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the high school au meme
1. Post with your character with their name and series in the subject line. Optionally: include a small description of what they're like in the AU. 2. Roll 1-19. or come up with your own scenarios. 4. Play out high school AU times.
1. first day Catch up with old friends, brave new teachers, fight your way through the sea of students, and hope you're in the right classroom. Oh, you're the new kid. Well, that's okay as long as you've got more than enough summer vacation anecdotes to fill ten pages of Times New Roman size 12, single-spaced.
2. first period You're gonna be late! Or are you already there? Class hasn't started just yet, so chat it up or copy your classmate's homework before the teacher gets here.
3. lesson proper You're probably diligently taking notes, looking out the window daydreaming or reciting in class, much to your teacher's delight - or dismay. Try not to be too obvious when counting down the minutes and pass that note as discreetly as possible.
4. faculty Have a bone to pick with your terror math teacher. A crush on the cute chemistry teacher? There might be something you want to ask your homeroom teacher about. In any case, you plan on seeing a faculty member today. Or maybe they plan on seeing you!
5. lunch break Man, you are starving. Hopefully, today's menu has something good. If the crowded cafeteria's not your thing, try the rooftop.
6. hooky One of you is skipping class. You should try talking them out of it if that's your thing.
7. detention What on earth did you do to get this? Oh well. Detention can't be that bad when you've got all these very nice, approachable model students around to talk to.
8. p.e. Baseball, basketball, dodgeball - no matter the sport, just remember: you are the star. It's you. At least, you hope it is.
9. home ec. Sewing! Cooking! ... Try not to burn the school down!
10. lab work Frog dissections! Explosions!
11. school fair/festival Every school has one of these. What's your class doing this year?
12. theater Oh boy, oh boy, being the star of this play is your dream. It isn't? Oh. You're still helping with the props and costumes, right?
13. library If you need to look something up or just want some peace and quiet, this is the place. Whatever you do, shh, people are trying to read.
14. bully Whether they take the form of Nelson Muntz or Regina George, if you choose to meet them at the gym at four o' clock or else, be ready to face the consequences... or maybe you don't have to. Not when someone's here to help you out. (This can go either way - one of the participants can be the bully or someone helping the victim.)
15. tutor You're having trouble with a class or you're trying to make up for the days you were absent. It's a good thing someone was nice enough to offer their assistance.
16. clubs Assuming that you actually have one. Are you writing for the school paper? Part of the student council? The marching band? Maybe you're a member of one of those weird occult clubs or something...
17. prom Do you have a dress? A date? Who are you voting for prom king? Is being on prom committee is driving you crazy? Do you even care?
18. graduation Well, it was fun while it lasted. It's time to say those last words, settle those scores and get ready to grow up.
19. roll again/make your own scenario ( from here ) |
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tony reaches to touch the corner of the handkerchief lightly, frowning openly (loudly) at the sad name their beloved son is something as clunky as rhodey rogers and not something as awesome as rhodey stark. ]
I guess that makes me the wife, huh.
[ he palms his chin then and looks at steve more openly, saying mild and light, ]
Tony Rogers. Anthony Rogers. Are you gonna get me a ring? We can't have a kid out of wedlock.
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[ He raises an eyebrow as if he'd been issued a challenge (well, considering Tony won't let this family thing go) and digs through his backpack casually and pulls out the little inkwell of his graphics tablet (he'd won it in an art contest online; no way can he afford an intuous). It secretly opens up to extra pen nibs and there's a little ring in the center that's supposed to take out the nibs; it's so small that it could probably only fit around Tony's pinky, but Steve definitely didn't ask for a husband. Or a marriage.
He gets out of his chair onto one knee anyway, since everyone else is filling out their papers and giggling over baby photos and deciding what kind of doctor their egg kid is going to be when they grow up. Steve twists open his inkwell and holds it up. ]
Marry me, sweetheart.
[ Now everyone in class is looking at them, and Steve's waiting for an answer. The tone of his voice is so cheesy that for anyone who isn't Steve Rogers, it would be obviously fake. But seventy percent of the class is wondering if he's serious, not in asking Tony for his hand in marriage but at least in being interested in him. ]
Anthony.... [ quick glance at his school id ] E. Stark, will you take my name?
[ Fifty percent. ]
[ And now Steve's aware of everyone around him. That makes Steve both mortified and urges him to continue. ]
I know I've really only talked to you since the beginning of this class, but I think you're the one for me and I want to be there for baby Rhodey.
[ 3.5 percent, but only because one kid's asleep. ]
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I expected diamonds but I guess I can settle.
[ he's watched enough movies and reality specials to know that women scream and cry but he's always liked the thought of being a rich bitch, cold as ice. he swivels back toward the desk and scoops rhodey's container closer, shooting steve a scathing look, ]
It's the least you could've done to make up for ruining my figure.
[ and then a head tilt, tapping his cheek. ]
Seal it.
[ with a kiss. you started this rogers, end it now. ]
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You're still beautiful to me, darling.
[ And then pulls him in for a kiss, on the corner of his lips, missing the mark on his cheek entirely but not quite a full kiss, just in case that's too uncomfortable. In this scenario, Steve's definitely marrying into money, couldn't afford to breathe on half the stuff Tony owns. And in this scenario, he probably knocked Tony up and he's lucky that they're getting married instead of Steve getting bought out by Howard, told never to come into their lives again.
Tragic, really.
Tony really would be a rich bitch, one of those gorgeous dames that just look and dress like old money, out on business, catches Steve's eye from across the room and of course he's immediately gone.
In this scenario, Steve's the kind gentleman, charmingly old-fashioned, wants to steal Tony away from her highbrow uptown society, be real swell to her unlike all the upper-east side guys who wouldn't appreciate her at all.
Yeah, this might have gone a little too far.
--But in this little fantasy, if you could call it that, Steve's so in love that it doesn't matter.
Softly, he places a hand on Tony's, on the one surrounding Rhodey's crib, like hey, we're in this together. Apparently. And there's a whole story and everything. ]
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he just doesn't get you, rogers. you seem so much one way and then you dive the other. he humors the thought that maybe the captain of the team isn't such a stuck up moral touting prude but that seems pretty laughable. he wonders what he's thinking when he curls in close, how far he plans to take this joke. no one's paying attention anymore and tony's feeling bold and impulsive, slides his hand from under steve's to snag his chin and turn his face enough that he could catch his mouth in a chaste but challenging kiss. like you started this, i'm ending it.
the bell clichely rings then and he breaks with a smile, pushing the egg toward him. ]
Be gentle with Rhodey, babe.
[ and then he's gone, away in the crowd.
it haunts him all day, the way steve's lips feel, the thought of what steve thought about it and he obsesses quietly all through lunch about what steve's doing, where he is, who he's with to the point he hassles his number from a cheerleader, texts him as casually as possible, ]
how's rhodes? im having separation anxiety...
t.
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He forgets about the kiss by lunch... well, sort of, he's reminded everytime he looks over at Rhodey. But he's basically forgotten until he gets the text, and he fires back: ]
He's good. Slept like an egg.
He can't wait to see his mama.
Meet me before practice at the locker room?
-S.
[ Maybe he should have picked somewhere else, somewhere more neutral, like the library or the cafeteria. But honestly, coach is gonna rag on his ass if he's late, and he definitely wants to spend as much time as possible (like a whole two minutes' worth) talking to Tony again about this. He can get dressed while they talk, that's alright.
He there when the time comes, Rhodey on the bench and Steve opening his locker. Nobody would dare crack the egg, because they all respect Captain Rogers. ]
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see you then ;)
t.
[ before soundly putting his phone away and refusing to look at it again until it was time. school had for the most part emptied out apart from the lucky few who remained a few hours longer for band or sports or whatever extra curricular activities could convince kids to not go home yet. tony didn't mind not going home, honestly-- his dad wasn't there most of the time and the stark manor was pretty large and intimidating, especially lonely with no one else there.
tony breezes into the lockeroom like he owns the place, waving to a few, loudly sharing exclamations with a few others and when he spies steve, he beelines, coming up behind him, feeling suddenly bold. he eyes the egg before slipping a cold hand up the back of steve's shirt, fingers brushing up his spine as he lifts on toes to kiss his cheek. ]
Hi, honey. Miss me?
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Of course I did, pumpkin.
[ It's way too easy to play along. ]
You're wearing my ring.
[ He almost sounds surprised. ]
I've got practice until four thirty. Do you want to take Rhodey tonight?
[ He turns in Tony's arms and just stays there in a close embrace, like they're sweethearts who need to talk about something important. Up close, Tony smells nice and Steve finds something oddly enchanting about him.
It's definitely the smile. It could melt ice, wrap Steve up in furs on a cold day. Steve's always been attracted to him, not romantically really but more like just in a way where he thinks Tony is interesting and wants to get to know him. Their groups of friends are different and they don't participate in the same activities.... So this is the first time they've interacted, really.
It's really a shame. He kind of likes this. ]
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[ the accepts the kiss for what it is, not drawing away but not really taking one like he had earlier. not enough people seem to give a shit that they're acting like this (it already got around anyway that they were fake married now over a goddamn egg, clint's mystery crush was a bigger scandal now) and tony knows that means he should let up but he doesn't mind it, standing there against steve with his arms tossed lazily over his shoulders. ]
Of course I'm wearing your ring.
[ that's what spouses do, right? wear each others rings and have white picket fences and two and a half egg children. his fingers tilt to brush up against the nape of his neck and into the short of his hair there, stroking almost affectionately, the smile that follows a mix of curious and shy-- as shy as tony gets anyway. this was like a whole new world of weird flirting for him and steve really fucking got under his skin half the time but the guy was playing along and that's enough to keep tony curious and toeing his limits. ]
You sure you trust me alone with our child? I hear I'm clumsy. Irresponsible. Annoying. Oh, and self obsessed. That's a good one.
[ sound familiar, rogers? ]
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You're also self-aware.
[ This started off as a joke, really, but now it's all in good fun and he catches himself wondering what happens when this assignment is over and they go back to being strangers. He worries his thumbs at Tony's sides, so close to him feeling like this is something they do everyday. ]
And of course I trust you alone with our son; it's part of the assignment.
You're also the smartest kid on the East Coast, right? You'll think of something.
[ He looks at his watch and then untangles himself from Tony's arms. ]
Practice is starting. I'll be a star someday, get you a real ring, take you on a honeymoon. Don't forget it, darling.
[ He smiles so big and genuine that it's somewhat awkward, since he's otherwise not a good liar at all. Something about this is different, maybe because they're both aware it's a lie and that no harm can come from it. He takes Tony's hands and lifts them from his neck, but steals one last peck before he goes to pull on his uniform (gross, probably, though he cleans it often). ]
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he juts his hands into his pockets and peers down at little rhodey there in his little egg nest and smiles back not because he wants to but because steve's smile is infectious and he can't help himself. ]
A honeymoon, huh?
[ he asks mildly as steve pulls on his uniform, toeing at the ground idly, scuffing the side of his shoe there. he resists the urge to reach out and touch his stomach before it's gone and stares openly there at his stomach, appraising, distantly thoughtful. suddenly, he feels bold and dangerous-- the kind of impulse tony stark gets often, a sort of immensely destructive play on chance. maybe he can get exactly what he wants or maybe steve will completely shut down and shut him out and never speak to him again. his brows draw and he tries to convince himself to sleep on it but he'd rather not live with what if's, ]
Steve, I think we should have sex.
[ you know, get whatever this was out of the way. mildly after, ]
Maybe just fool around. Something like that.
[ he hesitates and gestures to rhodey, speaking in a stage whisper, ]
After we put the kid to bed, of course.
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Not until the honeymoon, sweetheart. I took a vow of celibacy.
[ He did actually, not until marriage, just until love, just so he wouldn't regret his first time. But he's not about to throw that away for a lab partner who didn't know he existed three hours ago. Or... well, you know, non-existent as a real human being, just as some name with a face that walked through the halls of his High School.
It's... okay, it's weird, and he never formally did anything. He just... prayed for himself, that he could live a normal life and find a nice girl who wanted to wait with him, things like that. ]
I can kiss you some more. After practice. Text me.
[ They can maybe get together and hang out, or something. Something normal. Would that be a date? Would they be dating? Yeah, this is a really weird situation, but Tony's kind of a weird guy, so... ]
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it wasn't like he hadn't made sexual conquests a thing at some point anyway, having tried his fair share of strange and new things. he frowns and decides to really lay one on him to give him something to think about during practice. he's a guy, he knows how they work and how once something gets there deep in your mind it's hard to shake it. at least, he hopes a fucking straight laced asshole like steve works that way too. ]
Hey--
[ he says lightly, snagging him by the front of his uniform and dragging him in closer, hands rising immediately to cup his face; he has to lift on his toes to really catch his mouth right, his kiss eager and imploring, more of a real kiss than any of the little chaste things they had shared playfully thus far. when it breaks he lingers close, smiles and says low, ]
Catch you later, superstar.
[ before drawing away completely, snagging up rhodey and exiting like he owned the damn place, pleased as punch. tony waits a little longer than he should to finally text steve, not wanting to seem too eager (as if he hadn't already). he's at a local drive in diner which was just a short walking distance from their school; he's there with a half drank milkshake and some fries and rhodey in the passenger seat, buckled in like that would help anything and his seat pushed back so he could cross his ankles on the dahsboard. ]
come to mel's
i bought you a milkshake :)
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It's not like Steve hasn't kissed anybody before, and it wasn't the best kiss he'd ever had, but it sort of... it was just a shock, and it lingers with him like a perfume. He can't get it out of his mind.
When he gets in the car, he moves Rhodey to the dashboard and then leans in and greets Tony with a kiss, as enthusiastic as Tony's but with hours of anticipation built in, pushing Tony back, hands braced on the shoulders of the carseat. It's not a comfortable position, so when he breaks away, he stays just for a brief second and then situates himself firmly in the passenger's side, grabbing the milkshake and sipping on it. ]
You drank the milkshake you promised me.
[ Seriously, they're going to need to get another one. ]
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he sinks into his seat, feeling restless and unsure what to do with himself, toes knocking idly because dude, not fair. he was supposed to leave steve frustrated, not end up stuck in a small space with the guy that rejected his advances but still kisses him like there's something there. ]
I didn't know if you'd come.
[ he knew, honestly. he tried to give himself reasons why steve wouldn't but he had a hunch and his hunches are usually pretty spot on. he realizes then the double entendre there and his brows shoot up but he doesn't vocalize it because ha ha ha no one will be coming anytime soon, thanks. what a bitter, blueballed life he leads. and he realizes tangentially that he could just go fuck someone else but once he's fixated, it's hard to defocus. he wants up on whatever steve has going on and it's about all he can manage to think about. like-- what his thighs look like naked and how his butt dimples look and the way he moves when he fucks because tony's pretty sure the guy has something good hidden under all that celibate bullshit.
he chews his lip distractedly, eying steve in an eerie, appeasing silence. finally, he responds, ]
Is that all you want? [ he lets the implication sit before continuing, ] Just a milkshake?
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[ Steve blinks, and then cranes his neck and squints to look over. ]
I came right after practice, so I'm starving. I could eat five burgers, probably.
[ He flashes one of those cute all-American smiles, because that's silly and also not very polite to do on a date, wolf down burgers like some dumb jock. Yeah, alright, bring out the hair gel and like three pizza pies too. ]
The baby was nice, right? He takes after you, you know, in that he's a lot of trouble.
[ Apparently he likes playing along with this a little too much, but on the bright side he's in his varsity jacket and goodness he looks so high school and big and quarterback.
Honestly, Tony's a catch, Steve would actually consider really dating him, if he didn't know Tony's rep for trying girls and boys on for size the way people would go to clothes fittings. He doesn't want his heart broken over some playboy he should know better than to go out with for real, so he'll just enjoy this while it's kosher to play along. ]
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honestly, all he wants to do is feel like a lucky freshman and kiss the quarterback. ]
That so.
[ he says flatly, shooting him a sidelong suspicious look coupled with a restrained smile. he plucks a fry from the container tucked into his cup holder and reaches to plunk it right into steve's cup, hoping it ruins his milkshake a little. ]
I think I'm great, actually. No trouble here.
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I was joking.
[ The thing is, he wasn't really, everyone says Tony is a handful and only a very small group of select people ever want to deal with him, most of the teachers have just given up. Of course they'll still write him great college recommendations because he's fucking brilliant, comes to school and goofs off and could still teach all the classes he takes, be valedictorian, and somehow make everything he touches suddenly the next new coolest thing.
Steve catches that blush though, and he's honestly flattered. So there he is, trying to pry Tony back to a regular position, bargaining with him over little kisses because he can't receive them if his knees are to his chest. ]
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[ his heart pitter patters quicker when steve tries to get him to unwind, turning away from the offered kisses at first with a widening smile. hard to get never suited him honestly, even if he wished it did. ]
Back off, man, you've got diary breath.
[ he laughs, teasing because he'd rather kiss the caramel from his lips again than anything else. so like that he turns and leans into steve, pulling on his jacket collar to keep him close, rewarding him with a sweet and almost shy kiss. almost. apart from the tongue he slips. ]
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The thing about Tony is, everyone thinks he's got his eggs in a basket and he's going to go far and he's just some jerk who can't wait to get out of this small town and go write his name in the sky. And Steve, well, he thinks Tony is all those things and he's just content to be the homecoming king, but he sees a little bit of Tony that isn't just high-rises and board rooms.
He's fun, he's funny, he's witty and charming and not even in the whole fake salesman sort of way, which some people seem to think. Tony's got soul, he just covers it up in lacquer and rhinestones.
Steve pulls away, hand still on Tony's neck, staying close for a bit. ]
You're a good kisser, but I really am hungry. I'll be right back.
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[ he says simply and for once it's not a command but a little pleading. stay his eyes say and he hates that he probably looks a little pathetic, tilting forward to try and close that space again. fuck it, he thinks. he's never not just taken what he wants and he wants steve and it'll be a cold day in hell the day he can't get a guy to fuck around with him.
part of him thinks it's the principle of the thing-- that he's go too much ego to sit and let someone tell him no-- but honestly, he's just spoiled on his on ambition and overachieving. everything comes so easily to tony be it people or grades that failing in any respect to actually get something felt wrong. he didn't wallow though, he was tenacious and earned it, always. girls, boys, achievements, honors, it didn't matter. some guys bought their way to the top but tony was a fighter, even if he felt a little ridiculous for it sometimes.
that's why people think he's obnoxious and that's why he gets under peoples skin. he's got walk to back his talk. and now he wants to fucking walk.
he takes another kiss, chaster than before and it's surprisingly sweet, lingering as he playfully licks steve's lips, just a quick upward stroke of his tongue. he smiles and it crinkles his eyes, ]
Get me more fries?
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[ He gets out of the car and when Tony's not looking, touches his lips where he was just kissed. It tingles a little bit, from the sensation, wasn't even the duration or anything of a good kiss but it leaves his stomach doing flips. He licks his lips and is suddenly aware of the drumbeat in his chest as he goes to order them some more food.
It's a balmy night, the sound of cars and laughter and old-timey music and the smell of grease and fries and asphalt mixed with fresh-cut grass. An ice cream truck is making a last round and Steve feels right at home. He gets back in the car with enough food to feed a small family, fries for Tony and a banquet for himself. A new milkshake, too, a big one, with two straws stuck in. ]
Wanna kiss me again before I get onion on my breath?
[ Because look okay, this place has great caramelized onions and Steve never passes those up. ]
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[ he says, even though the answer is yes. he doesn't though, just smiles coyly and snags his fries, shifting in his seat to face steve better. ]
I don't know why we weren't friends before.
[ yes he does. they didn't get each other (he still doesn't really get steve) and they clashed over dumb things and steve was a prude and tony was the complete opposite. hard, fast, reckless. that being said, he feels demure as fuck watching steve, picking at his fries one by one, ]
Maybe 'cause I couldn't kiss you before.
[ and then, mildly, ]
Are you a virgin?
so i was going to send your gift tomorrow but i left it in pennsylvania...
[ Yeah of course he would, and no one really cares. Steve cares about his books, cares about his games, and cares about his momma and his best friend. Sex is, of course, notoriously absent from that list. The football team doesn't even care, and Steve plays so well on the field that coach jokingly suggested they live like Rogers and stop trying to chase tail. Well okay, he didn't put it like that, but still. ]
And I never knew you wanted to. You could've asked me to homecoming or something.
[ A group of girls all wanted to ask him and then all chickened out and made a pact not to, or so he heard later in locker room gossip when he showed up stag. He showed up with Bucky to all his dances at his old school, so he wasn't aware that was like social suicide at this one. They told him he got a pass because he's new and hot. Oh, and weirdly popular, which is so strange for him.
Before he unwraps his burger, he softly takes Tony by the back of his neck and kisses him soundly, but it's chaste and almost romantic. It goes full on when he sifts his hand into Tony's curls, wrapping them around his fingers and just kind of holding him there. ]
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of course if he was more self aware he'd realize that he'd already started to make plans to ease steve into the world of the sexually experienced in a way that would make it enjoyable, even if that implied he thought he was the right partner. he'd probably argue he's the right partner for just about anyone, though. ]
I didn't ask anyone to homecoming.
[ he says deadpan and glances off to a group of kids sitting at a table, ]
I wouldn't go with someone who wouldn't put out anyway--
[ and then steve's kissing him and it's like the air is squeezed out of his lungs in the most weirdly pleasant way. he wants to resist or protest because his pride begs him to but he can't-- he folds easy under his mouth, a hand rising quick to twist into steve's shirt. god, he's living a fucking nicholas sparks novel and he hates himself for it. ]
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