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Slumber Party Meme

For some reason you are at a slumber party. No. Seriously. You are at a slumber party. DON'T QUESTION IT. You can be there by choice, or maybe just the will of the universe teleported you there. Who knows. All that is important now is you are involved in a slumber party ritual and you have to participate. No. Seriously. You are compelled to.

Also, you may be wearing a slumber party outfit... whether it's appropriate or not is up to ~~how cruel your mun is~~ the fates.

Or maybe you just really were invited to a slumber party. Who knows, that's half the fun~

Not sure of a game to get involved in? Well, we have compiled a nice little list for you:

Games:

1. Truth or Dare - Who hasn't enjoyed this game? Well.... except this time you are completely compelled to do what ever the asker has told you to do.. or tell the complete truth

2. Spin the bottle - Crap. Let's just hope it doesn't land on that one person you reeeeeeeeeeeeally hate.

3. 7 minutes in Heaven - Get shoved in a closet. You aren't let out until there is some serious kissing.

4. Bloody Mary - Summoning dead angry ghosts by chanting at a mirror? WHY NOT?

5. Pillow Fight - Possibly not as sexy as the pornos make it seem.

Activities:

6. Scary Movie - ...Who decided that we should marathon Jaws, The Birds, and Psycho all in one night?

7. Chick Flick - I think I need a good cry or maybe a nice gushy romantic comedy

8. Gossip - Oh let me tell you about what I heard about her brother's sister's cousin.

9. Karaoke - Are we really drunk enough for this? (~~The answer is always yes~~)

Bath and Beauty:

10. Make over - You need a new look. And we're gonna make you HOT.

11. Make Under - Let's see how RIDICULOUS we can make you look :D

12. Fashion show - Someone got into mom's cloooset.

13. Spa Day! - Facial masks, popping pimps, doing nails. What could be better?

Pranks:

14. Shaving cream on the hand - Alright. get your feather ready, time to give someone a cream beard.

15. TPing/Egging - Well, what better kind of slumber party is there than the type where you wreck revenge on someone else's house?

16. Forking - Forks + Lawn = Hilarious time?

17. Hand in a warm bowl - Wanna get someone to pee their pants? This is the prompt for you.

18. Bra/Undies in the Freezer - This is how we get hot heads to... (/sunglasses) cool down in the morning.

19. Wild Card - And really anything else we forgot to include. It's a slumber party, the possibilities are endless!

And if you reeeaally need it. RNG those suckers.

Instructions are simple:
-Post up with your character, their series. (Be sure to include prefs if you don't want a certain scenario)

-Tag others with whatever prompt... or make up your own

-OHMAIGAWD ITS A SLEEPOVER.

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[One minute Marui's ~~picking on~~ chatting with Akaya, and the next he's being shoved unceremoniously into a dark closet. A dark closet with someone else inside, and who he has no idea, but apparently he was selected for Seven Minutes in Heaven. Without anyone telling him he was in the game... until it was too late.]

So...

[Feel that awkward toe-taping vibe? It's coming off Marui. At least he's a champ about it?]

Ready to get your world rocked?

Edited 2012-03-30 18:52 (UTC)

[Yukimura had attempted to get out of the closet when the door reopened, and unlike Marui... well, he did get a glimpse of his companion.

It was kind of amusing.

Time for Marui to get his world shocked.]

I didn't realise you were so forward, Bunta.

[Ack! There goes hoping it was someone he didn't know... Damn his luck. He'll laugh it off, though.]

Well, when the occasion calls for it. Besides, I'm betting there's plenty you didn't know about me~

[And this is the part he advances on you, Yukimura. Just to prove his guts because no one can see them. And, more importantly, Yukimura can't see how his face is so bright red it looks like his head is a tomato.]

[It's hilarious though, even if Marui is stepping closer.]

Is that so? And I suppose I'm going to find out right now?

[He's definitely still amused though.]

I guess so~

[Because the distance is closing... closing... closed! Marui's hands are on Yukimura's shoulders and he's feeling quite a bit more awkward now. Yukimura's taller than he is, sob. So excuse him for a sec but-]

Uh. Can you... scooch down a little? Y'know. Just in case.

[Oh god. ALL THE AWKWARD of having to imply he might headbutt Yukimura's chin in the dark. By accident.]

[S-sorry, Marui, but Yukimura can't help but let out a small laugh at the notion that he might get headbutted by accident. Not to mention it ruined Marui's seduction a little.]

Are you sure you didn't need a little help?

[But at least he does lean back into the shelf of the cupboard now? It hurts a little, but at least it knocks off some of his height.]

What, don't tell me you're going to offer to lift my midget ass?

[But it's okay, Yukimura. It's okay to laugh, because at least that... cuts the tension some.

Marui reaches a hand up to cup the other teen's face so he has a guide, and kind of... makes a careful ascent to his lips, kissing him when he's finally there. Touchdown?]

There are shelves in here, you know.

[Oh, there's definitely touchdown, yes, however Yukimura kind of makes it awkward by smiling through it anyway. There's a tilt to his lips that shows he doesn't quite believe Marui is going to rock his world, but it's possibly going to work vice versa.

Possibly.

Maybe after the first part of the awkward kiss starts when their lips are actually aligned properly and Marui isn't kissing the corner of his mouth - right?]

[HE FEELS SO ASHAMED that it's so bad at first. And so utterly weird. This is hardass Yukimura, demon Captain of Rikkai. The guy who single-handedly drove their coach off by being better than him his first year on the team. It's a little hard to get over at first. In the dark it's easier, but in Marui's mind he still knows.

The fact his lips taste pretty pleasant when they finally connect also helps move things along. Enough that Marui's sliding his hand to the back of Yukimura's neck, threading gently through his hair.]

[It's also the guy letting Marui try to do what he can. For now, anyway.

In fact, he even keeps it a tad awkward, just for effect, but also lets his own hands slide over Marui's sides, holding onto him a little.

He lets Marui start to gather some ground anyway, lets him start to feel a little more comfortable with this.]

[Or do you mean gain his confidence? It was still strange to know who he was kissing, but it was also starting to feel a bit natural, gradually. When the awkward started wearing away, and Yukimura's hands were on him, that is.

Marui's going to try and get more bold now, though. He's going to try deepening the kiss as he presses himself a bit more against Yukimura, mindful not to put too much pressure and flatten him against the side of the closet. Just testing the waters and all.]

[It's a lot of false confidence though, buttering him up to believe he's utterly in control until he can flip the tables.

Or them.

It takes a moment for him to get the position to get the momentum to actually spin them around, using the closeness to manoeuvre Marui into the shelves this time - pressing him up against him while actually deepening the kiss as well, actually making it much more controlled and harsh.

It's pretty much like when he steps onto the court, seeming gentle and weak then blowing the opponents mind with smashes.]

[Marui's actually anticipating something, though. He know's his captain, and false confidence or not, it was a big help in this situation. Besides, he never thought that he could ever dominate Yukimura, but he liked the idea anyway.

So when the tables are turned he's not really surprised by anything but the things jabbing him in the back and the force he hits them with. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to cause pain. He manages to gasp into the other teen's mouth anyhow, curving his spine to get away from the... what, were they boxes? Things hanging? Eh, who cares. Curving against him molds Marui's body more closely to Yukimura's, pressing flush against him as his arms come around his neck to hold him stead. He's lazy, yes, but he's also egotistic enough that he's far from being submissive. Marui actually shifts his leg so his thigh rubs against the inseam of Yukimura's leg.

Well. So much for awkward, right? Good riddance.]

[Oh, good. It makes it a little less painful, in a way. It also helps with the awkward - which really has gone out the window now they're actually like this.

The only problem is, Marui can only get so far away from whatever is on that shelf before Yukimura is pressing him into it anyway. It's easier to keep steady and upright, and if Marui doesn't want to fall flat on his face, he'll deal with it.

He even nicks Marui's lower lip so there's a short burst of pain. It's not deep or lasting, but it's enough to let him know that he shouldn't try to push too far. Sort of, anyway. There should be some challenge at least.]

[It's so unmanly but Marui doesn't care. He whines softly when he's pressed against the things digging into his back. Those, he could do without. In fact, this whole thing would be ten times better if they were on a couch or bed... or even just against a real wall.

Obviously the fact that it's Yukimura Seiichi he's making out with is slipping his mind. Of course, he's definitely reminded when his lip gets a nice little wound, though. It's enough for him to briefly hiss about as he runs his tongue out along the other teen's lip, hoping to see if there was any blood smeared on it. Marui was anything but a sadist, but it seemed... interesting to mix the flavors of his own blood and Yukimura's mouth.

Unfortunately, though, he doesn't think he'll be able to make it for the remainder of the time unscathed. Not with how demanding the kiss was, and how it was making awkward teenaged hormones surge. Oops. Say hello to Marui's little friend? It's not completely awake, but if Yukimura's pressed against him enough he might start to feel something soon~]

Ha--

[The bite to his lip was a warning, he gets that, but he doesn't really care either. On top of everything else, he kind of just... wants to keep retaliating. Somehow. His thigh to Yukimura's inseam was obviously not enough. Maybe pulling him closer to deepen the kiss will be? How it could go deeper, he's not real sure. It's already pretty intense.]

[At least he isn't embarrassed about the noises? Marui, that is. Yukimura just uses them to know he's doing this properly and getting it right for the other teen.

Not like it would matter too much if it wasn't, it wasn't every day that this would happen, was it? The fact that Marui doesn't seem to mind the biting is new, however, he half expected him to bitch about it - or maybe that would come later?

When Marui presses closer, there is something he does notice about his friend, yes, but he doesn't comment on it. They have a limited amount of time after all - but also it forms a plan in his mind.

How long will it be before the door is opened, anyway? That would depend on how successful this will be.]

[Rest assured, bitching would come later. There was no doubt about that, but Marui was quite enjoying making out at the moment. Hell, he didn't even realize what was happening in his pants, that's how much. It wasn't even that Yukimura had masterful lips (though he was pretty good, he's not gonna lie), but that this sort of thing just never happens. There's never really a chance to get this close to anyone and do this kind of thing. That made sense, right? That made it okay, right?

Right.

He's starting to feel a bit lightheaded, though, and forces himself to stop. He pulls away from Yukimura's lips and turns his head to the side a bit, chest heaving as he's gulping for air as silently as he can.]

Not bad, Buchou. [Huff puff] Could do without breaking my lip open, though. Was that really necessary?

[And in contrast, Yukimura just looks a little ruffled from where Marui's hand had been in his hair. He's not an expert at kissing - really, it's not like he pays attention to it and thus, doesn't really care about it, but it isn't like he can't regulate his breathing well enough to not come out of it huffing and puffing like Marui is trying to not do.]

It will heal.

[He probably made that sound a little too sweet, didn't he? No matter. Unlike Marui he doesn't blow up into an egotistical ball either.]

Eventually.

[The sugary sweetness is as much oddly attractive as it is ominous. There was a demon lurking behind that smile. Luckily, he's had to deal with that for years already and just waves it off.]

You say that, but how the hell am I going to explain it?

[Obviously he's not really that pissed off about it though, since he's recovered enough to pull Yukimura into another kiss. Marui doesn't care to control it, though. He's not the kind of guy who takes charge often, so it's not that demanding so much as it's just there.]

[That demon is just under the surface too - especially as he hears the door click unlocked for whenever they want to come out. Those 7 minutes went rather fast, didn't they? At least people would know they're not afraid to get the job done.

Only Yukimura doesn't technically plan on finishing Marui off.]

Just don't explain it.

[Yukimura isn't bothered by it either, because honestly it could have been worse.

Much, much worse.

This time, when the kiss starts up again, he slides his hands between them to rest them more firmly on Marui's hips. In fact, Marui can probably feel his fingertips creeping under his shirt as he does control that kiss. It's not quite as bad as before - but it's getting there.]

[Whoa there, Yukimura!

That... Marui is not expecting. At all. The fact that he's stiffened up a bit and is now kinda wide-eyed says that. He doesn't back down, though. He's not protesting, just caught off guard. They're in a closet in the middle of a party and people know they're in there. It seems a strange time for it.

...Not that he cares too much, though. Small as it was, the feel of Yukimura's fingertips sliding against his skin actually sends a shiver through him. It's kind of wrong, isn't it? To start thinking about sex. To not mind the thought of it with someone he hadn't even considered being his type. He just kinda... gives himself to it, though. Still aware enough in case someone flings the door open, but uncaring just enough that he knows he'd look smug and try to close it again.]

[At least he isn't going straight for the kill?

This is Yukimura, of course he isn't. No, he pretty much plans to make it so Marui can't think first - then it can come to that. It's precisely why he has to bite back slight amusement at how easy it is to manipulate him into agreeing anyway - not like he seemed to want to protest to begin with.

With the way he's pressed against him now, he can feel enough to get the shiver. Especially as his fingertips buzz from the feeling of it. He flattens his palms against skin and presses his hands up, eyes opened a slither to watch and see how Marui reacts rather than just feeling it.

It's showtime, after all.]

[He's so glad it's dark in the room because he's starting to blush again. Marui's not normally a blusher - there's not much he's ever got to be embarrassed about, his weight aside. Then again, he's never really been more intimate with anyone besides hanging off them like a perch, either. But this... this is pretty damn new, thanks. As such, he's just kinda letting his body do the talking.

Curving a bit more, there are two things that are made clear to him. 1) He wants Yukimura. In the closet. Soon. 2) He probably needs to do something to ensure that he get's Yukimura. In the closet. Soon.

Once stationary hands now come down to loop two fingers each through belt loops. He attempts to both nibble Yukimura's lip and pull him a bit closer. Almost forcing them to grind, if he'd moved his own hips at all, which he didn't. Marui really wanted to, though. He could feel his pants tightening a little bit more, now understanding he was getting hard and horny.]

[It wasn't the first time Yukimura was one step ahead of him, only this time it was going to lead to some slight awkwardness and embarrassment on Marui's part.

For starters, Yukimura let himself be tugged forward, stepping closer and doing the grinding for him when their hips met. It wasn't that his own body wasn't reacting at all. He was only a teenage boy himself, after all, but he wasn't about to be embarrassed about something like that - not if he could walk out of there sneakily.

That was the point though - he'd be walking away.

There was definitely a pull there though, when the nibble came and he was so close they were pretty much moulding together. It probably wasn't helping that his hands were up and under Marui's shirt too, pushing that up a little with the back of his hands and wrists.]

[Yukimura's probably going to feel his breathing hitch, then. His body feels warm all of a sudden - alive, like he's playing some really good match. Only, it feels better than tennis and way more interactive.]

Nn--

[Oblivious to his plan, Marui flicks his tongue out to slide against Yukimura's bottom lip. He's not really asking for permission as much as he's warning him that he's going to delve into the other teen's mouth. They were locked in a closet - they could do this, right? How much time had passed, anyway?

...Did it matter if it looked bad?

Truthfully, Marui didn't give a damn. As seen when he slips a hand from Yukimura's belt look, gliding down the fly of his pants. There isn't much space between them, which makes positioning his hand kind of awkward as he actually slides his palm against Yukimura's groin. Haha, take that!]

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