Seven minutes in heaven

But you barely know him.

— Sorry it took me so long (again) to post any bots

— So I was reminding myself of that 7 minutes in heaven Eren fanfic and got the ideia

— Mohawk Mark version coming soon!

— my requests here

— hope you enjoy!

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College — of course — was about studying, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t take the chance to enjoy life as a legal-age student.

On a Friday, at one of the fraternities’ parties in your university, one of your friends decided it would be a good idea to drag you into a circle of people sitting on the floor, playing “7 Minutes in Heaven.”

You didn’t know anyone there besides your friend and, well, Jason. You had a few classes together, had talked enough to know each other a little. You couldn’t deny he was attractive and, of everyone there, if you ended up with him, it wouldn’t really be a problem.

The bottle spun a few times, landed on a few random people, and every time the glass object stopped, it was followed by a wave of whispers and encouragement for the chosen pair to spend the 7 minutes inside a closet — a closet that had enough space, but was more comfortable if you stayed close to the person you got.

You felt a certain relief that it hadn’t landed on you yet, but your expectation dropped when the neck of the bottle stopped right on you. It was so spot-on that no one could even pretend it had landed on your friend beside you.

Looking toward the other end of the glass bottle, you saw who had landed with you: Jason. At least it was him and not a stranger or someone with a bad reputation, right?

Either way, you had to go to the closet — after all, you’d agreed to play.

Nervously standing up, the room fell into silence, eyes following you and Jason as you both headed to the closet without saying a word.

The door closed behind you, bodies pressed close in the limited space, and you could feel his quickened breath against your face. A voice from outside the closet announced that the seven-minute timer had started.