Party games with kissing

[adisastergay]

RULES • Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. • RNG for a number between 1-10 to get your scenario. Mix and match! • Have fun!

SCENARIOS 01) One In A Million | The other person is the only reason you agreed to play this game and now you have them right where you've hoped for all night! Get it, tiger. 02) Not My Type | This is hella awkward. Is it their voice? Attitude? Appearance? You just don't want those lips anywhere near yours. Seven Minutes In Heaven, more like Seven Minutes Of Nope. 03) Seventy Minutes | You're so involved in smooching that neither of you notices the door has been locked and everyone else has left the room! Not until it's too late. 04) Unrequited | Tell them how you feel (so many! emotions!!). Even if you're a little too enthusiastic and your love is unrequited you have seven minutes of smooching to do, as per game rules. You can't fail! 05) Seconds and Thirds | Some self-proclaimed funny man outside upped the stakes and now a third party has been shoved inside with the two of you. Make the most of it! (Three-way threads ahoy!) 06) Taken | One of you has a significant other and your seven minutes are spent smooching anyway. Oops. 07) Strangers in the Hangers | Hello there, Good Looking. Where has this hottie been all night? Who cares, now they're yours! 08) Long Lost Smooches | You haven't seen them in forever and didn't know they were going to be here tonight. Resolve that UST! 09) Party Pooper | One of those involved is upset because of #PartyShit and now they're trapped in a closet after getting dragged into playing a game they tried to avoid. Cheer them up? With kisses? Good plan. 10) Get A Room | Your seven minutes are up but neither of you wants to stop. Relocate to a spare room!

Comments

[coeus]

[ In truth, he doesn't interpret Scaramouche's shoving as bad until he yells.

Childe's eyes snap open and, unlike before, he is completely sobered by the shock of the situation. He's drunk on both lust and alcohol, but even then, his shame still feels touched by the extreme embarrassment of being found.

His instinct is to turn and look, but given their... positioning... he doubts what course would be best. In the interest of not exposing both of them, Childe holds tight through Scaramouche's shoving at least until the door is shut again. He's left speechless for several seconds, blinking in disbelief.

... To be fair, they should've expected as much. ]

How the fuck is this my fault?!

[ Childe inhales and glances down between them. He pulls back slightly, just so they're apart, but-... it isn't as if there's much room to move further away anyway. Moreover, his instinct is to tug Scaramouche closer, so to leave completely seems too cold. ]

You're the one that... that... [ He pauses. ] How are we going to get out? Your... pants, they're...

[ His words trail off.

Maybe it was partly his fault they were in this situation. Not that he'd admit it, anyway. He groans and unintentionally presses a blood-dripped hand to his face. It takes him a moment to realize that they're also both splattered with his blood, which doesn't help. ]

... Well. That's your fault.