#the huge amount of homework I’ve gotten from my history teacher

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Hi! I’m back with another hc question! What inside/running jokes do the poets have with one another, and who started them? And a separate question, what do the rest of the student body think of the poets? Like are they famous or just another friend group and also are specific poets more famous than the others? I’ve always thought that Neil and Cameron would be famous as fairy godmothers who help poor first years with their homework and finding classes and stuff. Also Meeks is the library cryptid and you can’t tell me otherwise.

oooooo ok let's see!!!! this is going to be kind of a long post by the way, so buckle up

inside jokes

meeks and pitts def have like a shit ton of really confusing inside jokes and no one has no idea what they're talking about, they also pretty much communicate exclusively in vines, it's fascinating to see these two interact, really. meeks and pitts also have a foam box hanging from the ceiling of their dorm. there's a story behind that, probably.

then neil and charlie also have a bunch since they're close, probably about stupid stuff they did in the past that may or may not have gotten them in trouble. they always share them with the group and let them in the joke so they can all laugh about it, it's fun to have their own things and they do have some of their own things but y'know they love their friends and they wanna share all the stupid stuff they did with them.

now i'm sure neil and todd have their inside jokes being hopelessly in love and everything but todd actually has a bunch of them with cameron, they hang out a lot cause they love their friends, they really do, but they could really use some peace and quiet sometimes. so they actually have a bunch of inside jokes, but they mostly keep them to themselves because they've seen each other do some ridiculous stuff they don't want the others to know they're capable of, they don't really need to know why whenever they see a chihuahua todd asks cameron if he's gonna hunt it down, nothing good could come out of it.

charlie and cameron have an ongoing joke about how many pairs of shoes can fit in their dorm's closet and they keep taking guesses. everyone thinks they're joking and it's just something stupid they came up with because they didn't know what to disagree over, it's all fun and games until one day neil walks in and sees them trying to push the door of a suspiciously full closet. they wanted to see who was right. no one knows where they found all those shoes.

the group has a lot of inside jokes in general because they keep doing weird shit, they definitely reference the poems they read in the cave all the time, whenever they call each other and one of them asks who is it the one on the other line answers "it's god", they make innuendos with weird latin words meeks teaches them and then laugh whenever they're said in class, stuff like that.

social status thing!

okay, i'm actually really excited about this one because i kinda wanted to talk about how welton views the poets seperately, outside of the friend group. cause like they obviously know them as a group, there are some rumors of a secret society here and there in welton and let's be honest, they're an odd bunch, neil and the new kid and whatever the hell pitts and meeks are and Charlie Dalton (tm) and knox who probably has a bit of a reputation as a romantic and then cameron????? like what do these people have to do with each other??? so there's a lot of rumors about them, as a group. but seperately!!!!! let's look into that shall we!!!!!!!!

okay, so neil is definitely popular. he's friendly, he's extroverted, involved in pretty much everything, overall really chill, people like him. they all kinda know there's something going on with him because everyone knows neil's gonna be a doctor but he's never showed any interest in it and he definitely strikes everyone as a creative kind, so they know there's something going on there but no one ever addresses it cause that's how high school students are. neil is kind of welton's golden boy, everybody loves him, and if someone doesn't they're probably a dick who wants to start fights.

todd doesn't have much of a reputation aside from "jeffrey anderson's brother" since he's new and also so quiet, everyone just thinks he's a little shy and some people think he's weird but no one ever dares touch a hair on his head because they know he's with neil, and neil will go berserk if anyone tries to hurt him. not that most of them would want to, todd never did anything to anyone but y'know how some people are. it's like in mean girls where no one dared fuck with anyone who was regina's friend? that's what it's like being friends with neil.

okay, we all know charlie has a bit of a reputation. he's a troublemaker, likes to joke around, probably has a few enemies around welton because he tends to,, punch people a lot. everyone thinks he's kinda cool, some people think he's just annoying, which he kind of is sometimes let's be honest. also a considerable amount of people thought he was in love with neil. he was not. how everyone figured that out i'll leave up to you but i have a,,, few ideas for my beloved little group of chameron shippers, hi guys what's up we're living off of crumbs :)

okay, meeks and pitts go together, we all know that, they actually have kind of a history with,,,,, starting shit, basically, it really started as an accident, they blew something up in the science lab, but then they just said fuck it and kept going over the years, causing a lot of stupid shit, and now all the teachers kinda have their eye on them (hence the demerits, yay). but even the conjoined twins have their own reputations. meeks,,,,,, is kinda shady ngl. people go to him for help with weird stuff. like random people. none of the poets know what this is about, the only thing they know is that he rents banned books to students, but that doesn't explain much. also yes he definitely is the library cryptid. pitts on the other hand is perceived as much more,,, legal that meeks. he's kinda the guy you can always go to for anything, pitts has approximately zero enemies in welton. a lot of people think he's a little stupid, for some reason. he's not. he's smart as shit and it takes ten minutes of hanging out with him to figure that out.

cameron's kinda obvious, people think he's boring and a stick in the mud, but he's still respected because he's clearly impressively smart and will help anyone with homework even if he has his own shit to deal with, which means he can pull the "you owe me one" card at anyone any time he wants to, also he's under the neil perry umbrella and welton doesn't fuck with people under the neil perry umbrella, we've been over this. cameron's kinda intriguing though. no one knows anything about him and everyone thinks "there must be more to this guy than just being a huge dick", so there's a lot of conversation around welton about cameron and he never confirms nor denies anything purely because he thinks it's funny.

knox just kinda comes across as a romantic to everyone, he's always the ones with the love poems in class, getting super hyped for valentine's day, all that stuff. he's very bold so there have been a lot of misunderstandings with people, but he usually works things out, most people like him. knox is probably remembered for doing something really impulsive and really stupid once a few years back, but i can't decide what it is. like, not something impulsive and stupid in the way charlie does to fuck with people, just a,,,,,, really big fuck up, that made the whole school laugh and gave him kind of a positive reputation.

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Been meaning to get this finished for a bit now. Normally a very fluffy writer, sweet stuff that’ll rot your teeth. But I’m gonna go with some salt this time around. With fluffy bits thrown in because it’s cute. Based off of this post.

Marinette couldn't have been in a happier disposition walking to school. She was caught up with her schoolwork, she got a full eight hours of sleep, no akumas all this week, and a wave of inspiration saw to many new designs in her sketchbook. The only thing that could make this better was if Adrien showed up with a tray of her favorite flavored macarons!

She skipped up the steps and into the school. “Good morning, Alya!”

“You’re in a good mood today.” Alya smirked at her friend, “Chloe get a botched haircut?”

“No, it’s just a good morning.” Marinette took a deep breath, “I feel like for the first time in weeks I can stand still and breathe.”

“Good for you, girl. Get that self care.” The two started a conversation for their plans for the week as they walked into class.

Marinette sat down and disaster struck. “Ugh!” she shot up from her seat, “My seat is wet!”

“My side isn’t,” Alya patted her side of the desk. She brushed a finger over Marinette’s side and sniffed, “Smells like cleaning product. Maybe bleach?”

“Bleach?”

“Turn around,” Marinette turned and Alya cringed, “Yep. Definitely bleach. Your entire butt is discolored now.”

“Darn it!” Marinette stretched to see her favorite pair of pink jeans now ruined. “I can’t walk around like this.”

“Go home and change. I’ll clean this up.”

“Thanks, Alya.” Marinette bolted from the room. This was a damper on her day but it was no matter, her house was right across the street and she had plenty of time till class started.

She flew down the stairs and was running for the front door. But her two left feet did what they do best and next thing she knew she was falling face first into the ground. “Ouch…”

“Marinette, are you okay?” she heard a voice behind her. Adrien.

“Yep!” she rolled over so he couldn’t see the huge stain on her butt, “Perfectly fine. Not even a scratch.”

“Are you sure? It looked like you hit pretty hard.”

“All good here.”

“Good.” he held out a hand to help her up, “I was actually hoping to see you before class.”

“Yeah?” she perked up.

“You know how we have that project for history? The one where we analyze the evolution of stuff?”

“What about it?”

“Well, since I know you’re really into fashion and I’ve been raised in that world since birth I was wondering if maybe you wanted to team up. We could write a whole presentation on how fashion evolved throughout history.”

This was amazing! Adrien wanted to be her partner for a project. A fashion project! That meant hours researching together, creating the presentation together, talking late into the night about what they found. Then that late night talk slowly turns into a deep conversation about their hopes and dreams and deepest darkest secrets. Their sleepy minds and bodies confessing things they never dared to say in the light of day. Falling asleep with the phone on and waking up the next morning remembering what they had confessed but still happy about it as they realize they were utterly made for one another--

“Whoa, Marinette, what happened to your butt?” Nino’s voice broke her out of her daydream.

Her face went pure red as she turned away from him trying to cover the stain. She got so enamored with Adrien she had completely forgotten why she was out here in the first place!

“Oh…” Adrien glimpsed at the stain but immediately turned away, “That uh...that doesn’t look good.”

“I--I uh--” This wasn’t happening.

The bell rang and Marinette tried not to scream. She had wasted her time to get changed. If she left now she’d be late for sure.

With no other option she took off her jacket and tied it around her waist. It would hide the stain for now. But the emotional damage had been done. “It’ll be okay, Marinette,” Adrien placed a hand on her shoulder, “It’s just a little stain.”

“You’re right,” she smiled at Adrien, “Also, I’d love to be your partner for the project. It sounds like a great idea.”

“Great. Now let’s get to class before we get in trouble.” They rushed back upstairs to the classroom.

Alya assured Marinette her seat was safe now but had to wonder why she was still in the same clothes. One look at who she entered the room with though was all the answer she needed. As Ms. Bustier started role call Marinette brainstormed who would have put bleach on her seat. Kim is a prankster but he would have done it to the entire class if that was his game. Chloe seemed a good choice but she had seen her and Sabrina come in after her incident. That would only leave--

“Lila?” Ms. Bustier called.

“Present.” Lila’s voice rang from the back of the classroom. Marinette sat boiling with rage. Of course it was Lila. Trying to sabotage her via lies wasn’t enough, now she had resorted to clothes ruining pranks.

“Alright class,” Ms. Bustier called her attention back to the lesson, “Don’t forget that I will need your pairs for the history project and what you’ll be presenting by the end of the day.”

Marinette’s raged quieted down. Who cares about Lila’s dumb prank? A ruined pair of pants was nothing compared to having Adrien as Marinette’s history partner!

“Actually Ms. Bustier,” Lila said, “I don’t have a partner and seeing as how there is an uneven amount of students I don’t think it would be fair to make me work alone.”

“One group of three should be fine.” Ms. Bustier shrugged.

“Then that group has a bigger advantage then the pairs. Maybe it would be best if we all worked separately. That way it is equal.”

Marinette turned and glared at Lila. No way is she splitting up Adrien and Marinette that easily.

“I suppose that would be more more fair.” Ms. Bustier agreed. “Instead of presentations how about everyone writes a three page paper on the evolution of whatever you choose.”

That little--

“Perfect!” Lila clasped her hands together, “I’d like to cover the evolution of fashion.”

“Alright,” Ms. Bustier jotted it down on her clipboard, “Lila has fashion. Anyone else have topics?”

No. No this wasn’t happening! Her project time with Adrien! Her topic! Her pants! Lila had ruined them all in less then ten minutes! Marinette bit down on her notebook to keep from screaming. She risked another glance at the object of her ire. Lila was looking right at her with a devious smirk. She couldn’t even call her out for ruining her day. There was no proof that she was the one that put bleach on her seat and it wasn’t exactly against the rules to convince the teacher to change the format of the assignment. Still, that didn’t mean she couldn’t be angry about it.

During lunch Marinette got to go home and change clothes. At least that was one problem fixed.

If anything Marinette should have realized exactly how this week, nay, this month was going to go. Lila was out to get her. To punch her into the ground so deep that she could never escape. In a way...she succeeded.

That week Marinette was the victim of many pranks. She thought the bleach was bad. Marinette wished for something as nice as bleach. Her locker was filled with shaving cream ruining all her homework the next day. Poison ivy was rubbed onto her desk giving her hands and forearms a horrible rash. Her backpack had a bunch of broken pens dropped into it. Lila even managed to get gum in Marinette’s hair without her noticing.

Still Lila left no evidence. No one saw her do it and there were no cameras where she could have tampered with Marinette’s things. Marinette complained to Alya about how Lila was ruining her life but her best friend didn’t think Lila could do it. Alya only thought that Marinette was blaming her because of Lila’s interest in Adrien.

“Lila,” Marinette approached her after having gotten the gum carefully clipped from her hair, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Doing what?” she blinked her eyes innocently.

“These dumb pranks. I know it’s you that’s doing it. I don’t care that you don’t like me but how is this making you happy? Sure they can make life harder but at the end of the day it is merely you ruining objects. They can be replaced or fixed. No real harm.”

“So what you’re saying is that I should do something worse?” Lila smirked.

Marinette’s blood ran cold. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

“Listen pigtails,” Lila got closer, that smile too sweet to be real, “I was being kind before. I promised to ruin you and that is exactly what I’ll do. You think shaving cream and gum is bad? You’ll wish that you never crossed paths with me Marinette Dupain-Cheng. If you want to avoid what I have in store for you then back off or you’ll see what I can really do.”

She flipped her hair and shouldered her way past Marinette. Marinette couldn’t move herself from the spot Lila had rooted her in. The last time Lila had made a threat like that Marinette almost got akumatized. She pulled out her phone and went the picture folder she kept full of things that made her happy. It was her emergency pick-me-up in cases like this where she felt at her lowest. She had been using it a lot lately.

Once she had calmed down she adjusted her bookbag and took off for home.

It was the start of a new week and Marinette was taking extra precautions to avoid any more pranks or whatever it was Lila had threatened. She made it about halfway through the day without hitting a single snag. There was a study hall and Marinette was in the library putting the finishing touches on her history paper about the evolution of baking. She had exceeded the three page requirement to a lofty four and a half. If she could have had fashion as she would have liked it would have been even longer but Marinette was still very proud of her paper.

With a quick spell check she hit print and went to collect her document from the printer. Good thing she finished it when she did seeing as how it was due in twenty minutes. She would have had it done yesterday if it wasn’t for a nasty akuma taking up the better part of her essay time.

She got to the printer and sighed. Paper jam shredded her essay. She unjammed the printer and went back to the computer to reprint it.

“What in the…” she trailed off as she looked at the computer screen. Where was her essay? The document was gone! Not just the essay but all her notes and the sources she had saved. She tried everything but her paper had been wiped out of existence! “Lila!” she growled under her breath.

The bell rang and Marinette dragged herself to class. Hopefully Ms. Bustier would understand. The class started to hand in their essays. “Marinette, where’s your essay?”

“I had it done. Completely, one hundred percent done, but when I went to print it the printer jammed.” Marinette muttered.

“That’s alright, just e-mail it to me.” Ms. Bustier answered.

“Also,” she took a deep breath, “The essay itself was deleted from my folder along with all my research notes.”

“How did that happen? Did the computer crash?” Ms. Bustier was looking at her now with more suspicion than sympathy.

“No. Someone deleted it.” Marinette could practically feel Lila’s triumphant smirk beaming behind her.

“Who would do such a thing?”

“I don’t know…” she mumbled. No one was buying this. She knew what she looked like. It was an even less believable story than the old dog-ate-my-homework excuse.

“Well, I’ll give you till tomorrow morning to hand in your essay.” Ms. Bustier’s words were clipped, “But next time I hope that you’ll take your assignments more seriously and not wait till the very last minute to do them.”

“Yes, Ms. Bustier.” she sunk lower in her seat. Class continued on and Marinette spent her entire night trying to recreate the essay. It wasn’t nearly as nice as the one she had before. Barely making it to three pages as the sun poked through her window. At least it was done.

She e-mailed it to Ms. Bustier and collapsed into bed so to get an hour or two of sleep. Her alarm went off way too early for her liking. Too tired to summon the ability to care about anything Marinette pulled herself from bed, threw on a pair of sweatpants and her comfiest t-shirt and hoodie, used her hands as a comb and shuffled downstairs to grab a croissant and tea. Normally she didn’t like using caffeine as a means to keep herself awake cause it only made her heart rate increase without actually waking up her mind. If there was a chance it could work this time though she’d take it.

Marinette trudged up the stairs of the school and dropped into her seat. Lila could set her on fire for all she cared. “Morning Marinette...oh wow.” Alya settled her head next to her bestie’s. “Late night?”

“Shh,” Marinette covered her mouth, “Sleeping.”

“Okay. But I feel it is safe to warn you that the art students: you, Alix, Nathaneal, Marc, and the rest of them are getting those pictures for the newspaper done today.”

“Nooooooooo,” Marinette pulled her hood up further, “I look like crap.”

“Sorry, girl,” Alya rubbed her back, “Maybe there’s a design in the art room you can slip into during photos.”

“That doesn’t help this,” Marinette pointed to her bedhead and dark circles.

“A comb and some concealer will have you looking fresh faced in no time. Now shush, you have a solid five minutes of napping before class starts.”

“Thank you,” Marinette yawned, “Love you.”

Shockingly enough those five extra minutes didn’t do jack for Marinette’s tired mind. Neither did the tea. At least it tasted good. Alya kept having to nudge Marinette awake throughout the lesson. She was starting to wonder if maybe she should have stayed home today. It was a shorter day too so it’s not like she would have missed a whole lot.

The time for pictures came and Alya helped Marinette clean herself up. Her hair was tidier and with some borrowed concealer from Rose she was looking more awake too. Now all that there was left to do was slip into that dress she had hanging up in the art room.

“Hey Marinette,” Marc waved to her, “Is that what you’re wearing for pictures?”

“No, I was gonna--”

“There we are, how do I look?” Lila emerged from the backroom wearing Marinette’s dress. “It wouldn’t stand a chance on real runway but for a college student it’s passable.”

“Lila,” Marinette’s done meter had reached it’s limit, “Get out of my dress.”

“What? Why?” she pouted, “I was only doing it as a favor to you.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been told I make an excellent model and the teacher here said that I could model your designs. That way it shows off your work and my skills.” she gave a little twirl.

No. Lila had done a lot but Marinette was not going to let her parade around in a dress she had put her blood, sweat and tears into. It was the absolute pinnacle of her designs. The scalloped straps, the ruffles of the ballgown, the print she had custom made, the butterfly decal she had hand sewn onto the drop waist. She had put so much effort, care and money into making this dream gown and Marinette didn’t even get to model it. She’d rather pull an ugly step-sister and tear it to shreds than see Lila in it.

“Take it off.” Marinette ground out through clenched teeth.

“What was that?” Lila asked.

“Get out of my dress or I swear I will hold you down and pull you out.”

“Marinette, stop, you’re scaring me.” she curled into herself. Her eyes were wide but not with fright. It was a challenge.

“Chill out, Marinette,” Alix stepped between them, “It’s just a dress. Who cares if she’s wearing it?”

“No. It’s okay,” Lila sniffed, “Marinette made it. She should decide who can wear it.” She made a big show of hanging her head as she marched back towards the backroom.

“Nonsense,” the teacher stopped her, “Lila, wear the dress. Marinette,” he crossed his arms, “If you cannot nurture the dreams of your fellow classmates because of your own pride then I don’t think you should be in these photos.”

“But--”

“Your dress will still appear and we will give you credit but I think it would be in your best interest to go home. Besides, you look exhausted.” he ushered her towards the exit.

Marinette wanted to shout. Scream. Cry. This wasn’t fair! Lila was ruining everything! Still, they disappointed glances mixed with the angry faces of her classmates did her in. She turned tail and ran out of the room. She locked herself in her room and let herself have a good cry. Tikki kept her company, not saying anything but instead being a reassuring presence by her side. Lila may have the whole school wrapped around her finger but Tikki was there. She knew the truth. Everything would sort itself out.

At school the next day Marinette was awake, stylishly dressed, and ready to face anything Lila could throw at her. A group was surrounding Lila’s desk in the back. “Hey Marinette, did you wanna see the newspaper?” Nathaneal popped out from the group.

“Oh sure,” she was still miffed by the whole debacle yesterday but at least her design was out there for everyone to see. Even if it was on Lila.

She skimmed over the article but didn’t see her name anywhere. “Is this continued on another page?” she asked.

“No. It’s all here.” Alix shrugged. “Why?”

“My name…” then she spotted it.

‘Lila Rossi (pictured center), aspiring model, poses like a pro in beautiful ball gown. The dress was designed and created by fellow art student, Margaret Dubois-Peng (not pictured).’

“Oops, looks like the journalist got your name wrong, Marinette,” Lila frowned, “Such a shame. I gave them your name myself. I guess she misheard.”

“Kim,” Marinette called, not taking her eyes off Lila, “Hold me back.”

“From what?”

“From this.” she launched forward and Kim’s arms encircled her waist before she could make it over the desk. “It wasn’t enough that you got me kicked out of the picture but you gave them a wrong name too!”

“Hey, break it up!” Ms. Bustier charged them, “Marinette! What on earth do you think you are doing? I know you are upset but you cannot go around blaming other people for it.”

“Ms. Bustier, I--”

“That is enough. You march yourself down to the principal’s office right now. Maybe by then you’ll have cooled down.”

Everyone in class was glaring at her. Charging Lila hadn’t been a good idea. She couldn’t help it though. Weeks of torment at the hands of this girl had caused her to snap. Not that anyone would believe her. Not after what they had just seen.

The fight gave out and Marinette kept her eyes downcast as she shuffled to the principal’s office. She couldn’t keep living like this. If she didn’t do something soon then Lila could very well get her akumatized. Then where would Paris be? She needed to keep her cool. For the sake of Paris. Marinette literally couldn’t afford the risk of being upset.

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