bakerstreet | ( high school sweethearts or something, idk )

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( high school sweethearts or something, idk )

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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[ Mortal!AU. Nothing's changed about his style or personality. He's one of the cool kids because of his fantastic parties but not unkind thanks to being himself. ]

[ anything in particular you want to play out? ]

(( We can RNG this thing or go with any ideas you have. I'm just happy to be here. I love these type of AUs. ))

[No lies, 32 came up with my first roll, then 31. Maybe we combine the two? Slowburn is A+.]

Wednesdays were Jace's most hated day of the week. No reason, really, but to him the science behind it was you were never further away from a weekend than on a Wednesday. Whatever good buzz you got from the previous one had worn off, and no one made plans on a Wednesday to do anything in three days' time. Not that he'd had much going on during the four past weekends he'd been at the school - his first full month. Foster care was a nightmare and he'd been shipped one whole neighborhood away from his previous school. The couple seemed decent, especially since they took in someone his age - not many people wanted a teenager. Pedos couldn't use them and drunks had a hard time beating up someone Jace's size, so he was practically meek at their house. Doing chores he didn't need to do and staying out of trouble.

His best friends Alec and Izzy still wanted to hang out, but they were brother and sister, and their parents always had them traveling. Jace knew he could ask to go, but something about it didn't feel right, and being granted such a gift would cut into his melancholy. Striding out of the gym after a workout on the football players' gym equipment and a shower, Jace's damp hair swung to the side as he heard the commotion.

It was a definite THWACK and he'd been in the system too long not to recognize it. Rushing over to the crowd, he saw some freshman wheeling backward, holding his ear. Jace began to wedge himself through the crowd to get to whoever had thrown the punch.

Magnus doesn't mind Wednesday. Wednesdays are his easiest day, a long lunch and P.E., which he honestly doesn't mind, and then theater practice after school. It's when he's on his way to that practice that he practically runs straight into the fight taking place. There's a crowd, firstly, which interests him because how could it not. But as soon as he dumps his backpack so he can more easily weave his way through the crowd, he hears that slap of flesh slamming against flesh.

From then on in, it's a blush as Magnus shoves people out of the way to get to the center of the ring. He doesn't have to go very far, and he barely takes in who the kid on the ground is before he's stepping over him to get at the bully.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Suddenly Jace was through the crowd, catching the question from the skinny guy. All he cared about was who he had been addressing. Coming up behind the instigator, Jace hooked his arms under the bully's armpits and clamped his hands on the back of the guy's neck. There was another smacking sound, but it was just Jace incapacitating the other. He recognized the guy from the gym. It was the second-string linebacker. "Fuck," Jace breathed out the side of his mouth, quietly. He didn't know the guy's name, and was definitely not friends with him, but this probably meant he wouldn't be able to use the gym anymore.

As the linebacker struggled, Jace yanked him to the left, the guy's arms flailing like someone was pulling his strings. "Relax," Jace hissed into the guy's ear, feeling him struggle. He was a match, and Jace instinctively turned his waist to the side. He didn't need a foot rammed into his groin.

"Wayland!" Jace's head turned at his last name, still holding the guy. It was the science teacher, someone who seemed to have it out for Jace since the first day. "Drop Derek's arms right now. What're you thinking?!"

Jace's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Wasn't it obvious that he was stopping something? He wouldn't be so kind as to call it a fight - that insinuated there was some fairness about it. Derek would have clobbered the kid and reveled in the mob mentality. "He was...I was just. The other guy...," Jace managed, before taking the back of Derek's skull to his cheekbone.

Jace released him to take care of himself, blond hair whipped to the side.

Magnus doesn't recognize the guy who throws himself on Derek, and he can't say that it's a very smart move on his part, but he appreciates the effort. Mr. Nagel's appearance is, of course, badly timed and stupid, not at all what's needed right now. Which is just proved by Derek's dirty move in attacking this Wayland guy.

Magnus surges forward with his fist cocked back, slamming it into the side of Derek's face.

"Bane!" the science teacher shouts, but Derek's reacting already, blinking away his daze like the giant oaf he is and ramming into Magnus' stomach.

"Hey!" Jace barked, his hand coming up and managing to grab Derek's collar. He couldn't stop the impact but he yanked the linebacker back, the material ripping at the front of the three-button short-sleeved shirt. Derek spun around but the web between Jace's index and thumb managed to find his windpipe and gave it a good knock. Not enough to hurt him - Jace hoped - but it did stop Derek in his tracks and had him coughing as he dragged in a breath.

"Wayland, Bane, detention! Now!" Mr. Nagel's voice was almost strangled as he tried to get the situation under control.

"But it wasn't even us," Jace said, his hands slack at his sides, head cocked like a puppy that had been caught making a mess of an overfilled food bowl and chastised for it.

"Look at him!" The teacher shouted, Jace knowing that Derek was being overdramatic for the sake of getting off without losing his spot on the bench for the next game. "He's fine," Jace replied, probably a little more callous than he should have.

"Go!" Mr. Nagel ordered, and Jace was just too tired to argue. His face hurt and no one would believe the new kid anyway. He walked back the way he came and yanked up his camo bookbag, the other students parting as if he had a visible disease like in those prescription commercials.

Not that the new kid would know this, but Mr. Nagel was infamous for giving the football players in the school a lot of leeway, both in his class and in their behavior. He wasn't a coach or anything, just an avid fan, a former player, a graduate of the same high school who wanted to relive his glory days through them. Magnus isn't even surprised by the turn of events and doesn't bother arguing, no matter how much he wants to.

Magnus grabs his backpack again and, while everyone else clears a path for the both of them, Magnus takes the opportunity to promote their play.

"Midsummer Night's Dream, everybody. Thursday, Friday, Saturday! Starring yours truly. You know you want it!"

As the adrenaline flushed from his system and Jace's cheek began to hurt more and more, a certain level of dread crept into his thoughts. Would his foster parents be called about this? Would it be a mark against him? Would they decide to give him up and put him back in the system? His stomach was sour with the thoughts, barely hearing the Bane character promote the stupid play that he was in. Jace had wanted to see it, all things considered, but he knew depending on how this played out, he might be in a different state by Thursday. Tomorrow. Wow.

He stiff-armed the door open, knowing well-enough where the room was, even if he'd managed to avoid it since he started. It just wasn't fair. He'd been trying to help! Would his fosters understand? Unslinging his backpack, Jace chose a desk midway from the front of the classroom. He set the bag down gently on the floor as he sat. He hadn't asked for one, but had been given it, so he wanted to take care of it.

His blond hair fell in front of his face and he stared at the messy eraser marks on the board at the front.

Magnus was more pleasant in his resignation than this Wayland kid. One of his main lines of defense was to keep a smile on his face, no matter what. It was hard enough to live in a home where his father was abusive to both him and his mother. At least at school he could control something, control himself.

He knew he was going to get hell for this. His director wasn't going to care that he was defending someone. And his father, if he noticed at all, would seize any excuse to take out his aggression on Magnus. But he kept a slight grin on his face as he took the seat directly to the left of the Wayland guy. They had done well, sort of. They wouldn't save the freshman from a future attack, but at least they had given him time.

Magnus glanced over at Wayland and resisted the urge to push his hair back away from his face. That was annoying, in the way that it made him look very attractive. Magnus didn't really like people more attractive than him, except when he liked them very much.

"Hey, it's fine," he said, leaning back in the desk. "It's just 45 minutes."

Maybe people cared more about the Bane guy. Jace had no friends at the school, no one worrying over him, no one making sure he was okay, or eating lunch, or getting all his schoolwork in or trying to fill out college applications. Jace knew he was a shadow, and he preferred it that way, but no longer. He'd be the strobe in the room for at least the next two weeks, and he really hoped that the rest of the football team didn't come at him with something to prove.

"It's not, though," Jace muttered, leaning forward and letting his hair fall between his fingers as he scrubbed at his face and massaged his cheekbone. He gave a defeated shrug of his shoulders.

What if his foster parents heard about this? What if they think he's a menace? Jace knew his imagination was getting the better of him - people got detention all the time for lame reasons. Instead of airing his concerns, the blond focused on his breathing. It wasn't like he brought a gun to school. He was so close to graduating. So close to getting a degree and trying to do something with his life.

"Fuck Derek." It was the final stamp on what Jace wanted to articulate.

tsukino usagi ☽ sailor moon ☆ f/m

magnus bane | shadowhunters | ota

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cw mention of abuse

Pulled back the angst a bit.

catra | she-ra reboot | f/f

Minato Arisato / Persona 3 / M/M

Ann Takamaki | Persona 5 | m/f

Mara Daniken | Monsterhearts OC | OTA

Jin L:ing | Mo Dao Zu Shi

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