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its-freaking-jordan · 10 months

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Hello there :) I hope you’re having a fantastic day :) would it be okay if I could request headcanons of the upper moons + muzan finding out their lover has been reincarnated with no previous memories of meeting them 💙💙

Yess I cannn.

Also, Ima do Hantengu and his clones as well, including Zohakuten, but platonic, same with Daki and her brother.

Upper moons + Muzan finding out their lover has been reincarnated with no previous memories of meeting them.

Modern day AU

Muzan

Considering him and Kagaya are somewhat related, he works at the Kimetsu Academy, as Vice principal. I know Nakime is vice and Kagaya wife is principal but just role with me here.

Once he heard that there is going to be a new staff member, he didn’t care at all..until he heard your name.

He was completely skeptical about it actually being you at first, until he saw you.

Istg he was in denial upon hearing your name.

When you came in, his jaw dropped completely. He wanted to approach you, but he still had work to do until he was on break that’s when he was going to speak with you.

Once his break came, best believe he was running through them halls trying to find you. When he did, he found you alone in the library just reading a book.

You heard the library open, looking up to be faced with Muzan. You swore that he looked familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it.”Umm..May I help you sir?.” Muzan looked dumbfounded that you didn’t recognize him but he sucked it up, to just have a small conversation with you. Once his break was over he excused himself and walked off. He was pissed honestly that you didn’t recognize him in the slightest but you remembered everyone else.

Kokushibo

One word..hate.

He blames himself every time he sees you.

He knows it’s not you fault, that you can’t remember him but he still takes the blame.

He never knew how to approach you, he had to take advice from Doma and Akaza..because he’s socially awkward..

How yall met was actually because of Muzan, he found you and, drove where ever you was staying at, back to Japan to meet up with the “Demons.”

But back on board.. He takes you out as a date, but you just don’t know it’s a date.

You both were sitting on a bench by a lake, watching a sunset. Kokushibo(Michikatsu) noticed the you kept on staring at him. He didn’t know if you felt uncomfortable around him or what. “Is there a reason why you are looking at me?…” “Sorry, Michikatsu..You kinda remind me of someone, you know that right?” Upon him hearing that, he had a little hope that you remembered him, but then again he has a twin brother that you can possibly be talking about which made his heart sink. But that doesn’t stop him from taking you on those dates.

Douma

He thinks your playing with him.

He still keeps that fake ass smile on his face, but on the inside he’s fuming.

Still makes efforts to talk with you, which he succeeded in.

Once he figures out that you actually don’t remember who he is, he literally stops when he was doing, stopped smiling and just stares at you.

“Ah you always know how to make me laugh Y/N…(he’s heartbroken.) How about I take you out to eat tomorrow?” “Sure! There’s a new place that opened up actually, I didn’t know who else to take, so why not you?” You both waved off goodbye, and he just felt like tearing up a little but he refused to let that happen. But you both grew into a new relationship in your new life and he wasn’t happier than before.

Akaza

He has a wife…Idk if I should do it poly or he broke up with her honestly… Poly

When he heard that Koyuki found a new friend who was new to Japan, he didn’t think much of it, but he was happy that his wife made a new friend.

One day Koyuki invited you over to her house, to introduce you to Akaza(Hakuji).

Once he saw you, he wanted to walk out right then and there, he was too stunned to speak. He tried to speak with you, but you didn’t know who he was, so you only did small talk.

It made his entire body itch.

You would often hang out with them whenever they go out.

You ended joining their relationship after a whole year of knowing them better.

Hantengu

He wanted to cry, when he saw you.

He had no hope that he would actually see you in a new life, until he was proven wrong.

I think he like too much of a coward to actually approach and talk with you, so I think he had his sons (The clones) to go in and ask for you. (He sent Karaku and Aizetsu)..

I think he would like to take you on small walks and buy you gifts here and there.

Yes he still shriek when he’s scared, so you would often comfort him at those times..

Sekido+Karaku+Aizetsu*Urogi

(poly-ish and Zohakuten sees you as a sibling)

They all were visibly upset, but Sekido was fuming.

Believe it or not but Zohakuten found you. He was leaving school, walking to his brother house and you offered to drop him off home..

Sekido is furious, he thinks your joking with him honestly.

Aizetsu is depressed. He would try not to break down in front of you, or the others.

Urogi is devastated. He puts on a fake smile around you, but when your not at their house he’s just frowning..

Karaku is flat out heartbroken. He’s wondering if he or his ‘brothers’ done something that you forgotten about them all.

Zohakuten is just mad at himself because his ‘sibling’ doesn’t remember him at all.

They will still make efforts to try to revive their relationships with you, without them showing any signs of sadness.

Aizetsu would just want to cry when he first approached you, and you didn’t remember him.

Gyokko

I kid you not this mf is a comedian and a artist. But you heard him say a few jokes to a crowd and then he saw you.

He was unsure if that was actually you until you introduced yourself to him.

He was shocked that you forgotten about him..

But he brushes it off thinking that you had a-lot of stuff to do so you probably forgot about a-lot of stuff, which he understands.

But it broke him honestly.

He still take you out whenever he does his art of goes out all his way just to make you laugh.

Like I said..Mf is heartbroken, whenever you leave from y’all little “dates” he cries almost all the time.

But yall slowly build your relationship, but he still feels sad that you forgotten about him and, feels as if something was still missing.

Daki and Gyutaro

They both were confused about the whole thing at first… Daki was happy honestly, she approached you all happy and bubbly but you just had a confused look on your face and, shoved her off not hard.

Gyutaro then apologized to you saying “I’m sorry man.. My sister thought you were somebody else.. But what’s your name? I never seen you around here?”

He lied obviously, he knew it was you, but he needed a lie to not embarrass his sister as much as she did already.

You actually believed him and then the three of you started to hangout at school normally.

Daki felt a certain way that you don’t remember either of them, she would just cross her arms over her chest and huff.

Gyutaro actually kept a his feelings hidden quite well around you.. Back when you were Demon/Human, you would always compliment him, because he was insecure about himself and it would boost his ego, along with his sisters as well.

Daki is terrible at hiding her current feelings, once you said that you didn’t know who either of them were, she was shocked.. and then cried, saying that you’re a liar and you were just playing games with them.

But now it’s almost the same as how it was in y’all previous lives, you still close to them but they still feel a certain way that you don’t remember a thing about them. But they are also happy that you don’t remember anything about being in a terrible world back then.

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musingsofalovelymillenial · 3 months

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Non and Kru Keng!

Dead Friend Forever Ep 7 - extended opinion ( long-ish post)

Trigger Warnings : Sexual abuse, sexual coercion, grooming, etc.

Since episode 7 aired I have been appalled at the number of posts I have seen regarding Non and Keng and Non’s behavior. Before I dive into ( and yes this is me letting out my anger regarding things I have seen) I want to provide some background that is also a basis for my personal opinion. I also want to state that while I truly believe everyone is titled to their own opinion there are certain things that are wrong and should not be romanticized/glossed over.

My professional background is in psychology, social work and human service ( dealing with abuse and domestic violence)

My personal background also makes what is happening to Non even harder to watch. Episodes 5, 6 and 7 took me a while to get through and resulted honestly in needing to detach for a while. I grew up attending middle school and high school in an area where most of the students attending my schools were wealthy. During that time I and my friends experienced severe bullying for being poor and for not living the way everyone else did. For context we lived 20 minutes away from our school where almost everyone lived surrounding the school and we lived in a trailer park and even though our bus was overcrowded all the trailer park children rode one bus. We as a group were constantly in trouble even when we did nothing wrong, our vice principal called us trailer trash to our faces on our bus and the kids at school were cruel and treated us like we were disgusting and not good enough. When we were “lucky” enough to be invited to their houses we were watched more than the other kids and we were not treated the same way by the parents compared to their fellow friends from the same income level. We were taught by everyone around us that we should be and were inferior ( we were not!). During this time there was also one of my bullies who everyday would not only verbally harass me but sexually harass me at my locker and the worst part at the time was that there were either the kids that ignored that it was happening or the kids who laughed. I can't speak for my few friends at the time but what made all this worse was because school was not the only place I had problems. At home my father was an alcoholic and on any given day my house was a cocktail mixture of verbal abuse, emotional abuse, and domestic violence. After a while I not only started feeling sick a lot but I eventually stopped going to school and would stay home “sick” to avoid school ( both my parents worked so I would be alone during the day). Around this time was really when I developed anxiety, depression and for the first time battled with suicidal thoughts. This went on for a long time. When things finally had their culminating point of me finally opening up at least about what was happening at school. My mom was the first person to ask me and later as an adult in therapy my therapist also asked why did I never tell anyone what was happening to me? The answer was truly simple, complex but simple. I did not want to burden anyone. I told my mom she already dealt with so much because of my father and how he treated us that I did not want to add one more burden to her already full plate. I felt that if I could just handle it on my own it would be fine, eventually it would stop or these people who were cruel would just give up. I also felt ashamed and disgusted by what was happening. I also told my therapist (as an adult looking back on that time) that why would I tell anyone when the kids in the hallway made it clear they did not care and the adults ( teachers and office staff) who I should have been able to trust made it clear they did not like us either simply because of where we live and our income level.

Now back to Dead Friend Forever

Here are the definitions for Abuse of Power, Sexual Coercion and Grooming.

Abuse of power is when someone misuses their authority or higher position in a hierarchy to take advantage of, coerce or harm other people. And it can lead to different types of abuse, such as psychological, physical, financial and sexual abuse.

Sexual coercion is using pressure or influence to get someone to agree to sex. People can knowingly coerce others into sex, such as learning manipulative pick-up artist strategies, or unknowingly, such as assuming the other person is OK when they're not.

Grooming is a tactic where someone methodically builds a trusting relationship with a child or young adult, their family, and community to manipulate, coerce, or force the child or young adult to engage in sexual activities.

More information about grooming:

Because they were groomed, children and teens who were abused often feel that they were in some way responsible for the abuse. This is especially true for teens who feel that they went into the situation willingly and thus in some way it was their fault. This shame and guilt then prevents them from reporting, as they fear that no one will believe them. In fact, many teens who have been groomed are confused as to whether what happened to them actually constituted abuse as it didn’t follow the stereotypical pattern of a violent rape. In many cases this confusion can prevent or delay reporting for many years.

Non was groomed and then sexually assaulted regardless whether it seemed like he consented. Let me say it louder for the people in the back!

Kru Keng sexually assaulted Non! He did not ”cheat” on Phee. Did he lie to Phee yes, but he did not cheat in the stereotypically what we as a society view cheating.

the signs or steps of grooming with examples from the episode:

Make you feel like you owe them. Because you are in a relationship, because you’ve had sex before or because they give/spend money on you or because you go home with them they are owed for these behaviors.

We see Keng offer Non a ride home and he then offers him money to get out of his situation. We don’t see him doing these things with other students.

Victim Selection: abusers often observe possible victims and select them based on ease of access to them or their perceived vulnerability.

Keng clocks that Non is vulnerable the first time he is in the study class and even looks back at him after scolding Top and asking Non for his name. We see this through the several times he brings up how Non is having friend problems or how he doesn't want to work with Tee, and Non unfortunately mentions how just knowing someone cares makes him feel better which makes Keng even more aware of how alone Non seems to be.

Gaining access and isolating the victim: abusers will attempt to physically or emotionally separate a victim from those protecting them and often seek out positions in which they have contact with minors.

Keng has perfect access as a math tutor/teacher to have contact with minors. Also he always has Non come to his office or meet him alone despite the fact that his office is in a seemingly more isolated place than the classrooms.

Trust development and keeping secrets: abusers attempt to gain trust of victims through gifts, sharing secrets, etc.

Keng not only praises Non as a student but also then tells him things like I want to help you anyway I can, I noticed that you are sad, I can give you money to help you because I view you like a brother, I now know your secret regarding Tee and the money so I am someone you can trust.

Desensitization to touch : abusers will often start to touch a victim in ways that appear harmless and later escalate to increasingly more sexual contact.

Keng touches Non’s shoulder seemingly to comfort him, the next time he is holding his hand, then he is holding his hand on his knee and rubbing the back of his hand. All these on their own could be innocent and seem like comfort or being friendly. Until Keng kisses Non crossing that line and leading directly to assaulting him.

Attempt by abusers to make their behavior seem natural: to avoid raising suspicions. For teens who may be particularly close in age to the abuser it can be hard to recognize grooming tactics.

I feel for Non because we see how he is not happy and is actually crying when he hugs Phee the first time when Keng kisses him and then we see him come down to meet Phee. Also Non is trapped in a situation where he is being manipulated and being taken advantage of and sees little to no way out of this financial mess with the money laundering. We, as an audience, saw the fight with his family after where his mother says she is embarrassed because of him and says to Non’s father that if he weren’t a loser then Non wouldn’t be one too. Non very much is receiving a message whether she meant it or not because emotions were high is irrelevant. Non is receiving the message that he is a burden and an embarrassment. Non is aware of his family's financial situation as well. We see him say it to Phee several times about how he wants to solve his own problems and he does not want to burden people. I do not think Non lied to Phee because he wanted to, I think he did it because not only would it put another thing on Phee’s shoulders after he already went to his dad once for Non but also puts Non in a vulnerable position. I personally was asked many times by people oh are you okay? Are you sure everything is good because you look upset? And everytime I lied because I didn't want to be a burden but I also never wanted to look at myself as a victim or admit that I was a victim because that bit of fragile control on my life was one of the only things I could control. And as an adult I have had the chance to talk to some people I knew at the time and they all told me they knew I was lying about being okay or even though I cried and then would say I was fine, I wasn’t. But they all felt like if they pushed me to talk I would never tell them and my one friend said point blank at least I could make you forget about it for a while even if I didn’t really know what you wanted a distraction from. I 100% feel this is exactly what is Non’s perspective. He cannot control how Por, Tee, Top, Fluke and even Jin treat him. He cannot control how his parents view him. He cannot control Phee or Phee’s decisions to love or help him. He cannot control Keng. He cannot take back getting involved with Tee and the money laundering or the consequences of that. What Non can control is how he feels or what he takes control of. Non can control whether he views himself as a victim. He can also control whether he finishes the movie that he wrote the script for. The movie and script are something he did, they come from him and are something at the end of the day regardless of anyone else he Non can be proud of. I think while we may not view his staying with the group healthy and it's not, or his lying to Phee about things that are happening good cause it’s not; it makes sense to Non. Because again he is a teenager who is vulnerable and easily exploitable and has very little control and teenagers whose brains are not fully developed are making not only decisions they think are best or worst at the time but also making decisions based on what they know at that moment. Seeing people who are watching this show and who are hating on Non or do not understand what happened between Non and Keng infuriate me. Should we all feel bad for Phee? Yes. He wants to be there for Non, he loves him and wants to care , on top of knowing that Non is being bullied and seeing what Keng did has to be heartbreaking and frustrating. Also without context to their conversations Phee as a fellow teenager may not be aware or understand fully what Keng did to Non is not on Non.

You can feel bad for Phee without victim blaming Non.

Non made poor choices regarding his trust with Phee or his ability to trust Phee but none of those things mean that he deserved what happened or that because it seems like he consented that it is all just fine and he cheated on Phee and had sex with Keng.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk!!

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minastras · 1 year

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mr. vice president // yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun was an ace, and everyone knew it. He was a star athlete, top student, creative genius, school vice-president, and prom royalty. The only person who even came close to his level was you.

at a glance: gender neutral reader, rivals to lovers, high school au, fluff, angst, ft. soobin, beomgyu, aespa's karina and winter

words: 7.3k

warnings: shit tonnes of swearing, brief mention of sports-enforced dieting (not weight related)

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You liked being the best, and you were good at it.

Your list of titles and achievements was long for your age: President of the student council, most promising player on the basketball team, and top performer in every exam season. In any metric you could name, you were always in either first or second place.

The person you had jockeyed for first with for the last four years was none other than Choi Yeonjun, the golden boy, the unstoppable force to your immovable object.

He was the most promising player on the football team. As your Vice-President, you two were the highest-ranking student leaders in the school. Perfectly and equally matched in academics, you both constantly oscillated between the two top spots on the yearly grade rankings. You could’ve been a high school power couple had it not been for one thing: you hated each other’s guts.

Your rivalry was well known throughout the school, although most people saw it as just a mildly petty competition. No one would ever expect such capable, talented, and hardworking students to indulge in that sort of immature behaviour. The only people who knew the true extent of your animosity were your kids.

You and Yeonjun called the other student council members your kids, and they in turn called you both their parents. On the administrative side Yeonjun had under him Soobin, the general secretary, and Beomgyu, the treasurer. On the operations side you led Jimin, head of logistics, and Minjeong, communications and liaison officer. Of course, you two had also fought over who would take admin and who would take operations (the kids voted in the end). Sometimes when you and Yeonjun were acting up too much, one of them, usually Soobin, would say, “Not in front of the kids!”

But as co-leaders of the student body, your school’s star athletes, and joint cohort-toppers, you had a lot in common with each other. Maybe that’s why you disliked him so much: he reminded you of yourself.

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You and Yeonjun were indeed busy bees. Your school days started earlier than everyone else’s, because you were in charge of the morning announcements and had to get ready before assembly. During breaks when the others got to relax or nap or eat you had disciplinary duties, not that either of you ever actually disciplined anyone (snitches get stitches, even for the golden kids). You also finished school later than most; being in the Excellere class for gifted students meant extra, harder, and longer lessons. After Excellere, you both had sports practice two to three times a week. If it was competition season like it was then, you had practice every day. In between commitments you were always stuck in meetings with him and the rest of the student council, or with him and the school principal.

Since school was just about all you did, that meant you were with Yeonjun for nearly every waking moment of your life, barring weekends. And sometimes not even that. You spent far too many of your precious weekend hours with him, either on Zoom calls or representing your school at external events.

“Good morning, Pres,” Yeonjun greeted that morning, punching your arm as he waltzed into the front office like he did every day. He always called you Pres. Never your name, just Pres. You hated it, and you’d told him as much more than once. That only made him do it more. He pointed at the hot pink post-it note on the announcement book. “What’s this?”

“The Spring Festival ticket sales announcement. Jimin finished setting up the website last night,” you told him. “Minjeong says we can start making the announcement every week, and she’ll put it on the school socials after assembly today.”

“Why can’t you do it?” he asked.

You folded your arms. “Because it’s not my job. She’s our communications officer.”

“What is your job, then? You seem pretty free to me,” he said.

“You’re one to talk. Are you still bitter about losing to me, Mr. Vice President?” you taunted, pointing to his student council badge. It was silver and read ‘student leader’, like all the other members’ badges, while yours was gold and read ‘president’.

“We all know I’m equal in rank to you. The President/Vice President distinction is just a formality,” he retorted, but you knew he had been disproportionately upset by the badge thing when you were both sworn in.

“A formality you gave up being football captain for, and still lost,” you teased. It was childish, but you stuck out your tongue at him anyway. He seemed to bring that out in you.

Student council Presidents were not allowed to hold a second leadership position, so he had turned down the captain role offered to him because he had expected to be appointed President. It was either him or you, that much had never been in question, but he’d gotten cocky. You remembered him being absolutely gutted about losing the presidency to you, not least because he hated the boy who ended up captain. You, however, didn’t really care about your position on your team as long as you got to play. You did, though, care about beating Choi Yeonjun.

“I’m still the best player on my team,” he countered, defensive and equally childish.

“So am I, genius.”

“I am a genius, aren’t I, Pres? That's why I came first in our latest Excellere ranking.”

You were just about to answer when the principal entered the office. It was almost time for assembly to start. As petty as you both were, you knew better than to fight in front of faculty. Yeonjun, having gotten the last laugh, glanced over at you and winked obnoxiously. You’d get a chance to get back at him later.

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Whenever Yeonjun winked or smirked or rolled his eyes at you, you were reminded of the infuriating fact that he was, undoubtedly, extremely good-looking. He was the golden boy, after all, and it was only fitting for that status to extend to his appearance too. Tall and fit, with gorgeous eyes and the stutter-inducing confidence of someone who knew they were attractive. Other students sometimes greeted you both as you walked around the school (neither of you were that popular in the traditional sense of the word, but you were well known to say the least) and he could often make them swoon with just a smile.

But he didn’t date. In fact, as far as you knew, he’d never dated at all, nor even spoke about it. He was too busy for love, something that no doubt caused heartbreak throughout the whole school.

You were the same: you had no shortage of suitors but no interest in frivolous relationships that would only distract you from your duties. Your immature rivalry with each other was just about the only non-important thing either of you allowed yourselves to partake in. You had places to be, battles to win, things to achieve.

That was a mantra you found yourself repeating in your head more and more these days. You were starting to wonder what was even the point of pushing yourself this hard. Maybe you were burnt out.

Yeonjun nudged you with a smirk when he noticed you nodding off. “Tired?”

“I’m fine,” you said, resolute, sitting up straighter and squaring your shoulders. As much as he got on your nerves, he was also the closest thing to a friend you had in Excellere. You sat together in nearly every class.

He snorted, amused. “Are you sure, Pres? Because class is over,” he said, pointing to the clock at the front of the classroom. Sure enough, the teacher and all of the other students were gone. It was just you and him.

You pushed him to hide your embarrassment. “Whatever. Move, I need to get to practice,” you said, grabbing your bag.

He pushed you back, hard enough to knock you back down into your seat so he could get up first. “Me too, sleepyhead. You’re not special,” he mocked, swinging his own bag victoriously over his shoulder with a triumphant smirk.

“I never said I was. Unlike you, I don’t have an inferiority complex,” you retorted, standing back up and rushing out of the classroom. You were not the type of person to fall asleep in class, and you sure as hell weren’t going to stick around to give him the chance to remind you of that.

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By the time practice ended, you could barely keep your eyes open. It was past 10pm now, and you sat at the bus stop in your basketball uniform, knees pressed to your chest. Your teammates had all gone home, but since you always missed physical training due to Excellere, you had to stay behind and complete your three kilometre run after practice.

“Hey.”

You cracked one eye open to see Yeonjun standing in front of you, hands on his hips, peering down at you curiously. You immediately sat up straight, blinking a couple of times as if that would erase your tiredness. “Why are you here?” you asked.

“It’s a public bus stop, and I’m a free man,” he said, pushing you aside so he could sit down next to you.

“Yeah, exactly. It’s a public bus stop, and there’s plenty of room elsewhere,” you scowled, pointing to the abundance of empty space on the bench aside from the spot right beside you. He winked in answer. “I mean why are you getting the bus? I thought your mom usually picks you up.”

He shrugged, balling up his navy blue football jersey and holding it out to you. “She’s busy tonight.” You stared at the jersey in confusion. He scoffed and shoved it into your arms. “Is your brain broken? Put it on.”

“No, gross. It smells like your sweat,” you said.

“Ungrateful bastard. I can see you shivering.”

You shoved it right back to him. “You wear it then, if it’s so cold.”

“Fine.” He yanked it back and put it on, even though you could tell he hadn’t yet cooled down from his practice. His chest was still rising and falling faster than usual, the veins on his arms were still sticking out, and there were still beads of sweat on his forehead plastering his hair to his skin. Idiot. “Do you always take the bus home alone? What about your teammates?” he asked, looking around. It was dark, and he’d never taken the bus at this time of the night.

“They finish before me. I have to make up my PT because of Excellere. Don’t you?” you asked. He nodded. It seemed like you both were always the first students to arrive at school and the last students to leave. You took your phone out to check the bus timings. “Which bus are you waiting for?” you asked. Yours was coming in a minute.

“I don’t know,” he said, stubbornly pretending like he wasn't overheating in his jersey.

“You don’t know? Have you never taken a bus before?” you mocked. “Well, I suppose that’s what happens when you’re chauffeured around everywhere.”

“Fuck off, Pres. Of course I have,” he countered, defensive. “I take 47 home sometimes.”

“47 doesn’t run this late. You’ll have to take mine and get off two stops after me,” you said, not really sure why you were helping him. He had Google Maps and thumbs, after all.

Right as you said that, that very bus arrived. You flagged it down and rushed on board, not bothering to check if he was following you. He was, and he again sat down next to you in the back of the empty bus with a satisfied grin.

You sighed and looked out the window as the bus started to move. “Can’t you sit somewhere else?”

“No, I cannot,” he said, pulling up the sleeves of his jersey instead of just taking it off like he clearly wanted to do.

“You’ll catch a cold if you keep wearing that and sweating in it,” you told him. The bus was freezing.

“That’s not how colds work,” he shot back, immediately pulling his sleeves back down. “For someone who bangs on constantly about how good they are at biology you’d think you’d know that colds are caused by pathogens.”

You took your headphones out of your bag and plugged them in. “Fine, then. Stew in your grubby discomfort.”

He said something else, but you pretended not to hear him, continuing to look out the window. The rest of the bus ride went by in silence, until:

“Hey,” he said again for the second time that night, knocking his knee against yours. You ignored him. He yanked your headphones out of your ears in retaliation.

“Ow!”

“What’s the matter with you today? Why were you falling asleep in class?” he asked, holding your headphones high above his head, out of your reach. During a momentary flash of self-awareness it occurred to you that you were both far too old to be acting like kindergarteners. You couldn’t imagine what the principal would think if she knew this was how her two star students behaved in private.

You narrowed your eyes at him, preparing to be made fun of, and stood up briefly to snatch them back. “Why do you care?”

“I want to know if you’re sick so I can avoid you,” he replied.

“No, I’m on a caffeine ban,” you answered, somewhat reluctantly. He raised a questioning eyebrow. “Our coach puts us on diets before competition season to make sure we don’t get sick. No caffeine, no sweet drinks, no fried food.”

He laughed, completely unsympathetic. “And you still lost last year?”

“We came in second at nationals,” you retorted, “while I seem to recall your team didn’t even make it to regionals.”

“At least we get to eat whatever we want,” he said, knowing it was a weak comeback even before he said it. Last year was a bad season for the football team; they lost to a school they should’ve easily been able to beat and didn’t even get the chance to compete regionally. You had teased him mercilessly for it ever since, just barely stopping short of bringing your national silver trophy to school and putting it on his desk. Or carrying it into a meeting with him and using it as a drinking cup.

You reached over and pushed the stop button on the handrail behind him. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the deafening sound of all of my medals clattering together. Move. It’s my stop.”

Annoyingly, he didn’t move, forcing you to climb over him to get out and off the bus. He flipped you off as the bus drove away, and you flipped him off right back.

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Two days before your basketball championship, you’d finally admitted to yourself that you were not doing well. All the practices, student council meetings, and weekly Excellere rankings were starting to get to you. Your school days were fifteen hours long, your nights and weekends lost to studying or catching up on the meetings you and Yeonjun missed while in class or at practice. Which was frustrating, because it wasn’t like you hadn't gotten through these things before. You didn't know what was wrong with you this time.

“What’s with all that stuff?” Minjeong asked, watching you force a towel and a bag of toiletries into your locker and slam the door closed before they fell out.

“Yeonjun and I are staying late today to go over the work you guys did this week, so I need to shower here after practice,” you said. “We’ve missed way too many meetings.”

“Yeah, because you’re both busy. His championships are tomorrow and yours are the day after. Can’t it wait?” Jimin said.

You shook your head. “No, you guys are already doing work that’s meant to be ours.” You paused for a second for comedic effect. “Besides, I hope he’s tired after tonight so he loses tomorrow.” They both laughed.

“As expected of the golden kids,” Minjeong said, giving you a hi-five. Yeah. As expected of the golden kids.

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It was 11pm, and you and Yeonjun were sitting beside each other in an empty classroom going over the minutes from the last three student council meetings. His hair was wet from his shower and he hadn’t bothered to get dressed fully, with too many buttons undone, an untucked shirt, and his tie nowhere in sight. You stopped taking notes.

“Can you please put your uniform on properly?” you asked.

He snatched your pen and notebook away from you to add in something you’d been fighting over for the last ten minutes. “Why do you have yours on like that, with everything all done up and tucked in? There’s literally no one else here.”

“You look unbecoming,” you said.

“I’m comfortable. You should try it. You can’t convince me you like wearing your tie and buttoning your shirt all the way up like that,” he said, pointing the pen at your collar. When he was done writing, he looked up at you in satisfaction and smirked, arrogant. “Or am I distracting you?”

You would never admit it, but he was right. On both counts. He was distracting you. “Is Soobin okay? He’s been doing a lot lately,” you asked, ignoring him, looking over your notes again. If there was anything that could get you and Yeonjun to stop bickering for even a second, it was talking about the other council members.

“I think he’s a little tired. Once we’re both done with our competitions we can start pulling our weight more,” he said, humming thoughtfully, as if you both weren’t already doing as much as you could. “But you’re right, the kids have been working hard. We’re not being the best leaders right now.”

“Yeah, we’re not,” you sighed, thinking about how you’d seen Jimin online past midnight a few days ago. You should be doing more.

Yeonjun kicked you in the shin under the table, ignoring your hiss of pain. “You know who’s not okay? You. You’re fucking out of it these days.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine,” you scowled. “You’re the only person who thinks that.”

He rolled his eyes at your pride. “Yeah, but that’s because I know you better than anyone.” You scoffed at that, but he continued, “Seriously, Pres, who else gets you like I do?”

“Who are you, Sigmund Freud? Stop psychoanalysing me,” you said, glancing over your notes one last time, checking to make sure you had covered every point in the meeting minutes.

“So you think I’m smart?”

“No, I think you want to fuck your mom.”

He relented after that, a type of mercy he didn’t afford you very often. You wondered, then, if you really were as not okay as he was claiming. How had he been the only one to pick up on it? No, you were fine. You were fine. There was nothing to pick up on.

The two of you worked in near-total silence for the next couple of hours. That was a pretty standard affair, once you’d both exhausted your barbs and witty comebacks and didn’t have anything else to say to each other anymore. What wasn’t normal, though, was that you weren’t even being bitchy to each other in the comments of your shared Google Doc as you wrote your emcee script. The thought of Choi Yeonjun, of all people, noticing- you were fine.

“We still need to finalise the event schedule for review by tonight,” he reminded you, breaking the silence. You’d completely forgotten about that, and you never forgot anything.

“I’ll do it. You have your match tomorrow,” you volunteered.

“How charitable of you, Pres,” he said, giving you snark instead of gratitude. You didn’t have it in you to retort, although if the kids were around you probably would have. He raised an eyebrow. “What, no comeback?”

Checking your watch, you mumbled, “It’s past 1am. Let’s just finish this script and go home.”

He looked closely at you. You were being weird, he was sure of it now. He could see the resignation in your eyes, the only sign you’d shown in the four years he’d known you that maybe you weren’t quite as untouchable as you appeared.

“Hey, seriously, what’s wrong with you? I can’t have you breaking now and leaving all the work to me,” he asked, sounding sincerely worried about you for the first time in his life. He had never thought of you as someone who needed to be worried about.

“I’m fine,” you insisted through gritted teeth, “I just-”

You glanced up at him, which was a mistake. The moment you saw concern (of all emotions) on his face, you cracked. You hadn’t cried in front of another person since you were eight years old and broke your leg in a car accident, but now there were tears in your eyes threatening to spill over. Immediately you blinked them away, hoping he would just let it go. Unfortunately for you, however, he had other plans. He laughed and put his arm around your shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“Comforting you, dumbass.”

You shrugged his arm off of you, clearing your throat in a futile attempt to ease the knot you felt forming at the base of your neck. “I don’t feel comforted.”

He scowled, leaned back in his seat, and crossed his arms. “Well, then, talk to me.” His tone was so solemn and authoritative that it made you comply immediately.

“People keep asking me for things and expecting me to be able to do everything and saying that I’m capable of anything but I’m a fraud. I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m so tired and I just want it to stop.” At some point during your outburst you’d started to cry, though you weren’t sure when, because his arm was back around your shoulder and he was palming away the tears on your face with his free hand. He hooked one foot around the leg of your chair and pulled it closer to him.

“You’re not a fraud,” he said under his breath, his eyes staring straight into yours and his hand warm against your cheek. You didn’t know why he was being so kind to you, and, more confusingly, you didn’t know if you wanted him to be. Which was mortifying.

Through the sheer power of your embarrassment, you willed yourself to stop crying. “I’m fine. You can let go of me now,” you told him, looking away.

“Right.” He seemed to snap back to normalcy at the same time as you, moving back and dropping his hands. You both got back to work like a switch had been flipped, aggressively avoiding each other’s gazes.

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It was nearly 2am by the time the script was finished.

“You shouldn’t stay up to do the event schedule. We’ll just tell the school we need more time,” Yeonjun told you as you both started packing up. His words, for once, were void of arrogance or mockery. It made you anxious in a way that was entirely foreign to you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you grumbled, turning away. You hated having to ask for more time, to not deliver something you were meant to deliver.

He grinned. “You mean like this?”

Before you’d had the chance to insult him or tell him to knock it off, he took you by the shoulders and stared right at you, his face just inches from yours.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you asked, but your nervousness slipped through in your voice. He smirked, having heard it too.

“Don’t let this go to your head, Pres,” he began, “but I really want to kiss you.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore your quickening heartbeat. “Yeah, whatever. You think I’m hideous. We’re gonna miss the last bus-”

His lips were on yours without your brain having even had the time to process what he’d said. One of his hands shifted down to your waist while the other moved to your jaw, tilting your chin up slightly. Your own hands instinctively came to rest on his chest, and you found yourself kissing him back without thinking. You could feel his heart hammering through his shirt. He was the first to pull away.

Frozen, you could do nothing but stare at him, with your eyes wide and lips still slightly parted. “What-”

“I had to do it. At least once,” Yeonjun whispered, not moving at all either. He was searching your expression for signs of something, you didn’t know what, but when he didn’t find it he let you go. Neither of you said a single word to each other during the entire hour-long bus ride home.

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What a dickhead. How could Yeonjun go from kissing you to ‘idk about pres’ that seamlessly? He had been so kind, so sweet to you that day. You purged that thought from your head as quickly as it had come.

“There’s our president!” Beomgyu cheered as he let you into the meeting room, and the others broke into applause.

“Congrats on winning your finals yesterday!” Jimin added, still clapping.

You closed the door behind you. “Thank you! Sorry for being late,” you said. “I promise I will not miss a single meeting now that my comps are over.”

When Yeojun eventually showed up, he barely looked at you. You didn’t really know why that upset you as much as it did, or what you had been expecting. Once you all started working, however, you quickly fell back into a familiar rhythm along with the other council members.

“Where’s the chit from the popcorn machine vendor?” you asked Beomgyu, sifting through the stack of papers on the desk.

Beomgyu looked up from the printer that he and Jimin were trying (and failing) to get to work right. It was currently spitting out black and white pages that looked like they had been printed in Hell on a Tamagotchi by Satan himself. “What chit?”

“The nacho store we were going to get cancelled on us last weekend, so I asked Yeonjun to get a popcorn guy instead,” you explained. Fucking Yeonjun. You turned to him. “Did you forget to call him back? It’s been four days.”

He thought for a bit then shrugged, relishing your annoyance. “I guess so. Whoops.”

“Call him now, before he backs out,” you instructed, turning your attention back to the papers.

“Haven’t you ever heard of saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’?”

You didn’t even bother to look up. “Haven’t you ever heard of doing your fucking job?”

He threw the pen he was holding on the floor in response. The other council members exchanged furtive glances.

“Come on, guys. Not in front of the kids,” Soobin sighed, ever the mediator, picking up the pen. You wanted to tell him he didn’t need to clean up after a child, but that would just make things worse. You continued working.

“What’s going on with you two? You’re even worse than usual,” Minjeong said.

At that, you and Yeonjun locked eyes from across the room. He scoffed and looked away immediately. You watched him closely, but you couldn’t read him at all. You were quickly realising that, despite being mirrors of each other and spending almost all of your time together, you barely knew him.

“It seems our Pres is touchy today,” he teased. “They’re a little stressed out.”

You pinned the papers you were holding together with a paperclip and filed them away. “Watch it, Yeonjun,” you warned.

He ignored your glaring at him, your eyes telling him to stop, continuing, “Despite all appearances, they’re not as golden as they so desperately want everyone to think. They even had a little breakdown before their competition.”

Before anyone else could react, you passed the file in your hands over to Beomgyu (what you were doing was technically his job, anyway) and left. The room fell deathly silent.

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Strangely, Yeonjun followed you into the corridor, feeling a weird compulsion to do so. His feet moved under him without him realising. Running after you and shouting your name, he easily caught up with you in just a few long strides. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, forcing you to turn around.

“Let me go.” You shook his hand off of you, unable to stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. This was humiliating.

He laughed lightly, unfazed. “What’s your fucking deal? We’ve said way worse things to each other before,” he said. He had a point. And you did have some sort of tacit agreement with him that nothing was off-limits. Maybe you’d been too naive in thinking that that night was different. That it had meant something.

“Fuck off! I need to go fix your fucking mistake,” you shouted, turning back around. Your voice was trembling.

“Pres, relax,” he teased, taking you by the shoulders and spinning you around before you’d even had the chance to take a single step away from him. He leant down to emphasise the height difference between you two, something he did often that infuriated you to no end, pleased by how easily he could rile you up. “Don’t you know throwing tantrums is counter-productive?”

“I hate you, Choi Yeonjun,” you said coldly, biting the inside of your cheek to try and stop your tears. When all he did was laugh, you pushed him away. Against your wishes, a sob broke its way through your pressed lips and you lost it. You balled your hands up into fists and pounded on his chest repeatedly to get him to let go of you; it was like hitting a brick wall and you both knew it. “I hate you! IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou.”

He stopped. “Are you crying?” You crying once the other day was out-of-character enough, let alone twice in such a short span of time. He was pretty sure he’d never even seen you show the smallest sliver of vulnerability before this week.

“Yes, I’m fucking crying, asshole. I’m glad your snail of a brain finally caught up.” You hit his chest again, so weak you barely disturbed a single fibre on his school blazer.

Any sympathies he might have been forming for you earlier dissipated in an instant. He easily grabbed both of your wrists with one hand to stop you, glowering at you, his jaw clenched. “You should’ve known I would tell the kids. Everything between us is fair game, isn’t it, Pres? Why did you even tell me any of that if you wanted it to be a secret?” he snapped.

All the vitriol in your voice evaporated. When you next spoke, you sounded like a child, scared and upset and betrayed. He had never heard you sound anything like that; it was jarring to the both of you. “Because I thought you would understand.”

There it was. The revelation. Perhaps that was what your entire years-long rivalry with this dick of a man boiled down to: a secret hope that he was struggling as much as you, and a frustration that it didn’t seem like he was. You hadn’t even understood that was what it was until you said it.

He sobered in an instant, his eyes softening in the realisation that he’d gone too far. “Pres,” he said quietly, like he was calling a wounded animal. The guilt in his voice was probably as close to an outright admission of wrongdoing as he would ever get with you. “I didn’t know you were-”

“Whatever, dickwad,” you mumbled, deflated, pulling your hands out of his grasp. “I have to call the vendor before he pulls out of this deal. We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Pres, I didn’t know,” he repeated, more urgently this time, still not an apology, following you as you walked away from him.

You stopped in your tracks and turned back around, your voice now calm and measured, holding up a hand to stop him from continuing. “I will be civil to you for the next week so we can see this event through, but I’m done with-” you gestured vaguely between the both of you. “I’m done with whatever this is. Bye, Yeonjun.”

This time, he didn’t chase after you.

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Why was Yeonjun bringing up the day you both stayed until 2am? The day he kissed you? He made it sound like an average day, as if it had meant nothing to him, but something had clearly changed between you two since then.

He was walking on eggshells around you, trying to crack jokes, and engage you in conversations where he didn’t pick on you. You hated it. It made you feel weak. But you were the only one to pick up on it, which was the upside to every single student council member being up to their eyeballs in stress. None of them really noticed his strange behaviour. Or yours.

The festival kicked off smoothly — so smoothly, in fact, that it took Yeonjun and the rest of the council a whole half hour to realise you were missing. After you and Yeonjun finished your joint emcee duties, they hadn’t needed to call you or report to you for anything.

“Hey, have you seen the pres?” Jimin asked, Minjeong following closely behind her. “We’ve been looking for them everywhere.”

“Nope,” Beomgyu said.

Soobin shook his head. “Me neither.”

Everyone turned to Yeonjun in unison. “I’ll go look for them,” he said, already leaning over to grab his jacket hanging off the back of the chair next to him.

“You can’t leave us too! You’re our second-in-command,” Minjeong pointed out.

“Yeah, whatever. You’re in charge now,” he declared absent-mindedly, not really listening to her, one foot already out the door.

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Yeonjun sprinted straight to the bus stop, ignoring the stares of the other students as he ran right through the festival booths. He got there just in time to see your bus pulling away, letting out a long string of curses that made the elderly man sitting on the bench glare at him. He was usually careful about his behaviour in public, especially when he was in uniform like he was then, but he didn’t care anymore.

Your taunts last week were partly true; he didn’t really know how to take buses, and he really was sort of driven everywhere by his parents. So it took him far longer than it should have to figure out how else to get to your house (he stood there staring at the bus chart for long enough that three different people offered to help him). Even the aforementioned elderly man took pity on him, but not before tsking disapprovingly at his student leader badge and calling him foul-mouthed.

He ran ten minutes from the bus stop he ended up alighting at to your house and reached your front porch without even knowing why he was there at all, but he pounded on your door anyway. You came to the window, peeked out from behind the curtain, and left.

“I can see you, Pres. Open the door,” he called out, out of breath. When you complied, he didn’t even give you the chance to speak. “Why are you here?”

You looked him up and down, deciding to be annoying. You usually did when it came to him. “This is my house. Why are you here?”

“You know what I meant, dipshit.” How charming.

You let him in and poured him a glass of ice water. It was weird seeing Yeonjun sitting in your living room, like a forced merger of two spheres of your life that you kept separate as much as you could. His school blazer was hanging off the end of the sofa.

“It’s hot,” he said defensively when he saw you looking at it. It wasn’t; he was just sweating from running from the bus stop to your house. He took the glass from you and set it down on the coffee table without using the coaster you’d so nicely placed right in front of him, making you see red. “Four ice cubes? Are you telling me to die?”

“As if you have a superstitious bone in your body, Choi Yeonjun. Is this how you act as a guest in other people’s houses too?” you asked, sitting down beside him.

He loosened his tie and popped the first two buttons of his dress shirt open. “No, just yours.”

“Sure, please make yourself at home,” you said sarcastically. “What do you want?”

“I came to apologise. You disappeared and we all freaked out. God, I can’t believe I’m worried about you-”

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Are you sure you know what an apology is?”

“Shut up. I mean-” he groaned in frustration and ran his hands through his hair, something he often did when he got annoyed. “You’re being so difficult!”

“Says the guy complaining about the number of ice cubes I put in his water!”

“For fuck’s sake,” he sighed, putting his head in his hands. “Hang on. Let me start over.”

The living room was completely silent apart from the sound of his heavy breathing. You were about to say something about it — a star athlete being so winded from a short run was pretty entertaining to you — but you decided not to. Your phone dinged. It was Beomgyu telling you the popcorn vendor had shown up late, drunk, and thrown up in the popcorn machine, followed by three increasingly ridiculous reaction images from Megamind. Maybe you shouldn’t have hired a popcorn vendor after all.

“What’s so funny?”

You flashed him your phone screen. “Beomgyu sent me something.”

Yeonjun didn’t even look at it, despite being the one who’d asked in the first place. “I like you,” he declared.

“Are you having a heat stroke?” you asked, disinterested, typing out a quick reply.

He knocked your phone out of your hand in a huff. “Stop fucking texting Beomgyu.”

Your phone clattered to the floor. “Hey!”

“You are such an irritating person.” He dramatically (as always) got up from the sofa to kneel on the floor in front of you, looking up at you with an indecipherable emotion in his eyes. “I like you, Pres. I have for a while now, but I only realised it the other night. I got scared and I lashed out, but that doesn’t make what I said okay. I betrayed your trust and I’m sorry.”

Your head started spinning, and your heart leapt up into your throat. I like you. Your jaw would’ve dropped open had it not been for every muscle in your body going rigid at once. He casually sat back down next to you, picked up his glass, and took a sip. As if he hadn’t just delivered you the single biggest shock of your life. You could barely get his name out of your mouth.

“Yeonjun, I-”

“Look, you don’t have to say anything. I just needed to tell you because it was driving me crazy. You drive me crazy, actually-”

You grabbed his tie, pulled him towards you, and kissed him. If he was surprised by your boldness he didn’t show it, his hands easily finding their way to your waist as he kissed you back. His lips were cold from the ice water.

“Thank you for the apology. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

He broke the kiss, laughing breathily. “I can’t think straight when you’re kissing me. I didn’t hear anything you said.”

You flicked him lightly on the forehead, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “I said thank you for apologising. I appreciate it. But I’m still mad at you.”

“I know,” he said. Right at that moment, both of your phones went off at the same time. “We should get back to school.”

He stood up, casually took your hand, and started walking. You didn’t pull away.

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Although you did it often, being in school this late at night with no one else around never quite stopped feeling other-worldly. Your body was tired, but your mind was still awake and buzzing and alive.

“I’m sorry I made you miss the festival,” you said as you finished making your rounds through the school to check each room one last time, switch off the mains, and lock the doors.

“You didn’t make me do anything.” Yeonjun took your hand in his again and gave it a comforting squeeze, before adding, “Don’t be so full of yourself.”

The words were familiar, but his tone and the warmth in your cheeks were not. Choi Yeonjun of all people was making you act shy and blushy. Revolting.

“The golden boy of the school just confessed to me a few hours ago. How could I not be full of myself?” You stopped walking and turned to face him. “I like you,” you mocked, an over-dramatic caricature of his voice.

Yeonjun groaned and hid his face in his hands. “God, I can’t believe I actually said that. Like a character in a Netflix original.” You laughed, wondering if you’d ever laughed with him, not at him, before.

He’d called his mom earlier and told her not to pick him up — he wanted to take the bus with you, even though it would take him twice as long to get home. Leaving the school, you both turned to look back down the empty corridor.

“I guess this is the end of our late nights,” he mused. Your competitions were both over and there were no more events to organise for the year. All that remained were your final exams.

“Until our Valentine’s Day celebrations,” you reminded him. “Jimin wants to start planning that next week.”

He retorted immediately, “I don’t.” As the lights of the corridor started to turn themselves off (they were on automatic timers, which you found very annoying), he leant down, cupped your face gingerly in his hands, and kissed you twice.

“I want to do this.”

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Crack-fic 2 Electric Boogaloo

Ok wow, that last fic got some attention. Even the original creator of the AU I was writing about liked it. Wtf. So, um, here's another one! Based on @lets-try-some-writing 's Mr. Pax Au. Yes, I'm bothering you again.

Basically: Prom is coming up and the kids want Optimus to be there. He's flattered. Then cons show up. Destruction.

It was odd to have your favorite teacher also be an alien robot. At least Miko made money because of it. Jack and Raf are still mad that she, of all people, called it. There were many advantages though. Easy access to tutoring. Free rides. A shoulder to cry on.

The three of them even helped Optimus with his human disguise! If only to help with the Uncanny Valley he would give them sometimes. His hair was messier now, and he finally got something close to a wardrobe. However, there were some things they couldn't control. Like the way his eyes would get this subtle glow when he got angry or was concentrating. The way his holoform would appear to stop breathing for an extended period of time. Or when we would sing, it was hard to describe, but an almost invisible sound could be heard. Like a bell in the back of your mind. The three of them would soon learn that it was because Optimus, and the other bots in general, could produce sounds just outside of what the human ear could hear clearly.

As the months went by, Mr. Pax would be the best teacher any of them had ever had. Then he would drive them to base and be Optimus. The best dad on this, or any other, planet. It was the best of both worlds!

Sure they had to deal with the Vice-Principal. Trying to get Mr. Pax fired for being a better History teacher in one year than he had been in 15. Vince who, no matter how much Mr. Pax intervened, always went out of his way to make someone miserable. Whether it was Jack or some other poor soul. On top of getting shot at, blown up, stalked, and kidnapped by Decepticons. A break is always welcomed.

Which is how we got here. Miko borrowing Raf's laptop to look at some very sparkly dresses at the base while the boys went to grab some food. Very out of character for the little punk and Optimus noticed immediately. It didn't take more than a few minutes for Optimus to go into the back and for Mr. Pax to emerge out of the dark hallways.

Mr. Pax walked up the stairs and towards the couch where Miko was. She looked very puzzled as she scrolled through the array of dresses on the screen. "You hardly ever even consider that type of fashion Miko. Is everything alright?" Mr. Pax questioned. Miko's head shot up. Clearly not expecting him. "Oh, hey boss. Yeah, everything's fine. Just looking at Prom dresses. My parents are insisting I go." She rolled her eyes and went back to scrolling. "I heard some of the other teachers talking about that. What is 'Prom'?" Mr. Pax inquired.

"Basically is an over-hyped party for seniors to dress up and take pictures with their dates," Miko explained. Mr. Pax hummed. "I hope you have fun regardless." He smiled. Miko gave a laugh and waved him away. Instead of leaving, Mr. Pax took a seat next to her on the couch. "How about we look together? Maybe we can find something you like. Or at the very least something you can edit to fit your style." How could Miko refuse? It wasn't every day she got 1-on-1 time with Best Dad!

Hours passed with them just...looking at dresses. Short ones, long ones, ugly ones, expensive ones. Till, finally, they found it. A knee-length, off-shoulder, black cocktail dress. With a silver detail on the waist. It was a decent price, and Miko could already see every edit that could be done to make it hers. SHe gave Mr. Pax a tight hug before writing down the link to go back to later. Once she got home and back to her own computer that is.

Mr. Pax repeated the process with Jack and, suprisingly, Raf. He thought nothing of it. He was helping his kids students pick out some decent clothes for an importent event. It was the least he could do. Esspecailly with the war dragging them into places and senarios they had no buisness being in.

Before they knew it, Prom was right around the cornor. Mr. Pax was in his classroom grading some papers for the math teacher. When a knock at his door brought him out of his trance. It was Ms. Summer. The science teacher. He opened the door.

"Hello Ms. Summer, can I help you?"

"Yes. You see Mr. Pax, I have a date next weekend." "That's great!" "It is... except I suck at scheduling and our date is at the same time as Prom. I was wondering if you could chaperone in my place?"

Mr. Pax was taken aback. He was not expecting this. "Um... sure. Why not? I don't have a lot going on anyway." He chuckled. Ms. Summer gave him a big smile. "Oh thank you, Mr. Pax! You have no idea how much this helps!" Ms. Summer exclaimed.

Back at base later that day, the children were all talking about their prom plans. "I have some money for bowling if you guys are interested." Jack offered. "Bowling sounds nice," Raf replied. Optimus glances over at the children, trying to hide a smile. He failed. "Hey Boss, you're gonna be there. Right?" Miko suddenly asks. Optimus, now very confused, turns to her. "You...want me at Prom with you all?" The three of them looked at him like he was stupid. In that moment, he was. "Of course, we want you there! You're our favorite!" Raf's words sent warmth through Optimus's spark. He smiled "Then you will be happy to know that Ms. Summer has asked me to chaperone Prom in her wake." Immediately the children started hopping and cheering. "Just because Prom is coming up doesn't mean you all get to skip out on Homework. Miko." She gave him a look of fake offence, before laughing and returning to celebrating with Jack and Raf. Optimus gave a small chuckle and went back to his duties.

Before they knew it, Prom was here. Mr. Pax stood near the door to the building. Glad in a, rather beautiful , black suit. Red flower details covered the suit jacket from top to bottom. Even the tie had red flowers on it! Making it look a lot more expensive then it was. Being a hologram and all.

Prom went, surprisingly, well. The children had fun. Their classmates had enthusiastic reactions to Mr. Pax being there. Except Vince. For obvious reasons. Miko had taken the dress and added spikes, pink and green mesh, and had taken a knife to the skirt. While Jack and Raf were in a blue and yellow suit, respectively.

That was, until Prom got raided by US soldiers. They evacuated everyone from the building. As Mr. Pax was dragged outside by a soldier, he saw what caused the commotion. Even from a distance he could tell they were Deceptions. Three of them. Flying straight toward him. Threatening his students.

He tried to calm down. He really did. He helped get his students to safety. He got as many personal items as he could carry. Nearly punched a soldier. Nearly. He held himself back don’t worry. Blasts of Energon rained down on the building. Chunks fell off. Rubble caught fire. A couple light fixtures exploded.

As the last of his students was taken away by soldiers. Optimus finally let himself take out his anger. Returning to his bi-pedal form, he fired three shots. Each one took out a wing on each con. As the Cons fell from the sky Optimus grabbed them. With the strength of a thousand suns he, as Miko would describe, cracked them like glow sticks. Then threw each one toward the horizon.

When the cons returned they looked like they had been through Kaon. Shaking and rattling like newsparks. As they relaid the story Megatron could feel his spark freeze. Optimus did this? When did he get so violent? Even Soundwave shivered at the story.

Back at the Autobot base, Optimus held Raf, Jack, and Miko close to his spark. Literally. He refused to set them down for longer then necessary. They were still in their, now destroyed, prom clothes. Shaking and crying. Though you didn’t hear that from me. Eventually the day caught up to the and they fell asleep, still in Optimus’s hand. Going into his room, he layed there. His kids sleeping on his chest, close to his spark.

#transformers prime #transformers #my fic #crack fic #jack darby #miko nakadai #rafael esquivel #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime #prom #fanfic

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sweetcloverheart · 3 months

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You know, thinking about it some more, by "Derision"'s own premise - Marinette should have absolutely hated (or at least distrusted) Adrien day one regardless of the Umbrella apology, because him being friends with Chloe would have been the major issue/deal breaker. The moment she hears he's Chloe's childhood friend, she would have been doing utmost to avoid him at every turn despite him being so nice to her (After all, Kim was nice to her too, and look what happened there) because all the apparent deepseated trauma Chloe's prank left her.

Also, by extension, the class would have distrusted him too (and Kim maybe)? This is a dude that's apparently besties with the girl who's been harassing them for years and made their beloved favorite classmate go through a super traumatizing event the year before. A good majority of Adrien's first few months at Francois Dupount should have been the miraclass all avoiding him and playing interference whenever he tried to interact with Marinette, with the only minor exceptions being Nino (Who is the goodest of boys and also wasn't in the same class as Mari and Co when it happened but really should know regardless considering Chloe videotaped it and put it online?), Alya (Who just transferred in and likely wouldn't know what's happening either), and Chloe+Sabrina (The former of whom is more than happy that the losers are keeping away from her precious Adrichou! More of him for her then!). (And maybe also Kim? He probably sees it as Adrien going through what he did after the prank and deciding to buddy up/help him out since "nobody here knows how to take a joke")

Meanwhile, Adrien would feel so confused and isolated because his class all just hates him for some reason and he has no clue what he might of did to make them all mad at him? And it just makes school feel like home except 100 times worst because at least he (thinks he) knows why his dad often ignores and avoids him. And speaking of, he can't go to him about the problem because he'll just use the class's actions as an excuse to lock him back up in the manor for homeschool because it just "proves" he was completely right about Adrien not being safe at public school, and Chloe's no good either because her "help" (i.e Calling daddy or the principal to take away a class privilege or get a trip/activity cancelled those mean losers made her precious Adrien sad - so fix it or else!) ends up just worsening the divide, so he's basically on his own except for Plagg (who sadly can't really intervene in a way that would actually solve the issue). It also ends up funneling into making his crush on Ladybug 220% more codependent because it's literally one of the very few relationships he has where he isn't being treated like a leaper, idol, or a nuisance...except it turns out she also hates Adrien - but that's fine, because Chat Noir hates Adrien too! Dude's just the worst, don't you think my lady? So everything fine because they can hate Adrien together and bond through that (self hatred and poor coping mechanisms go brrr~)!

Basically the first 2 and a half seasons should have played out like an "Enemies!AU" where Marinette and most of the Miraclass is convinced Adrien is Chloe's new vice chief bully and act accordingly as Adrien desperately tries (and fails) to make friends and figure out why everyone dislikes him so much, while the Ladynoir side has the two bonding over how much they hate that lame blonde modeling twink from the magazines.

...Ah crap, now I want to make an AU.

#Clover Rants Miraculously #ML Salt

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bastet-c-haddock · 8 months

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San Angel High School Exchange Group!

For the Lunaverse AU

I'm still figuring out how can I adapt the stories to a modern setting, since Maya and the Three and The Book of Life happen on two (mexican inspired) different ages: The Prehispanic Era (or something similar since we see dead Conquistador's on Mictlan's army) and the Post-Revolutionary Era (1920 - 1930). So here are some of my ideas:

San Angel would be in Puebla, which is a state close to the capital of Mexico. Even though the original San Angel is structured to be close to what Mexico City looked like once, Teca is a much more faithful portrait of such thing.

Given this info, they'll be atending San Angel High School as seniors. The three of them are 18 years old, so this year at Arcadia will be their last year before going to college.

Their story together doesn't change much. They're childhood friends, Maria then is sent to study aboard and they reunite at High School, where fantastical shenaenigans ensue, as well as some teenage romance drama.

By "Fantastical Shenaenigans" I mean: Chacal and the Bandits are a gang feared in San Angel because it is said they have (or had) a deal with the Divine Death (Santa Muerte) dus, giving them habilities and strength beyond any other gang. The School becomes the battleground for the final fight, instead of the church, and because of San Angel's victory, Xibalba and La Muerte allowed the spirits of everyone's loved ones to walk around town in the Day of the Dead. Obviously, this whole ordeal got documented on the news, reaching Uhl and, eventually, Strickler.

The truth about Chacal's gang is pretty much like the movie portrays it: Chacal once had a deal with Xibalba, who gave him the Medal of Everlasting Life. Chacal abused this power until he faced Captain Mondragon of the San Angel Revolutionary Front (Mexico's police rarely fights against Gangs) when he lost the Medal but took down most of the Front, only leaving some cowards and General Posada, the leader of the Front, alive. Of couse, the power of Chacal's army was too much to deny, so it instilled fear in the town, that's why nobody offered themselves to the Front.

Joaquin was taken under the wing of the Nuns of San Angel until General Posada adopts him. (Mind you, the nuns here in Mexico are known not only for their Eggnog, but depending on the region, they make cookies and other sweet treats, so I'm a 100% sure Joaquin knows how to cook and he's a traditional pastry chef in his free time. FIGHT ME! JIM AND HIM WOULD BE COOKING WHILE THE BOYS REHEARSE AND THE GIRLS SPARR!)

La Muerte and Xibalba are the principal and vice-principal of San Angel High School, and due to the magical situation the kids have experienced, they made a deal with Strickler at Arcadia Oaks for them both, as well as Teca Institute, to have a year long exchange each year. The purpose of this exchange is so the teens have more people to relate to when they speak of supernatural phemomenons, and given these three schools went through the ringer, sealing the deal was fairly easy.

So...what do you think?

FOR MORE LUNAVERSE, CHECK:

What started it all...

Excheangable Roles depending on the song.

Teca Institute's Exchange Group

Mystical Principals

How the story goes...

#fanart #art #digital #dreamworks #netflix #tales of arcadia #fandoms: the book of life #book of life #the book of life #joaquin mondragon #manolo sanchez #maria posada #LunaverseAU

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giurochedadomani · 6 months

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Again with the family au shenanigans:

It's kind of hilarious to me, the thought of Vice Principal!Garp knowing both Shanks and Mihawk since they were themselves students. For some reason he fully expected a full competitive rivalry by proxy when Luffy started going to Zoro's class and prepared himself for that. He should have known better, because of course Zoro and Luffy had to instantly become friends. Either way, they still become Garp's biggest headache in true succession fashion of their respective parents.

And also, because I'd find it hilarious, picture Garp going to [this well known half hidden place for love birds on school grounds] during some school party and not finding a couple of teens, but Shanks --red as his hair, dishevelled and a bit out of breath-- and Mihawk --marginally more put together-- in all their grown up glory and being very shameless about being caught ('Oh, vice principal, I'd still do precisely what I want') and oh no, he can deal with only one of the duos in school grounds at the same time. If he has to deal with Zoro and Luffy AND Mihawk and Shanks he's-- not presenting his resignation because who does he want to fool, he loves his job and those four keep it interesting

#Mishanks #Zolu #dracule mihawk #akagami no shanks #One piece #One piece live action #Opla

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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My Man, My Man, My Man

A Ballerina's Tale Instagram AU

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yournameonpointe: my man, my man, my man 😍😍😍

jackharlow: who, me? 🙈

kehlani: I guess he's okay if you into curly haired white boys and all that

jackharlow: kehlani AHT AHT cut the shit

kehlani: jackharlow no you stole bestie away from me the other day so we not talking right now

urbanwyatt: sounds about right, he's famous for doing that and so is yournameonpointe

yournameonpointe: urbanwyatt not you choosing violence too

urbanwyatt: yournameonpointe did I lie? jackharlow sees you and no one else matters and vice vera. yall act like no one else is in the room.

jackharlow: kehlani you literally had her all day

kehlani: jackharlow your point?

yournameonpointe: urbanwyatt and I'd do it again too

jackharlow: urbanwyatt uh I'm confused? Last time I checked that is my wife???

yournameonpointe: I be saying 'my husband' to death and I know people be sick of me but idc. MY HUSBAND 🥰

jackharlow: kehlani 🙄

blancathebaddie: yall should have seen yournameonpointe on facetime with me and jessmichelle when they first got married. that damn ring he put on her finger almost blinded me

jessmichelle: blancathebaddie and she kept putting it closer into the camera lmaooooo like Y/N, WE SEE IT LMAO

yournameonpointe: blancathebaddie jessmichelle I had to let yall know

jessmichelle: yournameonpointe we did know, we were the witnesses or did you forget? lmaoooo

yournameonpointe: jessmichelle oh, right

blancathebaddie: jessmichelle girl you know she was only looking at jackharlow and no one else

yournameonpointe: can yall blame me when my husband looks like this?!?!?

jackharlow: yournameonpointe 🙈🙈🙈

druski2funny: yournameonpointe I mean I guess he's suitable for you

jackharlow: druski2funny YOU GUESS?

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jackharlow: my entire universe in one picture 😍

sza: I see yall put that outfit I bought to good use!

jackharlow: sza you literally bought enough things to last her until she's 21. the only thing you didn't pay attention to is that SHE IS GOING TO GROW

sza: jackharlow look if it was cute, I put it in the cart

jackharlow: sza you have a shopping problem just like my wife

yournameonpointe: jackharlow square up right now

urbanwyatt: lmaooooooo

claybornharlow: jackharlow you better take that back lol

jackharlow: claybornharlow no I said what I said

yournameonpointe: jackharlow okay come get this smoke and urbanwyatt you too for laughing

urbanwyatt: yournameonpointe I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING

yournameonpointe: urbanwyatt you laughed and that was enough

jackharlow: yournameonpointe and it's only gotten worse since Baby L was born and let's go then

blancathebaddie: jackharlow your wife will mop the floor with you

jessmichelle: blancathebaddie she could probably pick him up at this point lol

yournameonpointe: jackharlow come here so I can test out this theory

jackharlow: yournameonpointe for my ass to go flying to the floor? I think not. try again.

yournamesource: Baby L is too adorable and has an amazing set of parents 💖

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yournameonpointe: Back at it 💖

jackharlow: my little prima ballerina 😍😍😍😍

kehlani: all of your ballet shoots are absolutely FIRE

yournameonpointe: jackharlow I love you my baby 🥰

yournameonpointe: kehlani thank you boo!

yournamesource: THE FIRST BLACK PRINCIPAL DANCER OF THE AMERICAN BALLET THEATER HAS RETURNED. WE READY MAMAS!

2forwoyne: yournameonpointe come get your husband please

yournameonpointe: 2forwoyne what did he do now?!

neelamthadhani: yournameonpointe watching your dance videos because he misses you

yournameonpointe: neelamthadhani awww jackharlow you miss me stink?

jackharlow: not yall putting me on blast and yournameonpointe of course I do

blancathebaddie: such a damn simp

jackharlow: blancathebaddie AND?!? WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?!

yournameonpointe: jackharlow there is no problem. love you bad and I will never get tired of saying it jackharlow: yournameonpointe love you right back

jessmichelle: yournameonpointe jackharlow do yall have to be so disgustingly cute under every single post?

jackharlow: jessmichelle yes

yournameonpointe: jessmichelle yes

jackharlow: jessmichelle after she gave me a second chance, ain't no way in hell I'm messing that up

blancathebaddie: jackharlow good because Panchito will be set loose if you step a toe out of line

yournameonpointe: BLANCA!

blancathebaddie: yournameonpointe I did nothing wrong 😐

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jackharlow: proud wife moment when she tells you to stand next to a picture of yourself so she can take a pic 😭

blancathebaddie: LMAOOOO SHE IS SO DAMN EXTRA 😭😭

jackharlowsource: we love a supportive wife and husband 🥰

jessmichelle: this doesn't surprise me AT ALL lmaoooo

yournameonpointe: look idc, that's my boo

lilnasx: yournameonpointe WE KNOW

yournameonpointe: jackharlow and stop looking so good all the time. I just had one baby, but..... if we were to have another one......

sza: yournameonpointe if you don't take your horny ass on somewhere lmaoooo

jackharlow: yournameonpointe don't tempt me

yournameonpointe: sza yall see what my husband looks like, I stay ready to jump him lmaoooooo jackharlow I'M READY

blancathebaddie: and no lies were told lmaooo

urbanwyatt: so the two of them are walking behind us and being all lovey dovey as usual with baby L.O. and the next thing I hear is yournameonpointe yelling all because she saw the New Balance picture lmaooooo

neelamthadhani: urbanwyatt I thought something was wrong because she was so loud but nope just a picture of her husband who also happened to be standing next to her lmaoooo

quiiso: and L.O. was then given to me to hold so that she could take the picture lol

yournameonpointe: imma say this forever, that's my baby and I am always going to let him know how proud I am of him

jackharlow: yournameonpointe 🙈🙈

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shih-coulda-had-it · 2 years

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vice principal all for one au, ft. immortal nedzu, contract-type quirks with legal loopholes afo had not known he could get entangled in, and (of course) afohiko

tl;dr premise: Prior to Nana’s husband’s death, Nedzu manages to trap AfO in a Quirk-binding contract to be U.A.’s vice-principal as a ‘guiding hand to the future of society.’ However, the VP’s responsibilities are subject to Nedzu’s discretion, and Nedzu comes down HARD, effectively rendering AfO as nominally unpaid (he gets free room and board) window dressing.

A few years on, Nedzu hires Gran Torino with the ulterior motive of honey-trapping AfO into revealing the Break Out Scheme (Gran Torino has zero idea this is supposed to happen).

further details:

Nedzu knew Shinomori (4th) when he escaped from the laboratory to the woods; he agreed to watch over Banjo (5th) and after failing the first attempt to subdue AfO with En (6th), managed to ensnare AfO at the cost of En’s life (unbeknownst to Nana).

AfO initially thought this would provide ample opportunity to sabotage the future of one year’s worth of pro heroes. He is swiftly disillusioned - the students, faculty, and general administration of U.A. don’t respect any of his machinations or lessons. Trying to recruit for the League of Villains is a total lost cause, because Nedzu co-opts the name and applies it to some ridiculous after-school drama club.

What are his duties as VP? Meeting with parents and students (most of whom are obtuse and dismissive of him as VP). Planning emergency drills (which, to his chagrin, actually help the students). Doing Nedzu’s paperwork as Nedzu engineers U.A. into being the Most Pro Hero School in the country.

afohiko happens because Nedzu needs a new homeroom teacher for the Hero Course and he suspects AfO of scheming, but he’s too busy with the school’s re-accreditation process to investigate. Knowing from Recovery Girl of Gran Torino’s penchant for dating red flags in the making, Nedzu sets up a meet-cute (job interview) and waits for the dominos to fall.

Toshinori is Nana’s chosen successor, but neither of them know about All for One. He vanished sometime after En passed on OfA, and no amount of digging from either Nana or Sorahiko has unearthed information. What Toshinori does know, however, is that Gran Torino cannot be trusted in one-on-one conversations with Arrogantly Confident (with a Dose of Villainy) People. So he gives it his all - Plus Ultra! - to prevent Gran Torino from flirting with the VP.

#bnha #afohiko #all for one #nedzu #gran torino #torino sorahiko #shih's art #shih.txt #vice principal all for one!au #nedzu is having the time of his infinite life #and afo is plotting an overly elaborate game of mousetrap #nana and husbando shimura have kotarou #and they're looking at sorahiko like 'honey pls. not this guy.'

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hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog · 3 months

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(The gal who made the High School/Humen au here. Back to tell you more content cause you’re pretty awesome, and becoming one of my favorite bloggers. Also, just know me as Gal)

Heres what grades or what subject they teach everyone is:

Charlie: Sophomore

Vaggie: Sophomore

Angle: Sophomore

Sir Pentious: Freshmen

Nifty: Freshmen

Husk: Junior

Alastor: Junior

Vox: Junior

Velvet: Freshmen

Valentino: Senior

Rosie: Home Ec. Teacher

Carmilla: Chem. Science Teacher (I don’t know why but I thought it fit)

Carmilla Daughters: Seniors

Zestial: Math Teacher

(I know the 3 other Dealy sins we seen so far are only seen in Helluva boss but since the two shows are in the same universe and Lucifer definitely knows the other sins I thought I add them)

Asmodeus: Vice Principal

Mammon: Economics teacher (he’s everyones least favorite teacher)

Beelzabub: Event Planner

Lucifer: Principal

Thank you friend 🫶 and the lovely anons do most of the work and creative ideas here, I just host a place to discuss and give "Yes ands-" once in a while

Carmilla as a chem teacher does make so much sense though, if any teacher were going to create weapons it would be chem, I love all of this

#ask #hazbin hotel #gal #if you want your tag to be something else lemme know and ill change it #hs au

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captainsatspeed · 1 year

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trying to think up a red dead teacher au seemed like fun at first but then i remembered they're all incredibly stupid which makes it considerably more difficult when assigning subjects.

my one big brain moment is that dutch is the principal and micah is the new vice principal who acts like they are the most powerful person in the school and everyone despises.

other characters below the cut!

arthur: he gives me woodwork teacher vibes. i considered art because he's such a good artist but he doesn't have the "slightly insane and doesn't know what's going on 90% of the time" energy of an art teacher.

john... a practical subject seems the only route, god bless him. he could also be a woodwork teacher? though since he's a rancher maybe agricultural science could technically work? (i'm irish, yes we have that as a subject here)

hosea gives maths. in a good way. a nice maths teacher. geography teacher suits him too.

pearson obviously home economics. his ass can’t cook for shit but his students all pass somehow

sadie pe. idk what other people’s impressions of female pe teachers are but mine have all been girlbosses who are also super nice (but god forbid you cross them.)

lenny english. he’s actually intelligent and can understand literature

charles is bugging me. he also gives woodwork teacher, but i’m also feeling geography. he’d have maps all around his classroom

sean is that one new teacher that nobody’s actually sure what subject he teaches. he just subs and occasionally goes out drinking with students

susan either french or science. strict but secretly loves a bit of banter

javier easily music

uncle is the janitor/caretaker who is actually the most popular staff member

i'm fairly stuck with everyone else, please feel free to add ideas!

#rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption au #teacher au #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #john marston #micah bell #simon pearson #sadie adler #lenny summers #charles smith

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cheetour · 7 months

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it's time. bg3 high school AU

Baldur's Gate Community School is a rundown secondary school and all of the party are down on their luck teachers. Tav is the vice principal

The school's board of management consists of: Ketheric Thorm, Orin the Red, Enver Gortash, and the Absolute (head of the board). Yes the Absolute is still [SPOILERS]. it's completely unchanged. except for being the head of the board of management

(and Minthara, who's the head of the parent teacher association)

Gale is an ineffictive English teacher who is now living in an apartment after his toxic ex-wife kicked him and the cat out. used to work in the very high end, private Waterdeep Academy but Mystra got him fired. was spotted scrolling grindr during a study class

Astarion hasn't been seen turning up to teach his scheduled history classes since the early 2000s. they don't have the resources to stop him. Mol (a student) is blackmailing him and every Tuesday we meets her behind the bicycle shed and hands her a tenner. nobody knows what she's blackmailing him for but he gets VERY annoyed if you ask about it

Wyll and Karlach teach drama and PE respectively and play squash together every weekend. unclear if they're romantically involved or not. they might be married. someone asked Wyll once and he said 'we're family, but not legally' which answered nothing

I think it would be funny if Lae'zel taught geography. somehow

Shadowheart is the secretary. you couldn't put her in a room with 20 children and expect her to kill none of them I don't think

All of the tieflling kids are students at the school. but so is every goblin in the game. Dror Raglin and Priestess Gut are going to college next year

mol, despite expectations, is president of the student council, which is a deeply corrupt organisation

jaheira and halsin are both members of the PTA. they are performing insane acts of political intrigue at the monthly meeting & coffee social. they have an agreed code word with minsc that means 'enough is enough. lets kill everyone here'

so's kagha. she teaches maths. arabella (a student) cheated on her midterm exams and kagha attempted to kill her with a snake

The school was once a fine institution, established by the legendary Balduran himself. Shadowheart has to guard the Artefact as part of her secreterial duties. She had her memories wiped by Shar to achieve this still. She's like a secretary but Shar gives her the secreterial powers through faith (despite the mundane nature of this AU Shar is still a god)

instead of the dream guardian using telepathy they send texts to Tav from an unknown number. they all end with '...........from your Dream Guardian', usually that many ellipses but sometimes more

Halsin is the caretaker also. and his bears and animals just hang around while he works. not clear how the place is getting cleaner

Owlbear cub just got into the walls one day and can't be retrieved

final battle = yearly fundraising talent show

#bg3

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tipsy-scales · 1 month

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I lack the ability to be fully self indulgent with fictional characters, so just now I was thinking of how many cute 2B9S AU possibilities there are, but I realized they all need to include 9S getting the sh beaten out of him to maintain the tone of their original story. Here are some of my AUs below:

Arcade AU:

2B works at the prize counter and 9S keeps visiting and winning every game so he can come see her to cash in prizes. One summer he never comes to the counter and she thinks he might be gone for good, but he was actually saving up tickets to get the top prize (a giant stuffed animal) so he can use it to ask her out ❤️

DRAMATIC TWIST: the arcade was actually a front which 9S uncovers by coming so often and observing the ratio of customers to the size of the establishment. There’s no way they can stay in business! 9S is then beaten up in the back room for it. (But they still go on a date 🎵)

Mafia AU

9S likes 2B but as he gets to know her it comes to light that she is from a mafia family. They had started dating but she breaks up with him because he’s a good guy and she doesn’t want him to dirty his hands with the family business. Defiant, 9S joins the mafia as a grunt. “I’m gonna get you away from all this” he says to 2B who is wearing a very pretty 1940’s outfit. But he slips up & for it GETS BEATEN UP IN THE BACK ROOM. 2B wishes they would stop but there is nothing she can do. They only leave him alive because she likes him. Also he’s not muscular at all so beating him up feels bad 😔

He stops coming around but secretly continues communicating with 2B. 9S eventually orchestrates a showdown with an opposing family in which 2B fakes her own death and they escape together on a train into the moonlight. 😌

Moulin Rouge AU:

This one is just Moulin Rouge.

High school AU:

2B’s Mom is the principal and 2B herself is vice president of the student council. One day she finds herself sitting in for the teacher who watches over students in detention. She meets 9S who has been hacking people’s Nintendo DS’s under the bleachers for cash. (He is in detention for running a business on school grounds but the hacking also makes him distasteful to the stuck up student council types). 2B who is shackled by the duties she did not choose is against her best interests smitten by him for how free he is. She doesn’t act on it but they start to grow close because he is bad at not getting caught and ends up in detention a lot.

They eventually start dating IN SECRET. They also both like games. 9S likes JRPGs and puzzles and 2B likes fighting games but is shy about it so 9S doesn’t know right away. As a gift he gives her a pink DS with a copy of Animal Crossing that he hacked a perfect town onto. 2B doesn’t realize it though because she doesn’t play games like that. She just thinks that’s how the game is and enjoys the pretty game he gave her. She only fishes.

He also gave her a copy of Pokemon Pearl where he hacked her whole team to be shiny. She doesn’t realize this is out of the ordinary either.

2B starts hanging out with 9S under the bleachers. They just enjoy each other’s company but one day another student council member sees them there AND ASSUMES THE WORST. The member also thinks 9S is bad news and is appalled to see 2B with him. The member doesn’t say anything to the others, but tells 2B she better stay away from that guy because she has a reputation to protect!!

9S has a distrust of authority which manifests into his hacking into the school administrative system. He’s not doing anything bad. He just wants to TEST HIS ABILITIES. But eventually he discovers teachers changing the grades of students whose parents are super rich. This is a fancy private academy btw. 9S is actually from an average family but he got in on a scholarship. 9S attempts to take the info to the principal but the student council member told the principal (2B’s Mom!) that they were under the bleachers and she assumes the worst!! The principal will not listen and may not even care, so 9S is expelled for hacking the school system. They consider sending him to juvenile detention but show mercy as to not ruin his future or the schools reputation. He is also not officially expelled but it is clear he must leave. He’s also told to stay away from 2B and starts going to school on the other side of town.

They continue talking though and 2B brings him to senior prom as an act of rebellion. At this point, 9S is cool for having been expelled, so it’s an amazing move on 2B’s part.

After graduation, 2B goes to a fancy expensive university far away. Her Mom is glad her daughter is finally away from silly boys and in the right place. BUT GUESS WHO GOT A SCHOLARSHIP TO EXPENSIVE UNIVERSITY.

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That’s all I’ve got for now 😘 But there are plenty of other ways 9S can get beat u—I mean they can go on dates 🥰

#the high school one was sort of thrown on because I thought of it months ago but I’ll never post about it so it can go here!!!#thank you if you read this I had fun writing it now I’ll be tired tomorrow but it is ok #tipsy scales posts #2b9s

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taterswithranch · 8 months

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Havoc and Homework Official Masterpost

Wooo I didn’t expect this universe to get popular at all hdhdhsk

This will be where all of the students and staff will be recorded! It will be edited as time goes on and the universe expands!

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!!DO NOTE!! This universe is separate from the “Taters Canon” universe. This one is collaborative with my moots and friends. While some of the lore will be different, most will still be relevant to both universes :>

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SOME RULES:

1. Please be respectful of everyone in this au! If I see any unruly behavior, you’ll be blocked and kicked out of the au. No exceptions.

2. If you want a place in the au, send an ask through me first! I’ll respond privately, then you can create the post for your character! Make sure to tag me if you want me to reblog it here :)

3. Do not harass others for a specific role! There are some roles that are only available for a limited number of people (which will be specified later on). Do not try to force others out of a role just so you can have it. You will be blocked.

4. On that note, you’re not obligated to stay. If you want out of the au, that’s perfectly fine! Just let me know and I can take you off the list. You can still keep your character. They just won’t be associated with the au anymore.

5. Collaboration is highly recommended! If you want to build lore with other creators’ ocs, ask! This au is meant to be fun!

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IMPORTANT POSTS/UPDATES (FAQ too ig lol)

Character Limit

Character Lore and Building

Dress Code

Official H+H Blog

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Please also tag any relevant posts with “#havoc and homework”! It’ll make it easier for me and others to find!

Alrighty, now for the roster! It’ll be updated as people enter and exit the au! If you have any roles you’d like to suggest, send in an ask or respond to this post! If you want to make an assistant/student mentor/etc. for any role, limited or not, ask the creator first!

Roster under the cut :)

Concerning the headmaster/principal/vice principal and anything of the sort, those roles will remain vacant and vague. Do not ask for them, they are not available.

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IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE LET ME KNOW

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LIMITED ROLES

Art: Stitchy ( @gothicwitcholive )

Choir: Wilbur T. Hunter ( @flurriethefox )

Culinary Arts: Angelica (me)

Librarian: Eli ( @joyarting )

Nurse: Natalie “Heather” Scarborough ( @hello-universe-lovers )

Orchestra: Cresc (me)

Robotics: Serverus ( @gothicwitcholive )

School DJ: Zapper ( @piperthewolf125 )

Theatre: Faraday Heath ( @alex-dontknow )

Therapist: Hyper ( @piperthewolf125 )

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MULTIPLE ROLES

Biology: Evika ( @joyarting ), Ezra Welton ( @biscuitmcflakes )

Chemistry: Mary Kate ( @averydoesfnfstuff )

Computer: Atari ( @undrsk0re ), Adrien Ethen Scarborough ( @ianosaur03 )

English: Maylin Micho ( @itas-art-life ), Majorie ( @hoodiehydra ), Melissa Ebony ( @shippin-my-sanses )

History: Frenzi Kitts ( @k1rameki )

Languages: Gem Bevientos ( @jinxic )

Math: Ivy Icharix ( @itas-art-life )

Media: Enyo ( @sunnytheclodsdire )

Physics: Monody Fairren ( @lightgriffinsect )

School Maintenance: Zhar Welton ( @biscuitmcflakes )

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STUDENTS

Cerulean ( @anonymous-red-shades )

Jackelina ( @gothicwitcholive )

Phoenix Anderson ( @flurriethefox )

Violette Skye ( @angelsartdump )

Viviolina ( @gothicwitcholive )

#AUGUAYAU IT’S DONE #havoc and homework

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artoatsblog · 3 months

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(Wakes up in a cold sweat) s-super punch out middle school au.

Birdie mac/The challenger/Toby: The new kid that wants to make friends with everyone and everything and look as cool as possible, the youngest and shortest of everyone in the class but comically strong (as in can kill someone twice his size strong) and stupid as a brick.

Gabby jay: The eccentric vice principal who wants to make sure the kids learn all they need to, even though his ways are odd to say the least, tall and wiry, wears thick square glasses.

piston hurricane: The straight man of everyone else's bs, the only times he really acts out is when it comes to the weather, if a storm is coming, he stars to become overly prepared, (Ie: the bunker is bigger than his house and it has 5 years' worth of food in it prepared), pretty average in terms of looks but has extreme braces and headgear.

Bob charley: Not stupid but defiantly naive, wants to make friends but doesn't have many social skills so just goes along with the group think and has a habit of making the group think worse, silly and goofy one may say, short and small frame, freckles. :)

Dragon Chan: Lives in his own world, thinks he's the main character of his own comic book, still kicks any problem (or anyone he doesn't like) in the face, average height and stick thin.

Masked muscle: Loner, not a bully but doesn't really enjoy...people, is having the "thinks he's smarter than all of his teachers" phase early, tall and while not fat he does have a bigger frame than most of the other kids, his "mask" is just a scarf that covers his mouth, dresses the same as a 2007 emo.

Aarin ryan: First things first, I head cannon the spo Aran and Wii Aran are two different people, second of all kid goes WILD on dodgeball, but unlike that other guy with a suspiciously similar name he plays far, ball of energy, mumbles to himself, shorter than Wii Aran and has curlier hair.

Heike Kagero: Creepy kid who sits in the back of the class and sneaks up on the other kids when there not looking, his only friends are Dragon because they don't have anyone else and Narcis because they like doing each other's makeup, skinny frame he covers up with baggy clothes.

Mad clown: Would be a bully if he cared enough, lies about what his parents do because being a literal clown probably won't help his social life, fat and has big Italian curls, same as he ma. :)

Narcis prince: rich kid who thinks there better than everyone else (so the same as usual), spoiled rotten, chubby and you can take this from my cold dead hands.

Hoy Quarlow: The principal who has no idea how kids work, wants his students to fear him (they do not), vary short only slightly taller than Challenger.

Rick bruiser: Thinks he's the most popular kid in school (He has one (1) friend (Nicky)), his favorite animals are the ones that are venomous, unironic 100 gecs fan, he's tall and fat because I can't imagine him as anything but a brick shithouse.

Nick(y) bruiser: They look scary but there just shy and have staring into your soul eyes, Them and Narcis are friends and now Narcis has a bodyguard, Basically the same height as Rick but Nick(y) is 0.3 inches taller and so Rick is jealous Nick(y) is also VARY thin (I know I just said I can't imagine Rick as not a shithouse but I think it would be cute for them to contrast each other.)

#punch out #super punch out #little mac #gabby jay #piston hurricane #bob charlie #dragon chan #masked muscle #aran ryan #heike kagero #mad clown #narcis prince #hoy quarlow #rick bruiser #nick bruiser

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