polyphonics | REALISTIC COLLEGE AU MEME, 2K17

REALISTIC COLLEGE AU MEME, 2K17

I. living conditions

01. my roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor
02. all our friends are drunk
03. we live in halls opposite one another and i keep seeing you change in the window please close your blinds
04. you’re the RA and you’re trying to bust me for having hermit crabs
05. you’re baking cookies in the communal kitchen at 3am and I’m angry but also really hungry
06. clearly we’re both really uncomfortable at this party
07. you peed on my car. you were drunk. I was in the car. there will be hell to pay.
08. my friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me
09. sorry my roommate puked on your shoes
10. my roommate borrowed your contraband hotpot and managed to set it on fire

II. chance meeting

01. it’s pouring and my final paper is in my backpack so I guess we’re stuck under this tiny awning together. do you think they’d deliver pizza here
02. waiting outside for pizza to be delivered but both of ours is super late
03. I know I keep coming to this [cookie/coffee/etc.] shop and for some reason it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me I need this for my sanity
04. I found your USB drive still in the computer (and potentially regret finding out what's on it)
05. you decked me in the head while you were playing frisbee golf
06. your school mailbox is right next to mine
07. what do you mean we’re under a tornado warning?

III. campus community

01. I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat
02. it’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost
03. we’re the only two people in this club. what is this club even for
04. humans vs zombies, all bets are off, friendships mean nothing
05. I thought I was the only one who liked the waffle station in the cafeteria
06. we’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances
07. what are you doing at this table at the career fair
08. I saw you sneaking captain crunch and cutlery out of the dining hall
09. my computer crashed and you’re the student worker at the IT center
10. we’re both on athletic teams that aren’t as cool as the football team and they give us shit
11. you’re part of the guerrilla theater club on campus and crashed my class for a performance

IV. credit hour woes

01. hey I have to [photograph/draw blood/film/insert major here] someone for class, will you be my guinea pig
02. we’re the only people who ever talk in discussions it’s awful
03. group project
04. both of us turned up to the wrong room for this lecture and neither of us know where it's supposed to be
05. we’re both donating blood in the blood donation van in the quad to get out of the same class
06. wait, I actually have a competent lab partner?
07. waiting for office hours
08. we started racing up the three flights of stairs to class for some reason and we can’t stop
09. vicious battle over the only left handed desk in the room

V. limited resources

01. you keep using my preferred shower stall in the floor bathrooms when I’m trying to get ready for class
02. you keep parking in the space outside my student house you absolute asshole
03. you're the only person in the room when i break the printer and i'm panicking (so don't be a dick about it please)
04. neither of us bought the expensive textbook but there is only one copy in the library and it can’t leave the building
05. this awesome professor only has one TA slot and we’re rivals
06. you keep reserving the good study room in the corner of the library with the windows
07. I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester why did you decide to sit in it today
08. you’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline
09. we’re always at the fitness center at the same time and end up competing on the treadmill
10. can I borrow a dryer sheet? I ran out and the ones in the vending machine give me a rash

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[ He can feel her gaze on him, and it only has his cheeks growing warmer as his own slides furtively to her. What she says next, however, catches him off guard, his eyebrows flying up in clear shock. ]

Wh - really?

[ He wasn't expecting that. A girl like her should be lining them up and knocking them down one by one, and yet here she is, with him on her very first date. That means he really better not mess this up, though there is something nice about the fact that they're both on a level playing field here. ]

M-me, too, actually. I mean...this is my first.

[ He gaze drops away again, but he runs his thumb over the back of her hand. ]

It's...a night for a lot of firsts, I guess.

[ alisaie's surprise is clear, her eyes snapping back to him, wide and inquisitive. his first? that's difficult to believe. alisaie is.. an introvert, and she makes a concerted effort to push people away, to avoid getting tied up in interpersonal relationships. they're nothing but a distraction, and people, she has found, are a disappointment.

or maybe she is the problem, but either way it's no real surprise to anyone who knows her that she has never been on a date before. but prompto? he's so.. warm, and approachable. he's socially fluid, knows how to talk to people, how to make them smile. and god he's so cute, with his bright smile and charming freckles.. how is he not positively swarmed with girls?

she can't understand, and it's evident in the way she exhales a soft, disbelieving laugh, but alisaie certainly won't complain. ]

Yes, I..

[ attempting to settle her heart, alisaie weaves her trembling fingers through his and.. lays her head gently against his shoulder. ]

.. I suppose it is.

[ What she may not realize from the way their friendship grew out of their air hockey rivalry is how painfully shy he can be, too, especially when it comes to just this. That he's made it this far with her without choking and dying is nothing short of a miracle, but here they are.

With her...it's never felt that difficult. Sure, he's still so nervous that he feels like his heart is going to shoot straight through his chest at any moment, but at the same time, it's...natural. It's easy, and when he doesn't get in his own way, being next to her like this comes as fluidly as breathing.

Which is why he's able to rest his cheek against her soft hair, the scent of her filling him from head to toe. It's why he's able to say what he does next. ]

I-it could be a night f-for - [ oh god ] - a-another first, too.

[ Oh god, he's going to die, he can't believe those words just left his mouth, she's going to laugh or pull a way, he's going to have killed this nice moment just as it's been starting, oh god. ]

[ she does laugh, but it's not derisive, it's soft and nervous and fond. she's.. relatively sure she knows what he's referring to, but he'd failed to take the opportunity to kiss her earlier when she was so sure that he would, so she doesn't want to make the colossal mistake of misreading the moment again. she'd felt so foolish before, ready to melt into a puddle on the ground until she disappeared.

so she's nervous all over again, her stomach clenched up tight, even if she's laughing in that quiet, breathless sort of way. her fingers twitch in his, trembling with anxiety, and her throat feels dry and tight.

worst of all, she has no idea what to say. she's never been eloquent, and though she's direct when she's confident she is not at all confident now, it's all so new and terrifying and thrilling. so instead she.. simply lifts her head and summons the courage to nuzzle her nose gently to his ear and jaw, the scent of his skin enough to make her dizzy. ]

[ Even if that lovely little laugh of hers is friendly, it still has his stomach tightening up into knots, and he's expecting her to rebuke him at any moment. To tease him for being too eager, too sappy, too forward. All of those things are true. Maybe she'd see it fit to tell him he missed his chance earlier, when she'd been so close he could feel her breath on his skin -

But oh, there it is again, that same sweet sensation against the corner of his jaw, impossibly warm and soft as she nuzzles against him, and his breath rushes out quietly, her name lost somewhere as it passes his lips in a whisper. It drives out all other thought, which is a boon, because if he dared to think right now, there's no way he would be able to do what he does next. After all, he's never done this before, so following his heart is the only way for him to see it through.

He tucks his free hand under her jaw, fingertips sweeping gently against her neck. It takes all of his courage to meet her gaze in that moment, even though a second later his eyes are slipping shut, so he can close the gap between them. Which he's going to do. In three...two...one and a half...one and three quarters...

One.

He dips his chin down, pressing a bare, glancing kiss to her lips. ]

[ this time she's sure of it. the moment he lifts his hand to touch her skin there can be no mistaking his intent, and her exhale rushes quick and audible, her eyes wide with black blown pupils watching him without blinking. she cannot look away. the way his fingertips graze her skin is so much different from holding his hand, it's intimate, sending a tremor down her spine, heat rushing to her face. her heart pounds so hard she's sure he must feel it, hear it, the sound of it in her own ears is deafening. that second seems to last forever.

but then he's there, his lips touching hers and it's soft and light and barely there yet still like an electric shock that skips down her body, to the tips of her fingers and toes. she forgets to breathe, her fingers in his hand tightening hard, and she's frozen for a few brief but agonizing seconds.

oh god, what was she thinking? she can't do this. she has no idea how to - how to flirt, how to be coy, how to kiss. it's overwhelming and terrifying and.. and.. so warm, and so soft.

a quiet sound moves in alisaie's throat, something pleased and breathy, and she knows at once she must drive all thought from her mind. with renewed confidence she at last presses back more fully, tipping up her chin until their mouths seal together properly, her free hand lifting to grasp hard at the front of his shirt to keep the world from tilting. ]

[ He's not entirely sure how to take it when her hand grasps his so hard, and for one, terrifying moment, he's afraid that somehow, he's messed this up. That somehow, he misread, and this isn't what she wants at all, and in that split second, he's calculating how difficult it would be to pack his bags, change his name, move to Australia and pretend that none of this ever happened.

But then she's kissing him back, and everything else fades away. Even the cool night's air, the soft grass beneath them, the rustling of the wing in the trees. All that remains is this moment here with her, kissing her, the pressure of her lips on his sweeter and more pleasant than he could have ever dreamed.

She grasps at his shirt, and his breath rushes out against their kiss and drives his lips apart against hers. How could this be so natural? So comfortable? He fears that at any moment, he's going to remember where he is, what he's doing, and freeze up completely - but the bliss of this simple action keeps that thought at bay, and his fingers glide easily across her neck and into her hair, to keep her close, to find purchase lest he float away completely. ]

[ it's so unreal that she's dizzy, the ground dropping out from beneath her, everything around her falling away until there is only him, the heat of his body so close, the texture of his lips, the way his breath feels against her skin when his exhale rushes.

maybe it's natural instinct or having seen enough movies, but alisaie's arms are soon lifting without thought, her hand slipping away from his so she can slide both arms over his shoulders, loosely curling them around his neck, her slim fingers bunching in the fabric of his collar. how is this happening? it feels like a dream, a thing she had never thought possible for herself though she has found herself.. entertaining the idea from the first moment she realized that her excitement to meet this boy again and again across that air hockey table was borne of more than simple platonic interest. she'd allowed herself the indulgence of what it might be like to kiss him, but it had been mere fancy, a daydream, a nice thought to warm her, one she never conceived would come to pass.

yet here they are. it's real, and when his lips part against hers she is lost. she must arch in closer to deepen the kiss, even sitting down their height difference is enough that she must be near to him to kiss him more fully. her heart hammers against her ribs but she parts her lips nonetheless, searching for the angle that will fit them together perfectly. ]

[ She isn't pulling away, but drawing closer, and his heart hammers all the harder for it as her arms slips around his shoulders. Why had this seemed so daunting earlier? Why hadn't he just kissed her the first time he'd had the chance? If he had known how good it would be, how dizzying and infectious and sweet, he never would have let his nerves best him like that.

With her arms around him, it leaves his one arm free to wind around her back and bunch at her waist, to secure her against him, even as their kiss deepens. Their noses bump together and a breathless laugh escapes him, a minor reminder of how out of their depth they are here - but it doesn't feel like it. Not when she kisses him like this. Her lips slide over his and he helps, his mouth shaping and arching over hers until they fasten so securely with hers that it seems impossibly perfect. ]

[ his nose bumps hers and his laugh brushes her lips and it's so sweet and and warm that she can't help the way she smiles right against his mouth. she's never kissed anyone before, and somehow, inconceivably, he hasn't either, so they're both entirely new here.

but somehow it doesn't seem nearly so terrifying as it once had, not intimidating, just.. new. of course it helps when it feels so nice, when he smells so good and feels so warm. how is this happening? it feels as if it's taken forever for it to come to this, she'd been so sure that nothing would come of it, that her silly little crush would be unrequited but here they are, and he is kissing her and it's so, so perfect.

especially when his arm circles around her to tug her in close, and it feels.. it feels so nice to be pulled in so near, all wrapped up in him. she can't help her own laugh, how it bubbles against his lips but she keeps kissing him nonetheless, dragging her teeth gently over his lower lip, breathing him in. ]

[ He's waited so long for this, longer than he maybe dared to admit to himself, because from the first moment she'd challenged him he knew she was something...special. He'd always been the type to crush so easily, to cast his attachments far and wide, but with her...there'd always been this quiet intensity between them, a murmur just beyond his hearing. But now it thrums in his blood, in his racing heart, the heat in his cheeks burning like an inferno as her teeth tow over his lip, stealing a soft sigh from his throat.

He takes a moment to breathe, his lungs crying out in protest for how much he's forgotten to fill them over these few, wonderful moments. Though he pulls back just enough to meet her eyes, he doesn't relinquish any of the space between them. He keeps his arms full of her, the pleasant taste of her dancing against his lips as he gazes questioningly at her.

Should they...keep going? Is it too much, too fast? ]

[ much as she doesn't want to pull away, she's still grateful for it when prompto allows them both a moment to breathe. her heart is still fluttering madly, and though the night is growing chilly around them she feels warm to the bone, her face flushed hot. ]

That was.. nice.

[ an understatement, though she's admitting it through a shy smile. he might have broken the kiss, but alisaie makes no further attempt to pull away, her arms still looped around his shoulders, her body leaned comfortably into his. ]

I always thought it would feel strange.

[ and.. okay, it did, to an extent. it felt foreign and intimate, warm and wet, the textures odd and exciting, but while it was strange it was not unwelcome, nor was it unpleasant. only.. new. ]

[ She isn't pulling away, and that's good - that's great, because the air is nippy but she is warm. Warm in a way that has his skin prickling and spine shivering, but warm nonetheless. He laughs softly into the small space between them, a smile impossible to wipe from his face. Wow. Wow. That had been...it was...

Amazing. God, she's amazing. How had she never kissed anyone before? Maybe she should add "kissing" to her list of subjects she tutors on...he'll be her first willing student. ]

Right? I thought it'd be all, like...slippery and wet, aaaand - I guess it kinda was, but...

[ His cheeks flush all over again, his smile turning bashful. ]

I-I liked it.

[ A lot. ]

[ slippery and wet, well, yeah that's how it was, even if she didn't put words to it. but prompto did, and so she laughs even if she drops her eyes away in embarrassment. she can't keep it away for long though, and soon enough she's looking up into his face again, her smile shy and warm all at once. ]

Me too.

[ she chews her lip, her fingers playing in the soft hairs at the base of his neck. god, she's still so nervous. he'd wanted to be here with her, wanted to kiss her but she's still out of her depth, worried about every step forward, even if it's a.. pleasant, good kind of worry. ]

I'm.. glad we did this.

Me, too.

[ All of it. Even the camping, and it's anyone's guess how he'll sleep tonight now, but at least he'll have something to preoccupy his thoughts outside worrying whether or not tarantulas are sneaking into his tent.

He's quiet a moment, gazing at her, simply appreciating her proximity, the stars he can see reflected in her beautiful blue eyes. It's a moment he wishes would never end, and...maybe it doesn't quite yet. ]

Do you wanna...stay up here for awhile longer?

[ she's a bit relieved when he suggests they stay, because truth be told she's not.. quite ready to go just yet. alisaie has waited a long time for this to happen, hoped for it, and she wants to cling to this moment for as long as she can. ]

I would.. like to stay a little while longer, if that's all right.

[ more kisses, please. ]

[ If he must!!! ]

O-okay!

[ If sounds a little enthused about her response, that's because he is, and after taking a moment to calm his still-thundering heart, his eyes fall shut as he leans in to kiss her again. Still soft, still gentle, but more assured this time. The hand in her hair slips down her neck and between her shoulder blades, his fingers tightening in her clothing, the scent of her filling him up everywhere.

It's so warm. It's so good. Why hadn't they done this a lot sooner? ]

[ it's hard to believe she was intimidated by this at all when it feels so nice and exciting and okay, she's still nervous, something could go wrong at any moment and she's terribly fearful of saying something astronomically stupid in her giddiness. but she can't say anything stupid if he's kissing her.

this time she's more prepared for it, when his mouth finds hers she's ready, head tilted and lips parted just slightly, just enough that they lock together firmly. it's no less thrilling than the last, and a pleasant shudder shoots up her spine, a warmth burgeoning in her chest. no doubt he can feel the way she shivers for all he is surrounding her, folding her up in his arms so securely that she feels as if nothing could ever go wrong again.

a soft hum slips into the kiss, warm and appreciative, and alisaie's arms tighten around his shoulders again instinctively, all of her slight weight leaning into him. her hands still tremble a little, but the kiss is more comfortable now, she gains confidence from his confidence, even when her teeth knock his, and when their noses bump, it's hardly a distraction at all. ]

[ He does feel that shudder beneath his hands, hears her hum in his ears and tastes her upon his lips, and it's all so good and thrilling that he sighs against her mouth. They're learning fast - the shape of their mouths and to fit them together, but they still bump noses and teeth, and it drives a breathless laugh out of him that is lost to their kiss completely. For how new they are at this, it isn't weird or awkward at all; it's sweet, and the sounds of their kisses fall gently upon his ears.

He loses himself in the feeling of it, in how she seems to be all around him at once, the stars and the cool night are and their entire camping trip beyond his reach now. Before he can think better of it, he dips his tongue to her bottom lip, and then pulls it back abruptly.

Maybe she'll just assume it was, er, a slip of the tongue, so to speak. God, did he really just do that? His eyes open just slightly, his cheeks burning warm, but he doesn't break off the kiss.

He could count every single one of her eyelashes when they're this close. ]

[ alisaie might not have kissed anyone before, but she still.. generally knows how it is done. she's read novels, she's seen movies, it's no great surprise that tongue is involved.

but still when she feels the touch of it it's like a little electric shock, a spark that makes her skin tighten over her bones and her chest clench with anticipation. it had felt.. strange, but also exciting, peculiar and new and worth pursuing, worth feeling again. there must be a reason that people do it, yes? there must be a pleasure in it, a satisfaction.

alisaie pauses for a moment, the kiss not quite broken, but not moving forward either, their mouths so close that their breath mingles. but it's only for a moment, and soon enough her curiosity overpowers her nerves and she's pressing in again, parting her lips over his and slowly, carefully dragging the tip of her tongue along his lower lip, tracing it, asking a question. ]

[ He's beset with momentary panic again when she slows, apprehensive that he's asked for too much and totally grossed her out. He's about to pull back, to apologize for misreading, to assure her they don't have to go to that step, yet - but then her mouth is against his again, her tongue slipping along his bottom lip, wresting a soft sound of pleasure right out of his chest.

He's only too eager to pursue that feeling, far more wet and slippery than their kissing had been, but somehow better for it. His lips part against hers, his tongue probing the tip of hers, his fingers in her clothing tightening in hers as the taste of her fills his senses. Oh, and she tastes like a dream, something savory lingering in her mouth as he slides his tongue slowly, carefully, past her lips, widening his even further to allow her passage past his as well.

He. Can't believe it. He's making out with her. ]

[ she wouldn't believe it either, were she allowing herself the opportunity to think about that at all. she will trip herself up if she does, overwhelm herself with the gravity of it, the excitement, the impossibility. so alisaie is very pointedly not thinking about the fact that they are, yes, making out, she's instead just.. letting it happen, living in the moment.

oh, and it's certainly a moment worth living. his tongue slips into her mouth and it's - it's so different, strange and new, the texture slippery and warm and surprising. a strange little sound moves in her throat, but it's not.. it's not unpleasant, in fact it's.. it's quite nice in a way that stirs butterflies in her belly and makes her dizzy.

she likes it. her exhale shivers against his mouth, and alisaie's grip on him tightens, her fingers catching in the fabric of his collar and tugging for purchase. without hesitation she's returning it, slipping her tongue past his to dip into his mouth, to feel and taste him, sinking into the experience of it all. ]

[ Her reaction is certainly encouraging, her tightening grip raising goosebumps on his skin as her tongue moves against his, somehow soft and prickly all at once, that bizarre new sensation filling him up. He tastes her in his own mouth, and it's so different that he stills for a moment, just to wrap himself around it. So, okay, this is why people do this.

And there's still so much to discover, to learn, so he takes his time, running his tongue along her teeth, jaw moving as they adjust and breathe and taste all in tandem. She's slowly filling him up, all he can see and smell and taste and hear and feel.

And god, it's good, how they fell into this, how they continue to fall into it. It's hard not to think, to not let his thoughts catch up with him and make him dizzy with his own reality, but instead, he focuses everything on this kiss - his hands on her warm body, her taste in his mouth, pulling her bottom lip taut with his teeth before kissing her deeply again, a hum low in his throat. ]

[ good isn't even a strong enough word for it. it's heady and intoxicating, and much of that she's sure can be attributed to the simple fact that this is new to them, that it's their first and there's really no replicating that, ever. especially when it feels so.. meaningful, like it was well worth waiting for this, for the right person, the right time. so many people rush into it, overeager, and have less than memorable experiences, and while alisaie didn't necessarily wait on purpose..

well, still, she's very glad that she never felt the urge or desire to push forward to it, to simply settle for someone or something that was not worth it. but she will remember this, absolutely, she will remember the chilly night air and the sparkling stars and the taste of him, the smell of his skin, the lopsided smile of this sweet, funny, sensitive boy.

so it's very easy to not hold back, to open right up into the kiss, into him, learning to navigate a kiss like this. it isn't easy, there are a lot of, err, moving parts, to to speak. their tempo isn't quite matched, sometimes she tilts her head before he's ready to, or stops to breathe at an inconvenient point, but it gets easier and easier. she maps his mouth, breathes him in, and into him, acquaints herself with the warm, slick texture of his tongue and lips, the kiss becoming deeper, deeper, hotter and hotter until her heart is pounding in her throat, her hands grasping him tightly. until she's dizzy with it.

she's never, uh, been particularly good at putting on the brakes for anything in her life. ]

[ The thing is, it's rarely up to Prompto to put the breaks on things. He's a follower, not a leader, and the fact that he'd managed to pony up and kiss her in the first place is nothing short of a miracle. And in everything that's followed, he takes her cues. When she stops to breathe, so does he. When her lips rim around his and her tongue delves deep into his mouth, so does his. When she doesn't stop, neither does he.

But everything in his mind is starting to get fuzzier, stickier, her mouth against his growing so hot and wet that he makes a sound near a whimper. His lips are starting to burn, his breath shuddering and ragged, as he speaks heady, rushed words right into her throat. ]

Alisaie - [ his hands fidget, heart pounding, teeth on her lips again ] - w-we should -

[ But god, he has no idea what they should do. ]

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