#i propose the name all sass and no ass club

[colorfulbard]

Highschool Hijinks

Summary: Just as the title suggests this is a lovely AU of Hawks experiencing Highschool with friends and you. Start of this takes place in Senior year, the only good year of Highschool cause it's the last one.

Pairing: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Reader

Genre: Highschool AU

Words: 1.4k

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The day seemed to drag on as if its intention was to last forever. You swore you were just about to collapse and take a nap on the floor. Not only were there tons of quizzes from all your teachers, but it seemed as if every student you ran into was adamant about breaking the dress code today. You supposed you should be blaming yourself considering you had told Fuyumi you would take care of any dress code violations today. Such was the life of the student body vice president.

Finally, it was time for lunch and you could take a break. You made your way to the roof of the school and laid down on one of the benches there. Just as you were beginning to close your eyes, you felt a hand tap your forehead. "Huh?" You groaned in annoyance. At the sight of one of your best friends, Rumi Usagiyama, you closed your eyes again.

You heard her let out a disgruntled sound and felt another tap on your forehead. "Hey, don't close your eyes on me!" She complained.

You continued ignoring her until you felt her hands pinching your cheeks. You whined and snapped your eyes open. "Hey! Quit it-!" You slapped her hands away and rubbed your sore cheeks. "What was that about?" You questioned as you sat up.

"Don't you know it's rude to ignore one of your bestest friends?" She sassed, ignoring the harsh glare you were giving her. Rumi got comfortable in the space next to you and rested her arms behind her head.

You huffed and took a quick look around the rooftop. "Weird," you mumbled and turned to her when she rose a brow, "I don't see any of my bestest friends around here." You stuck your tongue out at her with a smirk.

Rumi rolled her eyes and nudged your knee with hers. "Shut up, ass." After a peaceful moment of silence, she spoke up. "Anyway, what's up with you? You look sleepier than usual." She poked at the sunken eyes.

You held in a chuckle. Leave it to Rumi to notice those subtle differences. There was no point in hiding it considering she would just keep pestering until you explained. "Today's just been more stressful than usual," you conveyed, slowly leaning your head on her shoulder. You continued on by ranting about violated dress codes and annoying quizzes.

Rumi whistled once you were finally done. "Sounds like you need a break," she stated.

You rolled your eyes, "gee, really? I haven't noticed," you replied sarcastically.

Just as you were expecting, you received yet another nudge from her. "Well, I was going to take a break until someone-" you finally nudged her back- "interrupted me." You ignored her noise of disbelief and began to close your eyes again. Maybe you'd be able to drown her voice out and take a quick nap.

That was the plan until she started moving her shoulder around. You groaned and sat up to glare at her, "what's up with you?" You asked, "you never had a problem with me doing that before!" You tried your best to ignore the irritation rising to your chest, but Rumi definitely wasn't helping.

"Just wanted to ask a question before you fell asleep." She cheekily grinned at your irritated expression.

"What?" You deadpanned.

"Wanted to know if you wanted to come to tonight's baseball game with me," she stated.

You scoffed and laid your head back on her shoulder. "No thanks, you know I'm not into that stuff."

"Come on, please~," she whined, "don't you have any school spirit?"

You cracked an eye open and gave her a look. Just because you were apart of the school council didn't mean you were super into school spirit. If you were being honest, the only reason why you were in the council was that it looked good on applications. However, it was hard to ignore that pleading look in her eyes.

You closed your eyes once more and groaned. "Ugh, fine," you relented, "but you owe me." With that said, you got comfortable while leaning against her and began to fall asleep.

"Of course," she replied, resting her head on yours.

~

Regret began to set at the moment you met Rumi near the field. As expected it was humid and loud. The noise made sense considering how many people loved sports in your school. Everyone's excitement was going to reach an all-time high considering the school's pride and joy was playing tonight, the baseball team. Of course, one can't forget the team's star player, Hawks, otherwise known as Keigo Takami. His skill on the field wasn't the only thing that made him stand out, his bright red wings made him easily distinguishable.

You didn't know him personally, all you knew was that everyone in the school adored him and he was an exceptionally good player. Speaking of being adored, you were also aware that he had a fan club, one that you have yet to meet even if you did review the proposal for it as a favor to Fuyumi. Either way, if anyone were to ask your opinion, you didn't have one. Although you had to admit, he was easy on the eyes.

Being so lost in thought you hadn't realized the game was starting. The crowd's cheers swelled as the game they were anticipating had finally begun. You plugged your ears and watched as the first player stepped up to the plate. You caught sight of the back of his jersey which read, Dabi? You assumed it was a nickname, did all the players just have nicknames instead of their actual names?

"Hey, you doin' okay?"

You looked to Rumi who had asked the question. She must've noticed your hands cupping your ears. How was she so unbothered? Weren't rabbit ears more sensitive to this noise? Nonetheless, you nodded in response and waved her off. She rose a brow and shrugged before turning back to the game.

It was kind of impossible to unplug your ears because as soon as the cheers stopped, they started again. You didn't think the noise could get any worse until the star player stepped up to the plate. You sighed and tried to drown out the noise as best you could by closing your eyes. Then, out of nowhere, their cheers turned to gasps as a loud crack resounded throughout the field.

You opened your eyes at the sound of silence, they proceeded to widen when you caught sight of a baseball hurling towards an unsuspecting student.

You hadn't even realized what you were about to do until your feet were moving on their own. Just moments ago you were next to Miruko, then, next thing you knew you were running towards a stray baseball. Call it cowardly, but as of now, you were ignoring the fear of attempting to catch it. Hopefully, you wouldn't end up catching it with your face.

Without giving it another thought, you stuck your hands out and closed your eyes. After what felt like the longest seconds of your life, something hard landed in your hands. You stumbled back with a whimper. When you finally opened your eyes you looked to see the baseball fitted snugly in your hands.

You let out a deep breath you hadn't even realized you were holding in and almost slumped down to the floor in relief. You managed to hold yourself steady and turned back to the student you had saved. "Hey, are you okay?" You asked, holding out a hand to help them out.

They perked up at the sound of your voice and opened their own eyes to see their savior. They quickly nodded at your question and grabbed your hand. "Thank you so much," they said, "I don't what I would've done without you there."

You nodded at them with a smile and walked back over to Rumi. Similar to everyone else in the crowd, she had a bewildered expression on her face. She snapped out of it once you handed to ball to her throwback towards the team. "I think I'm gonna head home." You didn't give her a chance to respond and walked off. This day had ended up being more exhausting than you realized.

Rumi watched as you walked away and then turned to the man who accidentally started the whole ordeal. "Hey, birdbrain!" She yelled, preparing to throw the baseball back, "watch where you're hitting next time!"

Rumi's words fell to deaf ears as Hawks was too busy staring at you walking away from the bleachers. 

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I hope everyone enjoy this! I honestly have no idea how many chapters this will have, but I still numerous ideas thanks to a certain post on tiktok 

[softlyjiminie]

bittersweet baby girl | p.j.m

⇢ pairing(s): sugar daddy!park jimin x sugar baby!reader.

⇢ word count: 1.7K. (my shortest fic ever !)

⇢ rating: 15+, mature.

⇢ genre: fluff, angst, smut, sugar daddy!au.

⇢ summary: he gave you everything you could ever wish for; money, diamonds, luxuries but little did he know, that your only wish, was for him to love you,like you loved him.

⇢ warning(s): please read! swearing, age gap (legal) mentions of sex, sugar daddy-sugar baby relationship.

⇢ author’s note(s): here’s a lil somethin somethin i whipped up after seeing an insta post where jimin looked like the softest fuckin sugar daddy ever. ( update: this fic has been slightly edited and updates as of 2020 )

when you woke up, the bright light reaching just past the protection of your eyelids, you’d already expected him to be gone. which he was, and yet, the sheets where he’d laid with you last night until recently were still warm with traces of his familiar scent. a cotton shirt lay in his place, like it usually did, waiting to be filled out by your smaller-than-his frame. your urge to touch the crisp white button up was fulfilled when you held it in your grasp, pulling the fabric up to your nose to take in that fresh, flowery scent.

lavender.

the door to his office groaned with movement when you slipped in, your bare feet padding against the cold and smooth marble floor. the room was built high with bookcases of old literature he’d inherited from his father ( and would probably never read ), a modern flare of monochrome colours and glass panelled windows filling out the rest of the space. his desk was made of the prettiest, shatter proof crystal and he sat at it now, typing away at whatever boring business report he had to write.

the man barely glanced at your half naked form, when he greeted you, the wisps of a smile resting on his plump lips. “morning babygirl, didn’t think i’d see you today.” jimin hummed, fingers earnestly meeting keys so quickly that your mind flashed back to snippets of the previous night.

you closed the door behind you, inching into the office as you placed with loose threads on his button down. “you don’t usually let me sleep in,” came your quiet response, as you stuck to the edge of the room. jimin’s dark eyes flickered up for a second, and you could see the shift in his expression at the sight of your bare legs and partly exposed chest from underneath his shirt.

“i figured that after last night you’d need a little rest.”

cheeky. you thought to yourself with a giggle as you tiptoed the rest of the way over to his glass desk, arms curling around the length of his shoulders. “daddy...” you sang playfully, sliding into Jimin’s lap with an innocent smile. you trailed your fingers down to his tie whilst you adjusted yourself on the meat of his thigh, the older man paused his typing for a second to give you a warning glance before he returned to his previous ministrations, leaving you back to your teasing. “wanna play...”

“YN baby, daddy’s got work to do, can you wait an hour?” jimin sighed, using one hand to steady you in his lap. “please?”

you pouted with a shake of your head, rolling your hips over his thigh before licking a long stripe from his jaw to his ear, jimin shuddered under your touch, the hand that wasn’t on your back coming up to sift through his platinum hair. “no daddy, wanna play now...” was your whiney response.

tired of your teasing, jimin gave you a firm pat to the ass, smirking as you whimpered for him. “i said later baby.”

“fine.” you huffed, settling in his lap so that your back was rested against the firm of his chest. you pushed your lips into a pout as you watched him work, feeling his arms manoeuvre around you as he typed and tapped away. a comfortable silence tingled within the air, allowing your mind to slip away. sometimes, when you thought about it, you couldn’t get over how lucky you were to have jimin, it seemed like not long ago that you were a second year university student, broke off her ass who drank every night to wash the worries away.

one night in particular you struck gold, your friends cheering you on as you swished and swayed over to jimin who had been checking you out from across the bar. you tipsily ( not drunkly ) flashed him a smile, and it wasn’t long before you were stumbling out of the club, names on each other’s lips for the very first time.

the next day you’d woken up, sore but content, a white cotton shirt next to you in an unfamiliar bed, a note at your side apologising for a disappearance and offering you breakfast with a change of clothes. you strolled out of uni later that day, the shirt tucked into a cute little plaid skirt that you’d picked out as you headed home to your dorm. your ears picked up on the whispers of others as an expensive looking car rolled up beside you.

“you’re wearing my shirt” jimin had smirked, gauging your flushed expression.

you’d blinked. “w-what what... what’re you doing here?”

“i’m here to pick you up sweetheart, it’s part of our deal, or do you not remember?” came his response, his voice lined with velvet, his eyes with molten chocolate. you shook your head no,  uneasy since it wasn’t everyday that your Sunday night hook up cane to pick you up from school. “no? then get in, angel.”

“and why would i trust you?”

“you slept with me even after only knowing my name, i think you can trust me on this, sweetheart.”

and you did, and luckily he didn’t murder you in the back seat of his sexy black car whilst he explained to you the whole sugar baby, sugar daddy ordeal he had apparently proposed to you the night before. you already knew from before he had finished talking that you were down for the deal. it would help you pay off your student loans and you’d have someone to keep you entertained. you, at the time, had only hoped you weren’t going to fall for him, you didn’t want to see yourself as a failed cliche of fanfiction writing.

and yet here you were a year later in your third year of uni, failing in love with a man with five more years of life between you. your sugar daddy. someone you had promised yourself not to fall for. your gaze slowly trailed up from his hand that was resting, non sexually, on your thigh to his jawline and the veins in his neck to the crescent moon of his eyes, the plushness of his lips and the cute slope of his nose. your eyes met for a second, and jimin, through the curtain of his almost silver hair, offered you a smile, pressing a kiss to the seam of your lips before he went back to work. your heart fluttered and you sighed.

“babygirl, if you’re about to start whining again, i’ll send you back into those dorms”. jimin teased, ears picking up on your quiet sigh, you swivelled in his lap a bored expression on your face which made him chuckle. “I'm serious.”

you poked his nose. “but i didn’t do anything!” you sassed, enjoying his toothy smirk when he glanced down at you again with soft mocha eyes. “you’d never send me back there, don’t you remember those words? ‘no babygirl of mine is staying in a dump like this.’” you mocked him, earning a nip to the ear.

“I remember.” the man confirmed with a chuckle, beginning to save some of his files and download new ones on his computer. the silence swept between you again, but this time you were fidgety, you couldn’t hold in your feelings for much longer. not when you had days like this, domestic, soft days, where he took care of you even more than he usually did. where it felt like he loved you in the same way that you loved him.

you turned to face him again, but this time he didn’t look. With dainty fingertips, you leaned up and brushed the hair out of his eyes, locking with your own. “d-daddy i- jimin,“ you whispered, anxiety catching in your chest, jimin’s warm hues flooded with worry as he cupped your hand that lay against his cheek. “i-i think i love you-“

jimin’s tense shoulders dropped at your words, his smile making you dizzy as he kissed your lips once more. “don’t you mean you love me for the sex? or is it my money?” he laughed, eyes closing so he missed the disappointment on your face.

“jimin...I'm serious.” you whispered, looking down at your fingers. you flinched when his laughter stopped, your heart stopping with it as he murmured your name in concern. you rarely called jimin by his first name, usually deciding between minnie and daddy, so when you did he knew that you meant your words.

“YN...baby, you don’t mean that-“

“no, jimin please just hear me out.” you asked in a silent plea, fingers shaking at what you were about to say. “please don’t try to talk me out of this, or change my mind. i mean it when i say i love you, i know it sounds stupid and it wasn’t part of the deal but-“ you pause when your words catch in your throat and your heart aches for him to reach out and touch you reassuringly like he usually would.

he doesn’t. jimin’s body is tense underneath you, his breath laboured as if he’s holding it in. he’s scared, this powerful, expensive man is scared and that makes it worse for you. “you’re more than just the money and sex to me, you have been for a long time and I was just afraid to admit it. these moments with you, when you hold me and take care of me, they make me feel loved. and i know that probably wasn’t your intention, but please don’t shut me out when i say that i love you.” you finish with glistening eyes, fingers full of jimin’s freshly pressed shirt, and when you look at him, there is no warm smile, no whisper of baby, angel or babygirl.

his hazelnut eyes, warm as they were, now lacked the spark that drew you too him, that held you under love’s ocean. they were void, cold, collected. he didn’t love you, he never did. none of those moments mattered to him like they did to you.

love was just as bittersweet as you had thought, and you wished you never felt it after all.

[aesjae]

nct 2018 as high schoolers

Style/ Genre: Headcanon/ - Word Count: 2,944 Date Posted: 2 Nov 2018

*i wrote this with nct being in an asian senior high school in mind* (i’m asian so i’m not very sure about the western high school system :-( )

Taeil

the quiet high schooler

the one that you’ll always find in the music room practising after school

shy and quiet around those he doesn’t know well

but really weird with his friends

somebody you can always hear humming to some random tune when you pass by him in the hallways

but he only dares to sing as soulfully as he can when he’s alone or with his friends at karaoke

the one who will voluntarily and wordlessly share his food with you when you have no money at lunch

not in any extracurriculars as he dedicates his time to practising

doesn’t socialise much but still has a circle of good friends

works as hard as other students in class but doesn’t put too much pressure on himself

generally cheerful (in a quiet way)

takes weird ass selfies and photos with his friends cue the questionable poses

that high school friend you create embarrassing high school moments with

Johnny

s o c i a l  b e e

knows almost everybody in the cohort, and a good number of seniors too

has at least 4 friends in each class that he personally knows

in several extracurriculars such as choir and basketball

he would sometimes be a guest player for his friends performing for showcases/ talent shows

playing on the piano or doing a duet

friendly to everyone

greets everybody that he knows in the hallways, including teachers

a literal sunflower

radiates sunshine everywhere and brightens up people’s days

that classmate who would go up to you and ask what’s wrong when you look down, even if you’re not close to him

hangs out with friends after school/ after school activities at the nearby fast food restaurant/ diner

when you don’t see him going around being social, you might find him in an empty, quiet corner in school listening to music on his earpiece

student DJ for prom and other in-school events

Taeyong

another quiet high schooler, though not as much as taeil

takes care of everyone

literally the mom of the class

friendly with everyone but has a small group of close knitted friends

shy baby when with classmates/ batch mates he doesn’t really know

cares about his grades, though does not overly pressurise himself to excel

the kind of classmate/ friend you would admire for his ability to juggle his time well, despite the hectic high school life

helps you out in homework whenever you ask

this kindness may sometimes get exploited by horrible classmates >:-(

can be rebellious and mischievous at times but generally a good student

you might find him sleeping at his desk during some lunch breaks

gets several love letters in his locker every week

probably never tried rapping before his friend introduced it to him, which he finds out he can rap fire

Yuta

that classmate/ friend who smiles radiantly at you whenever you see each other in and outside of school

likes to sling his bag on one shoulder

can hear him whistling to tunes along the hallway or at the field

in soccer club

quite well known within his cohort for his bright and outgoing nature

friends with a commendable number of people

that high schooler whose name you can hear people calling down the hallway

“Yuta-kun!!”

playful student

the kind that would crack in class jokes, making the class, and sometimes the teacher, laugh

but he may also get detention for such harmless jokes by stricter teachers

gets in trouble sometimes for not handing in his work on time

can find him on the soccer fields practising drills after school

Kun

model student

class president

the father among his friends

that student you can find going around class checking in on everybody and giving any help to those that need in

be it academics or just in need of company

attains good grades but always humble

teachers would really like him

brings his own cooked food for lunch and shares with his friends

you can also find him in the music room alone playing the piano during some breaks

the classmate who cooks the meat at class BBQ outings and barbecues the meat really well

occasionally goes for supplementary culinary classes during school holidays

probably can find him at the library more than at the beach during summer break

that friend that gives a very comforting vibe

that classmate that you count always count for a listening ear or shoulder

shows his classmates random magic tricks in class 

Doyoung

that high schooler who’s full of s a s s

doesn’t rebut teachers but makes really smart comments that leave teachers unable to respond

but behind that sass he would be a very friendly schoolmate

his motherly side shows up with his really close friends

but takes care of his other classmates well too

would rather be playing mobile games than going out in the sun to play with his friends during breaks

would probably start singing randomly regardless of where he is, he doesn’t really care

strict and uptight teachers may give him detention for singing in the hallways

doyoung would probably fake a sorry and roll his eyes after turning around

starts studying only 2 weeks before exams but still fairs well

if he were to be in an extracurricular, he would start up a “sleep and do nothing” club in school

which proposal gets rejected, obviously

judges his friends for doing weird ass shits but laughs and joins in afterwards

Ten

another high schooler that is full of s a s s

in dance club

if you don’t find him in his rightful classrooms, he would probably be in the dance studio or somewhere in the school garden taking a nap

every time he excuses himself to the toilet it would be commemorated with mirror selfies

which are posted on instagram: “in school but not in class 🤪”

doesn’t pay attention to class a lot or very attentively as he gets bored easily (ten’s bored ass face when watching the couple dance on hit the stage)

doodles on his textbooks and notebooks instead

which turn out to be masterpieces btw

occasionally goes to the gymnasium to do gymnastics or play basketball when he’s bored

probably gets called by teachers a lot for his piercings

lowkey student rebel

very funny and entertaining classmate

would casually raise dirty jokes to his friends and laugh himself

would suddenly start laughing in class when he uses his phone secretly

many classmates may suspect he has a girlfriend but it would just be his sister

mischievously talks about being able to watch mature movies when they become of age

Jaehyun

f l o w e r  b o y

popular, even among seniors and juniors

would probably receive tons of love and confession letters, especially during his birthday (aka valentine’s)

in basketball club

probably has a lot of admirers who come and watch him during basketball matches

performs for showcases

draws even more fans that swoon over not just his visuals, but also his vocals

cares about his grades and actually fairs better than average

would study on days without basketball practice and after practices

despite his popularity and good academics, he stays humble and easygoing

centre of envy of many people for being an all-rounder

doesn’t really gym but maintains quite a good body due to basketball

like johnny, he would be well-liked by many, including teachers

can find him at the library or bookstore on weekends

maybe sometimes at a nearby cafe reading a book with coffee

Winwin

quiet classmate

but not very shy

doesn’t speak much in class or to his friends but loves to roast his friends

writes nonsensical stuff on his friends’ books when he’s bored in class

“hahahaha lol i’m bored”

“你知道我是谁吗？我是董思成!!” ( “do you know who i am? i am dong si cheng!!” )

random doodles too

might whisper random jokes about the teacher or something into his tablemate’s ear, causing them to laugh out loud

resulting in both of them getting into trouble

not as popular as taeyong or jaehyun but still fairly known in school for his visuals

that classmate who is innocent but also knows sufficient information on certain topics 

yet still pretends to be innocent and pure 

in traditional dance club

performs frequently on stage for dance

subject of admiration among many schoolmates for his dance skills and awesome flexibility wtp

that classmate/ friend that you feel like always feel like taking care of 

Jungwoo 

fairly quiet classmate

but also very hype when he's high af!!

that classmate that supports and hype you up whenever you're feeling down or anxious before examinations/ competitions

that friend that makes you feel like smiling along with him whenever you see him in school, even if you were feeling terrible before

such a supportive friend that would even cry when he sees his friends doing well in school/ competitions

proud father maybe

has a small crush on the cute teacher 

which you can catch staring dreamily at during their class (staring at mark)

and he would blush really badly 

would agree to participate in weird and embarrassing stuff with you

that friend you talk to past midnight on a school night and go to school hella tired with no regrets

comes to school with bedhair sometimes when he’s running late 

often entertains the class because of how blur and confused he is 

tries his hardest in everything he does, including academics and non-academics

often participates in community involvement

Lucas

l o u d  a f 

definitely can hear him from across the school field 

in volleyball/ baseball/ fencing maybe (?)

jock 

but he would be nowhere arrogant 

very very hyped all the time 

not all that good of a student (but he still tries)

class clown!!

takes lots of pictures of himself and puts up on social media (those several half-naked pictures of teenage yukhei tho)

has fun on weekends instead of studying at home

easygoing and outgoing 

likes to jokingly flirt with his friends 

gets eye candied by several of his schoolmates

if you don’t hear his voice, it would be a big exception

he would probably be asleep on his table or jamming quietly to loud music on his headphones 

might have a reputation among the student body to be a jerk or playboy but is actually a real softie and sweetie

P.S. would look great in school uniform 

Mark

omg the king of mirror selfies since elementary school 

look through his social media account and you would be able to witness the revolution of his mirror selfies from elementary to high school 

continues to take mirror selfies with his friends on days that he is unusually extremely smiley and happy 

likes to sit by the window seat in class and strum his guitar softly

sometimes accompanied with some of his soft vocals

well-liked by classmates and teachers

would start writing self-composed lyrics on his notebook when he’s bored in class

would be in an indie band with some of his friends

performs for school and town events 

would also take study time off to perform for church events

probably cannot hear him as audibly as lucas but if you are lucky you might hear his laughter from down the corridor 

might forget his whole pencil case to school sometimes smh

groans otw to science classes

knows education is important but groans otw to school, in school, after school anyways

excited to get out of school to get ice cream

Renjun

probably won’t really look like a high schooler cause s m o l

you would probably find a lot of moomin doodles in his books

a lot of moomin related stuff, though not excessive

maybe like moomin keychains, including a moomin plushie keychain on his bag, moomin phone case etc.

some mean classmates may tease him for it but a lot of others would think it’s completely fine and some may find it really cute too

an attentive student, as compared to the rest of the members (especially the dreamies)

probably takes one of the centre seats in class to get a good view of the board

doesn’t really answer questions in class but participates actively in class activities

people consult him for help in studies

roasts his friends a lot of the time

loves his friends but also want to strangle them and leave school to be away from them most of the time

video games at home/ friend’s home over high school parties

enjoys going to karaoke and dancing with friends

in art club

Jeno

another high school model

well-liked, not just cause of his looks but also his personality

teachers a d o r e him (so do every other student)

that student that always volunteers to help teachers out, even teachers he doesn’t know

low-key likes to embarrass his friends by correcting wrong stuff they say

good in Physical Education

plays sports with his classmates/ friends after school frequently

at the start of his first year in high school he would’ve been actively scouted by many extracurriculars

chooses to be in modelling club eventually

both a model and an assistant photographer

though he would prefer taking photos for leisure

also in volleyball club

possibly a spiker

juggles studies, extracurricular, family and social life well

commendable grades, slightly above average

tags along with his best friend and classmate jaemin everywhere

only has books and extra clothing in his locker

doesn’t really hang any keychains or anything on his bag; going to school style rather simple

dances for talent shows and does well despite not being in dance club

Haechan

giggly classmate

giggles at a lot of stuff that his teachers or classmates say

especially giggly during sexuality education lessons

likes to joke around with his classmates and teachers

thus making him quite close to his classmates overall and several teachers

very dramatic

exaggerates stuff in the textbooks/ the content being taught

making the class laugh a lot ofc

very outgoing, probably knows most of the people in his cohort

likes to use his phone secretly in class to text funny messages to his friends

looks forward to music class the most (apart from lunch)

random dance play with his friends during lunch, sometimes attracting a crowd

in choir

gets solos several times throughout his high school life

not a very attentive student but picks up and learns stuff realllyy quickly

his teachers and classmates would be shocked but how well he did despite not really studying

can’t wait to graduate but when he does, he gets super nostalgic

internally weeps over how he wouldn’t be able to see most of his friends again

Jaemin

wee u wee u

“nA NAAAAAAAA”

you will probably hear chen le’s voice calling jaemin eVery mOrning when he arrives in school

ryan plushie keychain on his bag, ryan phone case

comes to school with a cup of iced americano in hand

bag relatively light as he would have most of his books in the locker

locker would have pictures of him and his family and his friends

outgoing though not extremely social

in community service extracurricular

mainly visits children or elderly homes

and everybody in the homes would adore him, excited for his next arrival

average scoring student

does his weird random dances whenever he scores better than expected

accidentally flirts with everybody

female, male classmates, teachers, staff, the school cat

likes to squeeze onto one seat with his friends, especially those that sit beside the window, trapping them

usually goes to prom without a date; has fun at prom with his own friends

still dresses well for prom tho

takes the opportunity to confess to his crush during his final year prom

whom nobody actually really knew was his crush because i mean he flirts... with... almost everybody.......

Chen Le

wow this boy

even if he does not know everybody, everybody would know him

but for various reasons ofc

one is definitely because he is loud af

you can probably hear him from 20m away, 25m if he’s laughing

would always see him smiling or laughing whenever you pass by him in school

would have modest looking school supplies despite his well-off background

can probably see him playing basketball with his friends at least once or twice a week

maybe only him shooting hoops alone once in a while too

dramatic in class and everywhere else

teachers know him as the other half of dramatic brothers, along with haechan, despite being in different grades

looks forward to music classes and aces them

in choir

bass to soprano easy peasy

likes to watch horror movies with his friends on schools nights

scares them afterwards and leaves them insomniac the whole night while he sleeps soundly

sends his friends really hyped and encouraging messages before examinations/ competitions

has more gaming sessions than study sessions with classmates/ friends

Jisung

our youngest park jisunggggg

surprised by how old he already is when he first starts high school

an awkward child knowing new classmates

probably spends the first few days of the first year himself quietly, in a corner of the classroom ( big child sits at the back row )

sips on his packeted orange juice as he watches his classmates drink coffee

eventually warms to classmates but still remain relatively quiet

classmates would like to tease him but he would roast them back

in dance club

known to be one of the best dancers in dance

dances for many in and outside school events

quiet demeanour changes once he is on stage dancing

schoolmates go crazy and become his fans after seeing him dancing

shy puppy when he receives compliments from his schoolmates

respectful and friendly to everybody

bows to all the staff and teachers

blushes when juniors call him ‘oppa’ 

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[soldierwinterthe]

Hell (Chapter Six: The first rule of Fight Club is. You do not talk about Fight Club.)

Gif not mine

Summary: Y/n Singer, after selling his soul to save Sam’s life, has accepted her destiny (or maybe not?). But her family doesn’t.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1311

Warnings: Angst.

Chapter One: Fair Exchange Chapter Two: What Will We Do Without Her? Chapter Three: Fire and Ice Chapter Four: The Enemy of My Enemy, is My Friend Chapter Five: The Demon and The Huntress

It’s exactly one month away from my departure. Things were normal. I went back to hunt with Sam and Dean, while my father continues to do research on research, although he tries to avoid being discovered. Between me and Dean didn’t do much, only silent glances, thinking back to both that night in the Impala. As he had said, all we said and did that night, nobody knows anything. Meanwhile, I begin to count on the days I have to live before I go forever to hell. This evening in particular, I feel more melancholy than usual. I left Sam and Dean resting at my father’s house after finishing another grueling monster hunt. Suffering, I take my usual leather jacket, and I go out the door to the back. Not far from home there is a bar open until late; I’m in, the jukebox plays a low-volume Bon Jovi song, Dead or Alive. Well done for my situation. I approach one of the free stools near the counter, and I sit down. I ask the barman a shot of tequila, which I sneak in a moment. The throat begins to burn, but even so, I ask another round. The barman approaches the tequila bottle, and in a moment I take it in his hands; the man looks up to the sky, and even if at first he hesitates, he decides to leave me alone. These days I was thinking of how to live my last month of life; maybe I could do those things I would have done if I had no days counted. The first desire: to drink so much that I don’t remember what I did the night before. What am I to lose? And it would be the ideal evening, if it was not for.. her. At my fourth shot of tequila, I notice with the tail of the eye that someone has sat at my side. “My favorite hunter! You look good.” I look her, and as soon as I see who I am, I raise my eyes. “What are you doing here?” I didn’t see Ruby since we drove out the Kitsune. I swallow my glass, but before I close it to my lips, Ruby takes my shot from under my nose and drinks it all in a breath. “I was in these parts, and I thought I would visit you.” “You’re kind.” I get up from the stool, and after dropping a few bills on the counter, I head for the exit. The night breeze strikes my face, making me shiver. I start walking aimlessly, when I hear the footsteps of Ruby who follow me close behind. “Come on, I know a place where we can have fun!” I stop, and she is in front of me. Why is she here? She has nothing else to do? Yet, I feel that the tequila begins to take effect, because after a couple of Ruby pleas, accept her proposal. On foot, there is almost total darkness, the city is deserted. Ruby heads east, and I follow her in silence. After crossing the road, we head to a door sealed by wooden boards. Ruby knocks at pace, as if it were a sort of secret code. And indeed it is what it looks like: some of the wooden aisle moves and Ruby makes me sign to follow her. We go down a few stairs, and we find ourselves in a semi-illuminated basement, with at least twenty people, positioned in semicircle around two men who fight each other. “What is a fight club?” A grin forms on Ruby’s face. “Sort of.” I look around, the men screaming around the two wrestlers, encouraging them to strike harder. I look at the two men in the middle of the room, then I see them: the eyes of one of the men in a heartbeat become completely black. My hand instinctively puts on the gun hidden behind my back. Ruby quickly intimate me of not doing things I might regret. “Did you bring me into a fucking demonic fight club?” “Come on, Y/n! They don’t know who you really are, and you can kick some ass. And.. they don’t use their powers.” The two men are still struggling, when one of them suddenly stops, surrendering. The winner raises his arms to the sky and screams, like a lion who has just ‘eliminated’ his prey. “So who has the balls to challenge me?” “She would try with joy.” I’m immobilized on the spot, because of Ruby’s words. Damn, I think this will be the biggest shit I’ll do in my… short, life. I squeeze an arm of Ruby and I intimate her to leave, when the man approaches us. “Do she want to challenge me? I make her into little pieces just to look her in the eye.” Ah, you don’t know what you just did. I turn around, and I look at the man in his eyes; I take a deep breath, and after pulling out my jacket, I start toward the middle of the basement. My opponent stands in front of me, and with a faint grin on his face, he sluts on me. The man begins with a slight stroke, which I can easily dodge. He stretches out a leg, and with a slap, I find myself lying on the floor. My opponent tries to straddle over me, but before making his move, I raise my legs and I wrap them around his neck. I tighten my legs as much as possible, then I get up on my back, and I bang against him. The man staggers while I pick myself up off the ground, the screams of demons around me. I go to my opponent, and with a kick I push him toward the wall; he slips to the floor, and this time I’m straddling him. I begin to hit him hard on the face: one, two, three punches. I stop myself when I understand that my opponent is k.o. I move from his body, and I walk quickly toward the demons who still revel in the show they have just watched. I take Ruby, and I push her toward the stairs. “Let’s get out. Now.” The trouble, however, are coming. In fact, when I and Ruby meet us in the street, we hear screaming from the basement. Within seconds, the man I beat is in front of us, with the men who were in that basement. “You. You’re a hunter.” I look Ruby in the eye, and in a few seconds, I begin to run.

Ahead of a fight against the demons, normally I wouldn’t have pulled back, but when they are more than ten, and I have as the only 'weapon’.. well, Ruby.. She and I continue to run away, when we decide to takje different roads to confuse the demons. Ten minutes pass, and I find myself alone in a lane, with short breath. I hear the steps, and before I can take the gun, Ruby comes out of the corner. We both stay in silence, then I burst out laughing, and she follows me. “You had to tell me where you would bring me. I would have drunk more tequila.” After a while I leave the street, and checking that there is no demon in our heels, Ruby and I head quietly to my dad’s house. “Why are you here Ruby? I want the truth.” “I know who has your contract.” I stop suddenly, and I look at her with surprise. Are she lying again? She has already done it once. As if she had read my mind, Ruby keeps talking. “The demon is called Lilith. Maybe you’ve heard her name from Sam and Dean.” “What does this have to do with them?” Ruby’s eyes widen and she fixed me. “You don’t know anything?”

Chapter Seven: Unexpected Betrayal

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