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Overtime (m)

@lilacxsehun requested: Jungkook/Reader inspired by the lyrics “He says I know what I want and I want it now I want you cause I’m Mr. Vain” in which Jungkook is the CEO of a big company you work for. 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut; CEO/Boss AU 
Word Count: 12,037
Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at a CEO AU so I was very excited to get this request. As I was writing this, I wasn’t entirely sure if Jungkook’s position should constitute him more as a CEO or a boss but eh, ignore the technicalities.

Summary: In which an awkward first encounter with your new boss gives Jeon Jungkook all the more reason to make your job an interesting experience.


To say you are late would be a complete and utter, tragic and ill-fitting, understatement. By the time you were supposed to be here at the building, you had just finished adding the last minute touches to your hair with the straightener, and by the time you were supposed to be doing that you needed to finish your makeup and by the time that was happening—!

Well, you get the idea.

Point is, you are running incredibly behind on your schedule—as if life just wanted to prove a point that no matter how much it seemed you could stitch your life together by managing to land an interview for a company actually relevant to your degree, something always had to go wrong. It just so happens that the bad day you constantly worried about just had to occur today. On the day of your interview.

You think it might be enough to get you to scream. First, the power just had to cut off the night before, disarming your alarm clock and resetting all the previous settings so instead of just beeping at some abnormal time it just didn’t ring at all. Given that you had also forgotten to plug your phone in for charging the night before as well, there was no way that could have been any source of an alternative method for waking up. All of that led up to the simple fact regarding the issue that you have a very difficult time waking up in the morning even with an alarm, so having none only elevated that struggle, bursting out of bed after frantically wondering about the time, and attempting to compress an hour’s worth of preparation into 5 minutes.

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Imagine a human AU where you are a paranormal investigator. You go around helping people with ghosts and other supernatural entities (though a lot of the time it turns out to be nothing or a prank).

Thor and Jane contact you because they think their house is being haunted. You go check it out since it’s not too far. When you arrive both Thor and Jane seem perfectly polite but Loki (who doesn’t live there but stops by every now and then) openly laughs when he hears what you’re there for. You ignore him and look through everything. Most of what Thor and Jane bring up are easily explained away except for one: Thor insists on seeing a shadowy figure every night in the hallway at 3am. You stay up to see it, setting up cameras to catch the movement.

When you look back at the photos you can tell that it isn’t a ghost but an actual person. Quite easily you deduce that Loki has been playing a prank on Thor and Jane, who had recently seen a horror film about a haunted house and were terrified.

You confront him about it but while you do he starts acting distracted, saying he can feel something tug his hair. You think Loki’s still kidding around until he is pulled back by some unseen force and slammed into the wall.

Cue saving Loki from a ghost and him having to acknowledge the possibility that ghosts are real.

You see the thing is I would die for this man

By Heart [ IV ] [ Final ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 5k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

By Heart Masterlist

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Everything felt soft around you, the mattress that dipped to the curve of your spine, the feathery pillow cradling your head, the comforter tangled around your legs. The air was quiet around you, fingers splaying out against the sheet as your body shifted onto its side, eyes screwing shut as you fought off waking up to no avail. The sunshine began to peel through your lids til you fluttered them open, squinting into the light pouring through the sheer curtains that framed the window across from you. You deeply inhaled, the smell familiar and calming as your eyes flickered around the bedroom, taking in each and every thing you hadn’t seen in so long. The beaten up dresser that needed replaced, the books that were tattered shoved into their shelves, even the neatly folded clothes waiting for you on the trunk at the foot of the bed.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think they will have another round of performance in 2018? I'm going to Japan next year and it would be amazing if I could have the chance to see a performance! (also, for the ticket, are they available on the engeki haikyuu official website or there are other websites for that?) Thanks again! I'm in love with your in-depth description of characters and performances. Your opinions are so well expressed it makes me feel like I was there, so thanks for being so nice!

I’m guessing you missed seeing this post


As of now we still don’t have information as to specific touring dates (or cast), but if past precedent holds, then they’ll be touring probably between April-May.  Regarding ticketing, could you please message me off-anon?  These conversations always get really lengthy in my experience and people tend to ask about a lot more than just how to buy tickets.   


I know most of you are here for my art, but it’s been a year since my last legit con, 2 years since my last legit cosplay con and I was able to cosplay from my main fandom and had a ton of fun with a lotta people ^ ^; I’ve been trying to spread out my cosplay posts throughout the week (I know, it still seems a lot) but I hope you’ll be patient with me! ;A; The regular art posts will return soon.

Speaking of which, my goal is to finish the first chapter AND hopefully the prologue of Inferno by this coming weekend. IT’S SO CLOSE SOBS Will I be able to post something this weekend? HOPEFULLY. Stay tuned, I’ll keep y’all updated, thank you SO MUCH for your patience! ^ ^)b

(I do hope to cosplay a lil more this coming year though, we’ll see what happens ^ ^;;)

This picture was taken by a Reddit user, who was messing around with their phone. According to the uploader their phones camera takes 10 pictures with one press of the button. Later they looked through the photos and saw a dark figure at the end of the hallway, no one was at the end of the hallway while the photos were taken.

The Article

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: Yes

@nevaehsuga :  Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is the akward/sarcastic type and they write for the schools newspaper. And can peter be the one to take pictures for the paper? So one day the reader writes about spiderman (like who spiderman could be? Maybe they guess it’s a teenager) (or they write how amazing he is despite what others say about him) idk this idea came to me (and since I can’t write for crap) I knew you could execute this perfectly. I really love your writing sweetheart

A/N: This is probably so bad. I’m so, so, sorry for the long wait! High school is already pretty stressful and homework was keeping me from writing anything. Thank you so much for those of you who are still sticking with me, I am so sorry if this actually sucks, it is such a great request but I feel like I messed it up… Well, thanks for reading anyway!<3


You absentmindedly twirl your ballpoint pen between your fingers, listening to your fellow school newspaper committee members disagree on something stupid.

“We should write about the chess club! The big tournament is coming soon and they need all the support they can get!”

“Oh, so you’re telling me that the chess club is more important than the news of the new captain of the Academic Decathlon team?”

“How about a story on sports!”

“This is Midtown School of SCIENCE and TECHNOLOGY! We don’t do freaking sports!”

“(Y/N), as our head journalist, what do you think?”

You hadn’t even realized that you had laid your head on the desk, dosing off slightly. With a jolt, you recoil back and sit up straight, feigning a look of deep concentration.

“We should write about Spider-Man.” you state matter of factly without a second thought, earning a series of groans from everyone in the room.

“He’s had enough praise! He’s old news!”

“He could be, like, a seriously weird person. We don’t need weird people here.”

“Then why are you in this room?”

“He’s boring! Iron Man is better!”

“Now, now settle down children.” you drawl, shaking your head from side to side. “Clearly, you don’t understand the significance of this particular hero. Sure, maybe he’s not the most impressive hero in the book but in a way, he is one of the most important-”

You hear a scoff from a corner of the room but you decide to ignore it, ”-because he, like us, is just a teenager.“

Another outburst erupts from your peers.


You roll your eyes, “Pfft, please. I know what boys sound like when their hormones start getting all excited.”

 Many eyes avert your gaze in embarrassment and you smirk with satisfaction.

 "Since he is a teenager, he is probably dealing with all the hardships that we are and even more for he has to be able to balance all these regular struggles with saving the world.“ you continue.

 "City.” someone coughs in an unsubtle manner.

“More like street.” someone else giggles.

“He’s accomplished more than the both of you combined.” you fire back, glaring. They avert your gaze, coughing nervously.

“He is quite phenomenal and I believe he deserves more praise. Imagine the publicity this paper and article could receive!” you say enthusiastically when you see some unconvinced (and unimpressed) looks. “Fellow students will feel a surge of motivation reading about a hero that has accomplished so much at such a young age! If Spider-Man can save the world and complete his homework, then us normal people can ace a final math exam!” 

"Please. We all know why you want to write another article about this Spider character,” a boy calls from the back and sniggers soon echoed through the room. “You have a crush on him. Pathetic. He probably doesn’t even know you exist.”

You feel your cheeks burn as giggles fill the room but you don’t let a little blush stop you.

“And the last time I checked, your photography skills don’t exist either,” you remark, a triumphant grin crawling on your face as you witnessed the boy turn livid. “I’m going to have to ask you to give me that camera now, there’s someone I have in mind that is much more deserving of this position than you.”

His mouth is gaping at you uncontrollably but it doesn’t phase you in the slightest.

“All in favour to write about our web shooting hero?”

Every hand shoots immediately into the air.


“Come on, Parker!” you whine, trying to keep up with his long paces down the hallways. “Just one photo, that’s all I’m asking! I’ll even help you! I know some places where he tends to show up… like that churro stand down that street and-”

“No!” Peter repeats, but this time you were startled for he had basically shouted. He blushes and lowers his voice when a teacher gives the two of you the stink eye. “I mean, I can’t (Y/N). I’m really sorry.”

You scoff, folding your arms across your chest in attempt to appear menacing. Peter didn’t flinch or back away. The two of you had always been like this, ever since you were kids. The Stubbornness Showdown, as the two of you liked to call it. Basically a game of who would be able to stand their ground and who would give in first. Sometimes it went on for days, cause let’s face it, you and Peter were probably the most stubborn and independent people in the world. 

All of this was normal, the two of you practically grew up together. You had so much in common and you laughed and learned together, helped each other up when the other fell down. But as you grew older your affection for Peter started to grow stronger. Besides, dating Peter sounded much more realistic than dating Spider-Man, whoever he was.

“You know what? I bet you can’t do it. You probably don’t even know how to turn on a camera.” you taunt, turning your back to him and walking away.

“It’s not that…”

“Pfft, please. Excuses, excuses.”

You mask a smile of triumph when you see Peter flush red while struggling to come up with an answer.

Although you were going to admit, he was acting strangely. You were only asking for a simple picture and you even offered to lend him a hand. It was quite a simple task, so what made him say no?

“Well, I’ll be off then-”

“…Fine, I’ll do it.”

“I’m afraid that your answer is too late, Mr. Parker. Don’t worry I’ll find someone else. Flash perhaps? I’d absolutely love to feed his ego, see how large it can grow…”

“(Y/N)!” Peter shouts, sounding exasperated but smiling all the same. “Please, let me. I’ll do it!”

“Hmm, that’s odd. I recall that I was the one asking you to agree merely minutes ago-”

“Shut up.”

“Lead by example.”


“Must you insist on tagging along?” he asked, nervously pulling at the collar of his sweatshirt, his skintight red and blue suit hiding underneath.

“Dude, we’ve been hiding out here since we were five. Even if you didn’t want me here, I’d find you in a matter of seconds,” you reply, giving his shoulder a friendly nudge with your own. Peter fought the urge to lean in closer. Instead, he huffed heavily in response.

“Besides, you like my company.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Shut it, Parker." 

It went on like this for a while; the two of you on the lookout for the red and blue clad hero while talking about meaningless things.

"So why are you so keen on writing an article on Spider-Man?” Peter inquired suddenly, catching you slightly off guard. “A lot of people think that he’s a lame hero or simply a party trick. Are you planning to write a hate article?”

For some reason, Peter looked awfully hurt, but you brushed it off without a second thought. You also tried to ignore his warm, brown eyes but goddamnit, it was hard.

“Well, I think he’s amazing and deserves so much more credit,” you start, struggling to keep your thoughts together when Peter’s eyes bore into yours. “He’s inspiring and I feel like he has the need to prove himself and I want to help him along on his journey. I bet he’s been through a lot and I will try my best to support him, even if he doesn’t know I exist.”

You expect Peter to laugh or make fun of you but - to your surprise - he smiles. His affection for you was growing by the second. Feeling comfortable, you continue.

“I know I must sound like an obsessed fangirl, but I guess I kind of want to prove myself too. Writing this article could help change the way people think, not only about Spider-Man but maybe about me too. A lot of people in the newspaper committee question my ideas and authority, and if this paper is successful it could really boost everyone’s trust in me and perhaps the teasing will cease too.”

“Teasing?” Peter questions with a smirk, scooting in closer. “What could they possibly tease you about? You’re a hard egg to crack." 

You sigh, shaking your head. "They’re convinced I have a crush on Spider-Man, which is why they think I’m writing this article.”

“Well, do you?”

You punch his arm gently and you notice he’s blushing a light shade of pink. Why? Once again you weren’t sure but it possibly couldn’t be because of you… could it?

“Maybe… But lately, I’ve got my eye on someone more realistic.”

He chuckles and you wish that he would ask you who that someone was when he jumps to his feet. 

“Here, hold on to this. I’ll be right back,” he says, tossing his camera to you. You fumble, barely catching it. Before you can ask him where he’s going off to, he bolts off, leaving you feeling lonely and disappointed. 

Of course, he didn’t like you back in that way, how foolish of you to even hope. You scold yourself and close your eyes in humiliation.

“Whooo!” you hear a voice yell happily, and you open your eyes to see your favourite hero swinging through the air. You wouldn’t exactly call his movements graceful, however, they were agile and you simply admired him, smiling stupidly when you remember Peter’s camera in your hands.

You bring it up and furiously snap pictures, while muttering, “Damn it, Peter, you always leave before the best part.”


“Congrats on the article! Great picture too, I might add.” Peter praises you the next day by your locker in between classes. “You wrote some amazing things…”

Peter fought the urge to thank you, for everything. But you couldn’t know… not yet.

Though it was true. The paper was a huge success, the whole school loved it. Of course, you added assorted school blurbs, info and news throughout the pages, but everyone’s new favourite superhero was on the front page.

“You never came back yesterday,” you state, handing him back his camera. A wave of guilt hits Peter. Hard.

He grimaces, looking guilty. “I know and I’m sorry. I was busy.”

“Aren’t you always?” you muse, not looking at him. “You could make it up to me though.”

You regret the words as they came out of your mouth but there was no turning back now.

“Take me out on a date. What do you say?”

But he said nothing for the bell pierced the silence that had last for only 3 seconds. And now he was walking away, heading to his next class, his body movements rigid and quick. It might’ve been only three seconds, but the silence of the unanswered request felt like an eternity for you because he had hesitated. He wasn’t jumping at the opportunity. He didn’t return your feelings. He left you the other day because he didn’t want to anything to do with you

Doubts clouded your thoughts as you walked to your final classes, barely able to feel your feet moving beneath you.


You were the first one out of the school when class was dismissed, fleeing from the building without turning back. 

Chocolate and bad movies sounded great right now, you were planning your next few days of solitude in your head when you see something sparkling out of the corner of your eye.

You gasp when you register the beautiful scene in front of you.

One of the large, metal school fences was decorated in delicate spider webs, glistening in the sunlight. It was absolutely gorgeous, but what struck you the most was that the webs were spelling out a word.


And suddenly, everything clicked into place.


A Sam Holland imagine loosely based on the song Evermore from the new Beauty and the Beast. I recommend listening to the song before reading. Enjoy!

You and Sam were the perfect couple. You’d been together since you were 14 and you never had any problems. Of course, that all changed when you turned 18. Suddenly, being adults brought on hell and high water for your relationship. You had to start making real adult life choices and everything seemed to just slip through your fingertips, including Sam.

It all happened on that fateful night at Tom’s new movie premiere. You’d been arguing about what you guys were going to do after high school. You wanted to go to university while Sam didn’t. You fought about whether to move in together, whether you’d have any money, etc. You had been fighting every night for weeks. It being a special night for his older brother didn’t change that. You stood outside the theater while the movie played, screaming at one another for the fifth time that week. It burned your throat to yell at the person you loved so much. It felt like you were choking on your words and your lungs were filling with molten lava.

You didn’t know what you were doing when the words came out of your mouth, you were just too angry to think about spending another minute together.

“I’m done, Sam.” You whispered. It was a shocking change from the loud dialogue you two were having before.

“What?” His tone matched yours. You could see the fear in his eyes.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry,” you went to turn away, but he grabbed your arm.

“Please don’t do this,” he begged.

You could see the tears in his eyes and it hurt worse than anything to see him like that. Although, you knew you couldn’t back down. So you simply pulled your arm out of his grasp. You turned around and lifted the bottom of your dress so you wouldn’t trip before running off in the opposite direction.

Everyday you didn’t wake up to a text from him or see his smile felt foreign and wrong. You weren’t that same without him by your side. Hell, you could barely remember a time that he wasn’t. It wasn’t until three months later that you saw him again.

Harry called you to invite you to his first art show. He had rented out a hall so he could put his photography up for everyone to see. You were thrilled to hear the happiness in his voice when he told you about it. You told him you’d be there and that you couldn’t wait to see him. You wanted to ask how Sam was, but you knew that would be a bad idea. You were honestly scared of what the answer was.

That night you dressed in the nicest clothes you’d worn since the premiere night. You grabbed your keys, waving goodbye to your parents, and headed out the door. It was a short cab ride to the place where the show was. When you walked in there were so many people and you couldn’t help but be proud of Harry. You saw him in the corner, explaining a picture to someone. You waved and he came running over to you.

“Darling!” He shouted as he hugged you and spun you around in the air. “You came.”

“Of course I came,” you moved a stray piece of hair away from his face and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Always acting like my mother, aren’t you?”

“Always,” you winked at him.

He pointed towards the beginning of the show and you gave him a quick squeeze on his arm before making your way over to the massive photographs on the wall.

It took you about half an hour to make it all the way through. At the back of the room was a hallway with other photos in it. You looked around for someone to explain what they were, but then you overheard Harry explaining it to someone.

“These are photos that my, well I call them my students, took. This side is my friend Harrison’s and the other side are my brother Sam’s photos.”

As soon as you heard his name leave Harry’s lips you felt your body tense. You took a deep breath before stepping into the small hallway. You didn’t know Sam even liked photography. You looked at Harrison’s photos first, not knowing if you could handle the other side of the wall.

You waited a moment before steadying yourself and turning around. Your eyes grew wide as you saw the five photos before you. They were all of you. There was one of you laughing, another of you blowing a kiss at the camera, one of you sleeping. There was one taken of your back the night of the premiere and one of you with your baby cousin. You didn’t even know he’d taken those photos at the time.

Your hand clasped over your mouth in shock. Tears welled up in your eyes when you looked up at the title over the five photos.

To my inspiration in everything I do.

A soft sob left your lips as your brain twirled around the information it was taking in. The photos were absolutely gorgeous. You had never seen yourself like that before. It was the way he saw you, and you’d left him alone three months ago.

“Um,” you turned around to see Harry behind you, his hands in his pockets and head low. “He told me to invite you. He needed you to see them. He needed you to see that no matter what you would never leave him. You would always be there in his heart.” You wiped your eyes of tears and faked a smile in Harry’s direction.

“Thank you,” your voice came out horse. “Where is he?”

“Home,” Harry stepped closer to you. “He barely leaves the house anymore. He’s basically wasting away.”

Your heart ached as you listened to Harry. You turned back around to look at the photos again. You’d done that to him. You’d ruined Sam Holland because you couldn’t handle a few fights.

“Would he want to see me?”

Harry nodded vigorously. He knew that the only thing in the world his brother wanted to see was you.

You took one last look at the photos and a smile spread across your face. You quickly hugged Harry before running out into the London street. You called a cab and gave him the address of the home you’d practically grown up in. You got there within a few moments. You gave the driver some cash before hopping out of the cab and running up the steps to the front door.

You knocked on it and it opened to show the familiar smile of Nikki Holland. She looked shocked to see you standing there. It had been a long time since she’d seen the site.

“Is something wrong dear?” Nikki asked you when she noticed how flustered you looked. You shook your head with a smile on your lips.

“Is Sam here?” It felt good to say his name. It was the first time in a long time since it floated off of your lips. Nikki nodded her head towards his bedroom and you thanked her before running down the hallway.

You lifted your hand to knock on the door. Your adrenaline was pumping through you like never before. After you knocked you heard a low and raspy voice ask who it was. It wasn’t the voice of the man you loved. It was different. He used to sound so happy. It broke your heart to know that you two being apart had changed him so much. Then the door swung open suddenly.

You looked up at Sam, but he didn’t look the same. His hair was much longer and his usual bright hazel eyes looked dark and dull. The smile you were used to seeing was nowhere in sight.

His jaw dropped slightly at the site of you. You were so beautiful. It was like seeing an angel after being in hell for years. He went to say something but you cut him off by throwing your arms around his neck. His hands instinctively wrapped around your waist. His grip on you was extremely tight, due to the fact that he wasn’t entirely sure you were even  real. You could hear him let out a huge sigh of relief at the feeling of you being in his arms again. His hand came up to hold your head, his fingers entangling in your hair.

“Finally,” you heard him murmur as he nuzzled his head into your neck.

Your fingers massaged the back of his head, trying to comfort him as well as let him know that you felt the same as he did. That being back in his arms again felt like heaven on earth.

Sam took a few steps back so that you were in his room. He didn’t dare let go of you. He thought that if he lost his grip on you for one moment he’d lose you forever. His hand came around from the back of your head to the side of your face, cupping your cheek. You pulled your face away from his neck and smiled at him.

“You’re so much more beautiful than I remembered.” He whispered to you. You could feel tears of happiness rolling down you cheeks. You hadn’t realized how much had been missing from your life until this moment.

You leaned forward to connect your lips to his. They were more chapped than you remembered, but it didn’t matter to you. The kiss was full of all the love and passion that you’d been missing in the time that you were apart.

“I love you, Sam Holland. I love you so much and I am so so sorry.” You say to him while your foreheads are pressed together. He shakes his head against yours.

“Don’t apologize,” his thumb moves up and down your cheek bone.

“I should never have left you. I-”

He cut you off by shushing you and pressing his lips to yours again. His lips moved from yours to your cheek, then your nose, and finally your forehead. They lingered there for a moment as he took in the scent of his favorite perfume. His eyes flickered back down to yours and you smiled at him. You hadn’t looked into this beautiful eyes in so long. It felt like a lifetime since you’d been this happy.

There was a knock on the door behind you two. You untangled yourselves from each other’s arms to see Harry with a massive smile on his face.

“I take it my favorite couple is back together then?” He crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk.

“Back and better than ever,” you laced your fingers with Sam’s and squeezed his hand. He looked down at you like you were magic. He still couldn’t believe you were standing next to him again.

“I love you,” he blurted out.

You smiled and went up on your tiptoes to kiss him again. Harry made a gagging sound and you laughed against your boyfriend’s lips.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, you crazy kids,” Harry said as he shut the door and walked off to his room.

Only seconds later you heard excited cheering coming from Tom’s room next door, you giggled at the thought of his excitement over you two getting back together.

“So,” you swung Sam and yours hands in the air. “I’m your inspiration?” Sam rolled his eyes before smiling down at you.

“You’re so much more than that. You’re my whole world.” It was something he’d said to you a million times, but this time felt so much more special. You started walking backwards towards his bed, pulling him with you.

“Show me.” You sat on the edge of the bed and he stood over you.

“Gladly, my love,” he leaned down to kiss you as the two of you laid back into his pillows.

Pentagon As High School Students

Originally posted by shineuro

this is like my 5th highschool au lmao


  • eternal battle with Hui for solo parts in choir and musicals
  • prob part of the badminton team
  • gets extra food from lunch ladies in hopes that he’ll grow more
  • spoiler: he didn’t
  • always in skits for rallies
  • gives the best perf of the national anthem at rallies
  • gets put on other people’s shoulders so he can actually see at rallies
  • gets trampled in the hallways by the tols
  • always mistaken as a freshman


  • always nagging his friends to do their hw and study
  • always raises his hand in class even if he knows his answer is wrong
  • basically that one kid that the teacher complains that they hear from too much
  • gets way into his character if he has to read novels aloud in literature 
  • makes his presentation way too long
  • bring balloons and cake to school for his friend’s birthdays
  • keeps talking and ruining movies with logic when the class has to watch movies in class


  • practically lives in school’s weight room and library
  • weird combo i know
  • straight A student
  • willingly takes PE every year even though he doesn’t have to
  • your mom’s friend’s son 
  • tutors kids in the library after school when he’s not running shirtless with cross country
  • always does his work ahead of time even if the teacher said not to
  • the type to call out the students who are cheating off his test during class


  • super loud during class discussions
  • “accidentally” set off the fire alarm
  • figured out how to bypass all the school wifi restrictions
  • “due tomorrow, do tomorrow”
  • keeps doing his hw the period before its due
  • once tried to play his mixtape during morning announcements
  • was forcibly taken out of the announcement room and all you could hear was him screaming
  • practically raps all his presentations
  • keeps going to concerts during the school week and comes the next morning ready to bit someone’s head off


  • sleeps during class
  • fainted when he had to dissect a frog
  • brings his laptop to school so it looks like he’s being productive 
  • but he’s actually either on netflix or slither.io
  • brings a blanket to school so he doesn’t get cold in his classrooms
  • always asked to be a model for the photo students
  • the hallway is his catwalk
  • treats school as some goddamn fashion show
  • never wears the same outfit twice
  • convinced the school newspaper to allow him to run a fashion advice column

Yeo One:

  • always the lead role in school plays
  • is never single
  • takes spirit week way too seriously
  • your mom friend’s son part 2
  • gets good grades without even trying
  • class president whom is beloved by all
  • makes thank you cards for teachers who are leaving the school or retiring
  • always has some fru fru drink from starbucks in the morning
  • once lost a bet and had to come to school dressed as a girl
  • no one knew it was him so they thought he was some cute new student
  • and he ended up getting hit on by almost everyone in school


  • takes mandarin 1 instead of AP so he can get an easy A
  • super friendly with everyone
  • no one has something bad to say about him
  • always chosen to do booth sales because he’s super friendly and also very attractive
  • does the morning announcements 
  • accidentally left the mic on before he started announcements so the whole school heard him singing 
  • accidentally stepped on jinho in the hallway
  • needs to hear instructions like 4 times before he remembers


  • looks the exact same throughout all of high school
  • always ends up doing the manual labor in science labs
  • center fielder for school baseball team
  • has a small group of fans whom he really appreciates 
  • one time he walked into a meeting of anime club
  • he then realized everyone there was a weeb so he never came back
  • got scared of people’s costumes on halloween
  • does the whole project for his group but then lets everyone else speak instead of him
  • freaked during a black out and when the lights came back on he was found cuddling Kino


  • prob the son of a teacher at his school
  • so all the teachers know who he is
  • and all the teachers will snitch on him if he does something stupid
  • gets free school lunch because he’s the son of a teacher 
  • also he’s pretty cute
  • constantly snapchatting in class
  • has snapchat streaks with everyone
  • entire school follows him on instagram and twitter
  • proud founder of school’s dance club/crew
  • wears the same hoodie at least 3 times a week


  • mistaken as a senior during freshman year
  • and basically the rest of high school
  • all because he’s hella tall
  • never seems to know when assignments are due
  • keeps breaking microscope slides
  • keeps getting in trouble because he and Yuto are dabbing at each other from across the classroom
  • always suggesting to play dodge ball during PE
  • he’s usually ends up being the last person to get out
  • friends teachers on facebook to see if they have any embarrassing pictures
  • tried to leave school during a fire drill
  • was caught and got detention
  • one of the many who hit on Yeo One when he was cross dressing