High School (AU) Romance Meme

Mostly because I'm surprised we've never had this kind of meme before. We love high school AUs. We love romance. Why not combine those into a glorious mix?

Your teen years are important, formatively speaking. You're trying to find out just where you belong and what kind of person you're going to be. This already daunting task is complicated by the soul-sucking demon known as high school. If you weren't having a hard time before coming here, you certainly are now.

Add into this mixture raging hormones, and baby, you've got a misery stew cooking. But it's not all bad! Sometimes high school crushes can be sweet, and the occasional high school relationship lasts.

So whether you're too cool or distracted for romance or always on to the next good looking stud, come on down and try to navigate the romantic labyrinth that is the halls of Bakerstreet High.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character and preferences. Needless to say, aging down and AUing is welcomed and probably necessary. Have fun with it! Feel free to include a short blurb about your character's Bakerstreet High self. Are they popular? The class clown? A drifter? A band geek?
Comment to others.
Use the RNG. Or not.

PROMPTS

childhood: You've known each other forever. Puberty has changed a couple of things, though.
friends to more: Best buds, right? Can you let a little crush get between you?
always there for you: You've seen the person you've liked for forever get hurt time and time again, always offering a shoulder to cry on. You should make your own move, unless you're content in the background forever.
bad boy/good girl: Or bad girl/good boy, or bad boy/good boy...there's a certain appeal.
the innocent: They're the delicate little pure flower of the school. Do you genuinely want to date them or is this a mission for corruption.
smitten puppy: You know the type. Always following the object of their adoration around. Don't you want to sweep them off their feet and show them there's other fish in the sea?
the ice queen/king: You have to defrost them.
10 things: You were challenged to ask them out or bed them, but shit got real.
never noticed anyone before: You'll never be into all this love and sex stuff. Your classmates are crazy - wait, who's that? Your face is flushing. Why?
never noticed: This person's always been there for you. You feel silly that you've never noticed.
the unattainable: Is the school's hottest cheerleader or football player really all that high above you?
follow you until you love me: It's not stalking! You just happen to be in the same place as them...all the time.
hate at first sight: You hate their guts but you can't stay away.
sudden hottie: Were they always so bangin', or did taking off their glasses or pulling down their ponytail do that much?
too shy, too blind: you're too shy to tell them how you feel. you also don't see that they clearly feel the same.
kindness counts: They were kind to you, which is a pretty big deal in high school especially if you're an outcast, and you can't help nursing an even bigger crush.
sudden attraction: You're the kind who falls instantly and hard.
always on the move: You change crushes or dates like underwear. Maybe this one is the one, though.
nerd love: Both of you are social pariahs. At least you have each other.
into older people: He or she is the kind of teen who's so mature and always dating college students or even real adults. But you can change their mind about their peers, right?
differences in social classes: One of you is popular, the other so not. Can you make it work, or will the popular part be ashamed?
opposites attract: Sometimes, the weirdos get the hottest babes.
awkward confessions: You want to get your feelings out into the open - curse your voice cracking.
asking you out: You'll totally borrow your dad's car to take them to the movies. Or here, here's your letterman jacket. Go steady?
parents don't understand: Your parents want to keep you apart or are too tragically uncool.
dates: If you have to go dutch at McDonald's, it's sad. Maybe stay-at-home dates are better.
prom: Limos, tuxes, wasted money, oh my!
slow dance: The DJ popped in that best of the 90s love songs megamix CD. Now's your chance.
sadie hawkins: The Sadie Hawkins Dance. Get your khaki pants. Oh oh oh. Girls ask the guys. It's always a surprise.
sneaking out: The most romantic times are past curfew.
detention: As the Breakfast Club taught us, it's possible to find love in a hopeless place.
experimentation: It doesn't count if it's above the belt, right? And finger definitely don't count.
over the top: You're that couple that is always on the PDA or being schloopy and goopy romantic. Don't be that couple.
first kiss: Pucker up.
first time: Is it romantic and slow or in the back of someone's car?
drunk: Drunk confessions and attempts to make passes are ill-advised.
fight: High school couple fights can be deadly. Avoid at all costs
the volatile couple: Speaking of, there's always a couple that seems to be fighting 24/7? When they're hot, they're hot, when they're cold, they're glacial.
finally together: You're the will-they-won't-they of high school, and when you get together senior year, the whole class will give you a standing ovation because FINALLY.
long term couple: When did you guys get together? Probably like middle school or something. You've always been together.
hide who you are: Unfortunately, even these days some people make it necessary for those who don't conform to the "ideals" to hide their true selves.
break up: Statistically, it was bound to fail.
after graduation: Can you guys make it work after you lose the common ground of school? This can be challenging if you're going to be living in different places.
WILDCARD

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[or not the 1970s. it's an au, right?]

[He's already in high school as a senior, but am happy to age him down to Freshman etc]

[m/m preferred.]

[ Dick Grayson didn't tend to pay too much attention to school. He had a lot of extracurricular activities, but precious few of them ever had anything to do with the elite school that Bruce had put him into.

Mostly because most of the students there didn't want much to do with the upstart, wealthy-adopted Romani brilliant little boy, anyway. After the very beginning, he had figured out it was (usually) easier to ignore the mockery, and outsmart the bullies rather than confront them directly.

Most of the time, that really worked.

Sometimes, it didn't.

There had ever been only two people who bothered to seek him out and help, when his skin wasn't thick enough for everything (or anything) to bounce off of it. But Babs had graduated after his first year, and that only left Clint. Who was also older than him - but only a year ahead of him - and was going to be out before Dick graduated. So he tried not to put too much weight on the blond. He also wanted to make sure he didn't have to lie to him, or keep too many secrets...

But it was sometimes hard. When another circus brat was right there. And he was funny and a mess and when Dick was sitting up in the corner of a hallway, when he should have been in class, huddled into his cool leather jacket present from Bruce, and just miserable all to himself, it was Clint who found him and sat with him...

And now Dick was heading the end of his junior year, which meant they only had a few more months to hang out, and he realized that... there wasn't much time to go and show the older boy that he did appreciate all that he'd done for him.

He made sure the fading bruises were well covered up or concealed, put on his bright smile, and took his lunch over to where Clint was sitting, currently mostly alone. He was fiddling with some sketches but Dick made himself focus on the person, not the 'clues'. This wasn't a case, after all. Just... personal. ]

Hey, Clint. Mind if I join you?

((OOC: If he's initiating the relationship in some way, m/f only. 5, 7, 9, 12, 13, 19 and similar prompts fit him as the one with the crush starting things. Open to anything if someone is doing the crushing on him. I prefer scenarios where the characters aren't together yet!))

[Open to anything! Expect a lot of awkward if she's the one with the crush.]

[School is place of learning. A sanctuary where young minds start to resemble the adults they will eventually be. Sadly, the mind of a certain adolescent teen is focused on neither of these things and more interested on cutting classes, sneaking out, going around the grounds, then carefully knocking on the window to get Lapis' attention....in the middle of her class.

The top of his head peeks out from the bottom window and looks are her expectantly while taking glaces to make sure the teacher isn't looking, and ducking down when they are. When he's in the clear, he holds up a sign that reads-]

Sup? :]

Edited 2015-04-12 15:46 (UTC)

[Lapis enjoyed school, despite how boring the lessons tended to be, but being able to see the few friends she managed to make made dealing with the boredom better. Even if right now it was tempting to fall asleep as her teacher rambled about the poetic meaning of something in the novel they're reading.

She's distracted from her pencil twirling when there's a knock at the window, blinking in shock when she spots Richter. Staring at him for a moment, and staring even harder when it holds up a sign.

She takes another glance at the teacher, noting how they're writing on the whiteboard, before scribbling something down on a spare piece of paper and holds it up to him while the teacher is still busy.]

In class. Which you should be in too. ヽ(　￣д￣;)ノ

What are you doing?

[He takes another glance and ducks below for a moment with a new sign.]

I decided to be dismissed early today. You should be dismissed too. Like right now. ASAP and all that.

[Another glance to the teacher as he ducks down when they checked their book. Soon enough he's back with a continuation of the message.]

We can get lunch at the mall, or if you prefer something more scenic, we can go by the bay. I brought my motorbike. 8D-b

[The next sign gets a blink, and she purses her lips in slight annoyance, scribbling another sign. Keeping her eyes focused on her desk when the teacher looks over the class for a moment.]

I can't exactly walk out. （；¬＿¬)

[Even though the idea is tempting, and she looks back at her book when Richter ducks down. Glancing back over to him before sighing softly as she writes her response.]

Alright, but you're paying. （￣へ￣） Give me ten minutes, I can meet you in the car park.

[His whole head pokes out this time, a big wide smile on his face....until he reads the last part of her message. He drops down and comes back with another message.]

Fantastic! But, I think I should let you know that I rigged the fire alarm to go off in about......now.

[And if he timed her reading speed correctly, the fire alarm does go off when she should be finishing it. Once the obnoxious buzzer goes off, he leaves one more message on the window before making a beeline to his bike.]

See you in ten. (^3^) V,,

[Once everyone is out of the building, he'll be waiting at the carpark with a spare helmet and a revved up bike.]

[She rests her hand on her chin now, her expression unchanging when he ducks down and comes back. But once she gets to the end of the message, she raises an eyebrow, before sitting up straight once the alarm goes off.

Sighing to herself and glancing at the window, huffing at the message before quickly packing up. Waiting for everyone else to leave before she makes a beeline to the carpark.]

... I don't know if I should be impressed that you already had that plotted out. [She stops once she's standing next to his bike, placing a hand on her hip.] What if I had said no, though?

[He grins triumphantly when she arrives, proud that everything had gone well.]

The beauty of my plan is that you, my dear, never had a choice.

[Meaning he would have just date-napped you in the chaos. He hands her the extra helmet before putting on his own.]

Now, c'mon. We got ten minutes before the ol' party-poopers show up. By the way, we have a reservation at that swanky new cafe down by the bay.

... Were you gonna kidnap me then? [Despite her expression remaining neutral, she does sound rather amused as she takes the helmet. Quickly tying her hair up and taking off her hair clips before she puts on the helmet.]

... You what? [Gold eyes widen behind the visor, and she hops onto the bike, hiking her skirt up a bit before looking back at him.] Isn't that place a bit expensive? I wasn't planning to drain your wallet when I said you were paying.

That was plan B. I even had a message ready to be sent to you to inform you of the imminent date-napping and the ransom. [He reaches into his jacket and pulls out an exceptionally long message made up with magazine clippings.]

And don't sweat the bill. I got you covered. [He flashes her a sincere smile, the kind he doesn't just give anyone as he waits and watches her hop on the back seat. Once she's sat down, he reaches over and takes her hand and puts it around his waist.]

Hold on tight.

[He revs the engine and takes off, just passing the prefects as he drives towards the bay.]

I guess this is going on my permanent record, huh?

... You really did plan this. [She takes a look at the message, skimming over it before glancing up at him again, her eyebrows raising.] What would the ransom be?

[But what he says next and the smile he gives her causes her to blink, and then she glances away almost shyly, nodding with a quiet 'thank you' as she sits on the bike. A quiet gasp escapes her when he takes her hand, but she keeps it where he places it, holding on tightly as he revs the engine. She then blinks over at the prefects as they pass them, huffing softly in amusement.]

... More than likely. I'm not even sure trying to impress them with how you planned this all out will will stop them. [She hums again as she shifts to watch the passing scenery, her tone becoming a bit more light-hearted.]

... I'm not sure if they saw me, but maybe if I play the victim role, I won't get into too much trouble.

Edited 2015-04-13 15:26 (UTC)

In my defense, if they had only noticed and wondered why my grades in workshop were high this could have been prevented.

[He used everything he learned in class to do this. They should be proud, really.]

Victim? Wait a minute, so I'm going to be the only one taking the fall for this?

[Sure it was his plan, and his handiwork that sabotaged the alarm, but one for all and all for one right?]

Edited 2015-04-15 17:03 (UTC)

... Maybe they were just hoping that you were being a good student.

[Since something tells her that his grades for his other classes might not be as high.]

... Richter, you skipped class, pulled the alarm and also wrote up a ransom note. [Even if he didn't use it. But she's smiling in amusement as she speaks, even if he can't see it.]

Hmm... But maybe I'll admit to taking part in your scheme. Maybe.

[He listens quietly, the feeling as if his plan was getting less and less brilliant as he realizes how berserk his sister is going to be when she finds out.]

..Something tells me you're enjoying this a little too much.

[Little troll. A cute little troll, but still a troll.]

...Sooooooooo, long story short, the best I can hope for is detention right? And why only a maybe?

[Meanwhile Lapis is ignoring how her own sister will go berserk. She'll deal with it when it happens.]

... Only a little bit. [It's almost said as a giggle, since he's completely correct there. Any chance to be a troll is one that she'll happily take.]

Hmm, that's right. And only a maybe because I didn't do anything besides come along with you. [She might change her mind if he manages to convince her. Or she's just saying maybe to be a troll.]

[He slows down as he comes up at a light, then looks back at her with curious eyes.]

Right. And I imagine you could also say that you were taken by this...dashing, devilishly handsome, young rogue and forced to partake in a wonderful meal by the sea. Oh, how fiendish!

[He laughs in his chest.]

Well, that's fine as long you don't forget to include all the nice words that describe me.

[Faintly amused eyes look back at him in return, and she huffs softly as she raises her eyebrows.]

... Sadly they won't take that into account and will focus more on the 'you skipped class and pulled the alarm' part.

[Then she 'hrm's loudly, tilting her head in mock thought.]

Hmm... Well, I think I'll be able to remember.

Make sure you don't. I want to see that on my record when I sneak in and steal it.

[He snickers as the light goes green, driving off and making a right turn towards the bay.

He takes the longer and scenic route just so Lapis doesn't get bored watching blurry pedestrians pass and after a few minutes, they arrive in front of the restaurant. He parks nearby, steadying the bike then hopping off. He takes off his helmet and holds it at his side while extending a hand to help her off, doing an imitation of a knight.]

M'lady.

... Hmm, in that case, maybe I should add something else for you to see too.

[She gives an amused hum, her eyes soon focusing on the passing scenery, quiet for the rest of the way as she watches everything pass by them. Only snapping back to attention when the bike comes to a stop, reaching to take off her helmet, shaking her hair out of her ponytail.

Then she blinks at his knight imitation, giggling for a moment before she takes his hand, smiling again. And quickly trying to force away the blush that appears on her cheeks for a moment.]

Thank you very much, Sir.

[ I'm going 4 and 27 because this will only end beautifully. ]

Dances were a thing Noriko had only sort of gotten used to in the States, given most of her after-school time was taken up with studying, taking care of her little brother and avoiding her classmates at nearly all costs. Even if the practice had resulted in her being one of the most advanced students in the place, they didn't like her any for being a mutant, and she didn't like them any better for the continual spray-painting of freak over her locker and belongings; as a result she rarely went to any optional functions short of what would get her credit towards getting the hell out of the place.

Excepting this one. Though she went alone, Nori cleaned up well for the occasion in sweeping evening trousers and pinprick heels, scanning the crowd. The raspberry-colored capelet over what was passing for a shirt stayed on to the obvious relief of a few of the teachers who'd seen what she was wearing--or not wearing--underneath it.

Edited 2015-04-13 04:37 (UTC)

Peter Parker, dressed in what passes for 'decently dressy for such an event', has more or less decided that this might be one of the worst decisions he'd ever made. And one of the worst decisions he could have been persuaded to follow through, no thanks to his Aunt May who insisted that if he didn't go, he'd regret it and also if he didn't go, she would kick him out.

Because, apparently, passing one's time in the small garage shed out back tinkering with some new little contraption was not a good way to spend the evening.

So he's here awkwardly rubbing shoulders with other better, bigger jock-types at the high school, hoping he could spend the night somewhere around the exits with a glass of non-alcoholic punch and some Peak Frean biscuits. At the very least, he wishes he'd brought his camera and was on official 'photographer duty', but it's too late for that now and he watches each new arrival with a sense of dread. They're all coming in couples.

Except - okay, except Noriko, thank goodness.

He waves in her direction, actually relieved to see her and hoping she'll see him too.

Noriko would be lying if, when asked, she said anything other than that she'd decided to go solely to piss off her parents, who were none too happy with their eldest's easy Americanization. Although, now that she was here, she really was rethinking the idea, wishing to be anywhere but in the company of people who didn't like her.

When she caught Peter's wave, she adjusted her course to come up to him, pulling her hair--worn loose for once in her life--over her shoulder in a bout of nerves, and needing something to fidget with. "Hey," she greets. "You got pushed into coming alone too?" Nori asks, fingertips playing with the point of her cape.

"I mean, you look good."

"Uh - um. Thanks. Hey, you too."

That's the first thing Peter will comment on. Because it's true. She does look really good. He's always really liked her hair colour, found her kind of fascinating in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she was an X-Man or had mutant powers. He'd even taken photographs of her at one point, which led to their friendship and maybepossibly something a little more than that.

But.

Anyway.

He shakes his head.

"Nah, I came alone by some unintentioned choice." He shrugs. "Uh. My aunt did make the final shove though. I mean, I wouldn't have gone if Aunt May didn't make me ... but yeah. Alone is probably a default in any case."

Okay, god. Peter, stop rambling.

"Oh," is all she says at first, to that. "I, um. Thanks. It was mostly clothes I had," Noriko says, and she doesn't know why Peter needs to know that except out of some strange idea that maybe he wouldn't equate her with everyone else here who came voluntarily if he did. The shirt or what's passing for it, and the shoes she bought, but the rest came out of her closet, were cleaned and inspected thoroughly to make sure they looked good enough.

She still can't really do anything about the scars on her skin, the two bullet wounds and a scar from a broken rib and the gash that came with it, and the network of burn scars under her gauntlets, but she put on makeup as best she could to cover and distract from them. "I came because my parents are fighting again. Mostly with me, but whenever I'm home my brother starts getting upset, so I figured I'd get out for a couple of hours." It's not the biggest reason she's come, but it is close to it, so it works for something to say when she can't think of much.

"You didn't bring your camera," she notes. "I guess it's okay to show you what I'm really wearing, then." Because she was not altogether keen on pictures getting out of that.

"Sorry to hear that," Peter says, and he means it. He's never really had family issues at home, not when he's got no siblings and ... well, no parents either, for that matter. But he gets it, because he'd had his own problems. Missing family problems. And the worst family drama he'd ever been through, well that'd been right before he lost his Uncle Ben, so.

He manages not to wear his emotions on his sleeve, however, and shrugs a little, distracted by her comment about cameras.

"Hey, I wouldn't take your picture without your permission," he points out, mock-offended, but he turns his hands palms-up to show that yeah, he's here camera-less tonight.

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High School (AU) Romance Meme

High School (AU) Romance Meme

Thea Queen | Arrow

Noh-Varr | Marvel 616 | OTA

James Potter | 1970s Hogwarts

Djem Ahmad | OC

james t. kirk » star trek aos » m/m

Q | James Bond

Clint Barton | Marvel | OTA

RNG said 10. Using account because age appropriate, not necessarily bc that AU.

Yuffie | Final Fantasy 7

Marie Kreutz l The Bourne Series l OTA

Four l Divergent Series l OTA

thalia | pjo

mary bennet | pride & prejudice

annie | the hunger games

Ryan Walker | OC | OTA

Lapis Fathalla | OC | OTA

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Noriko Ashida | closed to <user name=spideys>

ahahaha perfect

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Zell Dincht | Final Fantasy VIII | OTA