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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[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?

[painsinger]

Are your legs really steady enough to get across the room without falling on your face? Because right now I kinda doubt it.

[icedreams]

Then you should sleep with me. I can't just steal your bed, Stefen. [Gosh, this should be obvious.]

[painsinger]

Yes, you can. And I'll steal yours, so we'll be even.

[Because right now he's not sure if all this isn't going to disappear in the morning. It explains why Van always seemed extra hungover the morning after parties. He wonders how often he's been doing this.]

[He tries to get up again. You'll thank him in the morning, Van. Really]

[icedreams]

Mmf. Fine. [But Van is going to sulk about it... until he falls asleep, which won't take very long.]

[painsinger]

[And Stef is going to get up and try and lay down on Van's bad. Which smells like him. Damn it. He's just going to bury his face is Van's pillow and hope that he falls asleep soon.]

[About ten minutes later he gets up, and decides the bathroom floor is a much better place to sleep, he feels kind of sick to his stomach anyway]

[icedreams]

[Van wakes up way too early. In his opinion, at least. And he must have drunk a lot the night before because his room looks all wrong and is this even his room?

Wait. It's just Stef's side of the room. Why is he in Stefen's bed?

He's still wearing all his clothes so there wasn't sex... is that a good thing? He's not sure.]

...Stef?

[painsinger]

[Stef groans from inside the bathroom. This rug is really comfortable but god his head hurts. Righteousness sucks.]

[icedreams]

...why are you in the bathroom? Are you okay? [He should get up and check on him but oh god why does his head hurt so much?]

[painsinger]

Just being an idiot, that's all.

[Stupid bright white bathrooms. Stef sits up and leans against the tile with his eyes shut and his arm over his eyes]

How're you feeling?

[icedreams]

Headache. And I'm in your bed. Why am I in your bed? Did you ravish me?

[He is joking. Weakly.]

[painsinger]

You're in my bed because I didn't trust you to walk across the room without falling and you never would have forgiven me if you'd fallen and given yourself a scar.

[He sighs and kind of just wants to hit his head on something until it stops hurting]

And no, I didn't ravish you. Your purity is still safe. [What's left of it, he mutters to himself, and he wonders why he didn't just drunkenly do naughty things with Van last night. He would have let him, he's sure of that, and gods know he wanted to. Still wants to.]

[icedreams]

Was I really drunk? I must have been really drunk. I don't remember much past... like, tequila.

[That would be counterproductive. Van is taking the tack of just lying very very still until his headache goes away.]

Oh. Yay, I guess.

[painsinger]

Yeah. You were really drunk.

[Stef is just going to get up and have some water and tylenol. Much more productive, and he can look at himself in the mirror. Gods he looks like shit]

You are an idiot.

[He didn't say that very loud, and he certainly wasn't saying it to Van. So much for talking more about last night]

So you don't remember wandering off with a hot guy and me finding you with hickies all over your neck then?

[icedreams]

[Van's yelp is a little too loud and immediately followed by a groan of pain.]

I did not!

[Though he knows- from fuzzy memories of other nights- that it's entirely possible that he did.]

[painsinger]

There's a hand mirror in the nightstand, you can see for yourself. Evidently you like guys when you drink.

[Ignore the sulky resentment in his tone, it's probably the hangover]

[Water and tylenol taken, he's going to stumble out of the bathroom, looking much the worse for wear after spending a night on a tile floor. He almost looks pained seeing Van in his bed, he can somehow look pretty even when he's hungover]

I need to go... run some errands.

[Because now he just feels awkward and he's going to stumble over to his closet for some clean clothes.]