because we needed a meme with some gen options :D

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university life au meme
stolen from hotawesome at memebells
because the semester is starting
and that just sucks.

do this: ☑ leave a blank comment with your character's name and fandom in the subject for others to reply to. ☑ when replying, use the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 10. ☑ or cheat and pick whichever number you like best. ☑ your characters are now in a ~*situation*~ together. make of it what you will.

scenarios: [01] lecture hall ➟ who the fuck actually pays attention during these things? well, maybe you. or maybe you're texting someone, dicking around on the internet, or going oldschool and passing notes. [02] cafeteria ➟ chow time! sit down to eat with your friends, stand awkwardly and look for a table like you did in middle school, or be that creep-ass in the corner, eating with his hood up. [03] doorsock ➟ awww yeeee. it's time to get down to business. just don't forget the sock on the door, dude. seriously. (and use protection!) [04] sexiled ➟ someone else put the sock on the door, because your ass is stuck out here. at least you're not alone? listen in, interrupt, find something else to do, or just chat and wait. (they won't be long, right?) [05] room inspection ➟ oh shi— maybe someone gave you a heads up, and you're scrambling to hide your shit. maybe someone didn't, and you're basically fucked. [06] frat party ➟ drunk? stoned? costumed? alone? about to get lucky? about to get busted? it's up to you, man. [07] new roomie ➟ who's this douchebag? your new roommate! help them get settled in, draw a line down the center of the room, label all your shit. however you roll. [08] study buddies ➟ an all-nighter cram session, or a regular weekly thing? maybe you don't even get much studying done, but hey, whatever, right? [09] morning after ➟ what the actual fuck happened last night? bizarre texts? underwear hanging in places they shouldn't? a bathtub full of tequila and limes? just a gorgeous being in bed next to you? [10] go crazy ➟ pick one or make up your own! get fucking creative.

 

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[icedreams]

You sound kind of mad. [Van now feels awful. He did something wrong and made Stef mad. :(

He'll come sit over on Stefen's bed.]

I'm really sorry.

[painsinger]

For what? You don't have anything to be sorry about, you can't help how you're born.

[He doesn't roll over, because he doesn't want to see Van and then be tempted to kiss him and freak him out or something. See how considerate he is?]

[icedreams]

[Van takes a glum sip of Gatorade.] My parents think that's bullshit, you know. Like you can choose to be straight. Yeah, right...

[If he's not turning around, Van's just gonna lean against his back.]

[painsinger]

I'm sure your folks are nice and all, but they're fulla shit.

[And at that Stef rolls over and wraps his arms around Van's waist, face buried in his side.]

Sorry... [Please don't freak out or anything...]

[icedreams]

If my parents were nice, do you think I'd be here getting drunk and having sex with g- people? I'd be in bible college, behaving

[He pets Stef's hair a bit.]

[painsinger]

I don't know. Never knew my parents.

[But oh god that hand in his hair feels nice, and he relaxes a bit, smiling at little at the touch]

[icedreams]

Yeah... I know. But mine are still kind of terrible. When I was in tenth grade, the gym teacher broke my arm when we were doing this horrible football thing... you know what my dad did?

[He keeps petting. And drinking his gatorade.]</small.

[painsinger]

What did he do?

[He's seen how Van has to be careful with his hand, how he seems to wince every time it's about to rain. But he's never asked, because Van is just that private]

[icedreams]

Not a damned thing. He said it was my fault for falling wrong- the coach was just trying to toughen me up and he wouldn't have had to be so harsh if I was more like Mike.

[Usually he can keep the anger out of his voice when he's talking about his father, but between being drunk and being worried that Stef is mad, it's not working so well.]

[painsinger]

[Stef is just kind of speechless for a moment, and then he sits up, still wobbly, and wraps his arms around Stef from behind, trying to hold him as close as he can]

I'm sorry. That's just horrid. You don't have to be tougher, you're just fine. Like breaking bones would make you someone else...

[icedreams]

[Van takes comfort in that hug, leaning against him.]

He is so... stupid. I'm fabulous the way I am, right?

[painsinger]

Perfectly fabulous.

[Stef smiles a bit, leaning his head against Van's back. And he feels a little better. Whoever that bimbo in the closet had been, he still had this on her, and that made him feel better]

[icedreams]

[Van finishes off his gatorade and half-turns, snuggling more against Stefen.]

He wasn't as nice as you are.

[Oops. Pronoun slippage.]

[painsinger]

[Stef smiles to himself, but he doesn't pull away. Ha, he knew it.]

Oh, so she's a he now? Or was she always a he?

[icedreams]

Did I say that out loud? Shit.

[Oh dear. There's only one response to that: helpless laughter.]

[painsinger]

You most certainly did, mister.

[Stef pokes at him with a pouty expression]

And what are you doing making out with strange men at parties when you have me right here to make out with, hm?

That's just mean.

[icedreams]

I- [He stops, blushing and looking away, almost whispering.]

I don't want to screw things up with you.

[painsinger]

[Stef sighs, resting his forehead against Van]

Why do you think it would screw things up?

[icedreams]

Well... my parents control my tuition and some nosy redhead stole all the scholarships this year... if they found out, they'd make me go home. Or send me to one of those g-gay rehab camps.

[Saying that word makes him freak out. A lot. He takes a few deep breaths, shoulders hunching.]

[painsinger]

Hey, stop that. No one's gonna make you go home. I won't let them. [Not that he's sure how he'd stop them, but he's not going to just let Van leave now]

[He cups Van's face in his hands, turning so he can look at those pale silver eyes with a reassuring (if drunk) smile.]

They're not gonna find out, alright? Well come up with something, and we won't let them.

[icedreams]

Because they will definitely listen to you. [But he is a little reassured anyways. He manages to smile back, anyways.]

...I'm sorry I made out with someone else.

[painsinger]

I'll make them listen to me.

[Stef smiles, the blush creeping up his freckled cheeks as he bites a lip and said]

It happens. But you know, there is a way to make it up to me...

[icedreams]

I think... [He's interrupted by a yawn, and looks embarrassed.]

...I think I might be too tired.

[painsinger]

[Stef sighs and shakes his head]

Yeah, you go to sleep. You're probably gonna have a bitch of a hangover anyway.

[He's just going to give Van a kiss on the cheek and then get up so Van can sleep.]

[icedreams]

[Van grabs Stef's arm.]

Um, this is your bed. Shouldn't I be the one moving?