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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? 10) Get A Room | Your seven minutes are up but neither of you wants to stop. Relocate to a spare room! |
idk what number
[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
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.
[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.]
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[She smudges her lipstick with a thumb, then reaches out to smear some of the red on the corner of Clint's mouth.]
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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.
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[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!
[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!
[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.]
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[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.]
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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
himthat.]