why do i want to enter a school

This photo is going around on the internet right now, like some cheap meme with the caption “Here’s a photo for all those upset about the Muslim ban.“ I was compelled to write a response. I know this is a tumblr for Pokemon GO and I’ve tried my best for these months to keep posting fun things about this fandom but I cannot stay silent. I am sorry for the deviation from the norm you have all come to expect from me, but this I cannot abide. This is my message:

My father worked at the World Trade Centers from 1998-2001. He survived that day because he took me to school that morning when I was in my third or fourth day of 6th grade. This isn’t about my father, though, because he can tell his story in his own way when he feels it is appropriate. I will explain my own story.

I had been pulled out of class that morning. They didn’t tell me what had happened, just assuring my 11 year old self that my father was okay and that there was a fire at the World Trade Centers. I know they were lying. They couldn’t put me in touch with my father. I knew something was wrong. I knew about the 1993 bombings. I often wondered what would happen in the towers fell on the city, looking down on it from above, if such an attack were to happen again.

Sitting in the principals office I was filled with anger, sadness, disgust, loneliness, despair, anxiety, depression and chaos. My father might have been dead, killed by terrorist from a land I knew nothing about. I sat in that office for 45 minutes thinking nothing but that.

Then my mom came to get me. She told me my father was okay. Then I saw him. He was crying. We hugged. I told him that as long as he was okay I was okay. That made everything okay.

I had every right to be upset and vindictive against the muslim community because of the acts of an element of radical extremists attempting to murder my father. In fact some of my peers actually encouraged me to fill my hear with hate and anger, to put aside my childish wonder of the world and build walls in my heart to separate me from the muslim faith as a whole. The propaganda on television and the fact we were entering into two wars as retribution for September Eleventh didn’t help.

But I couldn’t do it. Something inside of me wanted to answer the burning question of “why?”. So I did some research in the middle school computer lab and very quickly found my answer. There is a large contingent of radical terrorists, of every nation and faith, that are drawn to the cause because they have no other options. I read that a suicide bomber in Iraq was paid $20,000 to carry out his attack. This money was needed for his family to pay for shelter, electricity, food, water, security and heat. The basic essentials that allow us to be human and not think with hate and sadness but rather with compassion and understanding. The people in Afghanistan, in the mountainous regions, join extremist groups because they have no resources to sustain their life.

That was when I learned about the concept of ‘sustainability’. The Brundtland Report in 1987 defined sustainability loosely as any action that leaves the world in a better or same state as the way you came into it. I decided at that point, as a 12 year old, to not fight the extremists with a gun, but rather to help get the muslim community the essentials they need so they never have to feel like terrorism is the only way to support themselves, their family or have their message heard.

Islamic extremists tried to kill my family. I do not hate the muslim community. I am a vocal opponent of the muslim ban, registry or oppression. All people no matter what race, creed, nationality, faith, background, color, gender, sex, identification, whatever deserve to be treated as human beings. Because thats what we all are when you get down to it. We are humans, of many glorious and wonderful backgrounds and interests, that should work together rather than divide ourselves. We are one species no matter what you look like or sound like. The blood that runs through my veins runs through the veins of the man in Iraq, Afghanistan, Turkey, Somalia, France, Russia, China, North Korea, everywhere.

We are a nation that has a proud history of accepting people of all backgrounds. I am German. If this ideology had been pervasive in the 1930-40s then wouldn’t I have been held accountable for the actions of the Nazi’s in the same way that people of the muslim faith are persecuted for the actions of the extremists? I have muslim friends. If I can not hate them, can you try to exercise a little empathy for the innocent people caught up in this?

I will leave you with a couple of quotes for thought:

“In these days of difficulty, we Americans everywhere must and shall choose the path of social justice…the path of faith, the path of hope, and the path of love toward our fellow man.” - Franklin Roosevelt

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” - Statue of Liberty

Love always. Reject hate. Be compassionate. Be empathetic. Love thy neighbor. Protect the innocent. Fight for the oppressed. Crush evil. Be vigilant. Be strong. Be good.

I love you all. Remember that, always.

- T 


Do you have school-aged children?

I am a teacher. I’ve been a teacher for nearly twelve years. I’ve seen a huge number of education changes happen during this time, but I am worried about what is happening in education right now - and I am not sure that the general public are aware of the extent of the difficulties we face.

Let me start by saying that I am not concerned about my pay. I don’t want more money. I am not asking for your concern about my wages.

What I am concerned about are the cuts that the Conservative government are making to education - huge, life-changing cuts that are having a detrimental effect on the mental health and well-being of a massive number of children and young people.

This is going to be long, but if you have children, please bear with me and read to the end.

1. The new GCSE system

Michael Gove started his annihilation of the A*-G GCSE system back in 2010, and this year we see the first string of examinations take place. “More rigour” was the battle cry. However, did you know that the new GCSE English Literature exam - including the poetry exam, requiring study of an anthology of 15 poems - is closed-book? This means that no student will be given a copy of the text in their exam - not even SEND (special educational needs and disabilities) students, many of which have recall and memory problems.

The GCSE English Language exam uses extracts from heritage texts that carry a reading age of approximately 17. The average reading age of a GCSE-level student is 14. So why are we asking our students to read and analyse texts that are aimed at someone with a reading age 3 years above their own? Some of my students have a reading age of 9. They cannot in any way access the papers. In addition to this, the papers are up to 2hrs and 15mins long, often with a high number of questions - the Edexcel GCSE English Language paper 2 is equivalent to a mark a minute. I am seeing students who want to succeed breaking down as they simply cannot fit it all in - to understand and then interpret a text in such a small amount of time is extremely difficult for some students, and so what we are seeing is an increasing number of students switching off from their education as they simply write themselves off as ‘stupid’. You can see the Edexcel GCSE papers for English language here: https://qualifications.pearson.com/content/dam/pdf/GCSE/English%20Language/2015/specification-and-sample-assesment/GCSE-English-Lang-SAMs.pdf

I can only speak for English as it is my subject, but what I know is in existence across the whole curriculum is this: the Conservative government and Ofqual have released a new 9-1 grading system - but have only just, one month before GCSE exams commence, launched any real model of what each grade looks like. For the last two years, teachers have been working to help students achieve grades without knowing what those grades look like. We were told that a 9 was an “A**”, reserved for the top 3% of the country, and we were told that a “good pass” would be a 5 and equivalent to a high C/low B, and that a 1 would be equivalent to a G, but that’s it. Last month, they even changed that - making the new “good pass” a 4 for students - but to add insult to injury, kept the “good pass” at a 5 for schools when being graded for league tables.

Confused yet? Imagine working in it.

We still don’t know how the new GCSEs are going to be graded. We probably won’t know for sure until after the exams. The Conservative government are talking about “rigour” whilst simultaneously asking us to teach a system that has such little “rigour” that nobody even knows what a student needs to do to achieve a 9 grade.

Schools are in disarray as they know one thing to be true - if their GCSE results are bad, Ofsted will swoop in, prepared to announce them as “requiring improvement”. This will happen despite the fact that even though we have repeatedly asked for clearer guidance and clarification on exactly what we can do to help students achieve the best they can, we have not been given anything. Nothing at all.

The goalposts are *still* moving, even now - and some of your children are sitting these exams in less than a month.

We are risking entering a time where the Key Stage 4 curriculum consists of teaching to the test and not much else. This goes against everything that most teachers stand for. Teaching to the test is boring. It doesn’t help students to love their subjects; it kills any enthusiasm they ever had. Last week, I had a 90-minute discussion with my GCSE English group about whether Hyde (from Stevenson’s story) was really a person. It ended with the students asserting that Hyde was never a person; he was not even a personality - Hyde was simply an excuse. These GCSE students - aged 15 - critically evaluated the novel and its interpretations, deciding that Jekyll and Hyde is actually a story about choice, rather than split personalities or hidden evil. It was incredible. I walked away worried that I’d wasted an hour and a half of exam practice. This should not be happening.

2. Excessive Testing at Ages 7 and 11

I am going to give my professional opinion on this, as someone who works at the chalkface: these exams are completely arbitrary and do not test the skills required for success at GCSE and in adult life.

This year, I had a cohort of Year 7 students arrive at my school having not written a proper story for over a year. They knew what a fronted adverbial was, and how to spot an internal clause, and even what a preposition was - but when I set them a task to write a story, they broke down and cried. They cried. I asked them to write a story - something that should be incredibly enjoyable and an adventure, regardless of your level of ability or need - and they couldn’t do it. They knew the nuts and bolts, sure - but had no idea how to put them together in any meaningful way. They had ideas, but no confidence.

My year 7 cohort had some of the highest SATs scores we could have hoped for - many of them with scaled scores of 115 and higher (scaled scores go from 80-120, with 100 as an 'average’), but their first creative writing piece was a huge failure, and I felt like a failure. We’ve since done a huge amount of work on story writing and creative motivation to develop their confidence and bring their marks up, but this has taken time from us that could have been used to develop their analytical skills, to develop their use of imagery and tone, to help them become more critical thinkers. I should not be teaching students how to piece a story together at secondary school.

I completely agree that students need to leave primary school 'secondary ready’. However, I do not think that testing students’ ability to identify grammatical items over their ability to compose a creative piece is the best way to do it. It only increases student anxieties when they arrive at secondary school only to find that they have no idea how to approach their secondary-level subjects.

I have a firm belief that testing students does not make them better learners. What should be happening is this: teachers should be being given the freedom to develop their students’ motivation, creativity, critical thinking, enthusiasm and, most of all, their passion. Students with passion always, always succeed.

This Conservative government seem to think that “rigour” means taking education decisions out of the hands of teachers. Michael Gove - a journalist - started this course of action. He criticised us when we told him it would not work, and pressed ahead regardless.

Multiple studies have shown that the mental health of children is suffering under this government. This has been known as far back as 2015: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/over-focus-on-exams-causing-mental-health-problems-and-self-harm-among-pupils-study-finds-10368815.html with 90% of teachers agreeing that SATs preparation is harming students’ mental health: https://www.tes.com/news/school-news/breaking-news/nine-10-teachers-believe-sats-preparation-harms-childrens-mental

3. Grammar Schools

We do not need grammar schools. We don’t. If we increase funding to all state schools to a level reflective of needs, allow teachers to develop a ‘grammar curriculum’ (lots of extra-curricular, increase independence of teachers), give schools ‘grammar resources and invest in better pastoral care (decent behaviour interventions that selective grammars don’t need) then we won’t need grammar schools. Don’t let Theresa May fool you.

The Conservative government say that working class students need a decent chance to succeed, and so she wants to build grammar schools above investing in local state-run facilities? Riiiiight. It’s a clear fact that house prices in catchment areas are higher. It’s a clear fact that middle-class families usually spend on tutoring and so more middle-class children get into grammar schools.

Why do we need to build more schools when we can just give more money to existing ones?

It’s easy to improve a school. Stop cutting funding and invest in decent support services. Which leads me to…

4. Cuts to Funding

When I entered teaching in 2005, most classes had a learning support assistant (you may know them as a TA). These people were incredibly important - they worked with SEND students, BESD (behavioural, social and emotional difficulties) students, assisted with students who had been absent or were having trouble accessing the curriculum and they did this on minimal pay, with minimal complaint. I once taught a class where two girls, twins, had complex SEND needs, spoke no English, could speak Arabic and German but couldn’t read it, and had no social skills. My TA was incredible, and she developed a whole scheme of picture-based activities for them to help them become happy, capable members of society.

This government have cut spending on education to the point where these TAs are rare, or simply don’t exist.

Now, teachers are asked to develop the progress and achievement of these students alone. If your child is dyslexic, they no longer have the ‘luxury’ of a TAs attention or time – instead, it is their teacher’s job to accommodate them. Believe me, this is something we want to do. If we had the ability, we’d break off a little bit of ourselves and sit with them as much as we could. However, the average class size is 30, and this is impossible. We are told we are failing when our most vulnerable students do not achieve, but when you have 30 students, it’s not always easy to give every vulnerable student the time you wish to give. TAs allowed every student to progress and achieve as they allowed the class teacher time to develop clear schemes of work that could be worked on separately to the class, alongside the main learning. Now, dyslexic students are at the hands of often newly-qualified teachers who are still developing their differentiation skills and do not always have the time or resources to make good things happen. This is a direct result of funding cuts.

This isn’t just about SEND students, either. The excessive cuts to education mean that many schools are now in a situation where they are considering making cuts in the curriculum and getting rid of specific subjects, usually the arts: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/education/education-news/education-schools-struggling-financially-axing-gcse-a-level-courses-cutting-class-trips-headteachers-a7620931.html

Students today are being denied the opportunity to access the arts – the subjects that make them well-rounded thinkers, evaluative learners and creative, motivated individuals. I find it hard to stomach that due to excessive Conservative cuts, students are going to miss out on drama class, or art class, or music. That they may never know the joy of a school play, or what it feels like to be told to make their own song, or to find their groove when looking at characters in Shakespeare. Why the arts? Well, because they don’t add “rigour” – the new E-Bacc asks schools to focus on students getting English, maths, science, a language and a humanities subject – there is no requirement for arts. When you’re a cash-strapped school and you face a poor Ofsted report if your results are bad, why would you waste time and money on a qualification that, to the government, doesn’t count? These decisions are being made every damn day, because the government have headteachers over a barrel. You must succeed. You must get above average pass rates (which is in itself ridiculous; there will always be half below average). You must push out students with E-Baccs. If you don’t, we will academise you.

Are we here to provide exam factories that churn out identikit students? We’ve already seen a cut in vocational qualifications and a rise in mandatory GCSE resits in English and Maths. Therefore, if your daughter has her heart set on becoming a mechanic, she may not have the opportunity to even access a course until she is 18 – in the past, she could have done this at age 14, by choosing a vocational mechanic course as an ‘option’ – but hey-ho, these have been cut. Instead, she will have to do the same GCSEs as everyone else, and if she can’t get that “good pass” in English, well, then she’ll just have to resit. And if she doesn’t get the “good pass” the next time, well, she’ll just have to resit again. Until she is old enough to walk away. Why are we putting our students through this? Why aren’t we nurturing a child’s natural enthusiasm?

I taught a GCSE class back in 2009. It was a ‘bottom set’ class; they made my life hell but overall, were decent kids who just hated English, one of only two subjects they did at school as the rest of the time they were out doing vocational courses. They mainly got Ds in English, despite my best efforts. One own his own garage now. One runs her own hairdressing business. One builds motorbikes. One runs his own farm. Nowadays, these students wouldn’t stand a chance.

Cuts also affect the level of pastoral support that exists in schools. The best schools invest clearly in the wellbeing of their students by providing them with mentors, non-teaching year leaders, behaviour liaison officers and pastoral teams. Remember ‘Educating Essex’? Those ladies in the office who worked with the kids to get them back into class and enjoying education? Those are the important people. Those are the ones we are losing.

To end this massive rant, I want to point you towards the amazing-yet-horrifying website ‘School Cuts’ – www.schoolcuts.org.uk. It allows you to look at any school in the country and see the level of cuts, with a calculation of how many teachers it is equivalent to. I don’t think many people in the UK really understand what we are up against here. Here are a few figures that mean something to me:

Hove Park School, Brighton & Hove: -£940,335 in cuts – equivalent to 25 teachers or -£659 per pupil

The Burgess Hill Academy (formerly Oakmeeds Community College), Sussex: -£273,426 / 7 teachers / -£340 per pupil

Bridgemary Community School, Gosport: -£421,065 / 12 teachers / -£797 per pupil

Sir Thomas Boteler CofE High School, Warrington: -£132,685 / 4 teachers / -£211 per pupil

Durrington High School, Worthing: -£474,491 / 13 teachers / -£274 per pupil

This is horrifying. These cuts mean that your children are absolutely not getting the education they need or deserve – all thanks to apparently “unavoidable” cuts made by a government who have already cut corporation tax, can afford themselves an 11% pay rise, can reduce inheritance tax and make allowances for the very rich.

I know that you may not like the leaders of the other parties very much. I understand that Brexit plays a part. However, students are arriving to school hungry, and we no longer have the funds to provide for them. We are being forced by this government to pressure students through a horrific, class-led system that discriminates against anyone with educational needs and that none of us agree with - and changes to strike laws mean that we can’t even protest it the way we want to. Brexit is happening, for now. Don’t be blinded by May. She wants you to be blinkered and she wants you to ignore the massive demolition of education. Don’t give her what she wants.

A vote for the Conservative government is a vote that gives them a mandate to ruin the lives of young people today - unless Conservative voters work with us to stop these cuts. I urge you – please look at the schoolcuts website, please take in just how much is being cut from your local area and PLEASE look at the other parties’ policies on education. Challenge your Conservative MP. Ask them to fight for change too. This is an issue that does not need to be red or blue!

Teachers should control education. Not politicians.

If your school is striking this term, please understand that we never want to deprive anyone of education. Strikes are always a last resort and always happen when we are not being listened to. The media will try to spin it and tell you we are all selfish misers who want better pay. We don’t. We want an end to a broken and corrupt system that exploits children and benefits the rich - that is all. Support your local schools, help out where you can - and vote for a party who will bring the humanity back to education.

—  Okay, I know I haven’t posted in a while and this post is incredibly long. However for the last week I have been studying and preparing for my mock exams, around 5 hours each night. Want to know why I’m studying for so long for MOCKS because everything we need to learn is incredibly long, we have to learn a Shakespeare play plus a 19th century novella and everything else. I am a dyslexic student and the closed-book exams are ridiculous, ever heard the quote “you can’t judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree” this is what they are doing. This status is making its way around Facebook after a teacher called Rebecca Bradley posted it highlighting what’s going on. It’s seriously messed up and needs to change not just the GCSE’s but budgeting.
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Request: Request: Can you make and imagine which Zach is depressed after Hannah’s death (being a reason of her death) and all these secret stuff, reader is taking care of him like a little baby and make him happy as always. Zach is so happy to have her in his life and saying this often. thanks xx

A/N: You guys are seriously crazy. Thank you so much for 325 follower already.
I love you! xx

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Originally posted by livingbadmemories


These tapes.
These goddamn tapes.
I get why Hannah did what she did and how these tapes are part of it but still.
They cause nothing but trouble for everyone.

Especially now that Clay has them.
Everyone’s freaking out and I have no idea how long it will take until everything goes down.

And the fact that Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey, the boy that I love more than anything in this world, was on tape seven on this tapes makes everything even harder.
As soon as he realized Hannah recorded these tapes he told me everything.
Starting with the night at Rosie’s after Marcus stood her up, over that Dollar Valentine thing, right up to the compliment bag and the letter.
Shortly after I found out about everyone else as well.
Justin. Alex. Jessica. Marcus. And most importantly: About Bryce.
It was a shock but it happened and being miserable over it wouldn’t help anyone.
So I accepted the fact and carried part of Zach’s guilt with me.

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Skam week. Part 1.

Idea explained here.

You can find all the parts here.

MONDAY 9:10am

She wasn’t going to go to school. She couldn’t. She had already decided it. It was going to be difficult to convince her mom to let her stay but she had to, she couldn’t face them, not yet.

Sana had spent the whole weekend in her bedroom. She came home on Friday after spending more than an hour in the street trying to calm down, she didn’t want her mom to ask questions. But you can’t fool your mother and of course Mama Bakkoush had noticed that something was going on with her daughter the moment she had set one foot in her house. She wasn’t crying when she got home but she had been and her mom had noticed. She convinced her that it was nothing, just a little fight with one of her friends. Maybe her mom wasn’t fully convinced but she had let her go to her room without any more questions.

Elias didn’t come that night, or the next day. He called to say that he was staying at Adam’s. Sana knew exactly why he didn’t come. He was still angry at what had happened at the party and was trying to cool down. The Bakkoush siblings liked to isolate themselves when something happened to them.

When on Sunday, Elias had come home the first thing he did was trying to talk with Sana, but she had avoided him saying that she had a lot to study and didn’t have time to study.

Elias wasn’t stupid, and he knew his sister, he knew something was bugging her but he decided to give her space.

So on Monday morning when his mother asked him to go to the kitchen he already knew what it was about before entering the room.

“She doesn’t want to go to school Elias”

What? That doesn’t sound like Sana” he knew his sister liked going to school, even though she didn’t want to admit it

“That’s why I’m worried. You didn’t see her coming home on Friday. She clearly had been crying. Weren’t you with her on Friday? Do you know what happened to her?”

“She was crying? Why haven’t you told me that until now?” he asked

“You didn’t come home, remember?”

“I would’ve if I’d known my sister came home crying. And no I don’t know what happened to her. I saw her on Friday but we parted ways after awhile”

“I’m worried about her Elias, and she won’t talk to me.”

“Have you asked her?”

“Of course. She said she had a fight with a friend. But I think there’s more to it than that”

“I’ll talk to her”

 ——x—–

“Sana? Can I come in?” Elias knocked on the door, waiting for his sister to answer.

“I want to sleep Elias, leave me alone” Sana said from the inside

“I don’t care. I’m coming in”

He opened the door and found Sana still on the bed covered with the sheets.

“What are you doing?” he asked motioned to her

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Why aren’t you going to school today?”

“I’m not feeling well”

“Yeah, well, that’s bullshit. Mom told me about Friday. What happened to you?”

Elias approached the bed and sat on the edge of it forcing Sana to sit down too to leave him space.

“Argh, what do you want Elias?”

“I think I’ve made myself very clear. I want to know what happened to you on Friday. Who hurt you?”

“No one, I’m fine. I just feel sick, that’s all” she said without looking at him

“Is this about the fight? I know I shouldn’t have left you alone and I’m sorry. But I was out of control and it was better for me to leave, believe me”

“What was all of that about anyway? Why were you fighting?”

“It’s a long story, you wouldn’t understand”

“You think so? Who do you think invited Even? Who invited you?”

“You arranged the whole thing? Why? How do you know Even?”

“He’s my friend. So is Isak by the way, the guy one of you punched. And Mahdi, Jonas and Magnus, they’re my friends too. They all go to Nissen”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s not like you and I tell each other everything anymore is it? There’s a lot of things you’re not telling me either Elias. Like, what happened last Friday? Why were you drinking?”

“We’re not talking about me Sana. We’re talking about you and why were you crying on Friday and why haven’t you left your bedroom the whole weekend and why don’t you want to go to school?”

“I told mom, I had a fight with one of my friends”

“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter”

“It does matter. Whoever hurt you is going to listen to me, I don’t care who it is”

Sana couldn’t help to laugh at the irony of that sentence. If only Elias knew that the one that had hurt her the most was his best friend, mr. perfect.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing, it’s just that is funny seeing you getting all worked up about a fight with my friends.”

“I don’t see how it’s funny. I told you, if you’re sad, I’m sad, if you’re angry, I’m angry.”

“Thank you Elias. But it was just girls stuff, my friends preferring the party girls over me. That’s all. After the fight I entered the place I heard some stuff about my friends and left. And I don’t want to see them today, but I’ll do it tomorrow” she said hoping that it would be enough for him to leave her alone.

“That’s it? Nothing else happened?” Elias asked frowning.

“Why are you surprised?”

“Well, I’m not a genius like you but I do know how to count. And I left the fight with three boys, not four. One was missing. I thought maybe he had stayed with you. You know, Yousef.”

Sana’s stomach sank when she heard that name. She had been trying to avoid it during the whole conversation. She thought she had already convinced Elias to let it go, but of course he had to say that name. Sana could feel her heart beating fast in her chest, her hands sweating, the tears threatening to come out.

“Sana? Why are you looking at me like that?” Elias said worried. He had noticed how Sana had gone pale as soon as he had mention Yousef. She could see the red on her eyes, she was about to cry. “What did he do?”

She couldn’t answer, the image of Yousef and Noora kissing came to her mind and as much as she had been fighting the tears, she started to cry.

“Sana, what the hell did he do to you? If he touched you I swear I…”

“No.” she said shaking her head compulsively.

Elias felt sick seeing his sister like that. He put an arm around her and brought her close to his chest.

“Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay Sana. Everything is going to be fine. But I need you to tell what he did. Because if he hurt you in any way he’s going to hear me”

“Please don’t.”

“Stop defending him. Look at you. You’re a mess and it’s his fault. Don’t tell me it’s not, I’ve seen the look in your eyes when I’ve mentioned his name. If you don’t tell me then I’ll ask him myself” he tried to stand up but Sana held on tight to his shirt forcing him to stay.

He nodded and hugged tighter.

“He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know he hurt me. And I don’t want him to know. Elias please.”

“Okay…but please tell me at least.”

“I don’t want to talk about it…Not today”

Fine, I won’t pressure you. But know that I’m here, okay?”

She nodded against his chest.

 —-x—–

She had fallen asleep like that, in her brother’s arm. When Elias noticed that she was sleeping he gently laid her on the bed and covered her with the sheets. He then left her room trying not to wake her up.

—x—-

Thank you so much for reading! 

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Special Edition Young Jump GOLD Vol. 1: Aqours Mini-Interviews

Voice of Takami Chika
Belonging to CYaRon!

Inami Anju

Born on February 7. Height 157cm. Blood type B.
Nickname = Anchan

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“‘Kimi no Kokoro wa Kagayaiteru Kai?’! It’s Aqours’ 1st single, so it’s the song of our beginning.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
“The same voice actresses performed as different characters in different works, and I was interested in being able to go to a lot of places and time periods. I want to share in the regular experience of ‘fun’ together with everyone as Aqours!”


Voice of Matsuura Kanan
Belonging to AZALEA

Suwa Nanaka

Born on November 2. Height 157cm. Blood type unknown.
Nickname = Suwawa

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“Aqours’ newest single ‘HAPPY PARTY TRAIN’. It’s a song with Kanan as the center, and it also voices a lot of my feelings.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"After I saw Hidamari Sketch, I started aiming to become a voice actress. I also liked foreign dramas, so I wanted to perform more as many types of characters.”


Voice of Kurosawa Dia
Belonging to AZALEA

Komiya Arisa

Born on February 5. Height 163cm. Blood type B.
Nickname = Arisha

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“‘Todokanai Hoshi da to Shite mo’. The title is like that of a ballad, but it’s a rock song, and I like that gap.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"I learned about this genre while acting and dubbing for Tokumei Sentai Go-Busters. From now on, I want to go and continue working hard in live-action filming, anime and gravure.”


Voice of Sakurauchi Riko
Belonging to Guilty Kiss

Aida Rikako

Born on August 8. Height 150cm. Blood type O.
Nickname = Rikyako

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“‘Kimi no Kokoro wa Kagayaiteru Kai?’, our debut song. I think that it’s a really positive and fresh song that symbolizes Aqours.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"I came across the work of a voice actress through Gintama, and I wanted to become a voice actress. I want to continue acting without deviating from my core as a voice actress.”


Voice of Ohara Mari
Belonging to Guilty Kiss

Suzuki Aina

Born on July 23. Height 147cm. Blood type unknown.
Nickname = Ainya

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“‘Mattete Ai no Uta’, Aqours’ first ballad. Within Aqours’ cast, there’s a lot of us with ‘Ai’ in our names too!”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"I wanted to become an anisong singer, so I entered this world. I want my singing to reach more and more people as Aqours!”


Voice of Kurosawa Ruby
Belonging to CYaRon!

Furihata Ai

Born on February 19. Height 148cm. Blood type B.
Nickname = Furirin (Artisan)

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“I really like the intro of ‘Yume Kataru yori Yume Utaou’, so I listen to it a lot.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"My friend said to me, ‘Your voice resembles that character’s’, so I got an interest in voice actors, then I wanted to try to dub by myself. I want to become a voice actress who surprises people with the gap between me and my characters!”


Voice of Tsushima Yoshiko
Belonging to Guilty Kiss

Kobayashi Aika

Born on October 23. Height 155cm. Blood type O.
Nickname = Aikyan

Q. What’s your favorite Aqours song?
“‘Waku-Waku-Week!’! The energy of the Uranohoshi Girls’ High School 1st years squeezes into you.”

Q. Why did you become a voice actress, and what are your current ambitions?
"Auditioning for Aqours was a chance for me to enter into voice-acting work, so I faced my strong feelings of ‘I’ll start with this’. I won’t let go of whatever opportunity I have, and I want to do any job with my all.”


Translation: Dyrea
QC: @yujachachacha

The other two can be found here courtesy of shukamod (@saitou-shuka)!

What Was That

-not requested-

a/n; I have the feels for Monty so, here you go

Word Count: 637

Pairing: Montgomery De La Cruz X Reader


Y/N’s P.O.V

I pushed the gymnasium door open, anger and sadness rushing through me. The girls stopped their cheerleading practice, being the only people in here aside from some guys who came to watch, well, because they’re guys, you know how they are. 

“Sherri, you bitch.” I hissed, feeling my eyes burn with tears, she looked shocked by my language. “Y/N, girl, whats wrong?” She tried to place a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off instantly. “You knocked that stop sign down,” her eyes widened, “and you didn’t tell anyone, you left it like that-” “Y/N, don’t please.” She tried to stop me but I through my hands up in the air. 

“Y/N!” Monty called from the bleachers, “babe.” He started making his way down them, I knew I was making a fool of myself, but I don’t care. I’m breaking, hell, I broke the second I saw her face. “Because of you, my-my brother’s dead!” I snapped, a couple of girls gasped, looking at Sherri with confused faces. 

“Jesus, Y/N.” Now Monty was speed walking over to me, reaching me quickly, I didn’t look away from her as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Y/N, who told you that?” She tried to fake innocence, “that’s a horrible rumor.” She added. I shook my head furiously, taking a step forward, she seemed to tense. “Y/N-” “Monty, please just shut up.” I sighed, his hand disappeared. “You really want to know who told me? Or do you already know?” I whispered harshly to her. 

Sherri finally figured out how I knew, Hannah Baker. “But you’re not on the tapes.” She mumbled, I rolled my eyes. “Alex is, and he’s my best friend, you think he wouldn’t tell me why my brother died!” “Alright, babe, that’s enough.” Monty quite literally pulled me away from her, straight out of the gym as I stayed quiet. 

Once we entered the hallway, which was empty, it was an after-school practice, he looked at me. Most people expect him to be some stone cold jerk, which he is, if he doesn’t care about you. “Y/N, what was that?” And that’s all it took for me to loose it. His eyes widened slightly, he’s only ever seen me cry once, and that was at Jeff’s funeral, but I pulled myself together then, because I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. 

But I don’t have the energy anymore. 

I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding on to him for dear life. He tensed for a moment, as if this is something he’s never dealt with, which I’m sure is true, he’s not exactly the type that sticks with a girl to the point of seeing her cry. But I was different, that’s what he told me, and my brother when he was hesitant about us going out. 

He moved over to the wall and started sitting down, pulling me with him, it looked as if he had been holding me bridal style and then sat down with me. His fingers got tangled in my hair as he pushed it away from my face, kissing my forehead lightly. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled, moving my head back, looking at him for a moment. He shook his head slowly, “it’s okay.” His shoulders shrugged, almost going unnoticed.

“Can we not talk about what I just said in there?” I asked softly when I saw him looking at me for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something. “Yeah.” He leaned his head back against the wall, watching as I dabbed under my eyes, trying to salvage whatever makeup I have left, sighing, he raised his hand and wiped it away. “Montgomery.” I deadpanned, but it made me crack a smile, so in his mind, he succeeded.

Who You really Are - Alexander Hamilton x Eliza Schuyler

Summary Eliza sees Alex all the time, but there are two parts of him. She hates him in the hallways, she loves him in their English class.

Word Count: 3,231

Authors Note: I just thought, why not write a one shot from my high school au instead of just Headcanon’s? Hope you like it.

Warning: Cursing, mentions of alcohol and drugs.

“Um, how about this?” Eliza asked as she walked into Angelica'a room.

She was wearing a tight black dress that went mid thigh. Her brown hair was straight and out, she was also wearing big black heels.

Angelica tilted her head to the side and got off her bed, looking at her in a different angle “Turn around.” She said and Eliza huffed out in annoyance and turned around.

Angelica didn’t know what to say, her younger sister looked good but it didn’t feel right for the party she was going too. It was after all, a high school party and she doubted anyone would have made as much of an effort.

“I don’t know, what do you think, Peggy?” She turned around to see her youngest sister, who was stretched out on her bed not paying attention to them but rather on her phone scrolling rapidly.

Angelica rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone out of her hand, chucking it to the side “Hey!” Peggy cried out in annoyance.

“What do you think of Eliza’s dress?” Angelica asked sweetly, as if she hadn’t just snatched her phone away from Peggy.

The youngest sister took one look Eliza and let out a snort “You look like a try hard.”

“Peggy!” Angelica said quickly “Don’t be so horrible.”

“Look, you look very hot, but it’s just a house party I’m sure you would look just as good in a denim skirt and a band tshirt.”

Eliza smiled at the idea of that and looked at Angelica with longing eyes.

“Fine,” Angelica said pushing her out the door so she could go back to get changed “But make sure to wear fishnet tights and a choker!”

Eliza went back to her room to get changed. She did not want to go to this party but it was Maria’s and she insisted. She sat next to her in Maths at the beginning of the year and they had soon become fast friends.

“I don’t know,” Eliza said, scribbling down the Maths equations that were on the board “I think I’m just gonna stay home, get some studying done.”

“My parents are away for the whole weekend! It will be fun.” Maria said, dropping her arms around Eliza’s shoulder and giving her puppy dog eyes “It just won’t be the same without you.”

Eliza’s had given in when she saw the look in Maria’s face and agreed to go, but she insisted she was only going to stay for a couple of hours. She didn’t feel like she would be able to stand a obnoxious high school party for more than that.

She walked back into Angelica’s room and swirled a little, both of her sisters grinned up at her.

“Okay, now, why you really asked me to come here and help you,” Peggy said, standing up and walking to her sister “Put this on,” she handed her a big pink robe and handed it to her, Eliza rose her eyebrows but she put it on “and this.”

Eliza took the tracksuit and slipped it over her tights. Peggy took on look at her and stepped forward, messing up Eliza’s hair. “There, now you look ready for bed, you looked to prepped before.”

Peggy stood back and she looked at both her sisters who had their eyebrows raised at her “Why do I get the feeling you’ve done this before?” Angelica said with her arms crossed.

Peggy looked down nervously before letting out a giggle “I just watch a lot of TV, is all.” She took a hold of Eliza’s hand and lead her to the top of the stairs “Now, go downstairs and say goodnight to mum and dad, then meet us in the kitchen.”

Eliza nodded her head and made her way down the stairs, relying on her acting skills to come in handy at a time like this. She made her way into the living room to find her dad reading a book on the sofa and her mum on the sofa chair watching the news.

She went over to her dad and sat next to him, he took his glasses off and lifted his arm and she snuggled into his side “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked lovingly.

Eliza nodded her head “Yeah, I was just about to go to sleep.”

He cocked his eyebrow and looked over at the clock on the wall, it was only 10pm “So early? It’s the weekend.”

“Yeah,” she said nervously “I’m just really tired.”

“Okay,” he said and kissed her forehead “goodnight sweetie.”

“Goodnight dad,” she got up and went over to her mum, kissing her on the cheek “goodnight mum.”

“Goodnight Eliza.” Her mum said and went back to watching the news.

She quickly made her way into the kitchen without being noticed and she saw Peggy and Angelica there.

“Thank you so much for covering for me.” She said genuinely and took off the robe and bottoms, handing them to Peggy.

“That’s okay.” Peggy said and kissed her on the cheek before Angelica grabbed her arm and lead her through the back door.

“The sooner I drop you off, the sooner I can come home.” Angelica said and they both left, and got into the car.

Angelica stopped at Maria’s house, and Eliza could obviously tell that there was a high school party going on inside. There was a mess all over Maria’s front lawn and Angelica couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Now just because I’m helping you doesn’t mean I’m not still your big sister,” she said sternly “Don’t get drunk, we need to sneak you back into the house without any noise and do not let anyone do anything that you don’t want, you hear?”

Eliza just nodded her head in annoyance “Yes, I know.”

“Good,” she pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek “have fun!”

Eliza left the car and and waved at her sister before making her way to the front door. She’d only ever been to one school party and that’s why she swore them off. No one would talk to her the whole time and they seemed to just be interested in getting drunk.

When she entered the loud music hit her ears and she cringed but only for a second, she got use to it pretty quickly. She recognised some people in her year and some people in the year above. She could smell what she suspected was weed and she could feel people bumping into her.

She wanted to find a Maria but, Maria found her. She came beside her and clung onto Eliza, resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Heeeeyy.” She slurred and Eliza looked down at her tight red dress and red lips, she was very pretty “I’m so glad you came ‘Liza, I missed you!”

“I saw you yesterday.” Eliza said with a giggle and Maria just smiled widely at the sound.

“I still missed you,” she took her hand “wow, you look so pretty.” Maria said with no shame, and Eliza went red in embarrassment.

“Thanks, so do you.” Maria took Eliza by the hand and lead her to the kitchen.

There wasn’t that many people in the kitchen but it still wasn’t empty. Maria took a cup and poured some cherry juice and vodka in it with ice.

“I can’t get drunk.” Eliza tried to reason but Maria just shoved the drink in her hand “It okay, one drink won’t make that happen.”

Eliza was about to open her mouth but was stopped when Maria shouted into the living room “Put down that vase, that’s my mothers!” She turned back to Eliza and let out a smile “I’ll be right back.”

Eliza sighed when she left and looked down at the drink in her hand, gingerly taking a sip. She felt something on her, like someone was watching her for some reason and when she looked up she saw someone’s deep brown eyes starring back at her.

“I’m just saying,” John says, sitting on the counter of the kitchen “We’ve been at this school for 2 years now and nothing, not one guy has looked at me,” he pointed to himself with a sad smile “I mean, look at these freckles, I’m very attractive.”

Hercules and Laf let out a laugh at that and Alex just smirks at him “And theses two,” John carries on, pointing to his other friends, a bit of beer spilling from the side of the cup “No girl,” he says and Lafayette lets out a little cough “or guy, sorry Laf, has paid any attention to them.”

John looks over at Alex with glazed over eyes “You’ve been here for a month and girls, guys have thrown themselves at you hell, I think Mrs Edwards has a little bit of a thing for you.”

“That’s completely inappropriate,” Alex says, although his smirk said he was loving it “What can I say, I’m a very charming guy.”

As soon as he said that, a girl that was walking past them had tripped up on her feet and was about to fall head first, but Alexander quickly caught her by the waist and lifted her to her feet.

“Carefully, babe, you don’t want to hurt yourself.” He said and winked at her.

The girl let out a little giggle and heat started to rise on her cheeks before she started walking very fast towards her group of friends who were looking over at the group.

“That you are, mon ami.” Lafayette said with a smirk and Alex chuckled, looking to the side when his eyes caught a girl.

She was looking back at him, and he recognised her in an instant. She was the girl from his English class, her name seemed to escape him but he did remember a moment from a class that has stuck with him since.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to write feminist character by them only being portrayed as strong as masculine. They could be emotional, they could be homemakers, they could be desperate to get married, they could not want to get married at all. That doesn’t make them any less important.”

He had looked at her in awe at the time but completely forgot to go and introduce himself at the end of class.

She looked beautiful standing there and she was still starring back at him until she cast her eyes down, scratching the back of her head. She took another sip of her drink and Alex waned nothing more than to go up to her.

“… Mon ami, are you listening to me?” He was drawn out of his gaze when he felt a hand tapping his shoulder.

“Huh?” He asked and looked back to see his friends all with raised eyebrows “I’m sorry, would you repeat that?”

“Why?” John asked curiously “What was distracting you?”

“Oh,” Hercules said suddenly and started to smirk “Was it Miss Schuyler?”

“What?” Alex asked with a nervous laugh “Who’s that?”

Hercules rolled his eyes and pointed to the girl he had just been starring at. “Oh, yes, well,” he pulling his hair that was in a ponytail “she is very beautiful.”

“That she is,” Laf said “and very clever, she’s in my French class, she’s the best in the class, only second to me.”

“Looks like you missed your chance,” Hercules said and Alexander furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

They all pointed back to where she was standing to see Thomas Jefferson was very close to her, his face only inches away from her face.

He was being very animated, moving his hands around a lot. Alex looked down at Eliza to see fury in her eyes, her fist clenched and he knew that she didn’t need any of his help as she was about to tell him where to stick it herself, but he wanted to offer it anyway.

“Hold my drink.” He said and pushed his drink into John’s hands who took it with confusion.

“Umm, where are you going?” Lafayette asked and Alex just waved his hand.

“Going to meet my future wife.”

They all rolled their eyes at him but Alex had a plan that he was going to stick with.

“Hey babe, you okay?” he asks sweetly, sliding his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.

“Um…” Eliza looked up at him with confusion in her eyes but she wasn’t uncomfortable, she was just happy to get Thomas away from her.

“You can go now, Thomas, thanks for keeping her company.” He said with a tight smile and Thomas just huffed in annoyance, making his was to the living room.

When he webt Eliza was quick to yank his arm off from around her, giving him a hard look “You didn’t have to do that you know, I was just about to handle it.”

Alex smirked at her anger “I have the utmost faith that you would have handled that, I just wanted to be the one who helped you out.”

Eliza looked at him even with the blush on her cheeks, trying to stay annoyed at him as much as she could.

“I’m Alexander Hamilton.” He said and stuck his hand out for her to shake, she took it and shook it passively.

“I know who you are.” She says before she realises how bad that sounds but Alex just smirks at her.

“So, you’ve noticed me.”

The truth is, she had. She had heard about the new boy in school and she had seen him when walking down the hallway. He seems cocky, winking at every person that passes him. Charming everyone with kisses on hands and sweet smiles. She’ll admit he is attractive but he seemed to up himself for her own taste.

But he was in her English class, and in English he acted differently. He was so passionate about the subject, so passionate about writing. He was open and carefree and would have actually intelligent discussion in the class. If Eliza thought he was attractive before she was completely heart eyes for him after seeing him in English.

One time, they were given a poetry assignment and when he read his out she was certain he could see the blush on her cheek.

“He who gave the winds to blow and the lightnings to rage he who gave the winds to blow and the lightnings to rage even him I have always loved and served…” He had read with so much passion she seemed to forget her first impressions of him completely and only focus on the Alex she sees in English.

“We take the register in English, don’t be so arrogant.” She said quickly when she realised that she hadn’t answered in a while.

“It’s quite hot in here,” he said suddenly and she wondered where he was gong with this. He took the cup from here hands and she felt hairs stand on the back of her neck when their fingers brushed “Do you, to to the garden with me? We could talk?”

She bit her lip and nodded her head before she can think her way out of it. She let him take her hand and interlock their fingers as they maundered their way out of the kitchen and to the garden.

She told herself it was just so they wouldn’t get lost in the crowd but he didn’t let go when they were in the garden. She didn’t mention it and he walked her down the garden until she saw a swing hanging from a tree.

He let go of her hand and went behind the swing, gesturing for her to sit down.

“When was the last time you were on a swing?” He asked and she smiled at him, going to sit down on the swing.

“Last time? Probably since I was 10.” She said and he hummed, starting to push her on the swing.

“So,” she trailed off when they got into a good rhythm “where are you from, new guy.”

Eliza heard him stutter a bit, but he cleared his throat quickly “New York.”

She grinned and dipped her head back and looked at him upside down “Really?” She asked excitedly “Me too.”

Alex looked down at her smile and found it adorable “Best city in the world, ain’t it?”

“The best.” She agreed and he slowly picked up the pace of the swinging.

“Why did you move?” Alex asked her curiously.

“My dad got a better job out of the city,” she said with a shrug “I was really angry at first but you learn to live with it, besides, I can always go back for the weekend.”

“What I wouldn’t kill for a New York bagel right now.” Alex said and started swinging her higher.

“Or pizza.” Eliza said and she laughed loudly, she was going so high she could reach out and touch the leafs of the tree.

“I should probably get home,” she said, looking at the time on her phone, it was almost 1am and her sister was sure to kill her “It’s getting late.”

Eliza has spent most of her time talking to Alex, they had moved from the swing set to under the tree. They had talked about everything and nothing and she still managed to have a good time. He was smart, and funny and she hopes they will be spending more time together.

She makes her way to get up but Alex is quick to catch her and and drag her back down.

“Alex!” She shrieked “If I’m bruised, I will blame it on you.”

“Just stay,” he says with a laugh “I want you to stay.”

She turns to face him “I want to stay with you too,” she says in honesty “but if I don’t get home now, my family will kill me.”

This time Eliza does get up, and Alex quickly gets up too, walking in front of her.

“Well, who’s your ride?” He asks.

“My sister.” Eliza answers and Alex stops her walking by taking her shoulder.

“I’ll tell you one thing that’s good here that we don’t have in New York.” He says an digs into his pocket “It’s easier to get a car.” He dangles the keys in front of her and takes her by the hand, leading her to his car.

“Well,” he says, stopping in front of her house “This is you.”

Eliza bites her lip and looks at him nervously “Thank you for the ride.”

“No problem.” Alex replies, also nervous.

“I had a good time tonight,” she says, turning to face him “I thought it would be the absolute worst but you made it worthwhile so, thank you for that.”

Alex moved a little forward, “I had a really good time with you too.”

Eliza could see him moving forward and she smirked, moving forward so he could feel her breath on his lips “Alexander,” she says in a whisper “Do you really think I’d let you kiss me without asking me out on a date first?”

And with that she pulls away, getting out of the car and waving at him as she makes her way to the car.

Alex follows her until she’s inside and he leans back, his head resting on the seat.

“Shit.” He whispered to himself.

Theo Reaken Imagine- I’m Not A Bad Guy

Anon-Theo comes back to town and the whole pack is very protective of you and telling you to stay away from him, but Theo has a certain interest in you and is always trying to talk to you and invite you over without the pack knowing

Authors note- Thankyou for the request, this was very interesting to write and I hope you enjoy x

“Y/n, what did I tell you?” Lydia groaned. “Don’t trust Theo” you said with an eye roll, out of routine. “So ignore him” she added. “I cant, we go to the same school!” you claimed, throwing your arms around. “You could at least block his number” she raised her eyebrows. “Well erm, I thought maybe it would be best to keep it for… security purposes” you excused. “No, you want to keep it because you fancy him” she said, as you merged with Malia and Kira in the hallway. “You best not be talking about who I think you are” Malia said, correctly judging the situation. “Nope, we’re talking about someone different” you protested. “And who may that be?” Malia asked. “You know I’m lying, there’s no point” you whined. “Theo asked to meet her tonight” Lydia told. “You’re seriously not considering it Y/n” Kira joined in. “Why do you guys hate him so much?” you questioned, already knowing the answer. “He’s a sociopath” “Manipulative” “Evil asshole”  they all began saying at the same time. “People change” you argued, as you entered the school library. “Yes, but not in the matter of a week” Lydia said wisely as you all took your usual seats. “Its best we end this conversation before Sco- Oh hey Scott” Kira smiled, after noticing him and Stiles walking over. “I heard you four bickering. You’re not meeting him” Scott continued. You huffed and sunk back into your chair, “It’s not like I wanted to go anyway” you crossed your arms. Stiles let out a fake choke, not needing supernatural abilities to tell that was a lie. “I hate him, I actually hate him” Liam said storming over with Mason trailing behind him. “Who?” everyone asked at the same time, besides you because you were being grumpy. “Theo! He was flirting with Hayden and I swear he came this close to kissing her” Liam demonstrated by putting his face close to Mason’s, earning a very disapproving look from him. But with that your heart sank, you realised that you weren’t special just another piece in his twisted board game and like everyone else you were being played. You knew the werewolves could tell, but you simply put on a brave face and acted like you weren’t bothered. Again.

“What’s up with you?” Theo asked, while maintaining his charm and careless persona. “Wouldn’t you like to know” you said, brushing past him and into your history class. He was expecting the usual flirtatious remark from you, which you could get away with every so often when the rest of the pack weren’t near your lesson. You sat at your desk and slammed your books on the table, you weren’t sure as to why you felt so hurt by the sociopath that was trying to break up your pack. He sat on the desk behind you, knowing if he attempted to set next to you, he probably would of got a punch in the face. “Someone must be on their pe-” he began. “Don’t even say it” you said firmly through gritted teeth. “Woah feisty, does this mean the deals off?” he asked. “There was never a deal” you said with a raised eyebrow. “I promised to not tell the pack you admitted to liking me, if you went on a date with me” he interrupted. “That’s pretty counter productive if you ask me and FYI I don’t like you Theo” you scoffed, earning you a raised eyebrow, because he heard your heart race. “Why do you want to go on date with me anyway? So you can pry information out of me? So you can get one over on them? So you can get back at Scott by trying to steal one of his pack members?” you began to list. “No actually, because I want to talk to you” he claimed. “We’re talking right now” you rolled your eyes. As if on queue your phone started to buzz from on your desk. Stiles: Meet us at the jeep ASAP, I think we’ve found something. Theo clearly saw because he carried on quickly before you stood up. “Meet me and the coffee house , the one a few blocks from the animal clinic at 8″ he followed you with his eyes. You simply gave a shrug in response and smirked as you made your way back out of the door, before your teacher noticed. You didn’t know that Theo then continued to cover for you by coming up with an elaborate story as to why you weren’t in the lesson.

”Stiles, you’ve got three seconds to move away from me before I punch you in the face!” you were trying to keep your calm. As per usual, Stiles came to the wrong conclusion and you all ended up having to ditch school to go to some remote area, in search for clues. “I’m sorry okay guys, I really thought this would have worked” he sighed casually, as if you hadn’t drove for an hour in the car, ruined your white shoes on that stupid muddy field and came close to hypothermia all for nothing. “What’s the time?” Kira asked with a groan, knowing her mom was going to be mad at her for ditching school. “It’s half seven” Lydia answered as she pouted at the time on her phone. Shit, you internally shouted while trying to remain calm on the surface. “Hey Lyd, would you mind dropping me to Deaton’s clinic now please?” you said with puppy dog eyes. “Cute, but why the sudden rush?” she questioned. “I need to see him before it closes” you retort. “Y/n you know he lets us go in at any time, considering he’s the druid for our pack” he said with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, but then I need to go home in time to catch my mom before she leaves for work-” you improvised. “Why?” Malia interrogated. When you paused to think, a few of them clocked on. “You’re not seriously thinking about meeting him?” Stiles groaned. “I’m not meeting him!” you protested with a foot stomp. “Promise” Kira said childishly. You nod your head, not wanting to openly lie to them or break a promise. Lydia gave you a disappointed look but pulled out her car keys and you headed off.

“So, we’re here” Lydia gave a weak smile. You looked at the window to see you were parked outside of the coffee house. “You knew?” you said with a loud sigh. “Of course I knew, I know everything about you” she replied. “Don’t worry, I wont tell the others. Just be careful okay” she added reluctantly. She was your best friend until the end, but she knew that the only way you could learn was from making the mistakes yourself. You opened the car door and entered the coffee shop nervously. You looked around, you should of known. He stood you up, to embarrass you. You turned around but Lydia had already drove off, she was clearly going to stall and mislead the others from trying to catch you out. You felt awkward to say the least, until you saw him. He was sitting at the back of the room with two coffees and a two slices of cake. You watched for a minute as he adjusted the coffee cup so the logo was facing straight and how he kept feeling the side to make sure it was still hot enough for you. You watched as he fluffed his hair up because he remembers overhearing you tell Lydia that he looked cute with it like that and how he gave you the cake with the most icing on it because he overhears you talk about vanilla icing at lunch. You noticed all the napkins, sugar sachets and stirring spoons were on the table from him impulsively getting more while waiting for you. For a moment anything supernatural faded and Theo seemed to be nothing more than a charming boy who wanted to go on a date, purely because he liked you. It didn’t take him long to smell your perfume and hear your heartbeat from across the room and your daydream was interrupted by a smirk and him standing up. You slowly strolled over to him and he tucked your chair in behind you, before sitting back down. Your surprised expression caused him to furrow his brows, “What?” he asked. “Nothing” you shook your head and took a sip of coffee to hide your gleaming smile. You’d never have pictured him to be a romantic. “Sorry I’m late, pack business” you excused, waiting for him to bombard you with questions to get some sort of information out of you. But he simply said it was fine and refused to take any money from you to pay for the drinks and cake. You had been there for about an hour and you seemed to be really hitting it off with one another, surprisingly there wasn’t a dull moment. “Why did you ask me out on a date, like the real reason?” you suddenly asked, breaking the happy mood. “Honestly?” he asked. You nod your head and waited for his response. “I like you Y/n, a lot. I’m not lying, listen to my heartbeat” he gently reached for your hand and looked at you softly to show you that you could trust him, before placing it on his chest. He looked you in the eye and said it again, like he said, his heart didn’t show any signs of lying, like Scott had taught you. You gave him a small genuine smile which he returned. “I like you too Theo” you weren’t sure if you had made the biggest mistake of your life but at that moment you didn’t care. You found yourself staring a his lips and before you knew it, his were pressed against yours. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Scott-” you shouted as you pulled away from Theo. Stiles and Malia shortly burst through the door, followed by a panicked Lydia who had been trying to stop them from finding you for the past few hours. You glanced back at Theo and watched as the natural smile that was on his face faded and the false smirk appeared. “Get your coat, we’re leaving” Scott demanded. “No” you simply replied, which even shocked Theo. Scott’s face remained firm but his eyes relaxed. He did that sometimes, where he forgets that even though he’s your alpha he was once just a friend. “Y/n, just come on please” Stiles said calmly, after noticing Malia’s claws. “I’ll kill him!” she growled under her breath, assuming Theo was solely to blame. “Everyone just calm down! I’m sure there’s a rational explanation as to why they appeared to be kissing” Lydia tried to diffuse. “Oh believe me, we were kissing” Theo interrupted with a cocky expression, which dropped as he looked back at you. “I like him” you blurted out impulsively. Everyone stopped glaring at Theo, and began to stare at you quizzically. “And I have for a while now” you continued. “You have got to be kidding” Stiles said with a lot of hand gestures. “I will admit, he is a dick to you guys” you ignores Stiles’ comment and Theo’s reaction. “But he makes me happy and that’s all that should really matter” you gave a small smile, before reaching to lace your hands together, which he returned with a smile he couldn’t hide. “Awww!” Lydia cooed, breaking the silence. “Absolutely not” Stiles claimed, which Malia agreed. “She’s right” Scott spoke, earning him confused looks off all of you. “I mean look at us, we said we’d try to keep our personal lives out of the supernatural as much as we could and here we are, not letting Y/n date a guy she likes, over a stupid pack feud” he said wisely. “He tried to kill you Scott, remember that?” Stiles accidently shouted, turning a few heads in the coffee shop. “It doesn’t matter, it’s her life and even if we don’t agree, we’re her friends and we’ll be here to catch her if she falls” he lectured. You gave him a friendly pat on the chest to show your endearment. “I guess” Stiles reluctantly sighed. “If you even think about hurting her, I swear to god I’ll shove your head so far up your ass you have to fuck yourself from the inside out-” Malia huffed. “So does this mean you’re okay with me and Theo dating, that is if you’d like to” you glanced back at him. He rubbed his thumb over your hand, “Of course I would” he said uncharacteristically sweetly but nervously as he glanced at Malia. “That settles it” Scott clapped awkwardly. “I suppose, we’ll leave you guys to it” Lydia said, giving you a wink as they began to head towards the door. “Sorry about that” you laughed with a blush as they had completely gone. “Don’t worry about it, and don’t worry I’d never hurt you. I’m not really a bad guy” he said endearingly. “I know” you gave a smile. “Sooo, before they came in” he hinted. “I think we should pick up were we left it” you smirked knowingly. With that he pulled your chair closer to the table, before passionately pressing his lips to yours. Who would have known, your life would never be the same again after falling hopelessly in love with Theo Reaken.

Requests are still closed but I hope you enjoyed this Theo imagine, it’s my first one of him. Extremely sorry for the slow af upload but better late than never am’rite.

High School AU Headcanons: Jumin

Surprise! Look who showed up earlier! I said I was posting this on monday, but tomorrow I’ll start another AU, so I din’t want the two AUs being posted on the same day. 

So here you go! Jumin is the one I always struggle the most to write, but not this time, for some reason. Have fun, y’all!


TW: Mentions of suicide and violence against women


  • He’s a honor student and part of the lacrosse team at this fancy internal school.
  • You’re the troublemaker, there are several rumors about how your family got rich all of a sudden due to money launder. Also, people say your mother is in rehab because she found out you slept with your stepfather, who got arrested for having sex with a minor.
  • He’s a tutor for students with bad grades, and guess who the principal decided to pair him with as his pupil this semester. He had to prove he was good enough to candidate for student body’s president, if he can help you, he would have full support of the principal.
  • He hates it, not because of the rumors, he couldn’t care less about that, but you’re impossible to work with!
  • Yes, you were literature partners before, you could never focus and was extremely irresponsible, yet you showed up to the presentation and pointed out really interesting observations about the book, some of them better than his.
  • He doesn’t like people who don’t put effort to conquer things, people who rely too much on some skills. People like you.
  • So there he is, waiting for you in the library so you can start studying geometry, and obviously, you’re late.
  • You came acting like there’s nothing wrong and while he talks about surfaces of triangles and tangents, you’re more focused on building a catapult with your rule. Ugh…
  • “Ugh, I’m bored. Let’s ditch this!” you groan in boredom. “As I was saying… given the acute angle of a triangle…” he ignores you.
  • “Sin equals B, and B stands for boring!” despite your little joke, it was… correct? “Wait, you know geometry?” “Of course I do, I just don’t like that teacher! Now, come on, let’s ditch this! I heard the seniors are throwing a party at the old library building, let’s go!”
  • “It’s against the rules to walk in the school at night.” “Well, yeah! Why would be fun if this was allowed? Duh!” “Fine, you can go. It’s not as I’m enjoying this… study session either.”
  • “Nah, let’s partaayy, bro! Tell you what, if you go with me, I promise I get an A + in the next geometry test, the principal will love you for that, mr. President!” well, that was true. “Fine.” He agrees with a sigh.
  • “Why do you want me to go with you?” “I can’t be the only sophomore in a senior party, duh!” oh… maybe you cared about other people think of you, he thought you didn’t. “Besides, I’ll tell you dragged me there if we get caught.” Okay… this was more like you.
  • This didn’t look like a party, it was more like a cultural soirée, yes, he recognized some of the best art students and the best musicians in the school band too.
  • He lost you a little after you two entered. Then he found you in this circle with a glass in your hand. You were really impossible.
  • “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned” a senior spoke “Go on, my child.” “I didn’t try to kill myself when I was a junior, I just slipped in the bathroom.” “You are forgiven, son.” What in the world was this?
  • He joined the circle without realizing it. “Dude, you can’t be here without a drink. Here, let’s share.” You put a little of whatever you were drinking in his cup.
  • This was really interesting, people were sharing some intimate secrets, it was a kind of drinking game, but much more sophisticated than those ones he heard about
  • Whatever you gave him, it was strong. He was feeling a little loosen up… “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” He spoke loudly. “Go on, my child.”
  •  “I… I can’t bare with my father and his lousy affairs. Sometimes I think I… really hate… him.” Wow, he could not believe he said this out loud, but none of the people in that circle looked fazed.
  • “Dude, we’re milennials, admitting how much we hate family and how much they fucked us up is like… our thing.” You said matter of factly, everybody in the circle nodded in agreement.
  • Seriously? All those thoughts he had were… normal? He was… normal? “What about you, kitty?” a senior asked you. “Any sins you want to share?”
  • You shrugged: “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” “Go on, my child.” Even Jumin said this time, the alcohol made him curious.
  •  “I… didn’t sleep with my stepfather. The dude was trying to beat my mother up and I stood up for her and told I was gonna call the police. So he’s arrested for assault, not for having sex with… me. And my mom isn’t in rehab, she’s at a spa in Fiji,  because that’s how it works in our family, we run from our problems instead of talking about it in order to solve them.” You chugged the rest of your liquor while everybody stared at you. “Oh, but the money laundery thing is real.” “Damn, kitty, that’s deep.” One senior spoke.
  • Yes, it was deep. Jumin couldn’t believe what he just heard. Of course you would act like this irresponsible and troublemaker girl, you didn’t want anyone coming to close to you to actually know your problems.
  • The party was over, and you two walked in a dreadful silence in the dark. “Forget what you heard, okay? What happens there, stays there.” “How do you know about these parties?” You mumbled something he couldn’t listen and started blabbering, the alcohol effects, no doubt “My sister used to come to these parties, she always talked about them, and how great they are. She lives in New York now, I’m definitely going there once I graduate from this shithole. Live in a loft, adopt a cat… I like cats, do you like cats?” did he? He never thought about that… he would like to adopt a cat too…
  • “Then you would run away from your problems?” “More like making new ones in a place I can have a fresh start.” You both chuckled. 
  • But he was thinking of this very seriously. He never bothered about the future, he knows he will take over his father’s company and… well, that’s it. For the first time, he’s thinking if he could have something diferent, be something different.
  • You were impressed with his attitude, he was nicer and more interested in what you have to say than you thought. Plus, he’s so fine!
  • “Hey, Jumin?” “Yes, MC?” “Do you think you can forgive me for one last sin?” “Don’t you mean sine?” OH MY GOD! HE’S DOING A GEOMETRY JOKE!? NERD! “Come on, I’m serious! Forgive me, father, for what I’m about to sin?”
  • “Go on, m… wait, about to sin?” you surprised him with a kiss in the lips. It started sweet and slow, but quickly turned into a messy make-out session in the dark. Oh… he wasn’t so uptight after all, as you felt your ass being fully gripped by his hands, which you teasingly pried away.
  • “You can only have more if you get an A + in literature with me. See ya, Mr. President.” You ran in the dark, he was still a little tipsy from the alcohol… and from your lips.
  • But forget that, he needs to start that literature paper asap.
Student Council Prez [7]

Episode 6 - Episode 7 - Episode 7.5 OR Episode 8
Words: 7.7k
Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

“Asshole demon…” You mumble under your breath as you’re hauling the trash bins out to the curb. You’re sweating with dirt stains on your cheeks, arms aching from scrubbing the counters and feet painfully sore.

Just as you’re taking a long breath, dusting off your hands, a loud screech rings in your ears. “LOOK OUT!”

One moment you’re on your feet and the next you’re on the ground with your head spinning, the trash bins fallen over onto you with banana peels and leftovers in your hair. “What the fuck?!”

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Prom (Peter Parker x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! So I know I posted a bit ago that posting for the next month and a half is gonna be difficult, so I was gonna hold off posting fics for a bit. I’m almost done with my break from school and have been writing, and I just wanted to give you guys a little something before that fic hiatus really takes effect. I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Summary: You decided not to go to prom after breaking your arm, but Peter refuses to let you sit at home and do nothing. So instead, he helps you get ready.

Other Characters: None

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 637

Originally posted by shirokirito-sao

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(Translation) Seiyuu JUNON Vol. 4, 10.15.2016 - Eguchi Takuya

REPOSTING GUIDELINES AND DISCLAIMERS: PLEASE CLICK HERE (DON’T DISREGARD)

Previously, I have translated the interview of other voice actors from the said issue. Please click the following to view them:

Aoi Shouta

Umehara Yuuichiro


Eguchi Takuya: CHALLENGER

He lives to do what he likes. Betting his life, he challenges himself to be recognized. A cool man who is ready to face unknown trials.

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Bonnie & Clyde - pt 4

Originally posted by sugaglos

“You have to keep taking the derivative. It might take two, three times. When you can’t do it any longer then your done.” Yoongi explained.

“Like this?” You asked, showing him you scribbles.

He quickly glanced at the paper and nodded.

“You should be in school, not me.” You sighed, finishing the rest of the problem.

“If you paid attention in class then you wouldn’t be struggling.” He said.

He was right but ever since he came, this semester has been weird. After the so called test your father prepared, it seemed like you couldn’t focus on whatever the professor was saying.

Instead you focused on the side glances people gave you. They looked at Yoongi and you with judging eyes.

It seemed like they were a bit scared of Yoongi. The seat next to him was always empty and whoever sat next to you was always quiet.

You couldn’t figure out why it bothered you so much now.

“I don’t want to think about school anymore.”

Closing the notebook, you packed your things and sat on the blanket, looking up at the sky.

It looked like it would start to rain in a few hours.

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Saviour

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Summary - Okay, so I’d like to request a oneshot where Sami saves the reader from Kevin and Chris? They could be bullying her, or even threatening her, I dunno. I’d like it to be kinda fluffy, if that’s okay. 😳😳 

Pairing - Sami Zayn X Female Reader

WordCount - 1,236

Requested by - Anon

Written By -  Tacha

Warnings - Threatening behaviour, violence etc


Everyone knew that Sami was your best friend, you had gone through so much together, the good, the bad, the right out weird. You too had struggled together, thrived together, you picked each other up when the other was down. You travelled together, you fought together. You had seen the worst of each other and the best. You knew how to mirror each other without having to verbalise it. You protected each other and everyone knew that if you were going to attack either you or Sami, you always had to prepare to battle the other. Being a wrestler sometimes is not the easiest job in the world being away from family and friends from weeks and sometimes on end, but when you had Sami, you always had a piece of home with you comforted you even when you felt true homesickness Sami was there to take the pain away.

Unbeknownst to you, Sami would battle anything that came your way. He would do anything to protect you, to see you smile and laugh, Sami wanted to see you happy and content. While he often denied it to everyone who speculated, he was head over in heels with in love with his best friend and he knew there was nothing he could to change how he felt. He had definitely tried on more than one occasion. He wasn’t ashamed of his feelings towards you, he just didn’t want to lose you because his feelings got in the way because his heart decided it wanted you to be his. It made things difficult, when Sami was around you, he was mesmerised and distracted by your presence, when Sami was around he missed you like crazy and was distracted by these thoughts about you. Sami definitely had it bad.


You were walking through the corridors of the arena that Raw was being held in, you weren’t paying attention as you scrolled through Twitter. Later on, once you had returned to your hotel room,  you had planned to do a Q and A on twitter. It had been a while since you had spent any quality time with your fans. You stumbled and fell to the cold concrete ground, you originally thought you had tripped over a stray cable or something. You checked your phone to make sure it  hadn’t cracked. When you heard deep eruptions of laughter, you turned onto your back to notice Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens.

“Oh, would you look at that, Sami Zayn’s best friend laying on the ground because she was too blind to look away from her phone. What was she doing texting her pathetic bestie?” Chris taunted as you began to feel pain in your knee, touching it lightly you winced.

“Are you scared, Chris? Maybe I just hit my head but I’m pretty sure Sami beat you which means at some point he’s entitled to a shot at your United States championship and when he beats you and then what will that leave you what? A ridiculous list and a best friend who will never be as loyal to you as Sami is”

“How dare you insult me? Do you know who I am? Do you know how many times I’ve beaten you’re pathetic, weak, so-called best friend? He’s nothing compared to me.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah you’re right but reverse it because you are nothing compared to him. Sami’s more of a man than you will ever dream of being, your pathetic. Tripping me up, what are we in high school?”

“Hey Y/N, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I know your doing that Q and A on twitter tonight, I was thinking perhaps we could do a live Q and A together….what’s going on? Why are you on the floor?” Sami had entered the corridor excited, he really wanted to spend some time with you tonight but he knew you had planned the time for the fans so he selfishly thought about joining in.

“It’s nothing,” You replied instantly, Sami knew were lying, your eyes wouldn’t meet his.

“It sure as hell don’t look like nothing. Why are you holding onto your knee?” Sami looked between you and Chris and Kevin. Sam was not stupid.

“Did you put your hands on my girl? Who do you think you are!?” Sami backed Chris of course Kevin was quick to attack Sami. Punching and kicking him down.

“Leave him alone!” You yelled as you attempted to get up but the pain in your knee was too bad.

“Well, at least I’m not a coward who’s been hiding a secret! Why don’t you tell your so called best-friend the truth? Come on Chris, let’s leave the losers alone.” Kevin began to walk around the corner that Sami had just come from. Chris began to follow Kevin before he turned.

“You will never get my United States champion, you stupid idiot!” Chris began to walk away.

“Yeah well you make the United States Champion look stupid with your stupid Bon Jovi hairstyle, you scarf wearing imbecilic moron!. Your an insult to that Championship and scarf wearers across the globe!” You spat back, you couldn’t be sure if Chris heard you not as he sulked away. You dragged your body over towards Sami,

“Sami, are you okay?” You asked you made your way over to him.

“Yeah, I’m okay, is your knee okay?” Sami asked.

“Yeah I think so. I’ll know no more when I get up. What was Kevin talking about?” You asked as Sami pulled himself up from the floor, so he was resting himself against it.

“Have you ever been scared about something because it could possibly change everything?” You nodded as you scooted closer towards him resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I was petrified about the Draft. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t see you everyday. Do you remember what you did, we spent every spare second leading up the Draft together. You helped me get over all of the anxiousness I was experiencing, so let me help you?” Sami moved his shoulder so he could wrap his arm around you. Nestling your head against Sami’s chest, he smiled as began stroking your hair softly.

“You see the things….the thing is….I’ve fallen in love with my best friend, you…I thought it was some stupid crush that would pass. It hasn’t. It’s gotten worse. I soon realised that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing because we were already half way there. You don’t have to comment or say anything. I just needed to tell you. We did promise never to have secrets,” Your best friend had just confessed, that was in love with you yet somewhere deep down you always knew. Your friendship had been difficult than any of previous friendships. it was easier, you didn’t find yourself over thinking or being worried about actions. It was just you and Sami and you wanted that to say. Unable to use any coherent that would make any sense. Raising your head, your eyes met with Sami’s, slowly leaning in giving Sami the time to pull away. But he didn’t, your lips touched, there were sparks as you put your hand on Sami’s bearded cheek, your fingertips stroked his beard softly.

As you both pulled away you didn’t need to say anything else, both of knew exactly what was going through your minds…..

The Journal Entry... [Part 1 of 2]

Trigger Warnings: Ablest Slurs, Bullying, Assault, Physical Harm, Humiliation, Invasion of Privacy, Sexual Language, Swearing. [Listen I’m new to trigger warnings, and some of these may be in excess. If so, I’m sorry – just let me know if I screw up and left out some or went overboard. I’m trying to be sensitive to some potential readers out here.]

Listen Along With Me – Music Track(s) I Listened To While Creating This: I actually listened to the whole album “Minutes To Midnight” by Linkin Park while writing this, however these were the tracks I would skip back to sometimes:
”Bleed It Out” Linkin Park
”Leave Out All The Rest” Linkin Park
”Shadow Of The Day” Linkin Park
”What I’ve Done” Linkin Park
 
Author’s Notes: Alright guys, this is it. I hope you all sincerely enjoy the next several works I’ll be putting forth in the community. I’ll have a upcoming fics/imagines master post coming soon, these will be works that will be coming along in the future so you all will have a better idea of what to expect from this blog. 

Depending upon the feed back of this story, I might leave it open for a sequel. So after TJE Pt. 2 is published, send in your feedback and we can talk about it then.

With the introduction out of the way – here’s the synopsis of what this story will be about: 

As a writer by heart, you cannot help but write in your journal on a daily basis. Your journal has become almost your lifeline. You even bring it to school and hide it within your locker, sometimes in your backpack and even in-between books if you have to go to the library to study. Seeing your head bent over a table, scribbling away furiously, is nothing new to most people – especially to a certain video and theater production guy who’s curiously been watching you, watching him for quite some time. After a particularly cruel encounter in The Commons makes you flee in humiliation; an ally in disguise finds your journal abandoned on the table and makes a choice to step in…

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Friends over Girlfriend~part3~Michael Clifford

Your eyes were nearly swollen shut, your throat had been dry for days, you probably smelled really bad from not showering but there was only one thing on your mind. Him. 

Him and you couldn’t even have him. You and Michael had always talked about how important your friends were and how you would never shove your friends to the side for your relationship, but knowing that you were shoved aside for his friends, was something very difficult to deal with. 

“Come out with us. We’ll go to a bar, drink, get some food.” You said said as you laid in bed facing the wall. “You need to get out. Meet some people.” 

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confessing seems just a little bit pointless with a girl like you

Two years ago, Samuel Beans thought that maybe Amanda Hess felt something for him, too. It only took him one hour to realize that she didn’t.

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Samuel Beans thought about his life with a big “what if”. Something inside of him twisted at the thought of it; the biggest What If in his life was Amanda Hess. He had known her since grade school, and though the two of them bickered nonstop, whenever he saw her golden hair and rich blue eyes, he swore his heart skipped a beat.

He was in too deep, but god, he would sink deeper and deeper for her.

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Private Tutor

Part 2 >>

Genre: Fluff | Smut | Mini Series 

PART 1

Rumors are stories. Stories which circulate around, the truth to them uncertain. And although rumors were doubtful truths, they were often lies that people made to exaggerate the truth. Well that’s what you believed, until you saw the confirmation of the rumors with your own eyes. You saw the truth of it all unfold before you.

He was a man notorious for being capable of sweet talking his way into and out of any situation. They say his eyes were gifted. They were able to put anyone in a trance, almost as if you were being placed under hypnosis. Not only was he a magician capable of putting you under his spell, he was also titled as the biggest player on campus; a man of many skills that left every breathing female on their knees. Craving for his attention, their desire for him apparent as they crowded around him.

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“That’s why, I’m not going to stop acting.” - Ino Hiroki, following the life of an actor. Livedoor Interview Translation

“That’s why, I’m not going to stop acting.” - Ino Hiroki, following the life of an actor.

Grabbing onto fate. Going to Harajuku to get scouted.

You entered the entertainment industry in high school, right? Were you scouted at the beginning?

Yes, around my first year of high school. I was scouted when I was walking down Takeshita Street at Harajuku. But actually, I didn’t just happen to be walking down Takeshita Street.

What do you mean?

I walked down Takeshita Street to get scouted. I did it on purpose (laughs)

On purpose?! At the time, did you have an interest in the entertainment industry?

Hmm, rather than wanting to get scouted because I had an interest, I had an interest because I was scouted. During my third year of middle school, I was scouted for the first time. My parents opposed to it but after that, because I was called out to, my interest in the entertainment industry increased.

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BTS reacting to you crying for the first time in front of them

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Jin:

“No, honey, please don’t cry, it is horrible to see you like this. Please, talk to me, whatever it is, you know you can tell me anything. What about that? We make a nice cuddle evening with some fast food takeout and cute romantic movies or dramas…let’s do this, I am sure you will feel better.”

Originally posted by vhope

Yoongi:

“Do you want to talk about it?” He calmly asks.

You shake your head, hiding your face from him.

“I can understand that we don’t have to talk but please don’t hide your face from me.” He says and careully removes your hands from your face to take them in his, just quietly carressing them so you can calm down a bit just staying like that.

Originally posted by jinkooks

Hoseok:

“No please don’t cry…you know what always cheers me up? Food and going out! I am getting the other boys, we are going out for dinner today!” He suggests and is about to leave the room.

“No Hoseok, I am really not in the mood to go out now, sorry.”

“You are saying that now, but when we are out having fun and you getting distracted you will enjoy the evening which is my goal. Whatever makes you sad…just forget about it for one hour or two and we can talk about it later but for now, I need to see you smiling again. Trust me it always works with me or the other guys.”

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

Namjoon:

“Oh sweetie, come here…wait is it because of me?” He asks firstly, scared, he is the reason to you crying.

“No, everything’s fine with us but I failed that last exam at college and I don’t know what to do. What if I fail completely, what am I going to do then?” You sob.

“Okay first of all, you are one of the smartest girls I ever met and I just know you are going to do well with the other exams…it is okay to fail at times and when it comes to school I am here as well to study with you. I am not only your boyfriend for entertainment but also for serious stuff like that. I just want to be there for you.”

Originally posted by y--oko

Jimin:

“Hey, do you want to dance with me I just wanted to start rehearsing a bit…(Y/N)? Why are you crying?” Jimin asks in worry as you enter the studio in tears. He immediately meets you and draws you in for a hug.

“Don’t want to talk about it to be honest…can we just talk about something different?”

“We do not have to talk at all, we can just dance a bit. Maybe after letting out some energy you will feel better…” He suggests and looks you in the eyes.

“Sounds like a good idea. Can we just go home after that and sleep? Not doing much today anymore?”

“Of course we can, no problem.” He smiles and wipes away your tears.

Originally posted by skullhongs

Taehyung:

“No, baby, don’t start crying…failing a class isn’t worth your tears, you can do it the next year I am sure…okay now you are crying…I need other methods to prevent you from crying more.” He murmurs to himself and suddenly starts singing EXO’s “Baby don’t cry”.

You look up to him with a confused and teary look: “Why are you singing ‘baby don’t cry’?”

“Because that is my goal…see you stopped, mission accomplished…I am good at this stuff.” He plainly says and falls next to you on the sofa and hugging you around the waist to get you closer to him.

“Don’t cry, it is not worth it. Shit happens, you sometimes have to fail and experience bad situations but everything will turn out great…and I will always be there for you, remember that?”

Originally posted by catbugmp3

(you are Jimin*.* i love this gif)

Jungkook:

“No please don’t cry, I don’t know how to handle crying people…”He bursts out helplessly.

You look up to him. “Wait what?”

“Yeah, I don’t even know how to handle myself when crying, neither the other boys, how am I supposed to know how to handle you crying other then hug you?”

“Maybe this is a start to hug the person, Jungkook.” You laugh as he hugs you. “Sometimes I am asking myself…I don’t even know what to ask myself when it comes to you, Jungkook. You are just one of a kind.”

“See you are laughing, I somehow can handle it.” He chuckles.

Originally posted by baebsaes

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