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hsau2013-05-25 03:07 pm
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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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[ 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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He lingers by Tony's lips when he breaks it, brows still knit like he's tryin to piece something together, mouth still parted and breath playing against Tony's. And then he pulls away completely, settles into his seat and pops his burger into his mouth because it's really oniony and his breath will be major gross. ]
Is that all you want?
'Cause I can't offer that to you, you know that.
[ He takes another sip of milkshake, calmly, oddly so, as much as Tony was when he asked if Steve was a virgin or not. He's not the cleanest eater, he's got a spot of ketchup on the corner of his lip, and he seems to not have noticed. ]
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is there a relationship status for a guy that gives him a lot but still denies him all the same? rejection-acception?? acception isn't even a word tony, get your shit together. ]
I don't know.
[ and that's the truth of it. he doesn't know and he wants to know but he wants steve to just lay it out there. he feels like a stranger in his own car, steve eating as calmly as he is while tony's still pressed to the side of the car slightly flushed and looking confused or maybe frustrated-- probably both. ]
You make me want a lot of things, Cap. It's kind of really annoying, actually.
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[ He finishes up his burger, goodness that was fast, is that a magic trick? And wipes the corners of his mouth and his fingers with a napkin. From what he hears, Tony doesn't exactly coerce people into bed with him, nothing like that, but people don't exactly refuse either. It doesn't really cross anyone's mind-- Tony Stark? Sex is involved.
And he's laying some ground rules that could mean that he'll get driven home and forgotten about, but no one exactly was ever in Steve's position anyway, he's probably the only kid in school who doesn't want on his cock.
The kissing's nice, though, he has to admit. This wouldn't be his first relationship, and he's done... okay, a fair bit of stuff that doesn't involve privates. Or tits, much. Which, actually, maybe not all that much experience, but kissing, he's got that down. It's always fun with someone he likes, obviously, but it's different with Tony. It's the sort of fun that's a challenge instead of passive spectating or something like that.
If he thinks about it, honestly he'd like to find a partner in Tony. He's a good guy, he's smart, he's funny and charming and he'd be great in bed, but Steve knows he'll regret it more if he loses his virginity in the backseat of a car, even if it is a nice one, even if it is with Tony Stark. ]
I guess you do know. What's so wrong with trying it my way?
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[ he says immediately, flatly, eyes dropping. his brows knit tight and he picks at a spot on his shirt for lack of anything else to do, wishing he had something to shove in his mouth (no pun intended) so he could at least not just sit here like a dummy.
and then, mildly, ]
Do you want me to do it your way?