bakerstreet | 7 Minutes in Heaven

7 Minutes in Heaven

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!

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[He thought he'd avoided that particular corner of that particular room, but it seems that two drinks was enough for him to have drifted over into the danger zone without realizing it until he heard a laugh and felt his arm grabbed as he was jerked and pushed over to the closet. Oh god, no. No, this never ended well. He always wound up with someone who gave him a look like he had a big 'L' on his forehead and smelled like... he didn't even know what they thought he smelled like. He found himself giving his arm a discreet sniff before -- whoops, shoved in. Great.

And there was already someone in here with him. A pretty girl with green eyes that seemed to be judging him before the door closed and they were left in the dark. Plus side? He didn't think he knew her. Maybe she didn't know him either. He might be able to go seven minutes without being told to 'stay on his side, jerk'. Not that he'd be all up on her side or anything...]

Ah... so.

[Sometimes, Bonnie was convinced the universe hated her. It was bad enough that she had been dragged to a party by her two favorite friends in the world, but of course, they had gotten distracted by cute boys and she had gotten distracted by the food. To be fair, that buffet table was calling her name!

She hadn't even finished her handful of chips before someone decided to push her into the closet. People usually didn't toss her into the mix, now that she thought about it. If anything, they avoided her altogether in favor of her friends. She glances over at the guy stuck with her - a nervous kid, though she imagines that he has a cute smile. (On the upside, he's a complete stranger. On the downside, he's also a complete stranger. She thinks she would've remembered seeing him around.)

The second the door closes, she sighs as she rummages around for the lightswitch.] Hey, it's okay if you don't want to play. I swear, they're tossing just about anyone in here these days... [Herself included.]

Yeah... they, ah...

[Okay, was that her making a reference to him being the anyone? It would fit since he wasn't exactly cut from the same mold as the other guys here. Maybe she would have preferred getting shut in with Isaac. Or Scott. Or... no, probably not Liam. He was a bit young for anyone.]

I'm Stiles.

[Because yes, his name would surely be the key to having her wanting to play this little game with him.]

[Lightswitch found! Bonnie flips it on, sighing of relief as she sinks down onto the floor. The light doesn't do much, considering there's still a few coats hanging, but it beats sitting in the dark.

Judging from his nervousness, she must've said the wrong magic words. He's kinda cute, now that she's got a better look at him, and well... One little kiss wouldn't hurt. That was the whole point of the game, and hey, there weren't any hard and fast rules that she knew of.] I'm Bonnie. [She scoots a bit closer.] Kinda funny we haven't met before now, huh?

Bonnie? That's a... nice name.

[Maybe he should just sit down so she felt less like he was looming over her. Yep. Don't be afraid of the big bad Stiles.]

Is it? I guess... I don't know. I haven't seen you at Beacon Hills.

[Not even a year or three ahead of him. He noticed things like that. Hot girls. They were on his radar.]

Thanks. [The compliment makes her blush, though she tries to ignore it because just acknowledging it will make her blush even more.] Stiles is... a family name, right?

Probably because I don't go there. [She laughs softly, curling up with her knees close to her chest.] I'm a senior at Mystic Falls.

[Since they exchanged names and schools, they're not total strangers anymore, right?] So are we going to talk around for seven minutes, or do you want to play? ["Because I think I could manage it."]

Ah, y...eah. Sort of. Goes with the last name. Stiles Stilinski. It's more of a nickname, really, but it's all I'm known as.

[Don't ask what his real name is. Please don't do that to him.]

Ah. Well. Okay. Mystic Falls. I have... no idea where that is, but I'm sure they have an excellent curriculum.

[His voice broke a little on the last word when she mentioned playing along, his tongue coming out to wet suddenly dry lips as his eyes widened.]

You, um... you want to? Because, I mean, I'm totally fine with whatever you want. Completely. Girl power.

[Shut up, Stiles.]

Better than a parent's middle name. [She was guessing mother's maiden name, actually! There have been far, far stranger names wandering the halls of Mystic Falls High.

Oh. Oh dear, Bonnie can't quite hide her laughter as she closes the distance between them.]

Why not? You're cute, and well... ["It's just one kiss." Caroline's always telling her to live a little, so Bonnie might take her up on this. Bonnie leans forward, close enough to kiss him but also far enough that if for some strange reason, he wants to back out, he's more than allowed to.]

Is that who you're named after? Your mom?

[Oh, well, hello there, pretty girl. Pretty girl in his space. Pretty girl leaning in and... yep, he's going to just sort of... close that distance and hope he doesn't do something that deserves a slap.

Because hey, he'll take 'you're cute, and well...' That is a win in his book.]

[She shakes her head.] Not me personally, but you see it a lot in the South.

[It is very much a win, especially since he's not bad at this kissing thing! Don't mind her casually wrapping her arms around his neck, relaxing her guard as she wholeheartedly kisses him in return.]

[He tries not to pull the face of confusion that usually settles on him when a pretty girl is kissing him -- like he can't believe his is real life. Instead, he's careful not to put his hands anywhere she might whack them, leaving them sort of hovering beside her as he just... yeah, okay. He's okay with the arms around him. That's good.]

[Hey, he's pretty attractive himself. Bonnie doesn't typically judge based off appearance, but he kind of reminds her of Jeremy in a way (and well, she's always been a sucker for Gilbert-shaped people).

She lets go reluctantly, if only because she's gotta breathe eventually.] You're not half-bad, you know.

I'll take half-bad. Better than all bad. You are... definitely better than half bad.

[Good thing she wasn't a werewolf. That meant she couldn't hear how his pulse was hammering away or smell how his hormones were getting the better of him. God, please don't let her be a werewolf.]

Thanks. [She's most certainly blushing now. No supernatural senses here! Which, really, may be a good thing here since... wow.]

They haven't come to get us yet, so... [She shrugs.] Maybe we could go for a round two?

R-round two? I can do tat. I mean, yeah, sure... if you want. I could, that would be doable.

[How he wasn't taken was a mystery. A mystery, Bonnie.]

[A mystery that she might need to solve, because what girl wouldn't want this dork?

She initiates the kiss this time, restraining herself less as she finds herself genuinely enjoying this. Man, how long had it been since she had let herself do something just for the sake of it?]

[Probably about as long as it had been for Stiles, sans the kissing parts. He was trying not too get too carried away with it because hey, strange girl, but also, hey, hot strange girl, so... that was a little harder to manage.]

[As long as he doesn't suddenly transfer to Mystic Falls High, Bonnie can cut herself a little slack. He's cute, not bad at kissing, AND they're actually playing instead of seven whole minutes of talking.

Who would've thought? She holds onto his shirt a bit tighter than she means to, but she might actually be disappointed when time's up.]

[Seven minutes fly by, seven minutes that Stiles spends with his mouth intently learning Bonnie's. He can feel the grip in his shirt and somehow, that just makes it a little better. Like she doesn't want him to pull away. His ego is more than happy with that and it's with an actual sound of dismay that he blinks up into the sudden light of the closet being thrown open and the following hoots and hollers.

He looks at her with a sort of gobsmacked expression, but there's a dopey little smile playing around the edges of his mouth.]

Um, I guess... we're... I think that's... yeah.

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what is proper timelines

Clearly not needed here. Just be lucky I tagged you with Stiles and not Damon >>

dfldjkldf she would be eternally mortified...

Oh, come on. If you can sleep cuddle with him, you can play a little tonsil hockey ;)

maybe if he says pretty please :')

Hey, he can be charming...

He's very charming! This is Bonnie we're talking about though ❤

This is very true, ♥

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hello month-later reply, we meet again

hello, month-later reply that pointed out I typoed. =|

... I hadn't even noticed

>> No one saw anything.