonna be in the kitchen working on homework.”

Is Stiles at Scott’s(Magical Girl Annie Emery)I’m not gonna lie to you, so I’m not gonna answer that question.(A)I’m coming over(MGAE)Front door is open(A)

“What the fuck have you done, Stilinski!”

“Annie, hey! What are you doing here- Ares, help!”

I walk into the living room to see one baby druid Annie Emery standing over Stiles, who’s half hidden under the coffee table. It doesn’t look like she’s actually gonna murder him - kick him a few times, sure - so I cross my arms and lean against the doorway to watch.

“Hey, Annie.”

“Ares,” she greets, looking up from a cowering Stiles just long enough to give me a smile and wave of her hand. She turns back to Stiles. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t do anything!” he exclaims, and before Annie could do him harm, he disappeared completely beneath the coffee table, only to reappear on the other side, away from Annie. He shoots up, and before I can react, I find myself being used as a human shield, Stiles hiding behind me.

“Are you kidding me?” I demand, looking back at him.

“She’s got murder in her eyes!” he says, pointing over my shoulder at Annie, who’s examining the craft corner Stiles has set up.

“You’re not even using the right color yarn, you idiot!” Annie says in exasperation. “And that’s the wrong brand of flour!”

“It was the only brand they had!” Stiles wails, and I choke on my laughter.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Stilinski,” Annie snaps, walking up as she pulls her bag off her back.

“Oh, god, she brought a weapon,” Stiles says in panic.

“Annie, did you bring a weapon?” I ask, because as much as I want to give her the benefit of the doubt, I’ve seen her pissed and ready to throw down with an alpha werewolf, and therefore figure it’s best to play it safe.

She looks up, pushing her curls out of her face, which has an incredulous expression. “What? No, Stiles, you dumbass.” She reaches out and pulls out a decorated bag of flour.

“Penelope!” Stiles exclaims happily, ducking out form behind me and rushing up. Annie pulls it away before he could grab it from her hands.

“Lydia brought it over. She found it with Jackson.”

“I knew it.” Stiles snaps his fingers. “Welp, looks like everything worked out for the best, huh?”

Annie levels Stiles with a glare, and she points a finger at his nose. “Don’t think this gets you out of trouble. You’re writing the report. Alone. And If I get less than an 95 on this project, you’re dead.”

I can hear Stiles gulp from where I stand. Annie huffs, stuffing the flour baby back into her bag before looking up at me. “Want to go bug Angie at the diner?”

I grin. “I always want to bug Angie. Let me save my work,” I say, jerking my thumb back at the kitchen.

She nods. “I’ll wait for you in the car.” She gives one more glare at Stiles before turning on her heels and walking out. Stiles visibly deflates.

“That. That wasn’t so bad.” He looks at his mess. “What a waste.”

“Maybe next time talk about what went wrong,” I offer over my shoulder as I go back to save my reading response.

“Oh, you’re one to talk!”

And I hate that he has a point.

#Kerosene Hearts and Oneshots #Annie!#thank you so much for letting me steal her i hope she's okay #flour babies #oc: ares delgado #oc: annie emery #stiles stilinski #oc: angie the waitress #i tried and therefore noone should judge me

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cheollies · 7 years

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Kindergarten Teacher! Seungcheol

requested by: anon who wanted a kindergarten teacher cheol

a/n: I KNOW ONE OF MY FOLLOWERS ALREADY READ IT! I SAW YOU REBLOG IT WHEN IT WAS ACCIDENTALLY ON MY MAIN ACCOUNT!!!!

okay......anyways

Kindergarten teacher Cheol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(have i mentioned that i work with kindergarteners so this au will be inspired by a few of my experiences)

this will be with a twist!

during the school year, Seungcheol is a kindergarten teacher, but during the summer when school is out, well he’s still a kindergarten teacher

in the summer Seungcheol works for the school district’s summer program, Seungcheol still works with kindergarteners and it’s the purest thing

Seungcheol likes working in the summer because it’s when he gets to work with a lot of his friends who work in the district but in different schools

(so we’re setting this in the summer)

is very stern with discipline, always tries to figure out the situation and what actually happened to make sure that it doesn’t happen again

has a loud voice in the hallways because he’s screaming for his kids to be quiet for the other classes

how ironic

it’s really cute seeing him in the hallway because you just see this gigantic man with 18 or so tiny kids following him

is the best at taking care of injuries

has cute animal or cartoon bandaids that the kids love

is the quickest to respond when he hears a child crying

will always have sympathy eyes when he sees one of his kids cry

he’ll bend down to their height, ask them what’s wrong and he just looks like he’s intent listening to the story even though it might be a trivial story

pats the kid on the head and tells them to not worry

probably gives them a whole speech about why they shouldn’t worry but in the end you’ll see the child smile and run back to play

has a walkie talkie that connects him to the other teachers in the summer

at first disagrees about using codenames that the young aides made up but is then all hyped and serious about it later

“Seungcheol is your class in the gym?”

“um, you have to use S.coups”

“No.”

“YOU HAVE TO SAY THE CODE NAME”

argues with Jihoon over the walkie but realises that it would be easier face to face since he can’t talk into the walkie until Jihoon is done talking

so seungcheol has to sit there for five minutes and Jihoon discusses everything that he is doing wrong

his aide is Hansol, who is always doing something interesting on the side

Kind of realises that Hansol doesn’t know what he’s doing so Seungcheol secretly treats Hansol like another kindergartener

the only teacher willing to stand in the blazing sun when watching the kids on the playground

Everyone else is standing in the shade wondering how Seungcheol can put up with the heat

He can’t, he’s suffering, he’s checking his clock every 30 seconds hoping it’s time to go in

Brings his kids inside 5 minutes early because he felt like he was going to die

Sometimes stops by Jihoon’s class to bug him

Has his kindergarteners walk by while screaming “Hi grumpy!” and waving at Jihoon who’s amusingly glaring at Seungcheol

Knows you from the school year and has a major crush on you

You’re constantly standing in place for your sister by picking her daughter up and attending after school events because your sister works

the first time you picked up your niece at the summer program, you were greeted with this really angelic face who introduced himself as Jeonghan

and because you weren’t the parent of your niece, Jeonghan had to do the whole routine of going over the walkie and asking if someone could verify you as a guardian since you claim that you pick her up during the school year

Seungcheol is in the middle of talking to a kindergartener when he hears Jeonghan over the walkie

‘I need someone to verify the pick up guardian for (niece name)’

Seungcheol is out of his room faster than Hansol could process and the kindergartener just stares in amazement

‘I’M ON MY WAY!’

Everyone covers their ears because Seungcheol just screamed over the walkie and it created this horrible screeching noise

Seungcheol is out of breath when he reaches the main office and Jeonghan gives him this ‘wtf’ look

you laugh and he’s literally melting when you say ‘hi seungcheol’

and Seungcheol has this obvious blush on his face while he’s like ‘hey, how you doing. Your cat okay after the surgery’

You’re smiling because that happened months ago and he still remembers.

‘so what are you doing’ seungcheol ask stupidly while Jeonghan chokes on his laugh in the back

and you give this awkward laugh ‘i’m here for pick up’

Seungcheol mentally slaps himself because yes, of course, he ran down here to verify you

Realizes he forgot to bring your niece with him so he has to walk back and get her, also beats himself up for asking that so obvious question

For the rest of the summer, Seungcheol makes it a thing to always escort your niece to you for pick up

and Jeonghan is sitting there cringing at the lame Seungcheol’s attempts to flirt

One day, when seungcheol bringing your niece down to be picked up, a frown appeared on his face when he noticed it was your sister and not you today

‘y/n isn’t picking her up today?”

your sister laughs ‘no, i got off work early. She wanted to do the pick up today though, practically begged and tried to bribe me’

your niece smiles big, ‘yeah! Auntie y/n said she wanted to see you’

your sister hushes her before bidding a farewell

and Seungcheol stands there stunned, and now he has this gigantic smile on his face and Jeongan is sitting there like ‘oh no, he’s going to gloat’

Seungcheol obviously does ‘did you hear that Jeonghan!!! She wanted to see me!!! Does that mean she likes me!! It does doesn’t it! Doesn’t it!!!!’

‘YES! Now go and watch your kids before Hansol breaks something again’

The next day he’s all giddy and nervous because he’s excited to see you

He’s restless for the day, he’s bouncing his knees up and down, he’s staying outside in the scorching sun for an extra 10 minutes, he just wants the day to go by faster

and it finally happens, your niece is being called over the walkie for pick up

And he’s almost running, and when he sees you, he’s stone

Seungcheol doesn’t know what to say, he’s frozen, he’s soooo nervous now

Jeonghan is sitting there annoyed because he just wants to do his job and the drama was all fun the first few weeks but now it’s boring

‘He wants to go out to coffee with you’

‘JeOnGhAn pLs’

You giggle because seeing Seungcheol all flustered is the cutest thing ever

‘im free this weekend’

Seungcheol marbles over your phone number in his hand and Jeonghan is sitting there with his eyes rolled with a ‘you should thank me’

A few dates later, Seungcheol can’t shut up about you

He’s so over the moon with you and because Hansol is stuck working with him, Hansol gets an earful

During movie hour, Seungcheol watches so much romance movies with his kindergarteners because all he can think about it you

He’s just sooo in love with you

Kissed you once when you picking up your niece and Jihoon was there like ‘no, this is against school policy! This breaks so many rules!’

Really wants to hold your hand and walk you to your car but he can’t cause he’s got 16 screaming kindergarteners plus Hansol

He works with kids so he can’t help but imagine having a child with you, and for months he keeps it to himself but one day he accidentally let it slip and for a minute he thinks you’re going to kick him out but you just

‘i love kids, if we’re still together in the future, the idea of having kids would be plausible’

wants to cry at that moment and clings onto you for the entire day because ‘wow i love you’

He hangs up a lot of his kindergartener’s art work up and you find it so endearing and sweet

As a Kindergarten Teacher, Seungcheol holds a lot of responsibilities but honestly when he’s with you, he acts like a kindergartener himself. His need to be with you, asking you a thousand questions about your day, and unlimited amount of love for you just creates this childlike image for him. And you absolutely love the big man child that brings home self drawn pictures of you.

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buzzmemes · 4 years

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I hate this : Memes

your passport photo and copy of passport At my school, the homework was to color the picture. So very true... In my school it’s so bad, the teacher projects it on the whiteboard ah, nightmares Soo true XD They say that because you cropped it out. And that is a fact They use plotters I get it! Lol that’s good shit Im sory Toad The homework that steals your time and your lunch money 99% of sane teachers shows u the color image on smart board No teachers want to show u crappy print Just understand it. Color printer is expensive. You’re telling me that teachers give out free black children? Bet, already got three in the basement itsa me, Noir-io Facts tho It'sa me, a-Copyo! We all make mistakes in the heat of passion, Jimbo. Come back in ten years And they pop in a “do you see the ... in the picture” question Why mario on the right looks like he's about to wake me up at 3 am saying with deep demonic voice It's time for me to turn you into my spaghetti Is this the new "We have ____ at home" ? Since im in school this is to relatable The math graphs were the worst though 30 years of saving princesses, 30 years of smashing brown mushrooms. And for what? Cake? Mario!? Why does this remind me of the fearsome Llapp Goch Master. There's a good chance this is unique! I checked 103,921,185 image posts and didn't find a close match Whenever I got bad copies I'd always split the best copies around the room so every student was at least near a good copy and keep a bad one for myself... Remember when you were the chosen one to go out of class and get em papers wonderful If Mario was in Papers, Please AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA printer companies: see you little shits? this is why your printer needs colored cartridges! My name is paublo Yes Is that pablo It's supposed to be not centered Based on a true story Itsa me, Marijuanio! he looks so sad:( NVM took a secound look he looks like he bout to ask me if i wanna buy WEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDD Kinda looks like Hitler though Noah get the Death Star. My kindergarten teacher wife has to print shit at home for this reason. Effectively costs $300/year in paper/ink and another $100 to replace whatever broken down color ink printer we have in a given year. I want her to transition to laser, but haven't been able to convince her. More like the board of Education, principal and superintendents wanting another raise so the kids get B&W copies. At our large school we have 1 color copier, the rest are black and white. More often than not, kids are not getting color copies. Budget. Why is this too true Don't you be knocking LaserJet. Those things were a tank whose toner lasted a long time. DeskJet is what you are looking for. Made with HP LaserJet 100 color MFP Same Mario on the right side looks like sleep paralysis demon, ngl. Mario and Noireio. Top 10 hollywood stars ruined by drug addiction. It looks like if he ran into me he'd try to stuff me into an animatronic suit where I belong Mario looks like he's going to go on a mugging spree Too true Me looking at my paper: HERE WE GOOOO One more gram common u can do it is fentanyl the new drug to go? i only appy the fentanyl patches on them cancer patients at work, so they don't suffer 24/7. a couple of months ago there was a problem at our elderly home, bc some crazies tried to dig them used patches out of our trash..have fun with patches which are covered in shit and piss You should have done 64 or 69 Bro youd die before you even got through half a gram of fentanyl wtf do you even know what fentanyl is lmao A true epic gamer moment God I wish I had some pure fent Issa me, Black tar heroin Mario! Come with me and meet my gang of druga dealers! I really Was expecting a rickroll lmao And this is probably what he's listening to on his alone time https://youtu.be/ijBrulQXE2U It me mrio I jst snrted one mre grm and I jst deid DO IT FOR THE GRAM Go ahead and do another gram just one more gram Legendary The homework that steals your time and your lunch money............... Luigi says: do the coke to get the smoke Betta tell your moms your dads your ministers... WOOOMP WOOOMP WOOOMP!!!! Justa what me the Doctor Mario prescribed Mama mia I a need a more of that a shit YAHOOOOOO!!!! And remember kids - when you do drugs, you go to hell before you die! It’s a me druggooo Mario! I have snorted 68 grams of pure fentanyl and I am going to die. Itsame itsame I’m literally studying for an exam right now and my professor put that on his own notes... like bro nobody gives a shit about your stats notes I had a professor just say “don’t waste your money on the book. Just google book name pdf and it should be the first link.” Then he did in in class go show us And then you have the ones that sell their own 40 page notes in 2 sections for €20 each at the college book store. Or the ones that make class notes and give them out in the first class. Even better are the ones that accidentally send a pdf of their own book that they make no money on due to a shitty publisher to one or two people in the class. my favorite kinds of professors A full commitment is what I'm thinking of A lot of emulators come with a warning like "Use a bios file from your own console. Do not download one for free from the Internet!" I saw something on TIL a while back, during the prohibition era of the United States, some companies sold grape concentrate. They had a warning on them that said something to the effect of "after adding the concentrate to water, do not let it sit for two weeks as it will ferment into wine." As if...they wanted you to do it! That's a pretty calculated statement for them to make. *mobile errors I had calculus profs who would tell us 'I legally cannot advise you to steal copywrited material so under no circumstances should you go to this website and torrent the textbook for free instead of buying it from the overpriced book store and wasting your money' I always love those blank pages that just have in like size i font "Do not write here" for no fucking reason. Then the teacher tells you that they didn't see it I like when it’s in huge, WHITE print in the middle of the fucking page so half the assignment is cut off I like when it says on the side of the paper COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL DO NOT PHOTOCOPY OR DISTRIBUTE BY ANY MEANS Or the "here's a form that was made in Excel, if you could fill it out so that we can input the information back in Excel that would be great." "yeah..." "But the image gets worse!" Work in Japan. Teachers give me a copied paper. "just copy it. They have the file on their damn computer. Which is where we are sitting. -20 points. I can’t even read the damn question At my school, we get lectured for printing a class set rather than just a master. They say it’s about toner being cheaper and the copier cartridges are much much bigger. There are also a lot of places where teachers don't have access to a shared laser printer like that and don't have any option but to make photocopies, so stuff like the OP can be unavoidable sometimes. Genuinely not a problem in my school - we have a fleet of MFDs for bulk printing. We have an admin assistant in charge of the reprographics room who can interrupt jobs if needed as well. It's just an old mindset that they can't get out of. Yeah but then you have to be the asshole that released a print job with 200+ pages while others are waiting to use the copier since this is the only one you can print to. What is full sending? huzzah, a man of quality Have you tried full sending it? From an IT perspective, usually it's not that they want you to know what triggered the problem, they want you to provide concise information on what exactly you were doing up until the issue occurred. Though I do understand that IT technicians are notoriously unsociable lol I'm sure thats a great suggestion but that's the thing is that IT acts like its up to the enduser to already know whats causing the issues and what needs to be done to fix it. Also this doesn't solve his/her issue of getting staples on the copies. Have your IT reinstall your driver and you can select the options that your printer has. likely you are on a global driver, or it wasn't installed correctly! Or if I want staples. We can only select staples on our copier itself. It would be easier if the print queue thing was reliable. But I can't keep running back to my room if it didn't send it, so I make extra copies from my first one. Or if I need front/back from different originals I work in IT support for a school - teachers, for some fucking reason beyond my understanding, seem to print one copy of something, then photocopy it for their classes. Telling them that just printing it for everyone keeps the quality better doesn't sink in. It costs the same, comes out of the same device, and it's less work, but I'm the insane one. Th s rin er se ms o æ run ing lo n ink To the knee And my axe! And my sword! Take mine too! Fuck off take a useless arrow Actually it seems this printer is low on incas. Damn u incas "I'm so sorry kids, our ancient printer is not working properly again" Read the full article

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thefoxholecourtrp · 7 years

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THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Maeve Bolton Age: Twenty Class Year: Sophomore Position: Striker, #28 Hometown: San Francisco, California

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: alcohol, physical abuse, pregnancy, drug use, car crash, death

The first thing Maeve Ramsey ever learns is to stop asking for other people to save her. Her mother was some gangster’s girlfriend, kept afloat so long as he loved her and his clients loved him. Maeve spent the first few years of her childhood clutching her older sister’s hand, hiding in the closet while her father dealt drugs in their living room. Money came and went; there were days their pantry was full and there were days when Maeve’s only meal was at the library’s free lunch service during the summer, but her sister Margo was a constant by her side, shielding her eyes from the worst and braiding her hair every morning before she left for kindergarten.

When she was six, her father died in a car accident. Dead upon impact, the coroner said, and in that second, Maeve watched as everything started to shake and crumble. Her mother floundered, unsure of herself and what to do with her two daughters. Her dead boyfriend’s old partner coming into their lives had seemed, at the time, like a saving grace. Augustus Bolton walked into their two bedroom apartment like a king coming to save some damsels, all sweet smiles and sweeter words that had her mother saying an immediate yes to his proposal. It soon became clear to Maeve that there was more than one kind of cruel, and her new father had a talent for embodying as many as possible.

He ruled their household like a tyrant, and Maeve watched as her mother turned her and her sister away again and again in favor of hiding in her bedroom with a bottle of beer and a handful of pills. Her new step-father soon grew bored with the complacency and emptiness that her mother had become and set his sights on his new step-daughters. Margo tried to face him again and again, dropping Maeve off to neighbors or old friends. Soon they started staying at Margo’s friends’ houses, sleeping on couches or bedroom floors for as long as possible before they had to return home. If anything, their absence made Augustus grow angrier.

Maeve learned to stop crying out for help after the second time he hit her.

Margo may have grown up to be sullen and frightened and desperate, but Maeve grew up to be angry and frightening. She was a hurricane, all flirty pink smiles and flouncy dresses. She looked like the sweet kind of girl who became a cheerleader or a pageant queen, not a player in one of the roughest sports accessible to her. She joined Exy on a whim, a reluctantly accepted member of her high school’s all-male Exy team. The boys’ club wasn’t entirely happy to welcome this pink, pretty girl into their ranks, but Maeve had long learned how to be fast, unapologetically aggressive, and constantly underestimated. Pink was her brand on the Exy court, with coy smiles and a vicious swing. She may not have been a prodigy or a natural, but there was a certain joy that came from seeing the face of her opponents when she took her helmet off at the end of the game and have them a single smug smile.

When her sister graduated high school, she immediately clung to her boyfriend and took Maeve with her when they left the city. It was nice, for a time. Maeve transferred high schools and Exy teams, found new friends and new habits and bleached her dark hair blonde. The summer before her junior year, Margo shared the news that she was pregnant and expecting a boy. After that, it had almost seemed as if they had left their past behind. Maeve had an after school job in a diner, her sister and her boyfriend had steady work; it had seemed perfect.

Too perfect.

Three months after Quinn was born, Margo and her boyfriend left him in Maeve’s care to have a night out. It was two hours after they were supposed to come back when Maeve got a call from a police officer sharing his regrets and condolences. They had died in a crash, apparently, hit by a car coming in the other direction. The next day, her step-father was at her door, demanding she come back with him. Simmering with fury, she bit him as he dragged her into the car, only keeping quiet when he threatened to hurt Quinn. She told him the baby was hers and spent the last two weeks of her summer making an escape plan. Margo had been too complacent, too ready to settle down, too hopeful to keep an eye open while she slept. Maeve promised herself she would not make the same mistake.

She had nearly forgotten about Exy until she received a visit and a contract from Palmetto State. She had heard of their reputation, the halfway house of social rejects and troubled athletes. Wymack remembered the talented Exy player she was before her sister died, and after her old Coach sent him a letter, he knew her story too. It seemed like something almost too good to be true, an offer of a full ride from a school across the country on the condition she play for them was like a blessing in disguise. Sitting down, she negotiated care for her nephew at Palmetto State (“I have a child.” “We’ll help you take care of him. We promise.”) and the quickest way out of the hell hole that was her home.

She didn’t tell her step father about the offer until it was time for her leave, when she punched him in the face and got into a car towards her future.

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

For Maeve, Exy is a means to an end. Most of the others on the team breathe Exy like they breathe air. They love the sport and have planned their entire futures around playing after college. They talk about the moment it clicked for them, the addiction running through their veins, how right an Exy racquet feels in their hands. If she were anyone else, she might feel a tinge of guilt around her teammates, but she has never lied to herself what Exy is and why she is playing. In the beginning, Exy was an outlet and something to do after school. Now, it was the rope she had saved herself from drowning with.

She’s a terrifying force on the Exy court, though, with an unwavering focus and what Margo’s boyfriend had called “an unhealthy amount of pent up aggression in a pint sized vessel.” She was something of a classic Palmetto State Fox recruit: fierce, talented, tragic. Even entering her second year with the Foxes, she still hasn’t quite learned how to stop looking over her shoulder for monsters that aren’t there. She spent her first year angry and determined, never picking fights, but always finishing them. The amount of times she’s had to be physically pulled and carried away from an opponent who talked too much or got too inflated has ignited a series of bets about how far into a game it would take for her to explode—and whether her teammates would allow it.

MAEVE BOLTON is portrayed by IM JINAH and is CLOSED

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myteline · 6 years

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•//▪Mysterious artist▪//•

<<¤BTS FF¤>>

《♡Taehyung x Reader♡》

●☆Word count: I DONT even know… ☆●

■♢Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst(future chapters ;)) ♢■

○Description: Your name is Kim Y/N. You are 18 years old. You are Korean but moved to America 2 years ago, your dad made that decision he just wants to run from his problems -_-. Anyways you’re moving back to Korea today! You were planning on finishing high school in the school you started before moving in America however you eventually got news that Portman high school( your first high school in Korea before you moved to America) was shut down due to poor teaching system and no teachers available to teach. So your dad sent you to Soung Highschool which was a high school closer to your home than Portman. Everything goes well till you meet a guy and he acts weird around you and he always acts like a dick around you. I wonder why?

Previously in Chapter 2:

The boys were so happy to have you back and you were happy to be back. You texted the girls the night before and agreed to go out to buy school things. Clothes, supplies, etc. You got up and got ready. You stopped for a second and looked in the mirror... Was this reality? Was this really you? You couldn't believe that it was reality... How could your life go back to normal after that day? It never would... it was always an act. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the doorbell ringing multiple times and Mark shouting at you to open it.

Chapter 3:

Lisa: Hey gurlll! Jisoo: Hiya!! How are you gorgeous!! Y/N: Ohh PpPLEasE pfffttt. Hi guys! Mark: Byeee nuggets! You waved at Mark and left. You went to the mall with the girls and bought multiple things.

-TIME SKIP TO BEDTIME- toooo lazyyy to type ;))

Mark: Tomorrows your first day back! Are you nervous? Y/N: Nahhhh *you said confidently although on the inside you were endlessly shaking*. Suddenly you felt warm. Mark was hugging you. Y/N:???! Mark: Don't ever lie to me *he said softly* Don't keep it inside you, talk to me, I can't lose anyone anymore... You felt weak and fell to your knees, silently sobbing. His words hurt you cause you knew you were the cause of this in the first place. No one else is to blame except yourself... Mark hugged you even tighter. His hugs were the best, they were comforting.

Mark POV:

I hugged Y/N I didn't wanna lose her but I could tell she was lying to me. How can she not be nervous on her first day back to her old high school? suddenly I felt a weight on my shoulder. Y/N had fallen asleep. I picked her up and put her into her bed. Mark: Goodnight Y/N *kisses *forehead*.

Y/N POV:

You woke up. Suddenly you remembered what had happened the previous night. Mark... Does he still blame?

-FLASHBACK-

You woke up on the hospital bed, confused you asked the nurse what had happened. She told you everything... You started crying... You felt like screaming and then heard him shout. Mark: WHAT NO! WHY! WHY! *He was breaking down* He entered your room and said, “ I HATE YOU! YOU CAUSED ALL OF THIS! JUST DIE ALREADY” His words penetrated your heart. You felt like jumping off a bridge. He wanted you to die and he was the closest family to you after your mum died so when you heard him say that you were in utter shock. Your heart was beating too fast, you were feeling dizzy, tears were streaming down your eyes. Mark was forced out of the room and that's all you saw till you blanked out. One day you woke up and saw a nurse with a worried but excited expression. Nurse1: Miss you're finally awake! She hugged you tight* OH MY WE THOUGHT YOU WOULD EVER WAKE UP! Y/N: How long was I asleep for? Doctor1: Almost 2 weeks and we thought because of your trauma you would never wake u as your body started shutting down... Y/N: So I almost killed myself unknowingly? Nurse1: Kind of... yes... Y/N: Did anyone come visit me during this time? Doctor1: Yes a group of girls came and spoke to you every day with hope youll wake up and a boy came but he could never enter the room he always said that if you wake up to say that he was just upset he didn't want to hurt you and he never meant those words. But I'm not sure what he meant... Although the doctor and nurse had no idea you did. Mark didn't mean those words but you know he did. He had never spoken to you that way so you knew he was genuine.

- END OF FLASHBACK-

Mark: Y/NNN ARE YOU READY WELL BE HEADING OUT IN 15 MINUTES UNLESS YOU WANNA WALK! He shouted from downstairs. OK Y/N breathe everything will be fine! Your first day is going to be a good one! Y/N: COMINGGG

- TIME SKIP TO ARRIVAL AT SCHOOL- (too lazy to type) All eyes were on you. This is what you were wearing.

Everyone was in awe. Y/N: BYEE MARK! Imma go get my schedule! You left Mark and as you were running indoor you bumped into someone. Y/N: IM SO SORRY! ???: Do you ever watch were your going chubbs? The boy hugged you. Y/N: SAMUEL!? OMG, I MISSED YOU SO FUCKING MUCH! Samuel: Me too chubsss!!! You and Samuel were childhood BFFs but after you left Korea you lost contact the only updates you got were through the girls. And the other way around the only updates they got was from the girls. Y/N: Wanna come with me to get my schedule? Samuel: Of course lets gooo! You went to the office and found out you had most classes except English and some other boring ones with Samuel. The bell rang and you went to your first class which thankfully was art. You entered the class and as before all eyes were on you. Teacher: New student! Please introduce yourself! Y/N: Hi I'm Y/N and I hope we can all be friends! You sat down next to Samuel and an empty seat. You took your sketchbook out and as you were about to open your sketchbook someone entered the class. They were almost late but as from their gasp for air, you could tell he ran to get here. He was probably running late. ???: Sorry miss I had to drop my little sis to her first day at kindergarten and she woke up late! He apologised and you could tell he was sincere. Teacher: Its ok Taehyung, just don’t let it happen again. She sad in a sweet tone. You looked at him... Do I know him from somewhere? You ignored your thoughts and drew. After half an hour or so the teacher asked you to show your drawing. You went up and showed the class your drawing. Everyone's jaws dropped. This is what you drew:

Teacher: Woah! It looks like we have another good artist in here! *Bell rings* Teacher: OK everyone please pack up. Y/N AND Taehyung please stay behind! You stay behind as the teacher asked you to. Teacher: Y/N this is Taehyung. Taehyng this is Y/N. You two are the best artists in this class so, Taehyung you already know this, but Y/N if I am ever in need of a student to represent our school in competition is going to be you two who will be picked for it. Is that ok?”You both nodded.”Well, then you're free to go unless you wanna say anything to each other...” Y/N: Hi I'm Y/N nice to meet you :)) Taehyung: Whatever... he said as he left the classroom but he accidentally pushed you as he turned around. You fell and were in utter shock. Why is he such a dick? He looked like such a sweet boy! W-w-wait co-could i-it be that he's jealous or is he afraid ill beat him? But I'm nowhere near his level! UGH, whatever. Teacher: OH MY! Y/N I'm so sorry he isn't always like this i dont know whats gotten into him ately. Hes been acting strange and coming late to cass... Y/N: its ok! Ill take my leave now see you next time teacher! You exit the class and head to lunch. As you enter the cafeteria you see four girls sitting at a table giggling. You go behind one of them and cover her eyes. Jennie: I know its you chubbs! she said as she smirked. Y/N: WHAT? HOW? Lisa: We have known you for over 9 years of course we would recognise you! Y/N: OH. Well how were your lessons? BP: They were fine! You? Y/N: Well, uhm-uh they were fine i guess... *they gave you stare which indicated that they knew you were lying- UGH FINE it was actually bad cause this guy is acting like a dick! HEs HES SO- You felt cold water down your back... TO BE CONTINUEDDDD

#bts #BTS jimin #bts ff #BTS jin #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts taehyung #bts jhope #BTS jungkook #bts fanfction

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