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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.
3. ???

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

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[It's that time of year again. The annual Powderpuff Football Game that takes place the month before the senior ball, which pays for the venue while the senior fundraisers and the tickets cover the rest of the expenses.

People are dressed in school colors, the more enthusiastic putting streaks in their hair. The cheerleaders and their friends are in football jerseys, even Letha, though with the baby she's watching from the bench. The normal football team, and those lucky enough to be friends with the cheerleaders, are relegated to playing cheerleaders for the game. Some of the boys wear the top and shorts, some of the them wear shorts underneath, and some of them, like Roman, go for the whole thing.

He's got the legs to pull it off, as the girls had insisted. Long, slender, shaved smooth, and he wears the shin-high athletic socks with sneakers he bought just for this (they're not his usual style, but he's got the money, so why the fuck not?). The skirt is short and flared, and the top fits snug over his flat chest, straps hanging from his thin shoulders. Green and black accents his eyes, and there's something ironic about the wolf printed on the shirt above the letters 'HGHS'. Most boys actually wearing the skirt make a joke of it, with balloons for breasts and glitter makeup, but Roman just wears it with his hair loose instead of gelled back, and a perpetual grin.

He grabs his books off his desk as the bell rings, fucking finally. There's an hour before they start getting set up for the game, and he wanders over to his locker, shoving the books in and grabs his pompoms as he looks over at Peter, leaning against his locker as he shoves it closed.

[ Peter was starting to think this school had the strangest traditions ever seen. He past a few girls in football jerseys with an arch eyebrow as he jumped up the stairs. Unlike most of the school, Peter is dressed in his normal crappy band shirt and pale blue plaid shirt. He did'nt actually have that many clothes when it came down to it. Part of his life of always moving around. He adjusted the strap of his bag as he pasted a few boys in cheerleaders, with a little scoff. At least they were getting into it. He shook his head as he even saw mini Hemingway in bright colors.

He finally made it to his locker as he shoved some books into the small space. It seemed he was always the odd one out at this school, though, it was a first for not wearing a skirt.

The Gypsy just shakes his head as he closes his locker and turns away and then his breath catches his throat as he just freaking stares. There is Roman. Long pale legs and looking fucking more amazing then any girl he'd ever seen in anything, ever. Peter just stares over at Roman, you could almost hear his brain fizzle as he tried to fiqure out something to say.]

[ Oh, Roman grins as he sees Peter staring, looking at him and clearly trying to find something to say. Oh, he loved this. Not just the outfit (though he enjoyed it more than he was letting on) but the way that his mouthy fucking gypsy boy seemed struck speechless. One hand goes to the curve of a hipbone, where the skirt sits, that slight way he shifts hips to the side just slightly (more) provocative. ]

Ra ra ra..

[ It's low, teasing as he rattles his pompoms, and more ironic that anything to do with team spirit. Goes to figure that even if you managed to get Roman tangled up in something like this, it would still end up being all about him. His eyes glint, his lips full and almost smug as he watches Peter. With the way that Roman leans against his locker, his top pulls up, exposes a small stripe of skin just below his bellybutton. His torso is long, and so it's just a little too short; just enough to make these seem like some naughty Halloween costume instead of a girls' athletic outfit. ]

Like what you see, Rumancek?

[ His eyebrows just keep being raised as the other makes a small attempt at joining the cheer squad but he's a little distract by those legs and that skirt. Even the sight of Roman's skinny chest exposed where a girls boobs would be, it's all just..hot. It's the last words that finally have him snapping out of his daze and walks closer, adjusting his backstrap as a distraction to himself as he finally closes the distance between them. Those lips are as distracting as ever, as are Roman's bright eyes.]

More just suddenly wishing I was on the football team.

[ He mused as he ran his eyes up and down the other again as he clicked his tongue.]

Out of curiosity. What underwear are you wearing? You know, just so I'm aware?

[He arches an eyebrow at the question, briefly casting an eye to the thinning foot traffic of people heading to get food before the game. He was thinking this was going to be more fun, and so he grins, looks at Peter and laughs softly. Roman's always been sexual, inviting; the way that Peter looks at him just makes him ache for it.]

I'm not that sort of girl, you know.

[ It's teasing, and he's grinning because, yeah, maybe he is. Peter pushes him, makes him twist and arch and beg. Peter says filthy things and makes him feel soft and pretty and kind of like a slut, but he likes it.]

So, either guess or try and find out.

[ There a'nt that many people watching them, at least it's not like Roman's not the only boy wearing a skirt today though, he's by far the hottest. Peter is just tilting his head as he leans against the locker as he gives a little chuckle before ducking his head.]

You sure? You seem sort of slutty. Sucking off the whole football team and all that.

[ He's just smirking as he shakes his head at the other. It's fun to tease and banter as he leans in closer, ingoring the people milling around.]

I'm betting white panties. Did you still your moms or something?

[ They always banter. Throw jibes and insults and jokes, it's always just been part of how they exist together, but that comment feels different. It widens those green eyes, trembles his lips and flushes pale skin with a hint of pink. It's like the other night, when Peter presses, says deliciously filthy things, and there's a part of Roman that likes it. ]

You trying to say you want to watch next time?

[ He tries to play it off, a hint of humor on his lips. He tries to pretend it doesn't turn him on, but he's never been that great at hiding things, emotions running high and spilling out through the cracks. ]

Wrong on both counts. How many guesses should I give you? Three?

[ Peter is the exact counterpart to Roman. The other couldn't hide things while Peter hid most of his reactions from people. A slender eyebrow was raised as he noted that pretty blush on the other boys face with a little chuckle. Filthy things came easily to Peter, it's not like he had any shame either.]

That'd be hot.

[ He said simply as he pressed his lips together and nodded as if it was a serious issue. Peter just sighed as he guessed wrong before he clicked his tongue.]

Damn. G-string?

[ Hey it was the next best guess.]

Or am I going wrong gender? Trunks?

Black thong, actually. And here I was gonna give you a prize if you got it right.

[ He tries to grin, play it off as another flirtation, but he's distracted. It's so hot, somehow, the way that Peter's filthy, presses at kinks Roman didn't even quite know he had. Like this, treating him like a slut, and he's leaning in, dragging delicate fingers against his side. ]

Yeah? You really want to watch me with someone else's cock down my throat? Pervert.

[ As if he has any room to talk. He's still flushed, his breath uneven, those things he can't hide that give him away. ]

Black thong? Really? What was the prize? Dinner with Shelley?

[ And Peter just turns his head to watch those fingers moved across his sides. It seems the other was'nt all that shy about being in public, he shouldn't really be so surprised. Not like Roman cared about his reputation. A smirk slid onto his face as he leaned closer to the other boy, his eyes dropping to those plump lips. He could almost see them begging around his cock.]

Oh I don't know. Could be hot to see you passed around like a dirty slut..cum all over your face from an entire team. Used again and again.

[ His words were light and soft but almost a whisper, as if it was a secret. He leaned back after a moment.]

Besides, in that skirt. You can make anyone a pervert.

I was going to let you pick your prize.

[ It's said with a grin, and for a moment, he thinks he can deal with this, that he can push them back to that usual space of flirtation and teasing comments, even when they're standing too close. Giving him a blowjob honestly would be easier, less questionable than the way Peter talks to him. But then Peter's talking to him again, and Roman's all wide-eyes, staring into those blues, flushed and hard in his skimpy underwear as Peter talks about seeing him passed around.

It's humiliating, and no one has ever dared talk to the Godfrey heir like this. He gasps on a sharp breath, and it's almost a moan whispered in the space between them. He shouldn't like this, but he does anyway. Likes being pretty in his pleated skirt, likes how Peter looks at him as he says things like dirty slut. ]

Fuck, Peter...

[ If this was a game, he was pretty sure he just lost. ]

Really now? I could think of a few things I'd choose. It's a pity.

[ Flirting and dirty talk had always come easy to Peter. Perhaps it was part of the gypsy's ways, Destiny certainly had a feel for it. Peter just smirks at that reaction, watching the others eyes go wide and that all to familiar tell rush across the others face. Roman could'nt help but give out vibes when he liked something.

His glances around, the halls were more or less empty, most of the students and staff heading to the field to watch the girls tackle each over so Peter did'nt feel bad when he reached a hand out to slip between those pretty legs and up his ass though them. He could feel the thin straps of the thong with a smirk.]

Slut.

[ He teased before he pulled his hand back and leaned his back against the locker, smirking over at him. Oh yeah. He totally won.]

[ Roman's thighs parted, making it easier as Peter's hand slipped between his legs, up over his ass, mostly bared by that thin slip of black fabric. He gasped, shivered at the feeling as he leaned back against his locker. As if the things they were saying weren't bad enough, the fact of having Peter's hand up his skirt was hot in a whole different sort of way. Something girlish, as well as being dirty. ]

Maybe I'll let you choose anyway...

[ A low murmur of words that followed after that short, muffled moan. Slender body trembling as he leaned softly into Peter's space. He liked it, the things that Peter said, the way he looked at him, touched him.]

[ Peter secretly loved the way the other just parted his legs for him, opened up to him. Shivered when he spoke or blushed. It was like those secret reactions were only for him. Only he got to make Roman so..wanton in a skirt. Like another layer to whatever relationship the two shared. He was amused as the others body almost followed his hand when he took it back, the other leaning into his space.]

Yeah?...And what if I just want to push aside your thong and fuck you in that uniform? Just bend you over and give it to the spoiled rich slut you are?

[ He purred as his hand this time slid between Roman's legs again but this time his fingers brushed the others front as his head leaned in to grin at the taller ooy.]

You're fucking breathtaking in those clothes..

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[ In a way, they were secrets just for him. There really wasn't anyone else he'd have let touch him like this; maybe one of the girls could have talked him into something, but it wouldn't have been like this. His breath caught at the question, a soft, wanton noise that hummed on his lips as he nodded before he could find his breath. ]

Yes. Yes. Fuck yes, Peter..

[ He wanted it. He wanted Peter, he wanted the way he called him a spoiled rich slut. There was a soft moan as those fingers slipped under his skirt again, brushing against his aching cock trapped inside that small, skimpy piece of underwear. He swallowed at the way Peter called him breathtaking.]

Maybe I'll wear them for you again sometime.

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[ Peter just smirked at that, his hand reached out to wrap around Roman's side and hold the small of his back as he tugged that boy towards him with a very amused smirk on his face.]

Oh yeah Romy? A skirt huh? All for me? Kinky.

[ He just chuckled as he grinned over at the other, his hand reaching down to spank that ass again.]

So. Wanna go watch the big game?

[ He gave a little fake cheer before giving him a look. The last thing Peter wanted to do was go sit down and play nice but hey, it was an option.]

[ Roman smiles as Peter pulls the slender boy toward him, the gypsy looking like the fucking cat with a bird in its mouth. Figures. He gasped, body jerking, rocking up onto the balls of his feet as Peter unexpectedly slapped his ass through the fabric of that cheerleaders' skirt. ]

Not unless you intend to bend me over under the bleachers.

[ He answers with a crooked grin, that quickly thins when he realizes he's not sure if Peter would take him up on it. The moment when he realizes that he would probably let him, even though it was a terrible idea. But, there is something hot about it. Peter bending him over, fucking him in a skirt and a thong under the bleachers. No doubt giving at least a couple curious students an eyeful of Roman clinging to cross-beams as the gypsy boy rocked into him.

Probably not exactly a good idea. Nothing remotely like a good idea, in fact. But it was still kind of hot, in that slutty sort of way that Peter seemed to pull out of him. ]

Well...

[ Peter just smirked at that, as he ran the idea though his mind. It was a hot image. His hand covering the others mouth as he but pounded the moans out of the other boy. Having him cum in into his thong but Linda had warned him to keep his head down, no doubt fucking the richest boy in two in a miniskirt would not be fitting that bill at all. He just ran his hand over that ass a few times before shaking his head.]

Well, you're a slut so I have no doubt you'd love the boys getting all hard over the show. Girls bathroom? [ He asked before he licked his lips with a smirk.] Ooooh. How about the Christian meeting room?

[ It was a hot thought, but admittedly not low-key for either of them. Thankfully, Olivia didn't exactly have social circles, but there was still that threat that she'd find out somehow, if it got around school, as it no doubt would in the wake of the spreading werewolf rumors.

It makes him shiver as fingers run over his ass, the way Peter calls him a slut, talks about the boys getting hard at the show. And yeah, he does like the idea of it... Watching Peter fuck him in that pleated skirt and getting turned on. ]

Girls' bathroom. If you're gonna go for fucking in front of windows, the bleachers would be more fun.

[ He grins, leans into Peter's body, leaning in to slowly nip at his lips in the empty hall, affectionate and enticing. ]

[ That little nip made him smile, it was hard to deny that it was sweet when Roman was this affectionate. There was a little feeling in the pit of his tummy that did a flip at the sweet gestures. He clicked his tongue at the words before he wiggled his eyebrows a little.]

Bleachers it is.

[ Sure, it was'nt exactly the best place to do it but with the werewolf attacks going on in town. It was sort of hit and miss when Linda was going to pack the up and leave. Peter pressed borederline loving kiss again against the others lips as his hand gave that ass a squeeze before he slipped out from under the other boy and linked fingers with him, tugging him towards the football game.]

[ It wasn't the best place to have sex if they didn't want to start up rumors, and quite frankly there were already enough rumors about Peter with the bodies turning up and the fact that he was a gypsy. But Roman didn't care. Let people say what they wanted, let them watch if they could get a good view. ]

What kind of whore do you think I am, Rumancek?

[ It was teasing, and there was a smile on his lips as he leaned in, meeting that soft kiss, kissing back as fingers squeezed against his ass. His fingers curling with Peter's, letting the gypsy boy lead him out onto the field where the game was in full swing. Since it had already started, it was easy enough to slip in, even though Peter didn't have a ticket. ]

Easy. Mine.

[ He teased with a flick of his smile as they walked. At least one of the benefits of this school was they more or less expected you to go to there crappy sporting events, so it was pretty easy to finally slip in. Peter spotted Letha in the stands and gave her a little friendly wave, which she returned with one of her own. He glanced over at the game with an arch of an eyebrow, watching the girls tackle each other for a moment before looking over at Roman.]

Shall we..?

[ Those words twisted something in his chest. Mine. He'd never colored Peter as possessive, but secretly, quietly, he liked it. It made his pulse flutter, and not just because of what they were about to do. He didn't like how Letha looked at Peter, the way she lit up. They should talk about, of course, but Letha hardly talked to him that much these days. Roman wasn't the sort to reach out and extend olive branches.

He laughed, grinning as he pulled Peter under one of the other bleachers, fingers curling in his hair and pulling him in for a kiss. His beautiful gypsy. Roman couldn't admit it to himself, not yet, but Peter wasn't the only one with a possessive streak. He pulled away with a grin, moving over to where he could brace his hands against the metal supports. ]

You gonna fuck me, or just talk about it, gypsy?

[ Peter was'nt the most possessive person, part of how he lived was never really putting too much value you in things that you could lose. Well, other then his cat. He loved his cat. But Roman was different, it was like he claimed him and at the same did'nt. Some random place in the middle. Mine just felt right.

He did'nt get much time to ponder on Letha as Roman suddenly tugged him away under the bleaches and any thoughts of the pretty blond were knocked way by that kiss. Peter just chuckled as he stood where he was just to soak in the sight of the other leaning against the metal, that short skirt and those beautiful legs. He was too hot for words. He just shook his head and moved forward and pushed those legs apart with his hand before moving his own between them to grab the others not unsizable cock.]

Just enjoying the outfit while I can.

[ Roman's breath hitched, fluttered eyelashes as hands pressed his legs apart, putting his body even more on display for Peter's eyes than just the way he was bent forward and braced against the metal of the bleachers. Fingers moving to grab Roman's achingly hard cock through the thin fabric of his panties. He moaned, his back arching as his hips pressed into Peter's rough fingers. ]

If you like it that much, maybe I'll wear a skirt again sometime. You pervert.

[ As if Roman wasn't, as if he wasn't bent over and begging Peter to fuck him while he was dressed like a cheerleader. As if that hadn't been the entire reason he'd played along with this at all (it was). ]

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