#I told my parents about all the other marks I got and they’re rly proud of me I don’t wanna tell them

[jelly-of-many-ships]

I somehow managed to get straight 90s In every class except a fucking 65 in english. And like... I love english but I hated the teacher and the assignments and i somehow managed to procrastinate every other assignment and Idk what to do this Is the single worst mark I have ever gotten I wanna scream I’m literally 15% away from failing

[ted-hyung]

Can you write a sungpil highschool au where Sungjin wants to ask Wonpil to go to prom with him

it’s been 1934802 years das why here please have 2.5k of rambling fl00f.

featuring: established high school boyfriends!sungpil, cool ex-gf!jihyo (twice), cousin dowoonnie~, and hopefully your love for my writing LMAO. please kudos and reblogs and comments ( ´ ▽ ` )b

sequel to this high school!AU.

prom comes after the annual spring festival, and sungjin wasn’t reallyinterested in wonpil’s affair before they were officially, lowkey-ly, dating.

when they were freshmen sungjin was already busy with debate club andgoing to guitar lesson after school, only finding out that his and wonpil’shome were on the same direction on one rainy evening when he didn’t bring anumbrella and wonpil had offered to go to the bus stop together, smiling cutelyat him with his crossed eyes and cute voice saying you’re always sleeping so you didn’t notice me.

on their sophomore days sungjin finally understood that wonpil was indeed popular on their school outing tohong kong. girls from different classes honest to god swarmed around wonpil totake turn posing for selca or group selca with him at disneyland’s twentydifferent tourist spots, which was quite understandable because even sungjin,last year, could tolerate such cute sight. disneyland made him soft he hadthought the sun’s got nothing on wonpil’s radiant smile that was alwayspresent, no matter how exhausting those teen girls could be. also, last year,jihyo happened, and sungjin got his first kiss right during the fireworks show.

this year, sungjin is taking wonpil to prom.

if you told sungjin that he’d be this nervous asking his boyfriend toprom, he would have laughed in your face because a) him and wonpil?? and b)prom was never on his mind, not even last year when he and jihyo were still athing.

before her, sungjin got asked out to prom by a senior, a long-haired girlwho was the student council president and wore thick glasses despite public’smajority demand for her to take them off because they were right; she was wayprettier without them and sungjin, who was the vice president of the studentcouncil, turned her down because before jihyo, he never cared about anythingbut his studies and learning the chord of oasis’ wonderwall right to its core.

something that he didn’t think would come in handy a year later, rightnow, since he’s sure without liam gallagher crooning in his ears for months, hewouldn’t have the guts to ask wonpil out to prom.

“are you listening to me?”

sungjin tilts his head and when he blinks, he meets with wonpil’s cutepout just across the table. they’re at the burger king, enjoying a gap hourbefore their cram school starts.

“um,” sungjin grimaces. “…no?”

wonpil tuts, but he doesn’t dwell on it. he steals a sip of sungjin’scola instead, his grin is wide and cute and sungjin waits patiently for hisboyfriend to continue whatever it was. it’s been exactly a month since then andthey’ve been kissing a lot, really, wonpil is irresistible and sungjin is weak.

“doesn’t matter, i was just telling you about my cousin visiting this weekend,”wonpil says, eyes twinkling. “do you remember him? dowoonnie?”

the name rings a bell but the timing even more so. this weekend? but onsaturday sungjin is supposed to take wonpil out to busk in hongdae (apparently,wonpil can play the piano and he loves to sing) and he’s—like, supposed tosneakily strum in to wonderwall while asking wonpil out to prom.

“i think so?” sungjin mumbles with a slip of blank disappointment on hisface that he can’t control.

fortunately enough, wonpil missed it. he’s squealing as he takes a biteof his soggy fries. “yeay! would you come with us to coex aquarium? dowoonniewants to go there, and then to namsan tower.”

yeah, sungjin found out in the most amazing way that a lot of thingscould change in just one year because before wonpil, he wasn’t this anxious about a dance that marks aglorious end of their high school year.

the whole school is buzzing withprom spirit. it’s happening in four and a half weeks, after all, and it’s allthe senior students talk about during lunch break, at the restroom, and on gymclass. sungjin watches at least two girls from different classes asking wonpilout to prom cutely; one baking him a huge chocolate chip cookie and the othermaking a small banner that’s taped to wonpil’s desk, next to wonpil’scollection of b1a4’s photo cards. wonpil, being the school’s ulzzang slash cuteprince, turns them down politely, cutely, and somewhat handsomely sungjin feelsso proud that he’s his.

today, out of the blue, jihyo sendshim a message on kakaotalk, asking him to sit with her during lunch break atthe farthest table in the cafeteria. sungjin frowns but replies that he’ll bethere and he tells wonpil, off-handedly, that he’ll be having lunch with jihyoand leaves without a chance to see the fall on wonpil’s expression.

she’s there alone amidst the crowdedcafeteria, and sungjin makes a beeline to the cafeteria lady to buy a bottle ofpeach juice he remembers she likes to have last year.

“hi,” sungjin greets her with a smile.she looks… otherworldly with new hairstyle that sungjin sees only in passing.the trendy, thin fringe is framing her full cheeks nicely. she did her eyebrowsand put on some faded red lip tint, probably from that one brand her favoriteidol boy group is endorsing.

she grins when sungjin slides thepeach juice to her.

“you don’t forget,” she says in ateasing tone and sungjin scoffs. “what are you having?”

“i think it’s fried kimchi leftoverfrom breakfast,” sungjin answers, unlocking his lunch box. “yep. at least mymom fried two eggs ha ha ha.”

“no veggies?”

“no veggies.”

“here have mine.”

sungjin peeks at jihyo’s lunch boxand sure enough it’s always so colorful with four different kinds of sidedishes and white rice. he wants the salted spinach and she dumps it all to hiskimchi fried rice.

they eat in silence at first.

and then sungjin’s phone pings witha kakaotalk notification from wonpil.

Whr r U? (;___;)

sungjin snorts a laugh that getsjihyo curious.

“it’s wonpil,” sungjin says, notreally seeing the need to explain who wonpil is because everybody knows theschool’s cute prince.

Cafeteria. Want anything?

“you seem close to him lately,”jihyo hums, “you two go to the same cram school right, with brian?”

r U rly with jihyo?

“brian… from hanlim? yeah. you knowhim?”

“he’s my friend from middle school.”

right after jihyo tells him that,sungjin reads wonpil’s reply and lets out a loud ahh.

Yes, but I told you. What is it?

“anyway what’s your plan for prom?”

ok

sungjin, who is bewildered bywonpil’s cryptic reply, groans and jihyo leans forward to take a look atsungjin’s phone, her black hair tickling sungjin’s nose due to their proximity.

“you named him ‘wonpil-ie cutie’?” and she sits back with a resounding laugh thatmakes sungjin smile.

“he did that himself!” he retortsand goes back to his lunch, phone and wonpil’s cryptic reply forgotten. “youasked me something though. what was it?”

jihyo sits up straighter at hiscasual question. what she asks him next caught sungjin off guard. he came uponher request without having any initial premonition yet here he is, sittingtogether at the crowded cafeteria sharing lunch like they didn’t break up withjihyo in tears because of how insensitive sungjin was. is. what did he expectwhen he agreed to meet her for the first time after what happened? and is jihyoreally asking him out to go to prom with her, especially with all what he wassupposedly done her wrong last year?

“why… me?” sungjin doesn’t get it.

“why not?” there’s a challenge fromjihyo’s crisp voice. “unless you’ve asked someone and she said yes.”

now that’s the thing. sungjin hasn’tasked wonpil, his boyfriend, who’s definitely not a she.

“i can’t go to prom with you,jihyo-yah,” sungjin clears his throat, feeling it closing up on him. he feelslike he’s at fault just like the last time he and jihyo sat together over pastaand sugary drinks. “sorry.”

“huh,” jihyo pauses, puts herchopsticks down, and her smile reaches her big, doe eyes when she states with aclarity, “you don’t want to.”

“i—that’s—” sungjin splutters because she’s still smiling as if sungjin’srejection means the world to her. “jihyo-yah, what are you talking about?”

“it’s okay, never mind,” she offersas an explanation, shrugs, and begins cleaning up her half-eaten lunch box. inanother minute, she’s already on her feet. when sungjin blinks, she presses akiss to the top of his head and leaves, taking the peach juice with her.

on saturday, sungjin picks up wonpil on his house and dowoon is a cutekid with cute nose and cheeks and a fantastic baritone that doesn’t suit hisoverall cuteness. they have never interacted whenever dowoon happened to visitand sungjin happened to look, but dowoon is already teasing sungjin whofoolishly gapes at what wonpil is wearing for their babysitting date today;large white and navy pinstripes shirt tucked in some kind of tight, black dresspants showing his slim ankles and a pair of black shoes sungjin is not surewhat they’re called, probably some city in ngland or something.

“take a picture, sungjin-hyung, it’ll last longer,” dowoon sing-songs,swinging his and wonpil’s entwined hands together in the air, taunting sungjinbecause he’s only fifteen. that brat.

“har har,” sungjin growls, rolling his eyes as he pushes his sweatinghands in the front pockets of his baggy jeans.

they take the subway and continue with the bus to reach the coexaquarium. sungjin pays for their entry tickets after dowoon ends his andwonpil’s debate of who should do what. wonpil will pay for their lunch with thepocket money from his parents, and he buys a shark plushie for his cousinbecause he says the shark looks like dowoonnie~

sungjin sighs. it’s going to be a long day.

they watch the actual sharks and penguins and takes pictures on therainbow lounge and the undersea tunnel. come to think of it, this is sungjin’sfirst time going on a date (shut up this one counts, okay) that’s not the mallor burger king. heck, they haven’t even visited the lotte indoor amusement parklike a normal, high school couple!

sungjin jumps quietly when he feels wonpil’s warm fingers trailing hisknuckles before hooking his thumb to sungjin’s pinky. dowoon is in the toiletand wonpil takes a step closer.

“hey.” wonpil murmurs, smiling shyly. he smells like vanilla.

“hey,” sungjin uses his own thumb to graze the soft skin of wonpil’shand. “you look great today.”

“so i don’t look great the other day? and the day before that?” wonpilpouts, but the sparks on his eyes betray him. “ugh, i want to hug you.”

“well,” sungjin snorts, spreading his arms, bringing wonpil’s left armwith him too because he doesn’t let go of their linked fingers. “go on.” it’sso easy to just pull wonpil towards him, but sungjin doesn’t usually do that.initiating skinship is wonpil’s unofficial job.

“maybe later.” wonpil looks down, then up, and giggles, “you look greattoday.”

“do i?”

“yeah.”

“your cousin is cute.”

“how about me?”

“you’re always cute.”

“hmmm, how about jihyo?”

“what about her?”

“gross, you two are too close!” dowoon yells in his fantastic baritone,separating sungjin from wonpil with his wet hands, most likely wiping the restof the moisture on sungjin’s black t-shirt. jesuschrist.

dowoon drags wonpil to the garden of jellyfish and they decide to finishthe tour before going to the nearest jajjangmyun restaurant to have late lunch.

dowoon gets to eat from wonpil’s bowl after his is emptied, and sungjinasks what is he going to do with all that carbo. wonpil flicks him on theshoulder and says, like an offended pet owner, that dowoonnie needs all that carbo to grow taller!

if only dowoon didn’t give him such smugsmirk sungjin would have let it slide.

sungjin feels a tug on the hem of his black t-shirt, then a hand seekinghis. they’re queueing to get on the cable car to reach namsan tower, and wonpilsays in a very small voice,

“i’m afraid of height.”

oh. that’s new. sungjin had never known this. but if his memory serveshim right, wonpil didn’t take scary rides at disneyland last year. wait. ifwonpil has acrophobia, how did he manage to stay calm during the plane ride??

sungjin looks up to find dowoon staring at their hands. their gazes meetnanosecond later, and the brat does a mehrong then looking away, whistling atune like he witnessed nothing.

oh.

oh.

“what do you need me to do?” sungjin asks, quietly. he bends his knees sohe can look at wonpil’s paling before him. he really wants to hug his boyfriendright now.

“please stay close?” despite his blatant fear, wonpil is smiling though,the cat’s whiskers on the apple of his cheeks are twitching from how nervous heis. “don’t let go.”

“i promise.” sungjin hums and envelopes wonpil’s thin wrists with hislarger hands, then switches to just one hand as he leads the three of them toenter the cable car. the floor sways a little as people crowding in, andsungjin gently pushes wonpil to the corner where he can shield wonpil’s visionfrom their surrounding with his body. he doesn’t know at what extent iswonpil’s acrophobia, but he will do his best to make the ride comfortable forhis boyfriend.

“where’s dowoon?” wonpil asks, clutching at sungjin’s upper arms.

“i’m here wonpil-hyung,” dowoon chirps just a foot away from them, phonein hand while the other holding onto the yellow ring above. “you okay?”

wonpil nods and buries his face on the crook of sungjin’s neck.

sungjin can feel wonpil’s lithe body trembling as the cable car shakesand begins its ascent. he really really reallywants to rub comforting circles somewhere on wonpil’s body but they’re inpublic. wonpil digs his nails to sungjin’s skin, whimpering when the cable carjerks as it passes another one descending and sungjin wraps an arm aroundwonpil’s waist, steadying him.

“alright?”

“yeah.”

their loud heartbeats are in a matching rhythm.

“hey,” sungjin swallows, “um. will you go to prom with me?”

“of course i will go to prom with you!” wonpil squeaks then closes hismouth in his trademarked cute way, a blush is slowly decorating his pale face.sungjin grins, not caring about some people—couples,really, they should have known how nerve-wracking it is to ask your boyfriendto prom—around them who turn their heads because of wonpil’s squeaking.

“are you insane?” wonpilhisses, pouting. “of course i will go to prom with you.”

“of course,” sungjin chuckles, “i’m sorry.”

wonpil huffs, cutely, of course, and refuses to acknowledge sungjin’s presenceonce they get off the cable car, pulling at dowoon’s hand to hurriedly climbthe stairs to reach their destination. sungjin shrugs, admits that it’s hisfault for worrying about nothing and throws a candy at dowoon who flips him athumbs up with that infuriating, fifteen year olds cheeky smile.

[pariiahs-blog1]

— ✧ MICHAEL TREVINO ??  no, that’s just ALEXANDER DAVID XANDER SOLIS !!  he’s the TWENTY NINE year old son of ROBERTO “ROBBIE” REYES, and is, in addition to being a SOUS CHEF at peach and pomegranate, a member of CAFETERIA STAFF at paragon academy. i hear he’s STEADFAST & BENEVOLENT, but tends to be ALTRUISTIC & FOOLHARDY. his file says that his ability is COOKING A PERFECT SOUFFLÉ ( WITH A PREDISPOSITION TO GAINING A SPIRIT OF VENGEANCE CURSE ). his stats page can be found HERE and his pinterest board can be found HERE.

       be careful with that one, love              he’ll do what it TAKES to survive.

SECTION ONE OF TWO: BULLET POINT HISTORY trigger warnings for talk of child neglect throughout & drug mentions

there isn’t actually much to xander’s life so this time when i tell u that i’ll be short and sweet, i rly will be.

four years prior to xander’s birth, robbie reyes and carla solis met, fell in love, and conceived their first child and xander’s older brother, tentatively named zachary ( because i’ll be sending in a wc soonish and don’t want to keep those details set in stone ). their relationship was amazing at the start, okay in the middle, and disastrous, when it came to an end. carla didn’t like to be tied down, never had, and having both a committed boyfriend and a baby sort of did that. luckily for her ( not so much, for him ), robbie having to deal more and more with the consequences of selling his soul meant that he, eventually, became something of a danger - and one night while he was gone, she took their son and hightailed it out of east los angeles. they relocated to a small town somewhere in new york, and half convinced his ex had done the right thing, robbie never came to visit - though if he had, he would have known about their second son, born a few months later, and christened alexander david. 

he dropped the first part of his name pretty early in life, coming to be known as XANDER ( or xand, to a very select few ).

carla solis wasn’t cut out for motherhood. she never really had been. kids were not something she had factored in to the whirlwind life she had imagined for herself, and her relationship with robbie had been an unexpected sidetrack. she LOVED her sons. she really, really did - but she never really cared for them, and she never learned to factor what they needed or wanted into the equation. xander grew resenting his father, a man who didn’t even know he existed, for his apparent abandonment - and he learned to resent his mom, too, for her constant neglect. she was never present, one foot in the door, one foot out, and zachary became his primary caregiver.

three years after he was born, carla met the next love of her life - and after another kind of whirlwind romance with the man that later became her husband, she packed up their stuff and moved them all again, to grand rapids, michigan, where they moved into a nice suburban home. to the outside, they’d gained a lot in this move. a father figure, a big house, money, for the first time in both their short lives. but they’d lost a lot, too. carla might have had some attention to spare for them, at one point, but her focus was now solely on being a TROPHY WIFE. she and her husband, brian ( a generic name for a generic man ), were very caught up in living their best lives and making sure their neighbours and “friends” knew about it. zach and xander had babysitters to take care of them. and so did their younger sisters, when they came along - nadia, four years xander’s junior, and sofia, a year younger than her - but they didn’t have their parents. 

xander started acting out right around the time that sofia was born. he was kicked out of the fancy playschool that he’d been enrolled in for being an absolute terror, and kicked out of the first elementary school he was enrolled in for the same. he was only five, six, seven, and his mom was never really present and his stepfather didn’t much care for him, and he didn’t know how to deal with the emotions brought on by either of those things in any sort of productive way. he was full of anger, and as a child, that manifested in those bouts of rebelliousness, extending from trouble at school to trouble in the neighbourhood as he started fighting with the kids his age and keying cars of their fancy next door neighbours. 

he was kicked out of his second elementary school, and a month later, brian and carla’s marriage crumbled. neither of those things are related - but one night, after they had moved away and into a new home, carla got drunk enough that she told him they were. he’s never forgotten. 

they moved around a lot for the next few years, and xander didn’t have much of a chance to cause more trouble. neither did zachary, for that matter - though his older brother had always been more reserved than he was, anyway. 

when i say “the next few years” - read it as the next five. they only stopped after they moved to paragon when xander was 12, and it was only then because that year, zachary ran away. he was almost seventeen, and he’d spent most of his life taking care of his younger brother and their sisters. he was older than he should have been at an age where his only focus should have been school and girls, and in the middle of the night, he disappeared. carla got worse, after that - and the responsibility of taking care of the girls fell onto xander’s shoulders. 

he tried to fight that, at first. family was everything, but xander wanted more - he had dreams of becoming a tv chef, and marrying his childhood sweetheart, a girl named ruth who still holds half his heart. but as he learned, the hard way, life doesn’t give you what you want. carla started to disappear for weeks at end right around the time he graduated from high school - and the girls needed him. his life had to be put on hold, for a while, and he thought it’d get right back on track, but instead, it unraveled completely. 

working as a dishwasher in a diner in town, he didn’t make enough to support the family - so he started to deal as a way of paying the bills. he kept dealing, cause he realized that with the money he made would put nadia and maybe even sofia through college. he kept on keeping on, because he thought maybe, just maybe, it’d get him his dream, too. wrong - after years of putting up with it, and hoping that with her presence she would eventually put him back on the right track and they would get married, maybe start a family of their own - ruth left, after realizing that wouldn’t be the case. she broke his heart. 

it was late - WAY TOO LATE, to bring her back - but xander realized soon after that he had strayed pretty far from a good life. he decided to get clean and stop using himself, and he also decided that dealing wasn’t the answer. he cleaned himself up, for the girls, for himself, and he got himself a better job ( TWO better jobs, after his sisters school started looking for cafeteria staff ), and he’s doing better. he really is. but he’s lost a lot of time. and he’s not exactly sure where he can really go from here - so life’s a little up in the air right now, BUT, xander’ll make it work. he always does. 

SECTION TWO OF TWO: HEADCANONS

xander first met robbie when he was a mouthy eighteen year old who didn’t know just how much he had to lose. he didn’t want anything to do with him, then, because he was a tough boy with a hidden heart, and he made that abundantly clear. it took a while, but they met again when xander was twenty five - and now, their relationship can be described as STRAINED, but a little bit better. now that he’s a bit older, with a better worldview, xander can see there’s a lot he never knew, and a lot more he’ll never understand. robbie isn’t a bad guy. in fact, now he doesn’t hate his guts, xander can see how SIMILAR they really are in their views, especially when it comes to family and taking care of them - but it’ll be difficult for a while. nothing’s ever easy.

he hasn’t seen his older brother since the day he left, and frankly, he doesn’t want to, either. as far as xander is concerned, zachary is DEAD. a bit dramatic, but also, in his eyes, fair. 

he was, in the words of percy jackson, a troubled kid. he did some STUPID shit. getting involved in any sort of way with drugs speaks to that well enough, but he was also just... terrible, when it came to things like property damage and whatnot. he had a lot of anger that was very pent up and he directed it in the wrong places - but at least xander can say that he’s always been, at his heart, a good guy. he treats the women in his life with the utmost respect. he’s loyal to his bros, and the only fist fights he ever had were for other people’s honor. he did the wrong things for right reasons, and made mistakes, just like anyone. but he was never a dickhead. that, he can say proudly. 

he’s ! a ! good ! chef ! it needs the explanation marks, cause it’s important. he’ll succeed. i love him for it. this is where his passion lies, and he has real talent. he might be stuck in the cafeteria for now, but someday, he’s gonna own some real top notch restaurant. mark my words.

the girls live with him, now! they didn’t, at first - he got his first own place when he turned 20, but he didn’t have much room for lodgers, so it took moving into some place bigger at twenty four for them to be able move in. nadia is doing law at paragon, and sofia is pre-med. they’re gonna be really great, successful women, and he’s so proud of them.