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bakerstreet2020-04-22 02:56 pm
socksome) wrote in bakerstreet2020-04-22 02:56 pm
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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! |
6
It makes Vanitas want to be sick.
He gets dragged to these things one way or another. Either with Sora, because his twin is insufferable, or by Ventus, who he's been not-dating on and off for almost two years. He has a couple of college friends that tell him Vanitas isn't good for him, that he gives him a bad reputation, and he seems to go back and forth on whether to believe them. Vanitas hates them both, so he probably isn't doing himself any favors. Right now, he and Ventus aren't talking, because he'd given Aqua a bloody nose in the parking lot behind the ice cream shop downtown and wouldn't say sorry. So even though he's here, they haven't exchanged a word.
Vanitas has spent the majority of the evening refilling his cup with that shitty pre-made margarita mix and watching everyone carry on— but what's really caught his attention is whatever the hell is going on with Riku this week.
He's got a girlfriend, which is a new and hilarious development. Vanitas can't remember what her stupid name is because he doesn't care about it, and whatever this guy thinks he's playing at apparently has everyone fooled except Vanitas himself. The moron has been mooning after his brother for as long as he's probably been alive, but ever since Kairi asked Sora to the dance he's had some stick up his ass he won't shake loose. Acting all aloof and cool, like anyone but Vanitas could pull that off. The two of them make him absolutely insane— a conversation would probably clear up all the tension between them that you could literally cut with a knife, but no, they have to make things hard for themselves.
Maybe it's the liquor, or maybe it's Vanitas' inability to leave anything alone, but he catches Riku watching Sora tackle Hayner into the pool and he loses his patience completely, and it's what makes him shoulder his way roughly into the game of spin-the-bottle when it starts much to the faint alarm and mild excitement of most of the circle. Probably because whomever lands on him and gets stuck with him in the shed for seven minutes is just as likely to leave with a bloody nose as anything else.
Is it cheating, to spin the beer bottle in such a way to make it land on Riku? Absolutely. Vanitas would be lying if he said he didn't relish the howling of the crowd and the look on Riku's face when he realizes. ]
Well?
[ Vanitas stands smoothly, his red solo cup dangling from his fingertips. ]
Are you going to chicken out, coward?
screaming
It isn't even like he dislikes her, he just thinks he rushed into a choice for all the wrong reasons, and now when he thinks about trying to take it back, he just feels...
Trapped. There's no choice he can make without hurting someone he cares about.
And then there's the matter of Sora's twin brother, Vanitas. His dark reflection.
The change in Riku's expression - wide eyes, a parting of his lips in surprise, the prompt curl of his fingers into tight fists - is significant simply because Riku's a little infamous around the islands for his seeming indifference, his cocky smirks and unpredictable temper. The only people Riku is consistently soft on is Sora and Kairi and, if rumors are true, that pretty girl with the golden hair.
His exhale is spat through his gritted teeth. Riku stands up, giving a toss of his head. Anyone just coming into the conversation wouldn't be blamed for guessing these two were preparing to fight, not stuff themselves into a closet for seven minutes and hope the rest of the party don't forget they're there. ]
In your dreams! Let's go.
0w0
He's weird. He's always been weird.
And so is Riku, no matter how much things changed when he hit puberty and he suddenly became all interesting.
Vanitas still has the same knobby knees, the same soft cheeks, the same sharp wrists. No amount of martial arts training or push ups or endless, grueling workouts do anything to change it. Instead of turning himself inward, like Riku had, he turned all that ugliness outward. He goes back and forth, on whether he admires Riku for that ability, or whether he wants to put his fist in his face out of envy. Frustratingly, it isn't like he can't see what the others do in his broad shoulders— even if he still sees that stupid doofus that said he'd fight a meteor shower for his best friend.
He doesn't wait for Riku, once he has his confirmation. He drains his cup and tosses it carelessly into the grass, much to the chagrin of the Don't litter, Vanitas! that follows after him.
Only when he wrenches the shed door open does he finally looks back over his shoulder. The tiki torch light winks off all the earrings that peek out from the wild scatter of his hair as he shouts back at the group. ]
Seven minutes! One of you dipshits better start a timer!
[ From this distance he spots The Girlfriend, looking faintly concerned, and Sora, with an expression he can't decipher this far away. His gold eyes— not his parent's eyes, but his loathesome grandfather's eyes— slide to Riku, one final challenge issued, before he walks into the dark. ]
I love how belligerent Vanitas is
The crowd that put him in with didn't tolerate the soft heart he had when he was young. He was weird. His interests were strange. Riku was never interested in fitting in with them, but protecting himself meant he had to grow hard and a little cruel.
There was a period of time when Riku... wasn't very nice. Rumor had it stuff at home had something to do with it, but like nearly everything else that was personal, Riku didn't talk about it. It's an intimate community, people talk, and some said the only reason Riku evaded expulsion was because he was tapped for some kind of athletic scholarship.
He could have been popular, if he bothered to hang with the "right" crowd, if he showed more interest in the girls who fawned over his appearance. Instead, the only people he ever really wanted to hang with were here, in particular with Sora and Kairi until things started to get complicated. But for all those years growing up together, Riku never treated or saw Sora's twin brother as someone indistinguishable from his best friend.
Neither did he try to correct his behavior. What he did instead was only ever draw a line and defend the boundaries he set around himself and the people he cared about.
Naturally, this meant they butted heads, both of them stubborn. ]
What a hassle.
[ Riku yanks the closet door shut behind him with a slam, plunging them both into a darkness that would be total but for the glow of light in a golden line under the closet door. In it, Riku folds his arms over his chest, tossing his head to get the silver out of his eyes. ]
...You did that on purpose.
that's definitely a word for it
I see the way you look at my brother.
[ He doesn't admit it was cheating, because he doesn't need to. Of course he cheated, why wouldn't he? That kind of thing is low on his list of transgressions.
Vanitas waits for the blow to hit before he turns around. Riku is taller than him, annoyingly. They used to be of a height, when they were younger, but then Riku shot up like a weed and just like Sora, the gap has never closed between he and Vanitas. It means he needs to angle his chin up to look into his face, but what Vanitas doesn't have in height he makes up for in presence.
Just because he's smaller than a lot of the people he picks a fight with doesn't change the fact that he usually wins. ]
You might have them fooled with that new side piece of yours, but I know what you really want.
no subject
[ Riku tenses like he's about to move. If this had been somewhere else, not some dumb challenge to stay locked up in the shed together for seven minutes or risk losing face in front of all of their friends, Riku would have turned heel and walked away from this like it isn't worth his time.
Doing that now would seem like running away. His pride just won't abide it.
It balls up into fists at his sides, makes the muscles of his arms bunch up with the potential to cock one back and drive a fist into Vanitas and make the whole mess a lot more complicated than it already is. Something like that would surely turn into a fight - a brawl - they'd probably take it too far and wreck something expensive.
Keenly aware of the possible consequences, he attempts to keep his temper in check. It's a lot harder than that sounds, everything is when it comes to Sora these days.
Too late, he realizes he should have objected to his girlfriend being called a "side piece" and feels ashamed that he didn't. Now, it's an afterthought, driving home how unfairly he's treated her, the position he's put her in. ]
What, jealous? If you wanted a girlfriend so badly, you could try being more like your brother.
[ That blow is a low one and one that rings dissonant because Riku has consistently discerned between the two of them when so many others jumble the two brothers up, assign them dumb labels like the "good" one or the "bad" one. ]
no subject
It's all ambient noise around his own drawling retort: ]
I don't like girls, Riku.
[ Whether that statement is objectively true or not doesn't actually matter; he isn't saying it just for the fact of it. He's saying it to watch Riku get all tight and defensive. He's saying it to see how far he can push Riku in seven minutes before he cracks. ]
I don't think you like them much either.