Seven Minutes In Heaven

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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 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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inoue orihime ♕ bleach

[gingernut]

03

[grind_pantera]

[Why was he even bothering? What was the point of taking this dumb bet? Stupid Arrancar pride. He shouldn't have allowed himself to be baited that easily.]

Tch. I shouldn't have agreed to any of this. Now I'm stuck in this cramped space, and the damned door won't budge. The hell's this thing made of, anyway?

[gingernut]

[ how to placate an arrancar GO. ]

Just wood! We can talk about anything you like until it opens, I promise to keep everything said in here a secret.

[grind_pantera]

Wood, my ass! What wood could stand up to one of my hits?

[Grimmjow slams his fist against it hard enough to shake the interior of the closet,but the door itself stays put. Just because they saved him, didn't make him some toy they could play. After a few more strikes, he resigns himself to lean against the back of the closet, folding his arms.]

It's that fuckin' Urahara! That asshole set all of this up just to amuse himself! Tch...Alright, fine. You wanna' talk? Talk. Entertain me.

[gingernut]

[ sdfghk!! keeping her head down until he's done being a massive baby. ]

It's fine, they know we're in here. We'll be out soon. [ Grimmjow cALM UR ASS DOWN, SON, this ain't Hueco Mundo. ] Secrets aren't supposed to be entertaining, it's a show of trust.

[ And showing enthusiasm for this mode of gaming beats making out with all those gnarly fangs that might shred her face to bits, whoa. Time to distract the big burly Espada. ]

For example! I like the pretty color of Grimmjow-san's hair, but I wouldn't ever tell anyone.

[grind_pantera]

[He'll be as big a whiny baby as he wants to be!]

...Sure, I guess. It's...blue. Very blue.

[Hey man, it's all he's got. His sense of aesthetics isn't the best. All the same, he can at least try.]

You're...pretty cool, I guess. Ya' heal stuff good. It's useful.

[gingernut]

Thank you for saying so, Grimmjow-san. Perhaps if we get comfortable in here, the wait won't seem so long, ne?

[ Sit down, big kitty. ]

[grind_pantera]

Oi, oi. Scientist-bastard. When are we getting out of here? How many more minutes? Ain't it seven, already?

[Don't worry, it was at Urahara, not you. Oh, there's a note under the door.]

Eh? "Not seven minutes. Seventy." WHAT THE FUCK!?

[gingernut]

[ D: seventy ................. shit. okay, fine, she's up and knocking the door too. STEP ASIDE, MISTER ARRANCAR. ]

Urahara-saaaan, hello? Urahara-san, please let us out! [ Don't be a pervert, old man!! ] It's too cramped in here for Grimmjow-san!

[grind_pantera]

[Doesn't seem to be any answer on the other side. Now Grimm is just being a big pouty-baby and sitting against the wall.]

Forget it, it's pointless. We ain't gettin' out until it's time.

[gingernut]

[ Hands on her hips, she huffs and sinks down to sit against the opposite wall, slumping against soft coats. He really is such a big grouchy cat, it wouldn't do to laugh. ]

We could nap?

[ Not that there's anywhere soft to lie down except their laps, but. ]

[grind_pantera]

We don't need to rest all the time, like you humans do.

[At least it's only mildly insulting.]

...So what's with you and Kurosaki, anyway?

Have a random scenario maybe?

[niceguypose]

[Rock Lee was already inside - he misunderstood the rules and participated only because he thought this was some kind of very contained sparring ring. Once he hears the door open and close, he calls out.]

My opponent has finally arrived?! [He can't actually see her yet... because he doesn't realize that he's facing the back wall of the closet.]

yes awesome

[gingernut]

[ Good job she's spent her formative years with guys this nuts, she can think on her feet. ]

Is that my opponent for the Endurance Test? Is he strong enough to beat me at quietly standing still in this closet until our captors cease the torture? I hope so!!

excellent

[niceguypose]

[Truly you are skilled, Orihime. Rock Lee gives an impressed hum without yet realizing he has to turn to face her.]

Yes, this is your opponent! Konoha's Beautiful Green Wild Beast, Rock Lee! I... I am sure that I can defeat you in such a way! With the merciful grace of youth! [He's totally got this. Except for the 'being quiet' part.]

[gingernut]

[ Pshhh, best tap him on the shoulder. At least there's a little light coming through the slats of the closet door (it really will be a miracle if either of them are quiet). ]

Hello~! Inoue Orihime, Karakura Town's champion cook at your service!

[ TITLES SEEM IMPORTANT, SHE WANTS ONE TOO. ]

[niceguypose]

[He quickly turns at the shoulder tap to face her and see her in the slight amount of light. For a second he has a fighting pose, but he can't maintain seriousness when seeing someone so cheery. So he smiles cheerily back, the fighting stance relaxing.]

Ah! An impressive title! [It's not hard to impress him. EVERYONE GETS A TITLE] It is a pleasure to meet you, even under these circumstances, Orihime-san! Do you battle often?

[gingernut]

I do!! [ HECK YEAH, striking a battle pose of her own, she's a fearsome kitty tiger! ] I fight for truth and justice, just like my nakama! I'm honored to be in competition with the great Rock-san.

[niceguypose]

Ah... [Her own pose? So impressive! Lee pumps a fist in the air.] Those are admirable things to fight for! The epitome of youth! Please, the honor is all mine! I cannot wait to compete!

[gingernut]

[ This guy is so cool??? ]

We have to wait until they open the doors, they want to see which of us will crack first. [ No offense, bruh, but she's sort of taken by the dumbest shounen protag ever even if he doesn't know it, weh. May as well have fun in here together!! ] We can win as a draw, does that sound good?

[niceguypose]

[You'll never meet anyone cooler, Orihime. Believe it.]

Ah! That is a clever strategy! I approve wholeheartedly. [It's not the biggest loss, since he doesn't realize what the actual game is supposed to be, anyway. He's glad to make a new friend overall.] I can already tell that you are a worthy opponent! [He cracks a smile that sparkles and gives her a thumbs up.]

On this day... We can both be champions!

[gingernut]

[ Applauding that! She leans against the coats in the closet, watching what she can of him. ]

Where does Rock-san come from?

lol idk

[modsoul]

[The door clicks shut behind them. Kon is grinning like an idiot. For him, it's like he's just won the freaking lottery. For Orihime, it's probably as if the rest of her high school peers just saw her being shut in a closet with Ichigo. Maybe she's embarrassed. Maybe she's excited. Kon doesn't really give it much thought, because he's locked inside a closet with Orihime and they're expected to make out. How much better could his life really get?]

Inoue-san. I promise I will be gentle.

omg ilu

[gingernut]

[ His life could get a lot easier if he paid as much attention to Ichigo's mannerisms as a reiatsu bloodhound teenage girl. It takes her a moment to get over the fact who just walked in, but then she blinks and gives him a narrow look; since when does Ichigo bother with honorifics for nakama or close friends, and (as nice as it is to assume they have all the time in the world to make out) he wouldn't promise to be gentle without first explaining his heart. Or throwing a fit to try and get out first.

He's awkward, honest, and sweet like that. And very, very obvious. (Lastly, his reiatsu smells like a dirty rag, to put it nicely.) ]

You are not Kurosaki-kun.

[ ... Kon. Stay right there, buddy. ]

9

[harmonic]

[ Go to the party, they said. You'll have fun, they said. You need to get out before mushrooms start growing on your head, they said. Maka came to the party to shut up her friends and expecting to be bored, but the boredom went straight to awkward annoyance once they tossed her into this game by force. ]

--Hey, hold it!

[ Force being literally. She gets shoved into the closet (bumping into her partner) and it locks before she can dash back out. Without looking to see who she is locked up with, she bangs on the door. ]

Let me out!

[ ...But she knows it is futile. People are always very serious about these kind of stupid pervert games, although she can't understand it. ]