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Drunken Confession Meme : Meme Accepting Send me a 🍺 for my muse to make a drunken confession to yours

@moondrop-thief

Drunken Confession Meme : Meme Accepting Send me a 🍺 for my muse to make a drunken confession to yours

  Fushimi was at Party Rock but this time not for work. He was actually out with some friends just partying and having fun. He ended up the bar totally drunk out of his mind. He just couldn’t contain anything and he ended up blurting out things he’d never say sober to a complete stranger. 

Send kissed! and my character will react to receiving this type of kiss from yours…(some NSFW apply!) meme accepting

@nobloodboneash

65. Tease Saruhiko wasn’t use to this behavior from Misaki but suddenly he was so close to him and before there lips could even touch he just backs away nonchalantly. Saruhiko freezes up in embarrassment from the proximity for two seconds before he gets angry. “What the hell was that for, you idiot!?”

Drunken Encounter || Fushimi & Yata

   Misaki wasn’t sure what sort of reaction he was expecting from Fushimi, but it wasn’t to be grabbed at the wrist and dragged along. He nearly dropped his own drink with the force, but instead downed it as they moved to protect the risk of spilling it. With no idea where there were going, all Yata could do was shout over the music. “Saruhiko, what are you doing? Oi! Are you listening to me?”

   Misaki continued to grumble, but when along anyway. Before he knew exactly what was happening, the door to a closet was thrown open and he was shoved roughly inside, this time actually dropping his (now empty) cup to the ground just outside the room. Turning to face Fushimi, the smalled male cocked his head and frowned. “What was all that about? If you wanted to talk you could have just -”

   His sentence was cut off, back hitting the plaster of the closet wall. Yata’s voice failed to find him at the sudden closeness of the ravenette, chills racing up his arm at the breath across his ear. He wanted to say something, complain about the situation or Fushimi’s grip on his arm, but instead he breathed out shakely. “S-Saruhiko!”

   Feeling the release of pressure on his arm, Misaki’s body was tempted to move, kicking into fight or flight mode. However, the hand moved up to capture his face, keeping him in place and connecting his lips to his best friend’s. 

   If he had been holding his breath, it would have been stolen from him. His heart beat rapidly in his check, but all he could focus on was the way kissing Fushimi felt and okay, damn, maybe he was a little less straight than he thought. His knees felt weak, and he wrapped his arms around the other male’s neck for support. When he finally broke away for a shuddering breath, Yata looked to him with wide, surprised eyes. “Saruhiko…?”

  It was clearly the alcohol that made him do this. That had to be the reason. It hadn’t been because he was jealous of Misaki kissing another guy. Right? Now he wasn’t sure. His mind was running with a million thoughts per second and his heart was racing. He had no idea what was happening.

  The moment the kiss ended, Saruhiko was utterly confused. However, as he saw the look in Misaki’s eyes he saw that he was just as confused. Saruhiko leans his forehead against the male’s and lets out a slow breath. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me? I’m usually not like this but I just lose control when it’s you. You just drive me so crazy, you know that?” he states with a light chuckle.

anything you can do i can do better

@bluefushimisaru​

Their president’s voice fell completely on deaf ears as Xavier was too busy playing on his phone. He scrolled absentmindedly through his news feed, pausing with a hovering thumb anytime a headline caught his interest, before he went back to scrolling once more. For the past couple of weeks club meetings had become lecture halls with regional coming up. Xavier did not have to worry about his skills all that much - he knew he was the best fencer on the team.

If only a certain someone knew that too.

It was no secret he and a fellow fencer had it out for one another. At first Xavier had completely ignored the one sided rivalry; it was a stupid, trivial thing to dwell on. However, over the course of a year that silly rivalry turned into something more - a conquest to become the best.

Just thinking about his rival drove Xavier antsy. Briefly he looked up from his phone to spot him sitting on the other side of the room. Before they could make eye contact, Xavier looked back down at his phone. Eventually the club’s president dismissed them with a friendly reminder to practice, practice, practice! As the rest of the club members began to break off into groups to chat, Xavier quickly grabbed his bag and made a beeline for the door.

It was dusk outside and only a handful of people were walking in the quad. Xavier shuffled along with his hands in his pockets, digging for something he craved, his pace hurried to get further from the university. When he believed he was far enough away, he pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter, and then he lit one up. He took a deep drag, breathing heavily through his nose, a stream of wispy smoke floating freely in the chilly evening.

   Fushimi had to say that he actually enjoyed fencing. Though he wasn’t a very social person, and preferred being by himself most days he enjoyed being able to do a sport with sword. It was quite nice to show off his talent. Plus it helped that he actually someone who was worth the challenge. Another person who was somewhat up to par with his skillsets.

   The president of the club was lecturing about techniques and to always and he dared to glance over to his friendly rival and to no surprise the male looked away instantly. Fushimi clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed at not being at least acknowledged. When the club president finally lets them off for the day, he spots his rival racing out the door. Something about this action bothered him and Fushimi needed answers.

   Deciding to follow him, Fushimi approaches the male who was now taking out a pack of cigarettes. “First off smoking is against campus rules” he states before grabbing the cigarette and crushing the burning end before tossing it in nearest trash can and second what the hell is with the beeline to do the door and looking away from me. You that butt hurt that I beat you twice in a practice match today huh?” he says smugly.

@deadeye-ready

  Fushimi was off for the night and decided to take the opportunity to go to the so called popular location of Moonshine Bar. He heard many things of the place and was quite intrigued to check it out. Entering the bar he was displeased of the atmosphere. It wasn’t as nice as HOMRA and he clicks his tongue in disgust. Still he wasn’t going to leave without having a taste on their mixed cocktails and also the type of the whiskey they had. 

  While he looked around for a place to sit he found that this place had its own security. It surprised him nonetheless. Every bar he’s been in he’s hardly see a security there. He decides he’d have a chat with this person considering they were in the same type of job field.  

  Fushimi walks over towards the security and decides to stand near him. “So? Any reason like a small place likes this needs security?”

@nobloodboneash

@zorystories

Ozzy 8:10pm [sent]: Hey did you finish the level you said you couldn’t finish?

   @nobloodboneash​ continued from x

  Maybe he was dreaming or maybe Fushimi was incredibly drunk. Either way he really didn’t expect for what happened literally just two seconds ago to happen.  What happened was not what he wanted to happen but because it did happen he had to react.

However, lets go before to how he got in this situation in the first place. Fushimi understood parties. He understood it was a way for social interaction and just to have fun. What he didn’t understand is why his classmates decided to drag him to one. Fushimi was no social butterfly. He actually preferred being alone in most cases.  So maybe that is why they dragged him to the party? To be more social? He had no idea but he didn’t want to be called a loser or anything of that sort so he lets himself get dragged along. 

  Fushimi didn’t expect to get this drunk but he couldn’t help it. The guys get giving him drinks and rather than tossing them he drinks them. He wasn’t going to let them down. He doesn’t know why he let what they thought of him matter but he actually enjoyed their company and he didn’t want them to think he is some boring loser. 

 It maybe was an hour or two in the party when the incident happened. Fushimi had gotten separated from his so-called friends and he stumbled into an unknown room trying to at least look for the bathroom or somewhere he could do his business. What he didn’t expect was to see his crush literally making out with another guy. Why was he here? Why was he kissing another guy? Why did he have to see this? A million questions came to his mind but he had no time to ask them. He just let his body react on its own.

  Now to the present time in which Fushimi asks what the hell the boy is doing? His reaction makes him go a bit haywire. He drops his drink and grabs Yata and drags him, forgetting that he even needed to use the restroom. Fully focused on the fact that this boy was kissing someone else. Fushimi finds a closet and shoves him inside before shutting the door behind him and turning on the light. 

  He grabs his arm and presses it against the back of the closet before leaning his face closest to male’s ear. “Your first kiss with a guy is supposed to be with me” he whispers in an angry sultry tone before releasing his arm and grabbing his face to smash their lips together.

Sunlight | Open Starter

Oz stared with wide eyes at the stranger, still trying to find their voice after discovering their own embarrassment with the situation. Every time they tried to utter something, it felt like a frog was stuck in their throat and there was a desperate croak to be set free.

“I- uh- sor- um.” Oz forcefully gulped, feeling the ebbing dryness pulsing against his tongue. They glanced down, taking a deep breath in an attempt to settle the mind. “I wasn’t, uh- I wasn’t trying to accuse you of littering.” Dark eyes stared at their yellow shoes, painfully watching the antsy nature of their feet as they refused to stand still. 

Eyes looking up, Oz stared at the stranger. “Sorry,” they muttered. The panic was rising, but it wasn’t choking him up too much. Maybe it was because this person was being pleasant and kind in such an awkward situation. “It’s fine if you do it again.” Wait, that sounded wrong. “I mean, littering isn’t always the most practical option, but… you said that… it was an accident.” The words continued to fumble out of his throat and he couldn’t stop the bout of word vomit spilling from his lips. “It’s, uh… fine…”

Fushimi didn’t really understand why the male seemed so shy. “No, I know you weren’t accusing me of littering and like I said thanks for picking it up and noticing I dropped it” he says happily.