#punk! high school!au

[purple-goo-writes]

Thanks to @starry-bi-sky I now have another dpxdc idea based on how Danny would meet the YJ group. And for some reason the Weasels are Thirsty.

Fucking Twitter or TikTok.

Punk/Long Haired/Piercings Young Adult/College age Danny accidently being a Cryptid Thirst Trap. Maybe Danny has Zero fucks to give an does one of those Be Careful Who You Call Ugly in Highschool posts.

Like maybe he's doing a trendy tiktok but like the lights go out due to power outage.and his Eyes are Literally Glowing (nothing else can be seen But his eyes) before the tiktok ends.

Possibly him cheekily posting a selfie showing off his new tongue and lip piercings. Possibly the photo is just a close up of his smirking mouth while he sticks his tongue out between the V his fingers make.

Just Core Four YJ crushing Hard on this Civilian Punk Twunk!

[seeminglydark]

And so they both got detention.

I’ve been chipping away at this for over a month, I posted some of the panels a while ago with color, but wanted to do a bit more with the scene, so I thought i’d headcanon their teenaged angsty-flirty-back and forthing, deciding to date, and swapping tokens of devotion and possibly a fun little lead up to this piece.

Look I never know how canon any of these things are, I just love making little scenarios so take that as you will. I like to think Principal B was annoyed by this pair of troublemakers, but never ratted to their parents cuz knew they’d both be worse off for it, and simply gave them 1000000 detentions instead.

Caro and Sully are from my comic Mil-Liminal on Webtoon and Tapas.

Dumb title for this thing cuz that’s the tag I’ve been using whenever I draw these two in their highschool days.

[pinksugarscrub]

Starstruck

Hobie Brown x fem! musician! reader

Recap: Yuri’s too busy when you come back to scold you. So the rest of your shift goes smoothly. Your mind drifting to the boy every once in a while. A small smile on your lips. The phone rings and your bliss is broken. You hold your breath as insult after insult hits your ear through the receiver. You feel like an idiot. The boy’s pretty face fading into obscurity. You blink back tears as you talk with the real Miguel O'Hara. What a shitty night.

Part(s): Prologue, 1, ???

Word Count: 2,013

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Gwendolyn Stacy, your best friend since middle school and you have a dinky friendship bracelet to prove it. You told her everything and I mean everything but for some odd reason you felt too ashamed to even mention what’s his face. So instead you turned to the only other person you shared your life with and that was Mary Jane Watson, better known as MJ. 

“Motherf-”

“Language,” you sigh. Stuffing another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. Your eyes following Mary Jane as she shuffles across the room. Two different shades of purple fabric in her perfectly manicured fingers.

“Sorry,” she grumbles. Rolling her eyes as she bites her tongue. It was pretty irritating how calm you were being after spilling your guts out to her earlier. There are even still tear stains on your cheeks. “But aren’t you mad? I mean come on (y/n), that was pretty messed up.”

“I never said I wasn’t mad,” you mumble. Sticking your spoon back into the tub when you notice Spider-man strutting up to you. His striped tail brushing against your ankle as he waited patiently for you to lift him up. 

The tabby purrs as soon as you place him into your lap. Gently scratching his chin to distract yourself from MJ’s stare. The anger swirling behind her eyes diminishes when she realizes how deeply this has affected you. “So, what do you feel?”

Your face scrunches up as you try to come up with a proper answer. Anything that makes you seem like less of a crybaby. “I don’t know…I just…” you sigh again,“I just feel really stupid.”

“But it wasn’t your fault,” she retorts.

“It was my fault MJ!” Your voice wavering as you lean back into the soft and plush pillows of her bed. Holding Spider-man closer to your chest and burying your nose into his fur. Effectively muffling your words. “I let some dumb guy distract me and Yuri had to pay for my mistake…”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” MJ huffs. Placing her hands on her hips as she eyes you. “Yuri? You know she can handle anything anyone throws at her. She’s practically a soldier.”

“I know, I know,” you whine. “He just- he played me ok!?” Sniffling as you held Spider-man above you. “Right?”

Spider-man blinks. 

“See? Even he agrees!”

MJ rolls her eyes again. You seem to bring it out in her. “Ok fine, you’re an idiot and you deserved what you got.”

You gasp, cradling spider-man to your chest. “Mary Jane Watson!”

She quirks her eyebrows up while shrugging her shoulders. Going back to sifting through her dresser for pearl beads and tiny sequins. “What is it about this guy that has you so twisted? I mean, this isn’t the first time you’ve fumbled a guy.”

“Thank you very much for that,” you deadpanned. “This greatly improves my already low self esteem and twisted? What is this 1984?”

It’s MJ’s turn to be appalled as she tosses a pillow over your head. “Will you shut up about that! I’m only a few years older than you.” She huffs as she smacks another pillow over your head after you pull the previous one away from your face. 

“What was that senior citizen? I can’t hear you over the deafening sound of my self loathing.”

She groans as she smacks you once more. “Stop avoiding me and answer my question already.” 

You sigh as you sink down onto the floor. Dramatically of course. Your daily visits wouldn’t be complete without a dose of insanity. 

It takes you a few moments to collect yourself and finally decide to say what’s been on your mind. Your fingers digging into your palms. “Do you remember the story of how my parents met?”

MJ hums, taking a seat beside you but not without carefully adjusting her skirt. Sitting elegantly as she brushed her hand through your hair which cause Spider-Man to get jealous and saunter over again. “Of course. He saw her from across the room at a venue he was performing at. They instantly felt a connection and he spent weeks trying to find her after only knowing her name.”

You follow along with her explanation. Mouthing word for word considering you had memorized your parent’s love story by heart. 

“So this has something to do with you being a hopeless romantic?”

“Do you want me to tell you or not?” You snap. MJ puts her hands up in mock surrender.

You sigh again as you stare up at the ceiling. “My mom told me it was his smile that caught her. I never really understood why until…” You cough and clear your throat as you close your eyes. Cringing as you felt your cheeks heat up. “He had a nice smile.”

MJ’s eyes soften. “I see…” 

“I just…” You rub your hands over your face. Sprawling out like a starfish or in this case, a puddle. “I kind of let the idea of the same thing happening to me get to my head. It was different.”

Groaning, you decide to change the subject. Not sure how much more humiliation you could take after admitting to your delusions.

It was hard not to want what your parents had. They were happy, content living in their two bedroom apartment singing songs in the morning and dancing in the evening. Aside from music, you wanted someone special in your life and after letting go of Miles in the name of friendship you were starting to lose hope. Oh, you weren’t supposed to mention that.

“Anyway, any last minute advice? School starts in less than a week,” you sing. Smiling weakly as you lightly punched her shoulder. 

It took everything within MJ not to scold you for avoiding your feelings. She knew first hand what it was like to bottle everything up. She couldn’t understand why you felt the need to do so. You didn’t live with an abusive father who didn’t support your dreams. Your family was ecstatic to send you to Visions, help you achieve your goals. But the more family dinners she was invited to the more she saw what was brewing beneath the surface. She just hoped you would see it sooner rather than later. 

For once, she indulged you and moved along. Sliding down so she was also on her back staring at the same dirty ceiling she gazed at late into the night wondering if she was doing the right thing. Every time you remind her she is.

“It’s not illegal if you don't get caught.”

You choke on your spit. Laughing as you looked over at her in disbelief. “You are a horrible influence.” 

MJ laughs along with you before wrapping her arm around your shoulder and holding you close. “You’re only seventeen once,” she whispers, “enjoy it.” 

There’s a moment of silence as you take in her words. Her face was one you had grown to love. Maybe because you felt like you lost your other best friend in the process of trying to be a good one. Either way, you wouldn’t trade her for the world.

“Noted.”

Your phone buzzes on MJ's bed and within minutes you’re emotionally sober again and heading home for dinner. "You coming?"

"What? And miss movie night?" MJ smiles. Grabbing her jacket and her keys.

Movie nights were spectacular. You would savor the last few days of summer vacation because soon enough you would resume your normal routine as a high school student. Forgetting all about the cute boy with dimples. You guarantee it.

-

Midtown lockers consisted of stickers, graffiti, or lack of creativity. Yours was situated right next to Gwen’s. She dropped the -dolyn of her name after meeting Miles who coined the nickname. Speaking of which, Miles had been infatuated with her since freshman year. Well, your freshman year. He was still in middle school when the universe aka Mr. Harrington who was in charge of the academic decathlon, recruited them. You were excluded per lack of…how do you say? “Intelligence”. Public speaking wasn’t your strong suit.

You became their middle man because they were both hopeless and idiots. 

Ignoring the pain that eventually dulled into an ache. You walked with them, talked with them, and even traded seats with them so they could partner on assignments. Your group grew with the addition of Pavitir sophomore year. Gayatri the next. Which totally didn't make you feel more alone. 

The plan was to meet with everyone before the first bell rang but everyone seemed to be struggling with one thing or another. So for now you were left wandering the halls. Maybe you should learn a new hobby, join a new club? Club Rush wouldn’t be for another month though. 

Were you being ungrateful? Dissatisfied with what you had even though you had everything? Well, minus a boyfriend but that’s not necessarily a need. 

In the end you head to your first class early. Choosing a seat in the back you’re sure Miles will love so he can draw up tags. You and Miles share a statistics class this semester. You chalk it up to him being a genius who doesn’t even have to try too hard to pass. Lucky. 

The class slowly fills and at this point you’re just staring blankly at your desk and worry begins to gnaw at you the closer you get to the bell ringing. Miles is unsurprisingly absent but being late on the first day is a stretch, even for him. You know Mr. Davis and Mrs. Morales wouldn’t have it. 

A loud ring sets your stomach in knots but right as it starts the door swings open and oh no—

You’ve got to be kidding me

Your eyes meet and you want the world to swallow you whole. Out of all of the schools in the State of New York. There is no way he could be here. His address, what was his address? It was almost two districts away right? Right!?

Fuck

Your heart jumps when you come back to reality. He’s walking towards you, toward the only empty seat in the classroom aside from the one right by the door. Out of all the times Miles was late you’ve never wanted to scream at him more but at this point you just want him to be seated next to you. By falling from the ceiling or barreling through the window you don’t care! You would even settle for sitting next to Flash Thompson. The Flash Thompson.

You wouldn't survive an entire school year—your senior year—sitting next to a boy who obviously knows how charming he is and almost had you fired to get his kicks! Who does that? For pizza of all things!?

You pray by some miracle an earthquake hits but instead, you’re answered by the squeak of leather that you would recognize anywhere. You want to cry tears of joy at the sight of the red jordans entering the door followed by a sheepish looking Morales. 

“Mr. Morales, late on the first day.” 

Miles chuckles at the exasperated sigh that leaves your teacher’s lips. Rubbing the back of his neck before he shrugs off his bag. Easily setting it down on the desk beside you after turning in a familiar pink slip of paper that brands you as a troublesome student.

“Einstein said time was relative right?” He smiles but you can see the sweat dripping down his forehead. “Maybe I’m not late, maybe you guys are early.”

You would laugh if it weren’t for the fact you can’t tear your eyes away from the boy from before. He seems to feel the same sentiment except he doesn't look like he's on the verge of a panic attack. He quite easily takes a stride in the other direction. Sitting with an already disinterested look on his expression.

As soon as Miles is done being put under the spotlight you tug him down and his stool makes a loud screech that you opt to ignore and thankfully so does everyone else.

You're S-C-R-E-W-E-D. Screwed.

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[fireandiceland]

cute high school AU idea I just had: Arthur is the kinda scary punk guy that most people try to stay away from - and he catches Alfred stealing his cigarettes.

Arthur catches Alfred’s wrist before he can get anywhere and pulls him aside behind the school building. He yells at Alfred but stops when the poor boy starts tearing up. “Are you crying?” Arthur asks confused but with an edge of disgust in his voice which only causes Alfred to start sobbing uncontrollably. Alfred admits that he only tried to steal those goddamn cigarettes because he’s being bullied pretty badly and those guys made him to it and he just begs Arthur to “Make it quick, okay? Maybe if you beat me up now they’ll be done with me for today.”

Alfred looks so pathetic and Arthur, having grown up with three older brothers who loved teasing and taunting their baby brother and making him cry, feels bad for him. He shoves his cigarettes back into one of the many pockets in his pants and pulls a tissue out of another one, throws the tissue at Alfred and tells him to “Come. What are you waiting for? Follow me!”

Too intimidated and exhausted to protest Alfred does as he is told and trots behind Arthur, across the schoolyard right up to that group of boys who are pointing and laughing at a red-eyes, puffy-cheeked Alfred. But the laughing quickly stops when Arthur breaks their leaders nose with a single, well-aimed punch in his face.

The next thing Alfred knows is sitting next to Arthur on the floor or the school bathroom, still sniffling while he helps cleaning his bloody knuckles until they are both laughing about the absurdity of their situation.

Arthur invites him out for a beverage that same afternoon. ❤️

[spacecadetin]

new art blog im postin old art! this is from 2022...

[lycankeyy]

Messy Goth Punks doodle page bc they're in my Brain and they won't Leave

[ferretsarefurryappendagedsnakes]

Daydreaming.

Saw a joke about being afraid people can read your mind when those thoughts pop up and thought of AU Mikannie cause Gothkasa absolutely would not have that fear, much to mind reader Annie’s detriment.

[sugarspikesart]

Jake & Sherry but they're in a Highschool AU and they hate each other but secretly love each other

Sherry is a punk alt girl and Jake's a troublemaker

(they're a 2000s teenage romance and they're both the same age here bc i say so)

[poltergeist-punk]

This is all I got sorry home slices

[vyeoh]

Tell me more about the prep x bad boy treebark!!!! *swings feet and smiles to reveal my second set of teeth like a baby shark* please?

Ren graduated last year (he's one year older than martyn) and no one knows if they're just weirdly close besties or dating or some 3rd secret thing. Like, the thing is they flirted constantly but Ren is just Like That with everyone but also maybe it's like a ploycule situation? Theyre both theater kids and the theater department is just alway sleeping with each other so idk maybe its some theater department polycule. Like, no one knows what's up with those two weirdos but honestly it's not worth the energy to deal with

[k1d1c4rus]

i have a bunch of different aus cooking that my partner thinks i should all stick in one big masterfic bc he thinks otherwise I'll get too distracted with them and not finish the latest cboyz chapter (he's right) but the worldbuilding is so fun and they all deserve to be like 10k words each

[seeminglydark]

Big man on campus.

Out of context high school au (?) junk cuz I wanted to draw some perspective, aRgUMeNts and tropey romance. There will be a small part 2 ✨

Sully and Caro ofc from my webcomic Mil-Liminal where they are adults and not even a little bit less dramatic.

[oatmealdaydreams]

Character Writing Practice - 90s!Remus (90s Kids AU)

For future reference, I'm referring to Character Writing Practice as ChrWP.

A recap: Remus is a punk kid with anarchist tendencies in this au. So, of course, had to make him see school as mostly pointless bc of 'current-world problems'. Like, he doesn't see school's purpose as far as preparing kids for the 'real world'. How's school gonna prepare kids like him (queer, neurodivergent, etc. (minorities, basically)) for all the bs the world throws at 'em?

[Projecting on a blorbo? Me?? Noooo (/sarcasm)]

Anyway. Listening to 90s!Remus' playlist, and just... good lord did I pick the right songs for this punk. This mf. American Idiot by Green Day is on there, and jfc does it fit so well with the 90s.

"But didn't you make the playlists-" yea I know, shut up. Still surprised it managed to fit the au.

Remus is always one of my fav to write, and 90s!Remus is no exception. Fuckin anarchist smartass. Love that kid.

[the-yearning-astronaut]

you can do fun little meta exercises about your blorbos and their vibes by pulling inspiration from other random bits of media just for the hell of it with absolutely no intent to do anything with what you come up with it's just a game but Watch Out....

[myimaginationplain]

seeing as ATSV Hobie has no specified age, I think he can rightly be considered any age between that of the teens (Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Peni) & the adults (Peter, Jess, Miguel, etc.) according to what a person feels best suits him and/or their fanwork. anyone blowing a gasket over their own personal age headcanons for him not being enshrined in fandom as law needs to just take a fucking chill pill & get over it (I'm looking at you TikTok.)

[h0tp0tat0girl]

Do you want to read Fanfiction about the Honorary Teen Titans if they were in high school? What about the villains too? Check out my latest chapter called "Sweet" from my work Not My Cup Of Tea. This chapter focuses on Dominic (Kyd Wykkyd), Angel (Angelita), and Punk Rocket (Samuel) when they get ahold of a missing wallet.

Summary: Antonia "Toni" (Argent) transferred from private school to public school with some friends she had already met when she moved back to the U.S. She is now challenged with navigating a different social setting and is finding new things she enjoys.