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FIC: Goodbye, Mr. Seacrest (AI: Ryan/Simon, PG), 1/13
Author: Clio
Title: Goodbye, Mr. Seacrest, or, To Simon, with Love: Rymon Missing Scenes from the Fast Times at Idol High 80s AU
Pairing: American Idol: Ryan Seacrest/Simon Cowell
Rating: PG
Summary: With apologies to Khayyam and Fitzgerald:
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, clearly, as Ryan turned 10 in 1984, and Simon was 25, and that would be still be illegal.
Notes: Fast Times at Idol High,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lillijulianne's 80s high school AU, can be read by joining stepintomyocean.
Special thanks to Juli for writing this awesome AU, letting me be a part of it, and encouraging me get my teacher kink on. Oh, and for writing Ryan and Simon into her story in the first place.
Prologue: September 1981
september 1984
Ryan Seacrest lives in a modest Victorian house on Main Street in Middletown, a small downtown area that was abandoned when the mall went in, so he is able to afford the mortgage even on his teacher's salary. The other houses have been converted to apartments, and his neighbors along the street are mostly servicemen who didn't want to live on base for whatever reason, or recent college grads on their first job as a junior manager for someone or other. The original general store remains, with groceries, a pharmacy, and a real old-fashioned soda fountain that brings in the kids after ball games and during the summer. But Ryan isn't teaching those kids, so they don't think much of seeing Cowell's car pulling up to his house. Even so, when Simon comes over, which he does most weeknights as the house is much cozier than his apartment, he parks his '75 BMW in the garage with the door closed and Ryan keeps his Saab on the street.
This particular Wednesday night, they dine on steak and onion pie and salad, courtesy of Simon, and Ryan's peach cobbler awaits their nightly hour of television. In the meantime, they listen to the public radio station out of the state university, first All Things Considered and then the evening jazz show, which Ryan likes as paper grading music.
"Sometimes," Simon says, "I suspect you begin the term with Tennessee Williams merely to satisfy your own curiosity."
Ryan's green eyes twinkle as he peers over his glasses. "Maybe."
"Well?"
"New student, Blake Lewis. I don't think you've encountered him yet, but you will."
"Trouble maker?"
"No, more, willing to be different."
"Ah. Wait, new student—from some hippy dippy school out west?"
"That sounds right."
"I remember that file. Didn't seem a place to foster respect for authority."
"Well, he doesn't have what Mother would call manners, but he's deferent. Mostly when he feels it's warranted."
"You have to earn it?"
"Something like that."
"I'm sure that didn't take you long."
"As it happens, no." Ryan scribbles on the page in front of him in sable ink with his fountain pen, folds the graded page back, sets it atop the growing pile. "So, the usual stakes?" he asks, referring to their highly unprofessional bets on the sexual orientation of their students.
"Of course." Simon is double checking a pile of signed excuses against a sheet of reported absences. "I see you've made friends with Miss Doolittle."
"Jealous?" Ryan asks.
"As it happens, no," Simon replies. "But then, neither were you."
"Because those were just rumors," Ryan says, writing a comment on another paper. "Right?"
"I'm not in the vagina business," Simon says. "Certainly not music teacher vaginas."
"So there you go."
"In fact," he continues, "I've been exclusively in the literature teacher dick business for some time now."
"And how is that working out for you?"
"Better than expected, but room for improvement."
"Oh really?" Ryan asks, raising his eyebrow but not looking up from his grading.
"Mr. Seacrest, you should know that there is always room for improvement," Simon replies. "I hear you don't give out A-plus grades for that reason."
"It is also true that a good teacher is constructive with criticism, so the student is encouraged, rather than frustrated."
"I encourage when encouragement is warranted," Simon protests.
"Mmm," Ryan answers.
Simon looks up at the mantle clock. "How many papers do you have left?"
"Just one, why?"
Simon stands up from the table. "I am going to put on the kettle and get us some cobbler while you finish, and then after Dynasty, I'll show you how constructive I can be." He drops a kiss on the back of Ryan's neck on his way to the kitchen.
"Mmm," Ryan says. "Alexis Carrington and Simon Cowell, all in one night? I am one lucky little gay anglophile."
2: October 1984
Notes:
The papers Ryan is grading are, of course, the ones he'd assigned to the AP class in ch. 4. I'm not sure I can add to what Juli has already said about Dynasty, except that the gays didn't love it just because of a gay character, but also because of Alexis, swanning around bitchily in enormous hats or Bob Mackie gowns.
Title: Goodbye, Mr. Seacrest, or, To Simon, with Love: Rymon Missing Scenes from the Fast Times at Idol High 80s AU
Pairing: American Idol: Ryan Seacrest/Simon Cowell
Rating: PG
Summary: With apologies to Khayyam and Fitzgerald:
Grading papers about Tennessee,Length: 700 words
Peach cobbler, a new ep of Dynasty,
and thou beside me checking absentees,
O, Wednesday is now paradise for me!
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, clearly, as Ryan turned 10 in 1984, and Simon was 25, and that would be still be illegal.
Notes: Fast Times at Idol High,
lillijulianne's 80s high school AU, can be read by joining stepintomyocean.Special thanks to Juli for writing this awesome AU, letting me be a part of it, and encouraging me get my teacher kink on. Oh, and for writing Ryan and Simon into her story in the first place.
Prologue: September 1981
september 1984
Ryan Seacrest lives in a modest Victorian house on Main Street in Middletown, a small downtown area that was abandoned when the mall went in, so he is able to afford the mortgage even on his teacher's salary. The other houses have been converted to apartments, and his neighbors along the street are mostly servicemen who didn't want to live on base for whatever reason, or recent college grads on their first job as a junior manager for someone or other. The original general store remains, with groceries, a pharmacy, and a real old-fashioned soda fountain that brings in the kids after ball games and during the summer. But Ryan isn't teaching those kids, so they don't think much of seeing Cowell's car pulling up to his house. Even so, when Simon comes over, which he does most weeknights as the house is much cozier than his apartment, he parks his '75 BMW in the garage with the door closed and Ryan keeps his Saab on the street. This particular Wednesday night, they dine on steak and onion pie and salad, courtesy of Simon, and Ryan's peach cobbler awaits their nightly hour of television. In the meantime, they listen to the public radio station out of the state university, first All Things Considered and then the evening jazz show, which Ryan likes as paper grading music.
"Sometimes," Simon says, "I suspect you begin the term with Tennessee Williams merely to satisfy your own curiosity."
Ryan's green eyes twinkle as he peers over his glasses. "Maybe."
"Well?"
"New student, Blake Lewis. I don't think you've encountered him yet, but you will."
"Trouble maker?"
"No, more, willing to be different."
"Ah. Wait, new student—from some hippy dippy school out west?"
"That sounds right."
"I remember that file. Didn't seem a place to foster respect for authority."
"Well, he doesn't have what Mother would call manners, but he's deferent. Mostly when he feels it's warranted."
"You have to earn it?"
"Something like that."
"I'm sure that didn't take you long."
"As it happens, no." Ryan scribbles on the page in front of him in sable ink with his fountain pen, folds the graded page back, sets it atop the growing pile. "So, the usual stakes?" he asks, referring to their highly unprofessional bets on the sexual orientation of their students.
"Of course." Simon is double checking a pile of signed excuses against a sheet of reported absences. "I see you've made friends with Miss Doolittle."
"Jealous?" Ryan asks.
"As it happens, no," Simon replies. "But then, neither were you."
"Because those were just rumors," Ryan says, writing a comment on another paper. "Right?"
"I'm not in the vagina business," Simon says. "Certainly not music teacher vaginas."
"So there you go."
"In fact," he continues, "I've been exclusively in the literature teacher dick business for some time now."
"And how is that working out for you?"
"Better than expected, but room for improvement."
"Oh really?" Ryan asks, raising his eyebrow but not looking up from his grading.
"Mr. Seacrest, you should know that there is always room for improvement," Simon replies. "I hear you don't give out A-plus grades for that reason."
"It is also true that a good teacher is constructive with criticism, so the student is encouraged, rather than frustrated."
"I encourage when encouragement is warranted," Simon protests.
"Mmm," Ryan answers.
Simon looks up at the mantle clock. "How many papers do you have left?""Just one, why?"
Simon stands up from the table. "I am going to put on the kettle and get us some cobbler while you finish, and then after Dynasty, I'll show you how constructive I can be." He drops a kiss on the back of Ryan's neck on his way to the kitchen.
"Mmm," Ryan says. "Alexis Carrington and Simon Cowell, all in one night? I am one lucky little gay anglophile."
2: October 1984
Notes:
The papers Ryan is grading are, of course, the ones he'd assigned to the AP class in ch. 4. I'm not sure I can add to what Juli has already said about Dynasty, except that the gays didn't love it just because of a gay character, but also because of Alexis, swanning around bitchily in enormous hats or Bob Mackie gowns.