The "Seven Minutes In Heaven" Meme.

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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 still 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

idk what number

[nestinghabits]

Okay. Somehow, this isn't what I pictured myself doing at one of Stark's parties.

[It had started out as a barbecue on the roof, then there had been tequila shots. Tony had proposed a "team building exercise," which Clint had agreed to because he'd figured it'd be something like trust falling or whatever. But, nope. Here he is locked in a closet with Nat. At least it's a nice closet. He's pretty sure he's stayed in smaller quarters before, while out on the job.]

number BWAHAHAHA

[backstab]

I have to ask: what did you expect to be doing? [As far as Stark's debauchery goes, this isn't that bad. After all, it's not as if they're contractually obligated to make out.

Calmly and efficiently, Natasha reaches up and musses her hair, then unbuttons the top few buttons on her shirt. Then she glances at her watch.] Okay, make yourself look as if we've been kissing and then we can get out of here in six more minutes.

yes, that's the one i meant.

[nestinghabits]

I guess I expected more swanky rich people to be hanging around, like at the birthday party you told me about. Stark pissing in his suit and blowing up bottles of Dom with a bunch of sycophants watching, or whatever.

[As he's speaking, Clint is mussing his own hair and doing his best to wrinkle his clothes. He's only wearing a t-shirt, so there's not much to be done with it.]

[backstab]

He's mellowed a little. [Now he does spin-the-bottle and seven minutes stuck in a closet. It's like he's regressing. But, in her opinion, Stark's always had the mentality of a twelve-year-old.] This is probably better. That birthday party ended with a fight that destroyed half his house.

[She smudges her lipstick with a thumb, then reaches out to smear some of the red on the corner of Clint's mouth.]

[nestinghabits]

[He puckers his lips as Natasha transfers the lipstick, clearly amused by this entire situation; but as her hand moves away, he follows it with his eyes, and then flicks them briefly toward her lips.

It's the tequila, okay? Just gonna pretend it didn't happen.]

Pretty sure you're right. This time his guest list could bring down the whole tower.

[backstab]

Yeah. I guess I should just be thankful I didn't get Banner stuck in here with me.

[The lingering gaze doesn't escape her notice. She hikes up an eyebrow.] So. Do you think this will be...convincing enough?

sorry, work got crazy!

[nestinghabits]

I don't know.. he's not that bad looking. As long as you didn't get him too excited, I think you'd have been okay.

[Clint fluffs at his hair again as he considers her question, and then shrugs.] D'you think this is seven minutes worth of lipstick smudge?

Quite all right!

[backstab]

You overestimate me, as usual.

[She gives him a look that's a mixture of fond and salacious.] I dunno. You want to add some more the clever way... [She produces a lipstick tube, holds it up.] ...Or the traditional way? [She inches closer, smiling. Definitely salacious now.

Blame the alcohol, even though she's already metabolized most of it.]

[nestinghabits]

Is that even a thing that's possible?

[Maybe she's right, but Clint really does think the world of her--professionally and personally. He's just trying to keep this whole thing on the professional side.

That look she's giving him though? Definitely making it harder to keep things professional.]

Really? You're gonna give me that choice? [He closes the distance between them and, unless she moves away, presses his lips to hers.]

[backstab]

[She doesn't move away. In fact, as soon as their lips meet, she's leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his neck, molding her body to the front of his.

He tastes like alcohol but she doesn't mind - she probably does too. It gives them an excuse not to be embarrassed about this later.

And Natasha is perfectly happy to take advantage of him that.]