#and i for one am ready to pop popcorn and see how it plays out

[daisynik7]

Pairing: Takuma Ino x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.7k

cw: explicit language, mentions of a popular horror movie, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), nipple play, blow job, mask kink, slight degradation (slut, whore), use of pet names (cutie, sweetie, baby) 

Summary: You and your new boyfriend Ino decide to watch a horror movie together in honor of spooky season. Halfway through, he notices how skittish you are, making him want to play a silly prank on you with his signature ski mask. It’s all fun and games until he realizes that you actually like seeing him in this way more than he anticipated. 

Author’s Note: Happy October y'all! What can I say, I am VERY into Takuma Ino right now and I just had to get this out of my system. This is barely edited or proofread, sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos, I really was just letting my fingers fly through this in a moment of passion LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune. 

You turn off all the lights, the only source of illumination coming from the TV screen, paused at the very start of the movie you decided to watch tonight. With a big bowl of freshly popped kernels in your grasp, you huddle beside your boyfriend, Ino, on the couch, covering both your legs with a fleece blanket. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you in closer, reaching to grab a handful of popcorn to stuff inside his mouth. “Ready?” he muffles, pointing the remote to the screen, finger pressed to the center button. 

Nuzzling your head against him, you answer. “Yup!”

It’s apparently one of those cult classic horror flicks according to Ino, who recommended it when you mentioned how you wanted to watch something scary for October. He’s seen it before, many times in fact, but he insists that you watch it. He has no clue how frightened you get over the silliest things, so tonight will be a treat for the both of you. 

The opening scene plays out: a beautiful blonde picks up the phone and the conversation ends quickly short because it’s the wrong number. Normal so far, good. It rings again, but now the caller seems interested in talking. Do you like scary movies? Do you have a boyfriend? The man’s voice gives you the creeps, and you find yourself shuddering from it, cuddling closer to Ino, who glances at you with a smirk on his face. 

You never told me your name.

Why do you want to know my name?

Because I want to know who I’m looking at.

This line gives you goosebumps and you lift the blankets up to hide behind it. “Ew, creepy!” Ino only laughs, throwing a few more pieces of popcorn into his mouth. 

It escalates from here, getting increasingly chaotic and violent. By the time you’re halfway into the film, the bowl is down to its last kernels and you’re crouched in Ino’s lap, peeking through your fingers. He pauses the movie after one particularly brutal kill. “Snack break! I’m going to make some more popcorn and go pee.”

“You’re leaving?!” you whine, clinging on to him as he tries to get up.

He chuckles. “Babe! It’s just a movie. I’ll be right back, okay?” He kisses you on the forehead, heading into the kitchen, leaving you alone in the living room. 

Of course it’s just a movie, but you can’t help feeling creeped out in the dark like this. You reach for one of the nightstands, turning on the lamp. You hear the drone of the microwave, and after a minute or so, the distinct sound of popping. Eventually, it comes to a stop, and the entire house is eerily quiet. You’re tempted to call out for Ino, wondering where he is, but you remember that he had to use the bathroom. 

Suddenly, a shadowy figure appears right behind on you on the couch, grabbing your shoulders and shouting gibberish at you. You scream bloody murder, ready to punch him and run away when Ino lifts his ski mask up to reveal himself, tears streaming down his face, cracking up at you. 

“Ino!” you yell at him, slapping his hands away from you. “You fucking asshole!”

He doubles over, cackling, wiping his eyes. It takes a good while for him to regain his composure as you glare at him, arms crossed over your chest. “I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t resist.” He sits beside you, stretching his arms out for a hug. “You have to admit, that was fucking hilarious.”

You shake your head, refusing. “You’re such a dick.”

“Oh, come on! It was just a little prank. Now you’ll be way more prepared for the rest of the movie!” He pulls the mask over his face again, everything covered except the holes for his eyes. “See? Not so scary anymore, right?”

You inspect him carefully, still pouting, not saying a word.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. Truly. I promise not to scare you again.” He scoots towards you, nudging you in the arm. 

You roll your eyes at him, relaxing. “Fine.”

“Can I get a kiss now?” 

He tries to lift his mask up, but you stop him, pulling it back down. “I don’t want to see your face right now. I’m still annoyed, you know.”

“Aw man! Really?”

You hoist it just past his nose, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on the lips. When you break apart, he smirks at you. “You like this, don’t you? Seeing me with my mask on.”

You shrug, a sly grin on your face, neither confirming nor denying his accusation. Sure, you were a bit upset at first, when he scared the shit out of you. But seeing his face covered like that may have sparked a desire in you that you never knew you had, until now. 

“Oh my god! You do, you do!” he exclaims, shaking your arm. “My cutie has a mask kink!”

“Shut up, asshole!” you yell at him, pretending to shove him off, smiling. 

“You’re a fucking freak!” he giggles, pouncing on you. He starts tickling you along your ribcage, causing you to squirm beneath him as he straddles you, trapping you between his legs. His fingers flutter under your arms, stroking your sensitive skin.

“Ino!” you cry out, laughing from the sensation. 

You can feel his cock growing hard in his pants, balls heavy on your stomach. Suddenly, he stops, mask still folded to expose his lips, leaning down to kiss you sloppily. He pins your hands above your head, locking his fingers with yours. He slips inside your mouth, grazing your tongue with his, hungry for your saliva. “Fuck,” he moans into you, nipping at your bottom lip. “You like this freaky shit, don’t you? Nasty slut.” His playful tone is laden with lust now, low and sultry, mouth brushing along your neck, sucking at your pulse points to mark you. 

You whine his name, wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding yourself against him. 

“Look at you, getting so fucking dumb all because of my mask,” he purrs. “What else turns you on, cutie? Tell me.”

Without thinking, you blurt out, “Spit. Your spit. I want it.”

“Oh shit,” he swears, licking his mouth. He traces the outline of your lips, beckoning you to open up, dribbling a thick wad of saliva inside you. You gulp it down, sticking your tongue out for more. 

“Oh fuck, you’re nasty,” he says, doing it again. “Makes me so fucking horny seeing you like this. Seeing my cutie act like a fucking whore.” He slips beneath your shirt, fondling your bare breasts, flicking your peaked nipples with his thumbs. 

“Fuck, Ino,” you whisper, pussy throbbing in your panties, arousal leaking through the fabric. 

“You like it when I play with your tits, huh?” Like it when I pinch them hard like this.” He squeezes them between his thumb and index finger, enough pressure to stimulate you, making you moan his name again and again.

He swears under his breath, shoving his pants down his legs, shimmying out of them until he’s only in his underwear now, erection stiff in his boxers. “You gonna suck my cock now or what, slut?” 

You nod, kneeling in front of him, knees on the carpet, spreading his thighs apart. He lifts his ass off the couch to slide out of his boxers, letting them fall around his ankles. You kiss the tip of his dick, smearing his precum around your lips like gloss before swallowing him into your mouth. 

He lets out a drawn out, “Fuck,” watching you with wide eyes as you bob up and down his shaft. Voice shaky, he asks, “Can I put my hands on you?”

Something about him in this ski mask makes you want to be submissive, makes you want to be used. You grab both his hands, guiding them towards the sides of your head, giving him free rein to manhandle you.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, gripping you tighter, gradually thrusting his hips in tandem with you. His cockhead hits the back of your throat, teasing your gag reflex, but you resist, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes, enduring it. 

Noticing you, he pulls out, a string of spit between you. “Baby, baby. Please don’t force yourself. I don’t want to hurt you.” He reaches to his side, grabbing a tissue from the table beside the couch, wiping away the spit around your mouth and the tears in your eyes. “Come here, cutie. I want to make you feel good too.”

You strip out of your bottoms, straddling his lap, pussy wet and aching against him. He moans as you rock back and forth on his shaft, pressing his thumb to your clit, massaging it. “There we go. Now we both can feel good, yeah?”

After a few more strokes, you beg him to fuck you, lifting up to guide his cock inside you slowly, sinking down on him until he bottoms out. You bounce on him, his hands gripped to your waist, guiding you, moaning your name between expletives. 

As you approach your orgasm, you pull up his mask, placing it on his head as he usually wears it. He smiles brightly at you, nuzzling his nose to yours. “There’s my pretty girl. Can you come for me now? Come all over this cock?”

You kiss him passionately, arms wrapped around his neck as he thrusts into you, hands squeezed on your ass now. You reach your climax, moaning into his mouth. He comes with you, shooting his load deep into your womb, filling you up with his cream pie. The two of you continue to kiss slowly, catching your breaths. He caresses your back while you melt into his embrace. 

“We need to establish a safe word,” he suggests, cradling you in his arms. “I want to make sure I’m not hurting you.”

You hum into his skin, saying the first thing that comes to mind. “Popcorn."

He chuckles, stroking the back of your neck gently. “Alright. Popcorn it is.” A beat later, he exclaims, “Popcorn! I totally forgot about the popcorn!”

You laugh, giving your boyfriend a wet smooch on the cheek.

[sweetbans29]

Support - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You are an advocate for Caitlin's W transition (based on THIS request)

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 5.1k

Sweetban Masterlist

AN: The request was very specific and I am going to be honest, I did not follow it to a T but I hope you enjoy!

"Hey CC, you better hurry up the game is starting," Jada yells from the couch. Caitlin taps the microwave in hopes that will speed up the popcorn. It doesn't.

Cait hurridly puts the chocolate chip cookies on a plate, cursing as she keeps burning her hand on the cookie sheet that she just pulled from the oven. She places the last cookie on the plate, grabs the popcorn bag, and scurries to the living room with the other girls.

The team had just finished a summer training session and booked it back to Caitlin's place to watch the game. It was one they all had been talking about for weeks.

"You know one of you could have helped me," Caitlin says passing the popcorn to Jada and placing the plate of cookies on the table. A swarm of hands comes to grab them, leaving 2 on the plate.

"You didn't ask," Jada says like it was a fact, and Caitlin rolls her eyes.

"Sorry, we'll help next time," Kate says as she finishes her cookie.

"Yeah, whatever," Caitlin says as the game tips off.

"CC, my popcorn is burnt," Jada whines as she tries to pick through the burnt pieces.

Caitlin doesn't respond, her eyes glued to the screen as you make your first appearance in 11 months.

You were the first pick in the 2021 draft, there was no question about it. You had led your team to two championships, back to back. There wasn't much left you felt you needed to do at a college level and declared for the draft. The NY Liberty getting first overall pick made the decision a no-brainer.

When you were drafted, you were in the best physical shape of your life. Tired, yes, but more ready than you have ever been for the jump to the W. Getting to NY and starting in training camp confirmed even more that this was the right decision for you. When games started, you realized that the transition was way more than you had expected. The physicality yes, but the mental transition was even harder. You went from a near-perfect season your senior year to losing what felt like every other game.

You were only 7 games into the season when the worst happened. It was during an away game in Minnesota when you went down and you went down hard. The pop in your left knee was something you were trying hard to ignore but the scream you let out was anything but ignorable. When it happened the whole arena went silent as you made your way off the court - only accepting help when you got to the tunnel. After a few scans, you learned you had torn your ACL, officially taking you out of your rookie season.

Caitlin remembers watching the game when it happened. If Cait were honest, she had been watching your game since you entered college. She watched your freshman year as your game immediately translated into a college setting. She watched as they built a team around you your sophomore year, already anticipating playing you when she becomes a Hawkeye. Then your senior year, her freshman year, when your team knocked out hers in the Sweet Sixteen.

It was in Caitlin's freshman year when you had been posted up against her - playing elite defense and causing Cait to have the single worst game in her college career thus far. She went back and reviewed the tape multiple times to see what had caused her to become so shaken. As she watches it, she realizes several things.

First off, you put your head down and do the work. She rarely sees you arguing with the refs when a call doesn't go your way. She actually finds it comical how your teammates go up questioning the ref or trying to explain how what her team did was a foul and you just jogged to the other end of the court.

Second, she noticed how calm you were while playing. You handled the ball like you were playing a pick-up game with some friends. It was mesmerizing to Caitlin. So often she felt like she played all over the place, and if she were to watch herself it was obvious, but when she watched you - you never once seemed jarred.

Third, your vision is similar to hers. She can only assume you see what she sees. Your vision on the court and IQ for the game is one that she hopes to continue working at. As Cait watches you scout out the floor, you don't always go with what she would expect or do herself. It was almost like a game of chess to you. If you saw the defense react a certain way, you would adjust and get them thinking you were going one way when really you would get everyone to shift, waiting until the last second to show your hand. That is what got under Caitlin's skin during the game. It was almost as if you were baiting her and were playing a head game with her. It was most obvious when you were on defense and were able to pick apart her offensive strategy. It was almost like you knew what Caitlin was going to do before she knew it.

The last thing she noticed had nothing to do with the game, and she almost missed it the first four times she watched the tape, but it was the way she caught herself looking at you. Caitlin throughout the whole game was stealing glances of you. She thinks back to the game and feels herself start to blush. She remembers how your cheeks would tint red and how you stood there with your hands on your hips when something was taking too long. She remembers how your team would gravitate to you because she also wanted to. She remembers how after playing a whole game, when you were giving high-fives, you looked over and smiled at her - your eyes looking directly into hers until she finally broke the contact. She realized that not only was she swayed by your game but she took a particularly deep liking to you.

As Caitlin sits with her team watching your first game back, yes she is watching you because it is your comeback game but also because since she has realized she has taken a particular liking to you, she wants to watch you nonstop.

You take the court and isn't the game you want as your first one back but you are back. You are still figuring out how to move on the court with the adjustment of a weaker knee but know that will come with time. To anyone watching, you looking good as new but you know your game is different - so does Caitlin.

You end the game going 12/4/8 with 2 steals and a block. You aren't super happy but you know you are your biggest critic. You also have to remember this is the first game of the season. After the game, you check your phone to see messages from a handful of people congratulating you, responding to them all with some sort of reaction you open Instagram and scroll. Any time you see anything about you, you scroll right past it.

You stop on a post about the winner of the Dawn Staley Award winner. You see it went, for the second time, to Caitlin Clark - a guard out of Iowa. You wrack your brain and remember playing her in college, she is a solid player. It is tough that she has won the award back to back her freshman and sophomore years. You post the achievement to your story with the caption '1-of-1'. You then click on her profile and give her a follow before locking your phone and heading to the post-presser.

Caitlin gets a notification and immediately stands up. When the game ended, the girls didn't move and kept snacking on whatever was in front of them. Cait is the first one to move.

"Woah, are you okay there?" Kate asks grabbing Caitlin's calf. Kate's sitting right next to Caitlin and lost balance when the girl decided to stand up without any sort of notice.

Caitlin didn't know what to say as she just stared at the notification of you following her. She shows Kate.

"Holy shit, there is no way," Kate says looking at her phone. "That is sick."

The other girls are asking what happened and Kate tells them that you followed Caitlin. Cait sits back down and taps on your story only to see a photo of her. She sits there with a stupid smile on her face. You know who she is. You know who Caitlin is. You posted about her winning an award right after you just took the first dub of the season.

Caitlin tries not to let it get to get head considering you are a pro and she still had two (possibly three) more years in college but that is hard to do when the player she is crushing on now knows who she is.

Time flies when you are having fun. At least that is what Caitlin tells herself as she has just played in her last college game. What a time it has been for her. She brought her team to the championship game twice but fell short both times, never being named with a title. She is now headed to the WNBA draft and will likely go first, making her way to Indiana.

The transition is fast and before she knows it, she is moving in to an apartment in Indianapolis and preparing for training camp. When games begin, she feels like she hasn't received a break in what feels like a year. In reality, it has only been six months but the amount of play she has had both in her senior year and entering the W is overwhelming.

The thing is - Caitlin would never outright say she is overwhelmed, rather just swallow it and keep going. She may not say anything but her body language and eyes tell the story.

You on the other hand have started the season out on fire. Your mindset for this year was redemption. Over the last two years, your game wasn't where you had wanted it to be coming out of college and coming back from a major injury but where you are now is a much better place than you were before. The year you came back from injury, your game was anything but great. You had the worst season you had ever had playing, including the very first year you started with the sport. It was downright embarrassing but that is what drove you to be where you are now. It may have taken longer than anyone had expected but you have arrived.

It is a few games in when you are asked about the rookie guard.

"What are your thoughts on Caitlin Clark? She has been struggling in her transition and many people have been comparing it to your start in the W," one reporter asks. You smile and let out a little chuckle.

"You all love to pick apart a player when they're down, don't you," you begin and your media manager is in the back corner giving you a death stare. When it comes to the media, you have never had a problem calling them out. Unlike you on the court where you just put your head down and play, when it comes to how the media depicts players - well that is something you don't stand for.

"You need to give the girl some space to breathe. I feel like every time I open Twitter it is a huge rookie feast and it's not cool. It is like the world has forgotten they just got done playing their asses off in March and now you expect them to come into a league, freshly adapted to a different game," you say and continue before anyone can cut you off. "It was just a few days ago when I saw something circulating about how these rookies are facing a rude awakening and I laughed. I laugh because people are not looking at the whole picture. Looking at her box score is not a fair assessment of her game. I've been able to catch a few of the Fever games and yes, they have room to grow but all of our teams do. Do you all see the way she is running the floor? Have you looked into how many times she touches the ball? Like, come on, her vision of the game is the same as it was in college - she is now, alongside a team, are both learning how to adapt to play with her. You all may not say she is coming in and dominating but just watch - she will have you all stunned by the Olympic break - use that a headline."

You glance back at your media manager and they have they are rubbing their eyes as their head shakes back and forth. You personally don't think you have said anything out of line but you know you'll get an earful for something. And you do but not as badly as you thought you would.

On the other side of things, Caitlin gets out of a game where she went 8/5/9. She got in her head and stayed there. She gets out of her own post-presser to see a link from Jada.

When Caitlin opens it, she sees you with the headline '[Clark] will have everyone stunned by Olympic break'. Caitlin quickly opens the link and watches you talk. A smile can't help but make its way to her face as you call the media out and speak praises about her.

'Just wait until you see this game, if you see this game', Caitlin thinks as she flinches again at the thought of her efficiency this last game. The link is followed by Jada being Jada.

[Jadaaa: Your girl's got your back, think you can work up the nerve to talk to her when you face off in a few weeks?]

Caitlin knows the younger girl is joking but the feeling that swells in the pit of her stomach thinking about talking to you has her feeling sick.

As much as Caitlin doesn't want to think about you, she does. She can't help it. The last time she faced up against you, you handed her the single worst game she has ever played and in her mind, she wants to show you what she's got.

Little to her knowledge, you were also looking forward to your match-up against the rookie. It has been years since you played against her and look forward to seeing how she has grown. Also, to see how you two match up in the W.

The game finally comes, too slowly in Caitlin's eyes but finally here.

You are the first one on the court. It's not unusual for anyone who knows you but when Caitlin walks out, she stops dead in her tracks. She should have known you would be on the court already but she was so used to being the first one out that it never occurred to her that there would be someone else out there with her.

Caitlin makes her way out and begins to warm up herself. She wants to go over and talk to you but chooses to keep stealing glances. Soon enough, the whole team is out doing a shoot around and the opportunity has passed.

The game is about to begin as the teams take the floor. You go over and hug one of Cait's teammates and high-five the others. When you make your way to Caitlin, everything moves in slow motion for the younger girl.

You come up to her, wrapping one of your arms around her waist. You lean in and whisper something only she can hear.

"Have fun today, it's just you and me on the court - forget about everyone else, and let's have some fun." You tell her.

Caitlin smiles and nods as her cheeks heat up from your closeness. You pat her lower back and get positioned.

The game is a battle.

You play like you have been since the beginning of the season. You hit your double-double in the third quarter and are working towards a triple-double, which would be the second one of the season if you get there.

Cait is also playing better than she has yet and you can even see a little smile come out every now and again.

It is in the fourth when the two of you are standing next to each other during one of your team's free throws.

"Having fun?" You ask.

"Actually, I am," she says, surprising herself with her answer.

"It will get more fun, just wait and see. You're getting there C," you say and she smiles.

"I actually want to tha-" Caitlin begins but is cut short when your teammate knocks down both free throws and the ball is back in the Fever's possession.

The fourth quarter finishes and your team had come out on top by just 2 points. The closest game of the season thus far. It was probably the most fun you had in a game since you got to the W.

In the post-presser, you are asked about the rookie guard again.

"Now that you have faced Caitlin firsthand, what are some challenges you see in her game?" a male reporter asks.

You flat-out laugh at the question.

"You're kidding me, right?" You say and you already see your media manager waving her hands in the air to stop whatever it is you are about to say.

"I am tired of you guys hounding her into the ground. She played a tremendous game today - what was it, another double-double for the rookie? What more does she have to do to show you all she is already dominating in the W? This is midway through her first season playing the sport professionally. She is already doing the damn thing. What you all should be asking is how much more capable is she? If she is doing this in her first year, what will she be doing next year? In 2 years? 5? Like come on, she is already playing better than any of you could so I don't know why we are still talking about what she can't do," you say and stand, tired of their stupid questions.

You are on your way out when you add one last thing.

"Caitlin Clark is a force of nature. She is one of one, I said it about her in college and I will say it again with her in the W. She is unlike anyone we have seen before and you should all be more concerned with how high her ceiling is versus how low to the ground she stands."

You walk out and wait for your media manager to rip you another new one. You don't care and just take it.

When you get back to your hotel, you ignore all the things you are tagged in and open Caitlin's profile.

[You: Hey, this may seem out of the blue but I wanted to let you know I am on team Caitlin. You know the media spins things but keep your head down and play your game and they will see. I've been where you are, I know the media is a circus. Feel free to call or text if you need anything]

You follow your first message with a second that contains your number. It was a little bold and your motives are pure, mostly.

No one asked but if they did, you would tell them that you remember playing Caitlin in college. You remember how your one and only match-up was one of the toughest of your college career. You would speak to how you have followed her ever since, catching every game you could when she played. You were just as mesmerized as she was and neither of you had a clue.

Cait gets back to her apartment and falls on her bed. She unlocks her phone for the first time since the game, a rare occasion but she doesn't want anything to do with what the media was saying about her after that game.

Similarly to when you first followed her, she shoots up to a sitting position on her bed. She scans the message a thousand times.

Caitlin, who was just tired is now wide awake and smiling. She cannot believe her favorite player (and crush) has just given her phone number.

Her phone begins to go crazy in an old team group chat.

[Jadaaa: CAITLIN FREAKIN CLARK]

Jada then sends a link to another post-game presser.

[KMoney: Bro, it is your game to lose now. She's pro-Clark]

[Stulke: I'll start planning the wedding!]

[Caitlin: I bet you can't guess who just got her number 🫣]

[Jadaaa: SHUT UP]

[Stulke: Yep, wedding planning in progress]

[KMoney: I call dibs on making a speech]

[Jadaaa: Get in line Kate, I am getting first speech]

[Caitlin: Shut up]

Caitlin debated sending you a message but decided to wait until the morning. When Caitlin wakes up, she shoots you a text.

[C: Hi...I want to say thank you for always defending me. You really don't have to but I appreciate it]

[C: It's Caitlin btw]

[C: Caitlin Clark if that wasn't clear]

Caitlin feels like an idiot after she texts three times in a row. She locks her phone and throws her head into her pillow with a groan when she hears a 'ding'. She pulls her phone up to her face.

[You: I thought you weren't going to message]

[You: It's cute that you felt the need to put your first and last name]

[C: Didn't want to get mixed up with someone else]

[C: I don't know how often you hand out your number]

[You: Not often]

[You: So...who is Caitlin Clark?]

The two of you messaged pretty consistently. Messages turned to phone calls, phone calls turned to Facetimes then before you knew it you both were talking about anything and everything.

Caitlin's season has gotten better as the Fever as a team has grown, winning more games in a stretch than losing.

It is a few games later after a win that Caitlin is sitting in a post-presser with Aliyah. An interviewer asks if Caitlin has seen the clips of you talking about her in her post-pressers.

Caitlin blushes and looks down, trying to hide her rosy cheeks. Aliyah chuckles and nudges the girl who is now covering her uncontrolled smile with a towel.

"Ya...I've seen them," she says as she removes the towel to show her smile. "I think it is pretty cool how she stands up for me. I have been watching her for years now and love her game so it means a lot when she speaks of me with such grace."

"Ya, I've caught CC watching that presser probably five times now," Aliyah says throwing Caitlin to the wolves. Someone's got to do it right?

Caitlin playfully pushes Aliyah.

"Way to out me," Caitlin says and hides her face again.

There aren't many more questions asked and Caitlin feels like she is in the clear. That is until she gets a call from you.

"Hi," she says with a smile. She doesn't know it but you can tell by her tone when she is smiling.

"Five times, five times is a lot C," you tease her.

She is glad you aren't standing in front of her because the blush that had subsided from the presser is fully back. The truth is that she watched it 15+ times now.

"What can I say? I like watching people praise me," she says trying to speak with confidence.

"Isn't that cute," you say.

"And you are the one who is calling me right after I get out of a presser and you are calling me obsessed?" Caitlin asks.

"That's fair, I won't call next time," you say and Caitlin immediately says 'no'. You laugh and she is thankful you can't see how fast her face turned red.

The conversation is light and flirty before she has to go.

"I'll see you at All-Star weekend," you say, and are looking forward to seeing the rookie. It would be another fun match-up with you being on the Olympic team and her being an All-Star.

"I look forward to kicking your ass," she says, the confidence in her voice dominating over the phone.

You laugh and give her some nonsense response. You've learned she wouldn't talk a big game to the public but when it was just the two of you, that's a completely different story. To you, she talks a big game and you let her. You know she has the game to back it up but you also know you have the ability to slow her down and that is exactly what the plan is for your next meeting.

The weekend arrives and the fun begins. You are included in the starting lineup for the Olympic team while Caitlin is in the starting lineup for the All-Stars.

Your eyes meet hers and you smile. She returns it as you walk up to her. You greet her.

"You ready?" You ask as you pinch at her hip. She swats your hand and shakes her head but your hands are persistent.

"Oh I am more than ready," she says trying to hide her smile.

"Why don't we put a little skin in the game," you say as you lean into her.

"I win, I get to take you out," you say and Caitlin feels a heat rise in her.

"And what do I get if I win?" She chokes out.

"Whatever. You. Want," you say. Caitlin smirks.

"You're on," she says as the two of you shake on it.

The two of you go head-to-head in the game. Caitlin plays one of the best games she has in the W so far. You take note of how hard the girl is working but you also put in the work, having quite the game yourself.

In the final minutes, the score is tied. Your teams switch off points as the seconds wind down.

You have control of the ball, trying to set up the play. Caitlin is guarding you - poking her hand in to try to get the ball away from your hands. You turn and use the screen that Stewie sets up for you, stepping back you put up the three. As you come down, Cait gives you a little push causing you to fall to the ground but you just catch sight of the ball bouncing on and then out of the rim.

Caitlin then proceeds to stand over you, in the heat of the moment, showing you and the crowd that she is tough.

You get to your feet and bump her chest - exchanging a few words.

Someone comes and pushes you back from Cait while they grab Caitlin's arm but you don't back down, bumping Caitlin again.

By now both of your teams have gotten involved and the refs are trying to separate the two of you. As you feel yourself being pulled back you blow Caitlin a kiss.

You both receive techs.

In the final few seconds, all you have to do is not foul and play solid defense which you do, making Caitlin pass it for the final shot that doesn't fall. Team USA taking the victory.

As you celebrate with the team on the court, you also go and hug your opponents from the night making a conscious decision to end with Cait.

When you go in to hug her, you can tell she is moody.

"I'm picking you up at 10 tonight, be ready," you say and wink at her.

As much as Caitlin wanted to win, she couldn't help but be excited.

Once everyone clears out and makes their way back to the hotel, you quickly shower and head to pick Cait up.

When you get to her door and knock, she answers within seconds.

"Someone is a little eager," you joke and she blushes.

"Well it's 10:20 so technically you're late," she says.

You laugh.

"Okay C, come on," you say and lead her on a walk. The two of you talk and she opens up about her experience so far, asking you questions left and right. You answer every single one of them.

"Where are you taking me?" She asks, half expecting the two of you to just stay in her room.

"Patience, we are almost there," you say as you make a turn and Caitlin sees it.

You have brought her to an outdoor court. It is dimly lit and there is a single basketball laying on one side.

You jog to pick up the ball and she walks over to you.

"I just had the best game of my career so far and you want me to play more?" She asks trying to sound annoyed but she isn't annoyed at all.

"Thought we could play a little one-on-one," you say bouncing the ball between your legs before passing it to her. You can tell she is a little skeptical but goes along with it. She begins to bounce the ball and your hand immediately finds her hip, giving it a squeeze like you did before the last game. The same blush as before rose in her cheeks. She works her way around you but your arms wrap around her waist not letting her go anywhere.

"Foul," she yells as you pick her up with her still holding the ball.

"This isn't a normal game babe," you say and she gets the hint. You put her down, still standing right behind her with your hands on her hips. "Take a shot," you whisper in her ear as your lips graze her neck.

Caitlin swallows and puts up the shot missing it.

"That's not fair," she says turning around.

"Better luck next time," you say bringing your hand to graze her cheek. Your eyes go from her eyes down to her lips as you lean in painfully slow.

Caitlin grabs your shirt and anticipates your lips on hers. When they never come, she pouts.

You run to grab the ball and pass it to her again.

"No bucket, no kiss," you say and you can see her demeanor change.

Caitlin locks in.

"Oh it's on," she says as she is ready for the one-on-one action.

AN: Here you go! Let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

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How Seventeen react when they find out you have a crush on them

Scoups - Husband behaviour straight away

When Scoups heard from a reliable source you liked him back he was all in and ready for a relationship with you. He supposed he could've had more fun with it and teased you but he didn't want to do that. He wasn't the type to play games and so the next time he saw you he just asked you out. 

It was a party at a mutual friend's house and Scoups had one thing on his agenda that evening. Mingyu could tell something was going on because Scoups was more tense than usual but he wouldn’t tell him what was bothering him, however it was pretty obvious the second you walked in. Scoups went right over to you and stayed there the entire night.

"Hey, you having a good time?" Scoups asked. You nodded "I am thanks what about you?". He nodded "yeah it's really nice seeing all the idols in a casual setting, do you want another drink?" he asked pointing at your empty one. You nodded and stood up but Scoups shook his head "no let me go grab you one, I'm heading that way anyway". "Aww thank you" you smiled and Scoups nodded.  When Scoups returned drink in hand you smiled at him. “Thanks Scoups, you’re such a nice guy” you smiled “it’s really refreshing and makes me so grateful to have you in my life”. Those words made Scoups heart soar and he smiled “well I couldn’t agree more but I was wondering if you’d maybe like to have me in your life a little more, if you aren’t sick of me of course”. You grinned “of course not! In what way were you thinking?”. “In a romantic way” Scoups said honestly “would you like to go on a date with me?”. You went bright red and Scoups found it adorable. You nodded your head “I’d love to!” before pausing “sorry did that sound too eager?”. “Not at all” Scoups smiled “I like you and it’s nice to see you like me too”. “That’s an understatement” you replied before pausing “I didn’t mean to say that out loud”. Scoups just grinned, blushing slightly and you decided it was the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen.

Jeonghan - Smug af

You could always tell when Jeonghan knew a secret you didn't because of the smug smile on his face. 

You'd met up for one of your movie nights and all through the film he kept glancing at you and then looking away with a smile. It was driving you crazy so eventually you just stopped the film and turned to him "okay spill". "Spill what?" he asked and you rolled your eyes "whatever it is that's making you look at me like that?". Jeonghan smiled "there's no reason, I just like looking at you". He'd always flirt with you when he didn't want to tell you the truth because he knew it embarrassed you. True to form you blushed but wouldn't let it go. "I know you Jeonghan and something is going on so please tell me!". "You like me" he said simply with a smile and you paused "what?". "You like me" he repeated sitting forwards "you have a crush on me and I know all about it". You blushed starting to panic "what? Who told you that?". "The who doesn't matter...the fact is you want me" Jeonghan grinned "and you can't even deny it". "I....I...." you babbled and Jeonghan just grinned popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth, so relaxed and smug. "I know" he smiled placing an arm around you "and I like you too".

You tensed in his embrace but he was just so chill. “You do?” you asked turning to look at him and he nodded. “Yeah, have for ages but glad you let it slip first”. “How did I?” you asked and he smiled “I heard you talking to Scoups about it and frankly I was impressed. You must’ve used some serious manipulation to get him to keep it from me and I thought I couldn’t be any more attracted to you”. You were now bright red and your jaw actually dropped when Jeonghan said how he was attracted to you. He saw your reaction and smiled “you’re adorable flustered” and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

Joshua - Confident af #1

Everyone always pigeonholed Joshua as sweet and polite and while he was both of those things he also had a more mischievous side. When he liked a girl he was the perfect gentleman, flirting a little but not too much and made sure to always remain respectful in case she didn't like him back but when he knew she liked him...then he kicked it up a notch.

"Hey Y/n" you heard someone call and turned to see it was Joshua. He must've just come off stage because he had that post-performance glow and looked really good in his outfit. Although somehow he'd gotten a red lollipop and was twirling it around in his mouth which made it hard to focus at first but after a few seconds you managed. You played it cool and nodded back to him "hey, how are you?". "Good...well better than good I'm great actually". You smiled "that's good" and Joshua nodded his eyes fixed on you "see I had a chat with Nayeon earlier and she told me some interesting things". You froze as he mentioned Nayeon, your worst member at keeping secrets. You'd purposefully not told her about your crush for that reason. You'd only told Jihyo but all it took was for her to tell one person and them to tell another until... You struggled to look Joshua in the eye but tried to play it cool leaning against the wall. "Ow yeah?" you asked and Joshua followed leaning against the wall too with an arm but with his height and the close proximity it just meant he was hovering over you.  "Yeah...so how long have you liked me then?" he asked his eyes never leaving you for a second. You dropped what you were holding and of course Joshua caught it, smirking as you blushed when your fingers touched as he gave it back to you. "I...Nayeon said I liked you?". Joshua nodded taking the lolly out of his mouth with a satisfying pop. "Well not in words but she implied it...so is it true?" he asked with a smile. You were still bright red and couldn't look up "I erm...why do you want to know?". Joshua chuckled and leaned in closer "because I think it is true and I think the way you’re looking at me right now is insanely hot". Your brain was a mess so you only processed what he said a few seconds later. "Wait you do?" you asked and he grinned. "Yeah but then again I think everything you do is hot.  Whenever you perform on stage it drives me crazy because I want you so much but I guess the question is..." he moved back so he could look you in the eye "do you want me too?". He now had you practically trapped against the wall an arm on either side of your head and everything about this made it hard to breathe. From how close his lips were to yours, to the amazing colour of his eyes and how hot his cologne smelt but that question was definitely the thing that pushed you over the edge. "I want you" you nodded and then cringed at how raspy and deep your voice had gotten but Joshua didn't seem to mind. He just grinned widely, his eyes doing that adorable smile thing you loved and nodded "great, how’s this Saturday?". You nodded "perfect actually". "Perfect" he replied "I'll pick you up at 7" and with that he strut away leaving you a mess in the space of a mere five minutes.  

Jun - Loses the ability to speak

You and Jun had been a pretty great MC duo. You were natural together, the lines flowed and you had cute interactions. Therefore Jun was counting his first night as an MC as a success. He only had the closing to do which wasn't until the group finished performing. So he was taking a sip of water backstage when he spotted you reappearing from hair and makeup. He was going to go stand beside you when he saw one of your leader Solar, from your group Mamamoo, approached and hug you. He smiled, pleased they were congratulating you for doing such a great job when something they said made him pause. 

"Congratulations you did it! And you thought you were going to be awful together". You sighed laughing "well I wasn't sure how it would work when you've got a huge crush on your MC partner. I was scared I'd be dumbstruck every time Jun looked at me with those gorgeous eyes but it was okay! It took me a few seconds at first but he's so nice and made me feel so comfortable I managed to get past his amazing looks". Solar laughed "you more than certainly did and the chemistry between you two! It's amazing you suit each other so well". 

Jun could see you were blushing profoundly and was glad it wasn't just him. In the space of those 10 seconds he felt like the room had gotten 50 degrees hotter and his brain was a mess. You liked him? HIM? How? Why? 

However before he could process it the stage manager appeared and told him to get into place for the last segment. Some cards were placed in his hand and he was pushed onto the stage still dazed. A few seconds later you appeared and smiled at him "we're almost there!". He nodded but could barely process what was happening. Then the cameras started counting down and they were live... but Jun couldn't speak. Everyone froze as he just stared at the camera and he could feel you next to him hesitating. The staff behind the camera were waving their arms around trying to get his attention but he just couldn't speak right now. His brain wasn’t working but thankfully you came to his rescue. You'd paid enough attention in rehearsal to know what his lines were and you said them for him. "Welcome back everyone! We hope you've had as much fun as we've had tonight but sadly this is our last award. However don't fret we've definitely saved the best till last, right Jun?". Jun moved as he heard you say your name and he looked at you. You were staring at him almost pleadingly but you didn't look angry like the others, more worried. That made him feel a little better so he smiled and nodded "yes certainly...it's the one you've all been waiting for billboard of the year!". He was too scared to turn his cards over but you had this. "So without further ado we'll pass you over to our colleagues and we wish you a very warm night from Mamamoo's Y/n..." you hesitated and Jun took that as his moment. "And Seventeen's Jun!". "Goodnight!" you both said together and the cameras cut. 

"Jun are you okay?"  you asked him immediately and he nodded "yeah I'm, fine I just...got some really big news in the break and it shocked me". You frowned "I'm so sorry, I hope everything's okay?". He nodded "yeah thanks I just really have to go". You nodded "of course I’ll explain everything to them you just go". He nodded very grateful and ran from the room. He had no idea what he was going to do about your revelation but now he was safely out of the danger zone he smiled to himself. His crush liked him back. With a new jig in his step he headed out of the studio. 

Hoshi - Confident af #2 

You arrived at the bar where everyone was gathered for Jeonghan’s birthday and spotted the huge group immediately. You greeted the birthday boy and then began to look for a place to sit. “Y/n!” you heard someone call and saw Hoshi waving to you “sit here, I saved it for you”. You smiled “wow thanks Hoshi” and slipped into the chair. You took off your coat and nodded to the people around you before spotting what Hoshi was wearing “wow you look nice!” you said complimenting his black sheer top. Hoshi smiled “thanks, what do you like about it so much? The fact it’s seethrough?”. You blushed slightly and shrugged “well it doesn’t hurt”. Hoshi smiled “good thing I wore it for you then isn’t it?” he said with a wink “let me get you a drink” and he disappeared leaving you flustered. 

“Is something wrong with Hoshi?” you asked Vernon and Seungkwan who were across from you. “No...why? What makes you say that?” Seungkwan asked. You laughed “well he’s usually flirty but this is something else. Is he drunk?”. “I don’t think so” Seungkwan said and then you noticed Vernon nudging him slightly. You heard Vernon mutter “tell her” and Seungkwan muttered something back in response, “Tell me what?” you asked and their eyes shot up to you “you’re not very good at whispering you know”. Seungkwan sighed “so...someone might’ve accidentally let slip to Hoshi about your crush on him”. “What!” you cried and Vernon shook his head “and by someone he means himself. Seungkwan shot him a glare before turning to you “Y/n I’m so sorry! It just slipped out”. “How?” you cried and he sighed “Hoshi was worried you might not make it tonight because work’s been so crazy lately and I said you’d come purely because he was going to be here and I never meant for him to hear but he heard and asked what I meant and it all slipped out...”.  “You’re unbelievable!” you began when Vernon shook his head “Hoshi’s coming” and you all pretended to be chatting normally. 

“Here you go” Hoshi said putting a drink down in front of you “I got your favourite”. You smiled “thanks Hoshi” and he smiled hanging an arm around the back of your chair “it’s no problem”. “Hoshi it’s come to my attention that someone might’ve possibly told you something about me”. Seungkwan actually shielded his eyes with his hand and pretended he wasn’t there. Hoshi just smiled “yeah I know all about your big crush on me”. Your eyes widened at how upfront he was being and you blushed “I...wanted to talk to you about it”. “It’s true isn’t it?” Hoshi asked still smiling “I can tell by how you can’t look at me”. You blushed “I...well yes but I didn’t want to tell you this way”. “Well how did you want to tell me?” Hoshi asked wiggling his eyebrows and you laughed “Stop! You’re making me blush”. “Y/n I hate to tell you this but you’ve blushed about 10 times in the past 5 minutes”. You blushed again and Hoshi giggled. You tried to cover your face but he grabbed your hand “don’t it’s cute...so do you wanna go out sometime?”. “If I say yes will you stop torturing me?”. “It’s a date” Hoshi said pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. 

Wonwoo - The king of being smooth and subtle 

When Wonwoo found out you liked him, all his members wanted him to rush in and ask you out but Wonwoo never did anything haphazardly. So he waited and put his great mind to work. 

The two of you always finished at the same time on Wednesdays and would go grab a coffee together as a treat. Wonwoo had planned this to be the place and so he subtly started putting his plan into place. “How’s your schedule been lately? Really busy? Much personal time?” Wonwoo asked as you sat down. You shrugged “now‘s actually been a pretty good time. We’ve had some downtime so I was considering picking up a new language or something. What about you?”. Wonwoo smiled “yeah this is a quieter time for me too, maybe we can spend more time together?”. You blushed slightly and nodded “yeah that’d be great” and Wonwoo smiled, so far so good. 

“I really like your jumper by the way, you’ve been looking great lately” Wonwoo said suddenly and you seemed shocked by the compliment. “Thanks! We’ve been on this new exercise plan and it’s weights as well as cardio which is fun”. Wonwoo nodded “it’s really paying off, you look amazing!”. You blushed a lot more obviously this time and thanked him “you look good too”. Wonwoo thanked you and decided to go for it. 

“So Y/n...are you seeing anyone right now?” he asked. You froze and looked at him panicked before fixing a smile on your face “no I'm not, are you?”. Wonwoo shook his head “as a matter of fact I'm not but I have had my eye on this girl for a while”. “Oh?” you asked casually but Wonwoo could see your hand shaking slightly. “Yeah she’s from our company and she’s really great. She’s pretty, smart and super funny”. You smiled meeting his eyes “she sounds great, who is she?”. Wonwoo smiled “the girl sitting across from me”. Your jaw dropped and you actually did a quick check there was nobody behind you making Wonwoo chuckle “it’s you Y/n”. You blushed and met his gaze before looking away “I...had no idea”. Wonwoo smiled “yeah I’ve been told I can be pretty hard to read that’s why I figured I better just tell you...after doing some investigating of my own. See I'd heard you liked me but wanted to test the waters”. Your eyes widened “so that’s what all the questions and compliments were about”. Wonwoo shrugged “yeah but I meant everything I said, I want to spend more time with you and you do look amazing!”. You blushed again and Wonwoo thought it was adorable “so about spending more time together...are you free tomorrow night?” Wonwoo asked “if you’d like to go out with me that is?”. You said yes of course. 

Woozi - Literally doesn’t give any indication he knows

When Woozi heard the rumour you liked him he simply decided not to do anything. He didn’t want to pay any attention to gossip and he figured you’d act on your feelings when/if you were ready. So the two of you carried on as normal and it was 2 weeks before you even realised he knew. 

You were over at Woozi’s for your monthly movie night and he was laid on one end of the sofa while you took the other. You loved these movie nights partly because of your crush on the incredibly talented kpop idol but also because it was just a fun way to spend time with Woozi. However halfway through something kicked off in the kitchen (DK set the toaster on fire) and Woozi told you to stay here and he’d sort it. When he’d been gone a while you decided to call your friend Red Velvet’s Joy, who was also friends with Seventeen. “Hey, where are you?” Joy asked picking up the phone and hearing the background noise. “At Woozi’s, I think Dk’s destroyed the kitchen again”. “Well that’s what happens when you leave Dk unsupervised” she laughed “so how’s your date going?”. “It’s not a date we’re just friends” you replied and Joy laughed “sure but Woozi wouldn’t invite you over if he didn’t return your feelings. He’d surely have stopped it after the rumour got out”. You frowned “rumour, what rumour?”. There was silence on the other end until Joy gasped “wait has nobody told you? I leave the country to tour and everything goes to shit”. “What rumour!” you repeated and she explained everything. A month ago a rumour was going around that you liked Woozi.

You were horrified but it all made sense. The reason the members kept smiling at you or why they kept whispering things to Woozi. You couldn’t believe you hadn't realised but wondered why Woozi never said anything. As if summoned Woozi reappeared “it’s all sorted...woah are you okay? You look super pale”. Unlike Woozi you couldn’t keep a secret and you caved straight away “why didn’t you say anything when you found out I liked you?”. Woozi immediately blushed and looked down “I...well I figured you’d tell me when you were ready and I didn’t want to startle you”. “I had no idea you even knew! Joy just told me now”. Woozi frowned “I’m sorry I thought you knew I knew! See this is why I stay away from gossip, too much drama!”. Despite everything that was so typical Woozi it made you smile before going serious again. “What did you think?” you asked. Woozi paused “about you...the rumour?”. You nodded “when you heard it?”. Woozi hated emotions and feelings but for you he could handle it. “Well I liked it” he admitted and you smiled “you did?”. He nodded “of course! Y/n it’s no secret I'm pretty anti-social but I’d choose to be with you over being alone 90% of the time...okay minimum 80% but that’s the lowest I swear. Everyone else it’s like 50%”. You laughed again and smiled “yeah for you that’s pretty huge”. Woozi nodded “yeah so I like you too...in case you were wondering”. Woozi was a blushing mess and you sensed he had reached his emotional limit so you took his hand in yours and played the movie once again. Woozi snook an arm around you and fitted you against him. Sometimes gossip can be a good thing. 

Dk - Incredibly goofy

It took Dk a while to believe you really were into him but when he did he became overjoyed. He had a permanent smile on his face and nothing could get him angry. Or well it could but as soon as the members said your name he was all smiles again. So DK was hopelessly smitten and it came out even worse when he was around you. 

You were around quite a lot as you were Mingyu’s sister and new to the city, plus Dk invited you to literally any event before even Mingyu had the chance to. He was also the first in line to hug you every time, way ahead of your brother. Case in point, the second he saw your car pull up outside the house he was out of his seat.“Y/n’s here!” Dk called and rushed to the door. He barged into Joshua, sending the poor boy crashing into the wall but hurried past him to the door. He threw it open and smiled “hey y/n”. “Hi Dk! Wow you look great tonight” you called and Dk blushed “I do?” and a horrible laugh escaped before he could stop it. He clasped his hand over his mouth but it was too late. He stared at you horrified but you just smiled “yes of course you do! Cute laugh by the way”. Dk blushed even more and the guys were worried he might have a heart attack. “Mingyu go greet your sister before Dk has a cardiac arrest” Scoups called and Mingyu swept in to separate the two of you. 

Dk stepped away from you and watched from a distance. He went to lean his arm on the mantlepiece but slipped and elbowed Joshua instead. Vernon laughed at the look on Joshua’s face as Dk apologised. “Please just ask her out before you kill me!” Joshua cried. “I can’t...what if she doesn’t say yes?”. “Dk she laughed when you did that ugly laugh and called it cute, I think there’s nothing more certain in the world than her liking you”. “You really think so?” Dk cried and the others groaned. 

The8 had finally snapped and he walked up to you “Y/n would you like to go out with Dk sometime? He’s free this Friday and really likes you”. Dk froze as if someone had electrocuted him but you just blushed. “Yeah I’d love to...” you nodded looking across the room to him and Dk did that ugly laugh again. All the members burst into laughter as Dk tried to hide behind Seungkwan however the boy pushed him away and Dk fell on the floor. He just decided to stay there when you appeared above him. Dk sat up so quickly that he nearly headbutted you and you only just got out of the way. He apologise profoundly and you told him it was okay. “I was serious when I said yes” you told him “if you would like to hang out this Friday?”. Dk nodded so quickly he heard his neck click “I’d love to”. Great” you smiled and Dk nodded smiling back “great!”. The two of you were a love-sick mess the rest of the night.  

Mingyu - really really happy 

You would think, given the number of people who have found this man attractive, that people having a crush on him would’ve lost its touch but when Mingyu found out you liked him the opposite happened. 

First he quizzed his members a lot to ensure they had accurate information. Then when Scoups got mad after several hours and told Mingyu not to ask them about it anymore he started to get that warm happy feeling as he realised the girl he was interested in had a crush on him. He’d hoped you might, the two of you talked often and hung out together whenever you could but to have this confirmation was excellent. So he decided to make a cake and a huge meal to celebrate. 

He totally forgot you had a key and were house-sitting for The8′s plant, so when you walked in he panicked. “Wow it smells amazing in here!” you called and Mingyu froze “Y/n! Hey, what are you doing here?”. You smiled “I’m looking after The8 plants while he’s away remember?”. “Oh yeah of course” he nodded and you smiled at him “so what’s the occasion?”. “The occasion for what?” he asked and you grinned “this!” gesturing around the kitchen “I know you bake when you’re happy so did you have some good news or something?”. Mingyu went bright red and was considering telling you when Hoshi beat him to it. He didn’t see you sitting at the table as there were cookies on the counter that demanded his full attention. “Cookies! You finding out about Y/n’s crush on you is the best thing that ever happened to us!” Hoshi cheered biting into one. Mingyu froze and Hoshi frowned “what?” he asked, his mouth full of cookies when he turned and saw you. Hoshi panicked and said hello before running out of the room (with the cookies of course). “So...” you said “you know?”. Mingyu nodded “yeah...”. “And it made you bake?” you asked “so you’re happy about it”. “Of course!” Mingyu nodded “why wouldn’t I be? You're amazing”. You blushed at the smile on his face and nodded “so I take it you’d like to go on a date or something?”. Mingyu dropped the tray he was holding and nodded “let’s go!”. You laughed “we don’t have to go right this second, finish what you’re making. I’ll wait”. Mingyu nodded giggling slightly with giddiness “okay”.  

The 8 - Gentleman x 1000

Step aside Joshua we have a new gentleman in town. When The8 heard the other members circulating a rumour you liked him, he made them stop immediately. "Just what do you think you're doing?" he asked Dk, Hoshi and Dino as they sat giggling. Dk smiled "we weren't doing anything!". "I heard you telling Woozi that y/n likes me". "Yeah"  Dino said nodding happily and The8 shook his head "what gives you the right to tell anyone Y/n's personal business?". The smiles dropped off their faces "but we thought you'd be pleased..." Hoshi said and The8 shook his head. "I'd never be pleased to hear gossip. Leave Y/n alone and don't tell another soul, you go it?". The three boys all nodded. Meanwhile you had no idea the rumour was out until you saw two dancers smirking at you. "What's their problem?" you asked and your friend Le Sserafim’s Sakura hesitated "they know about your thing for The8". "What! How?" you cried and Sakura explained how you'd been overheard the other day on the phone. You were furious and marched over to them "look I know you don’t owe me anything but you could at least try and be professional at work and not spread my personal life around". One of them rolled their eyes "calm your horses we're not telling anyone after what happened when The8 found out, we don't need that kind of telling-off". You froze and asked them what they meant. Later when you saw The8 you jumped but had made up your mind about this so you approached him. "Hey" you called and The8 smiled at you "hey Y/n how are you?". "Well a lot better thanks to you apparently, I know some rumours about me got out and I heard you did a lot to stop them from getting any further so thank you so much. You didn’t have to do that and I really appreciate that you did". The8 shook his head "no need to thank me, you deserve to be treated correctly". You blushed and went to walk away when The8 chased after you "Y/n?". "Yeah?". "On a completely unrelated note, would you like to go out with me Friday night?". You grinned a huge blush on your cheeks "I'd love to". The8 smiled "great, I'll text you" and he walked away. 

It always pays to be the nice guy.  

Seungkwan - Word vomit every time you're around 

Seungkwan had been absolutely fine chatting with you...before he realised you liked him. The second he realised you had a crush on him he completely clammed up and couldn’t think of a thing to say to you. The king of variety shows was a mess! 

To make things worse he saw you a lot as you worked for the same company. This week alone had been a disaster. On Monday you asked him how his weekend had been and he just nodded. On Wednesday you were behind him in the queue for coffee and asked how the new comeback was going. He proceeded to tell you the lyrics of the whole song and even did some of the choreo before running away. On Friday you asked if he needed a lift home after seeing him walking and he told you he was cycling home. “I thought you couldn’t ride a bike?” you asked and Seungkwan nodded “I can’t but got to learn somehow” and took a random bicycle off the side of the road and started peddling. Luckily the bicycle’s owner intervened shortly after you left, saved him from driving into the road and agreed not to have him arrested. 

So it had been a pretty bad week but there was an award show on Saturday and he just knew something was going to happen. Surely enough he saw you coming towards him on the corridor and you spotted him. "Hey Seungkwan! Cool jacket, where is it from?”. Seungkwan panicked and just said “Spain” because he knew you’d recently been to Spain and that was the first thing that popped into his head. “Ow cool I just got back from there, where in Spain?”. “Errrrr Madrid?” he said cautiously and you nodded “cool, my friend is from there. Did you do anything nice? Go to any museums or anything?”. Seungkwan shook his head “no”. “No?” you asked and Seungkwan froze “Well yes, yes we did!  Sorry I went with my family when I was a kid so I don’t remember it well”. “So you saw that jacket when you went to Madrid as a kid and bought it for your adult self?” you asked confused. Seungkwan just nodded figuring he may as well go along with the lie “yep! I was an odd child. I picked out a lot of my clothes then”. “Wow I didn’t know that, well congratulations to past you, I guess?”. Seungkwan burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard and you smiled along. “You look pretty good tonight too! Well not pretty good you look absolutely amazing!”. You blushed “aw thanks I wasn’t sure if I could pull off this type of dress”. “You can hear absolutely anything in the world” Seungkwan said and he began to list all the items of clothing you would look good in. You stopped him about 30 seconds in “Seungkwan?”. “Yeah?” he asked still picturing you in a cagoule. “Would you like to go on a date sometime?”. Seungkwan froze “with you?”. You laughed “yeah I’d be there”. “Yes! I’d love that” Seungkwan smiled and you grinned “great I'll text you my availability” and walked away. Seungkwan smiled widely “I totally killed that” and carried on walking. 

Vernon - Watches you more 

Vernon didn’t quite believe his members when they told him the news. Sure the two of you were close and he liked you but that meant nothing. His members all claimed he was blind and should just ask you out but Vernon was naturally cautious, so he decided to play it cool. He watched you instead looking for any hint you might like him. He watched as you chatted with Hoshi and did notice your eyes drifting towards him often. Then when you played the mafia game you voted to save him and kept him in the game. Finally when you all went for food you manoeuvred yourself into a seat beside him. 

Vernon was beginning to think his members hadn’t been lying when he realised there was another explanation for your behaviour all night...he had been staring at you pretty much the whole time. 

“Hey Vernon can I ask you something?” you asked and he nodded “what’s up?”. “Is everything okay? I’ve just noticed you’ve been watching me tonight”. Vernon went pink as he realised he must’ve been so obvious. He’d been told he could look vacant and odd when he stared and hoped that wasn’t the impression you’d gotten from him. “Yeah everything’s fine...sorry I was just trying to work something out that’s why I kept looking at you”. You frowned “what were you trying to figure out?”. Vernon paused and tried to come up with a lie but he couldn’t so he just stuttered. “Vernon?” you asked and he just cried “they said you liked me!”. You froze and Vernon cursed himself. Why couldn’t he just have said he liked your outfit or was wondering if you’d had your hair done? “Who said that?” you asked and Vernon paused “the guys and I was trying to work out if it’s true”. You nodded and didn’t seem upset which Vernon figured was good. “So what do you think?” you asked and Vernon paused “what?”. “Do you think they were telling the truth?” you asked shooting him a look that made him shake “do I have a thing for you?”. Vernon swallowed “erm I’m not sure...maybe”. You smiled “if I did would that be a problem?”. Vernon shook his head “no...more the opposite actually”, Your smile grew and Vernon thought you looked beautiful. “Good to know” you replied and you didn’t take your eyes off one another the rest of the night. 

Dino -  Overly confident...until you come near him

When Dino heard you liked him he was thrilled. He’d a had crush on you the first time he saw you as a dancer on stage but had never approached you out of professional courtesy (and the fact he was terrified). However when the guys overheard from another idol that you liked him too they told him he had to tell you and a sucker for peer pressure Dino agreed. 

“So when are you going to tell her?” Mingyu asked and Dino sighed. You were across the room with your Everglow members and all his members had been asking for the past 40 minutes when he was going to tell you. “In a minute” he said and Scoups smirked “you’ve been saying that for the past hour!”. “No I haven’t! I’ve got it all planned out and I’m just waiting for the right moment”. Jeonghan laughed “ow yeah? So what’s the plan?”. Dino took a breath "I'm going to walk over to her and tell her the award show story". Vernon burst out laughing "the award show story? Really?". "Yeah it's romantic!" Dino cried while Joshua frowned "what's the award show story". Dino was ready to launch into it when Seungkwan cut him off "Y/n caught a piece of confetti in her hands during a performance one time and he thought it was really cool so he learned how to do it and came back the next year and did it in front of her, the end". Dino frowned annoyed that Seungkwan had taken his story when Vernon hit his shoulder "you were saying?". "Ow yeah...tell her the story and then ask her out". The8 who was done hearing about this cheered "yeah you go Dino! Go ask her out right now!" and he gave him a push out of the circle. Dino dragged his feet but when it was clear the guys weren’t going to let up he shrugged. "Fine I will!" and marched over to where you were stood.

The closer and closer he got the more his confidence began to waver and he slowed down as he got closer. He stopped and looked back to see his members laughing and encouraging him to go closer. He wanted to but his feet just wouldn't move so he was frozen in place. He was panicking wondering what to do when he heard a voice. "Excuse me Dino?". He turned to come face to face with you and almost yelled he was so startled. "Yeah?" he asked putting on a false smile. "I was just wondering if you knew where the bar is? We've been here 20 minutes and still can't find it". Your members all nodded embarrassed but Dino didn't think you could ever do anything embarrassing. He nodded "yeah of course I'm heading that way myself why don't I show you?". You smiled "really? That'd be great thanks" and you set off together. When he passed the members he smiled smugly showing them he'd done it but Scoups just pushed him. "We all know you didn’t ask her anything, you coward!" and he was a blushing mess once again. Dino would work up the courage eventually, for now he was just going to spend some quality time with you.  

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Okay, okay, hear me out

Fanboy with #7 from the fluff prompts.

Thanks for requesting this one Mocha! I love you babe! I hope this includes all of the soft fluffy feels for Mickey! @twsssmlmaa, for you, Person A stealing person B’s sweater/clothes. 😘😘😘

Hoodie

It's late and you're feeling kind of chilly as you sit on the sofa in your living room. You're fighting your yawns because it's nearly 1 AM, and while you should go to sleep, you don’t want to miss a minute. Your roommate, Mickey, is a Naval Aviator and he’s been on deployment for the past six months. He still paid his share of the rent and utilities, but it wasn’t the same living in your apartment without him in it. Movie nights were one of only a long list of things you’d missed doing with him. 

This particular night, Mickey and you had settled in to marathon the Lord of the Rings movies. You were partway through the first movie, and Mickey had demanded a break to go pop some more popcorn. Mickey had stolen the majority of the throw you kept over the sofa and left you with only a corner. And now, you’re freezing. Since he can't see you, you burrow under the soft blanket, rucking it up until it's completely tucked around you.

But it doesn't work. You're still freezing. You drape the blanket around yourself and walk into the kitchen. Mickey's got his back to you, hips grooving to the beat of the song playing lowly over the speakers. He's wearing a pair of soft sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He doesn't notice you until you tug on his sleeve.

"Hey, Mickey?"

"Yeah? What's up, Bugaboo?"

"God, you're such a nerd. Have you been watching Miraculous Ladybug again?"

"Yeah, I have. What's up?"

"M'cold!"

"Says the girl completely wrapped in a blanket burrito standing in our kitchen."

"It's freezing! How come you're not cold?" Your pout is over exaggerated as you peer into his eyes.

His quiet huff of amusement is a balm to your soul when he reels you into a hug. You take that opportunity to sneak your icy hands under his sweatshirt and press them into his hot skin. His yelp of shock has you giggling.

"Go wear a sweatshirt or something! It's November! Nobody told you to wander around wearing shorts and a tank top this late in the year!"

"Well excuse me! Mr. Miguel, 'I'm in the Navy and know better' Garcia! It's called being comfortable and not stealing all of the blanket!"

He snorts as he turns back to the popcorn now popping in the skillet.

"Go wear a sweatshirt, Bugaboo. Popcorn will be ready in five minutes!"

You shuffle towards your bedroom, nearly tripping as you pass Mickey's open door. It's when you're hopping on one foot while struggling to free the other from the snarl of blanket that you notice the hoodie slung across his desk chair.

It's Mickey's prized Naval Academy Hoodie. The one he's safeguarded jealously the entire time you've been roommates. He's never worn it while eating and it still looks brand new. It's also the most comfortable, warm hoodie known to mankind. You've worn it only once before, and it had felt like being wrapped in the warmest hug.

The devil on your shoulder is begging you to take that hoodie. Mickey had asked you to grab a hoodie. And it’s not like you haven’t stolen one of his hoodies before. Just never this one. You debate going through his drawer to search for another, but before you can, Mickey’s shouting for your attention.

“Hey, Bugaboo! D’you want butter and cinnamon sugar on your popcorn? I’ll keep ‘em separate. Don’t you worry!”

“Yeah, Mick! Thanks! You’re the best!”

“You know it, Bug!”

You roll your eyes before shuffling into his room and grabbing the hoodie off of the chair. It smells really good. Like Mickey, the spicy cinnamony notes in his cologne wafting from the fabric. You tug it on over your head, the warm fabric enveloping you as it unfurls. It goes halfway down your thighs and there are several inches dripping past your fingertips. You roll the sleeves into place carefully before re-doing your blanket burrito and walking back into the living room. You’ve just plonked yourself down on the sofa when Mickey walks in bearing the two colossal bowls of popcorn. 

“Feeling warmer, bug?”

“Yeah.” 

You snuggle deeper into the blanket hoping and praying that he won’t make you relinquish the lovely soft hoodie You hopes are dashed, though, when he begins to unsnarl you from the blanket. His eyebrow quirks at the sight of the soft fabric eclipsing your form.

“What’re you wearing, Bug?”

“Your hoodie?” His mouth firms into a straight line. “I know it’s your special hoodie, Mickey. But it’s so warm, and it smells like you and …” Your voice tapers off at the lack of emotion on his face.

“I’ll take it off. I’m sorry.” You shouldn’t have done that. You’re mortified as you file back into his room and carefully tug the hoodie off. You fold it neatly and set it back on his bed before walking into your room. You’re rifling through your closet when you feel fabric collide with your back. You turn to see your roommate standing in just his white singlet. His sweatshirt lies in a crumpled heap at your feet. You grab the soft fabric and tug it on.

“C’mon, Bug. We’ve got 8 hours more of movies to watch.” He drags you by the hand until you’re propped against his chest on the sofa with the throw draped over you both. “I’m not mad at you. And if you want to borrow a sweatshirt, just ask.”

He hands you one of the bowls of popcorn and hits play on the remote. You nuzzle in under his arm, smiling as he waits for you to pop a bit of the aromatic, fresh buttery corn into his mouth. This? This is exactly what you’ve been missing, even if you have to watch 8 hours of movie to get it.

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[sweet-villain]

Let's Play A Game~ Ghostface AU~ D.M ~1

Summary : The town has a killer on the loose, it all started with one and the numbers just keep adding on. Will you survive the killer's game or will you end up being the victim of his game?

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Mention of Death

Chapter 1 : Melissa Johnson & The Gang

You can hear the screaming coming from the television as it’s on in the background while Melissa popped into the microwave a bag of kneel to make some popcorn.

It’s been a long week of nonstop studying and homework, barely time making to see some of her friends as she was glad it was finally the weekend.

Melissa had brown long hair, a little past her shoulders with brown eyes with long eyelashes, rosy cheeks wearing a light yellow cardigan underneath a white tank top with light blue jeans paired of with some slippers to wear around the house.

Her parents were out of town for the weekend leaving her on house duty, telling her not to break anything while they were away. She was known to throw parties, be loud and be everyone’s favorite. She hums one of the songs she heard on the radio as she waits for the popcorn.

Suddenly the phone rings, her head snaps towards it near a bowl of apples.

She isn’t expecting anyone to call tonight, was it a prank call? She makes her way to the phone and answers it. 

“ Whoever you are you got the wrong number” she says before hanging up the phone. The phone rings again making her sighs and rolls her eyes, answering him. 

“ You got the wrong number, please stop calling here” she says. 

“ Wait I want to apologize for calling” the voice answered her. She rolls her eyes again, “ You’re forgiven, bye now” she was about to hang up the phone when he spoke up again. 

“ Wait, don’t hang up. I just want to talk” the voice says. She chuckles with her finger on the button to end the call, “ They have other numbers for that” she hangs up the phone putting back on the receiver. 

Melissa turns back to the popcorn that beeps in the microwave, she can already smell how good it smells from where she’s standing. Before she gets to take the popcorn out, the phone rings again. She picks up the phone and makes her way over to the microwave. 

“ Hello?” Melissa answers with the phone pressed to her ear. 

“ Why don’t you want to talk to me princess?” 

She opens the microwave, her stomach growling from the smell of the popcorn.

“ Who is this?” 

“ Why don’t you tell me your name and I will tell you mine? Will that work?” The voice says on the other line. 

She chuckles as she reaches inside the microwave taking the popcorn as it burns her finger. 

“ I don’t think that’s how it works Mister” 

“ I heard a noise, and a hiss. Are you alright?” 

“ I was making popcorn and got burn, I’m fine” 

“ Popcorn is my favorite” 

“ Is that right?” 

“ Yes, especially with a good movie on” the voice says. 

“ Well, I am getting ready to watch a movie” 

“ What kind of movie?” She grabbed a bowl out of the pantry, it was pink. It was her favorite color. 

“ Just some scary movie” she response putting the phone against her ear and shoulder as she holds it up while she opens the bag of popcorn. 

“ What’s your favorite scary movie?” The voice asks. She poured the popcorn into the bowl while she thought about her answer. 

“ There are so many movies to choose from” she hummed into the phone. “ What’s yours?” The voice tsked. 

“ I asked first, be a good girl an answer” she hummed, biting on her bottom lip. 

“ Nightmare On Elm Street, the first one” 

“ Now, what’s yours?” 

“ Take a guess, buttercup” 

“ Halloween!” She grabbed the bowl of popcorn heading to the living room with the phone in her hands. 

“ Is that the one that runs with a knife and a white mask, with a blue jumpsuit?” 

“ Yeah that’s Michael” she says. 

“ Yeah, I like that movie a lot. Did it scare you?” 

She put down the bowl of popcorn on the table making her way to the doors and locking them and pulling the curtains closed. 

“ The first one a bit, but I am a big girl and can handle it” 

“ A big girl huh? Does the big girl have a boyfriend?” The voice asked. 

She giggled, “ why? Is the random stranger calling me want to ask me out on a date or something?” 

“ Maybe, maybe not. Do you have a boyfriend?” 

“ No, No I don’t” Melissa says as she walks up to her television to look through the pile of movies she had there. 

“ You never told me your name” he adds. 

“ Why do you want to know my name?” She asked, picking one film up to look it over. 

“ I want to know the person I have been watching” 

All the color ran from her face as she looked around the house in panic.

“ What did you just say?” She asked. 

There was a sound of a crash outside with a sound of from a cat. She looked towards the door as she swallowed. 

“ I want to know who’s on the phone with me” 

“ That’s not what you just said” she says. 

“ What did you think I said princess?” She opened up the curtains to the back of her house looking out to see if anyone was there. She didn’t see anyone, turning on the porch light to see if she saw someone there while panic shown in her eyes. 

“ Look it’s been good talking to you, stranger but I need to go” she says turning off the porch lights and turning off the lights. 

“ What? Where are you going? I thought we were going to go on a date” 

“ Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea at all” she looked out the window making sure the back door porch is locked. 

“ Don’t you dare hang up on me” the voice says as Melissa presses the end call button, casting one more look out into the darkness of outside.

She turns around walking toward the couch to take a few deep breathes to herself when the phone rings again.

“ Jesus” she eyes the phone in her hands as she answers it. 

“ Yes? What do you need?” She answers. “ I told you to not hang up the phone on me, you don’t listen”

“ What do you want from me?” 

“ To talk princess” 

“ Talk to someone else, bother someone else who cares” she takes a couple of popcorn into her hands and throws them into her mouth. The phone rings again scaring her as she jumps at the sound. This was getting annoying and old. 

She answers the phone with anger in her tone, “ Listen here you piece-“ she was cut off with the sound of his voice in anger. 

“ No, you listen here princess, you hang up on me one more time I will gauge your eyes out. You got that?” The voice spatted. She remained silent on the phone, fear written on her face as she looks towards the back door porch. 

“ That’s what I thought” 

“ Is this a joke?” She softly asked, fear in her voice. 

“ Oh no, more like a game. For me” she backed away from the living room into the kitchen where she spots knifes in a little knife holder. The big on the back and the small once in the front.

“ Do you want to play…..Melissa?” The voice speaks her name.

Melissa feels the goosebump hit her as she runs to the doors to check that everything is locked. Her back is against the front door as she rapidly breathes in and out. 

“ Do you see me out there buttercup?” Her body shakes as tears form in her eyes. 

“ Listen here jackass, I am about to call the cops on you” he laughs. 

“ They won’t make it time, not when I am not done playing with you” 

“ What do you want from me?” Tears are rolling down her cheeks now as she sits on the ground in a ball. 

“ I want to see the color of your blood leaking on the floor as I gut you like a fish” the phone drops from her hands as she sobs to herself. The doorbell startles her as she shakes looking up at the wooden door in fright. 

“ Who’s there? What do you want?” She asks through her tears. 

“ I am calling the police, I’ve had it with this joke” she grabs the phone from the ground as she sniffles. Before she gets a chance to dial the number, the phone rings again, scaring her as she nearly drops it. 

“ Have you never seen a scary movie? You can’t just ask what do you want? Who’s there? Jeez” the voice speaks through the phone as she answers.

Melissa has her hand over her mouth as she cries Into it letting the tears soak her sleeve.

“ You want to die or something?” The voice continues to ask, “ Why don’t you come out here and see for yourself who’s there?” 

“ Please, stop with this. You had your fun, you need stop or else I’ll-“ the voice cuts her off with a chuckle. 

“ Or what? What are you going to do?” 

“ Or I’ll call my dad and he will be pissed one he finds out your playing this stupid game with me. He’ll have you swinging across town” 

“ Your father? Isn’t he out of town?” 

“ No, they just went to the neighbors for dinner” she said through her sobs. “ They will be back any second now, you better be gone or your ass is his.” 

“ Sure, Sure, Sure..” The voice chuckles.

“ Believe me…I swear..” She says as more tears stream down her cheeks. 

“ He has a big bat in his car, he will crack your skull in two seconds” 

“ I am so scared, your father has nothing on me. You are nothing without him, such a little girl always needing her daddy to fix her problems. You have shaking to the bone princess” 

“ It’s better if you just leave me alone” her voice cracks as she speaks through the phone.

“ Daddy’s name wouldn’t be, John? Would it?” Her eyes got wide as she grips the phone tight. 

“ H-How do you know his name?” She asked. 

“ Turn around and see for yourself on the porch” she gasps clenching her chest as she slowly makes her way to the back porch and turns on the lights, gasping when she spots her father sitting on the ground on his knees with tape over his mouth and a rope tying his hands back. He has a gash on his head, there is blood dripping down his face. 

“ Oh my god!” She screams. “ Daddy!” 

She turns to unlock the patio door opening to go to her father when the voice speaks to her, “ Oh I wouldn’t go out there princess, no.” She listened to the voice, closing the door back up as she cries into the phone. 

“ I just want to play a game with you Melissa, or he dies in front of your eyes” the voice spats through the phone. Melissa screams shaking her head. 

“No, god. No” she shakes her head as she whimpers. 

“ Which will it be? Hm? Do you want to play my game?” 

“ First turn off the light, be a good girl and listen or John get it” 

“ What game is it?” She asks through her tears as she turns off the light. Her father is screaming her name through the tape, his own eyes are teary. The lights are off as Melissa steps back and leans against the kitchen counter. 

“ You’re going to answer my questions and you get them right, daddy get’s to live and if not, then I will gut him like a pig that he is” 

“ First one is easy for you… who’s the killer in your favorite scary movie?” 

She shakes her head, “ Please don’t do this to me.” 

“ Oh come on, buttercup just answer for me, you know this” 

“ No, I can’t” her body shakes as she drops to the floor. 

“ Your daddy is counting on you” 

“ I can’t…” 

“ You can, you know who it is. The guy with a white mask with a knife in his hands. You know his name, we spoke about it” 

She gasps through her tears as she tries to gather her words. 

“ Michael. Michael Myers” 

“ You got it! Very good girl…Now for the next question!” 

“ No! Please!” She begged through her tears. 

“ But your doing so well, you can do it” 

“ Please.. stop..” She continues to beg the voice.

“ Answer the question, Melissa…” 

“ Please..” She begs. 

“ Who was the killer in Nightmare on Elm Street?” She stood up from the floor wiping her face with the back of her sleeve of her cardigan. 

“ It’s the guys with the claws…umm.. I don’t know his name!” She shouted.

“ Oh, sorry you are out of time!” The voice shouted. 

“ No! His name was Freddy, Freddy Kruger!” She shouted. 

“ You were out of time, now here poor old dad is running out of time too."

Melissa raced to turn on the light to see there was blood gushing out of her father as his head was sliced. She screamed into the phone seeing the sight of her father. 

There was a loud laugh on the other line on the phone as Melissa whispers to the ground. 

“ Oh you poor little girl, where do you think your going?” The voice asked. Melissa had scrambled back against one of the table chairs putting the phone back to her ear. 

“ The last question, are you ready?” The voice asked.

“ Leave me alone, please” she begs him shaking up still from seeing her father. 

“ Answer the last question and I will” 

“ Where do you think I am?” He asked. 

She frowns in confusion as her eyebrows knitted together.

“ What are you talking about?” 

“ There is the back porch, the front door and the basement door. Where do you think I am?” Melissa scrambles to her feet as she grabs onto one of the kitchen knifes from the counter she used before to make herself a sandwich.

“ You can"t do this!” 

“ The clock is ticking, what is your answer?” The voice asked.

The front door flew opened with a loud bang as Melissa made a run for it further into the other room. She clenched with one hand onto the phone while the other hand had the knife as she slowly back up getting closer to the patio door.

Suddenly there was figure in black clothing passing through one of the room and Melissa caught sight of it and gasped.

She turned the knob of the patio door with one single tear dropping down her cheek as she looked out the window then back where she saw the figure. 

Melissa stepped outside, slowly closing the door as she backed into the corner near a few of the bushes.

She has the phone in her hands as it shakes, her heart is racing like it’s about to jump out of her rib cage and little gasps come from her. She looks into one of the windows inside her house to see a black cloak holding a knife as it looks around.

She backs away back to her hiding spot as her eyes glaze over and thinks on what should she do.

Down the road there is a car headed down a path with bright lights. 

A tear runs down Melissa’s cheeks as her hand shake. She decides crawl under the space of the windows to get to the other side.

She pauses seeing the car rounding up the corner but as she stands up to look to see where the killer might be inside. He’s there standing there and turns around in time to hear her scream. 

He breaks the glass with his head as he takes a hold of her wrist holding the knife and struggles to tug her to him. With her other hand holding the phone, she wanks him into his head sending him crashing to the ground. 

Melissa quickly breaks out in a sprint as she runs and pauses seeing her dad laying on the ground in his own pool of blood.

She turns the corner to see the car was rolling up to the house with hope in her eyes. But she spoke to soon as the killer crashes through the window and jumps onto her, sending them both to the ground. 

She scrambles to get up from the ground and run for her life but the killer runs after her with a knife in his hands.

The same knife she held onto as he grabs her, one hand on her mouth preventing her from screaming out. The other hand that hold the knife stabs her in the chest. Melissa screams into his hand with her eyes clenched.

He lets her go watching as she drops to the ground with a thud. Her eyes are wide as she looks down at her yellow cardigan spotting red where the wound is.

She is panting and crying all together. He raises a knife above her head ready to stab her once again when she tries to punch his face in but he takes a hold of her throat but she kicks him knocking him off his feet sending him on the ground.

She arches her back, gasping for air. She starts to cough on blood in her mouth as her eyes spot the people getting out of the car. It was her neighbors, the once that were suppose to check on her while her parents were away. 

She rolls on the ground, and begins to crawl towards them to the sound of their voice as they talk to each other.

She just rounds the corner when they knock on the door and listen to the sound of her voice but the only sounds coming out of her mouth are little rasps of “ H-help me-e.” 

The neighbors that were suppose to check on her have a spare key of the house as they entered it without her getting a chance to grab their attention.

The killer comes up behind Melissa, she turns her head to see him as he pushes her down on the front porch of the house. Her bloody hand reaches up to take off his mask off his face to reveal who he was. Her eyes go wide at the familiar voice.

Before she gets a chance to say his name, he raises a knife above his head with a wide smile stabs her in the chest, once and again and again and again.

While this is happening her neighbors look inside the house seeing it distraught state with the popcorn on the table that’s cold.

The television blaring some type of program and there is glass in the kitchen with the window busted open. 

“ Melissa!” One of them calls. “ Where is she?” The other asked. 

The two look around not seeing her in sight and begin to worry. One of them races up the stairs to take a look in her bedroom while the other picks up the phone to call the police.

The one holding the phone says her name, and says to the other that she can hear Melissa gasping. The killer drags Melissa’s body down the path of the drive way to the mail box that is in front of the house. 

“ We have to call the police” one of them says, “ you have to call the Johnson’s” the other says.

One of them walks outside and down the path but stops, screaming as they fall to their knees.

The other comes out to see why they were screaming when they saw the horrible sight of Melissa Johnson sitting on top of the mailbox with blood dipping down her cardigan. It no longer the shade of yellow but the crimson color of her blood. 

There was anyone else in sight. 

-

It was only a week ago that Melissa Johnson was killed and left for her neighbors to find. The Johnson’s came back the next day after their trip to identify it was their daughter that was killed the previous night.

The news hit the town pretty hard. It was all over the news and in the newspapers.

The school had shut down for a bit to let everyone mourn the loss of a friend, a classmate and anyone else that knew her.

Today, it was the first day back to school and you walked downstair greeting your parents, and ruffling your little brothers hair as he sat eating his breakfast. 

“ You’re awfully happy this morning” your mom says as she hands you a plate of breakfast.

You smirked, taking it from her as you sit across the table from your brother placing the plate down. “ Happy to see my friends again” you mumbled picking a piece of toast off your plate. 

“ She wants to see her boyfriends” your brother teases you, scrunching up his nose as he did a little dance in his seat. You took a piece off your toast and tossed it at him.

“ No throwing food at the table” your father says casting you a look. “ What boyfriends is he talking about, sugar?” Your mom asked as she sat down at the table. 

“ I don’t have any boyfriends, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about” your brother giggled as he stood up from his seat getting his backpack. He was going to school on the bus and ran out the door without another look at you. 

“ Have a good day at school!” Your mother shouted at him but she only heard the sound of the front door shut. 

“ He’s always running to school, such a teacher’s pet” your parents shot you a look. 

“ Be nice” your mother says, adding, “ finish your food and go. You don’t wanna be late” you waved her off, taking piece of toast in your mouth as you stood up putting your plate in the sink. “ Going already?” Your father asked. 

“ Don’t wanna be late” you ran over to your mom, kissing her cheek and kissed your father’s cheek. 

“ Have a good day, hunny” your mother says watching you make your way to your bag.

You leaned down to grab it and slip on your shoes heading to the door. You opened the door just in time for your neighbor to walk out. Now, your neighbor wasn’t like anyone you knew.

He had the prettiest blue eyes that you ever seen matching with freckles covering his nose and cheeks. He was extremely attractive and always smelled so good. 

“ Morning, buttercup” he says in a teasing tone as he hops into his car. He always drove you both to school on the way, picking up Laura, his supposedly fling. “ Morning” you opened the front door of his car as you slide into your seat.

He had one had on the steering wheel while leaning back with sunglasses covering those pretty blue eyes.

“ Happy to see me?” He asked, sending you his famous dazzling smile. To some girls, it made them giggle and twirl their hair and with you, it made you melt inside but you never show him that it did. 

“ Delighted” you answered, putting on your seat belt. 

“ Awe cheer up, we’re going to your favorite place on earth” he rolled his eyes as he teased you knowing full fact that you hated being in school and it was the last place you wanted to be. 

“ Oh yay” you clapped your hands sending him a fake smile. He laughed throwing his head back and you could of swore it was the most beautiful sound you have ever heard in your life.

He drove out of his driveway down the road making turns while you were making conversation.

He parked near a small house with a picket fans, and out the door comes out Laura with her bag on her shoulders. She had long dirty blonde hair with green eyes, she always wore skirts and tops that made her chest stand out.

She was super sweet and all, but she loved the attention especially if it was from guys like Dacre. 

“ Good morning L” you greeted her with a kind smile on your face. 

“ Good morning, pretty” she greets you as she hops in the back. “ Morning sexy” she says to Dacre with her hands behind his seat as she leans over to kiss his cheek.

Dacre scrunched up nose feeling her gloss on his cheek, it really bothered him but he held his tongue as he continues to drive.

He kept looking over at you to see you watching the passing trees, the people walking outside and everything else that grabbed your attention.

He turns the corner right into the school parking lot where students were walking already in schools. There was a cop car outside the school that you noticed. 

“ Wonder what’s that about” you look back at the cop to see Chief Lopez wave to you.

The Chief has been friends with your father for years now, the two went back to when they both went to school. He would stop the house from time to time for dinner or grab your father for a drink. 

“ It must be the whole still Melissa thing” Laura says leaning back in her seat as she filed her nails, popping her gum in her mouth. Dacre rolled his eyes at the sound of her voice as he put the car into park. 

“ Ready ladies?” He says, hopping out of his car and you followed with Laura.

He wrapped an arm on either side of you as the three of you walked to the front of the school. Chris, Rylie, Kevin and Sasha had joined you three. 

Chris and Rylie were both twins, living down the street to the school. Their mom was one of the teachers at the school while their dad was the principle

. They both have met you through one of the classes the two of you shared. Kevin is dating Rylie, while Chris is dating Sasha. You were the only one that felt like you were out of the dating loop. But you had only eyes for one person and he was sorta taking. 

“ You bozo’s ready for hell?” Chris asked knocking his hips into yours sending you stumbling into Dacre who took a hold of you, sending a glare towards Chris. 

“ Another school year, another day in hell” you mumbled. “ What more can you want?” You turned with the rest watching everyone outside chatter while you locked eyes with the Chief who was making his way over. 

“ Morning” he greets you all. 

“ Morning Chief Lopez’ you all said together.

“ You kids, get to class. I have something to discuss with you later” he says. All of you looked at each other in worry. 

“ May I ask what this is about?” Rylie asks. 

“ Melissa” he says as he was pulled away by one of the teachers. 

Melissa Johnson wasn’t just anyone.

She was part of your friend group and she was the ex girlfriend of Dacre who looked like he seen a ghost right.

She used to be your best friend, you haven’t even talked about her with your family. 

It was like she was forbidden name. 

You were not ready for this year or any curve balls thrown your way. 

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Scars (6)

Chapter 6: Show me, Please

Alice was shy, sneaky, quiet, and hard to get to. Natasha had been trying to get to her or corner her, but she rarely, if ever, left her room. The girl was just gone.

"I can't get to her," Natasha said, flopping next to Clint on the couch. "She's like a ghost. She's gone with the wind, invisible, was never here, she's a spy and doesn't know it, she's-"

"You could just leave her alone," Clint said. "Did you not hear what she said the other night? She is a child who has been isolated for the majority of her life, just now being reintroduced to society at 17 years old. She's not well, and you chasing her isn't helping. Just leave her alone she'll come whenever she's ready. You need to stop bombarding her with questions. Remember, the only one she knows is Tony. " he continued casually to flip through the tv channels while glancing at the ceiling occasionally.

Natasha knew that Clint was right. Running around stalking the girl wasn't going to get her to talk. She was usually more collected than this, but having something or someone so close and not knowing a thing about them was something Natasha didn't like. Especially when everyone else was so nonchalant about it; she was a spy, for crying out loud.

On Christmas, she gave everyone scrapbooks filled with blackmail, yet she couldn't find anything about this girl. Natasha had literally gone through every database possible to man, even databases people weren't supposed to know about. She couldn't find anything on Alice Stark. She even called Professor X, The well-known telepath and Headmaster of a Mutant/gifted only School, to help; he did find out who she was; he confessed to knowing and keeping tabs on her for a very long time but wouldn't tell Natasha anything else, but he did say something along the lines of "The child was put in a bubble for a reason Ms. Romanoff please  ..... don't pop it "  now Natasha was even more interested in the girl.

Why am I the only one wondering, Natasha thought to herself

"Because you're always used to knowing everything or pretending to know everything. And this one time, you know nothing, and everyone knows you know nothing, and you don't like it." Clint answered casually as if she actually spoke out loud to him. He knew she wasn't. And she knew he knew she wasn't. "Plus, I went through Tony's stuff and found out that the first rule on her long list of rules to stay here was not to use her abilities. She isn't going to tell you if it risks her getting sent back. This is her first taste of freedom, her only taste of freedom.

"Shit," Natasha cursed, finally realizing the effect she was having on the poor girl.

"you just lost your cool for a moment. Next time you see her, apologize," Clint said, then picked a bowl off the coffee table. "I've given you advice and knowledge. Please make me more popcorn". Natasha rolled her eyes, but never the less made the man popcorn.

-

Alice had a new hobby/habit, people-watching. Or, more accurately, watching people through surveillance cameras. She'd often watch the team do mundane things such as training, eating, cleaning, playing games, and just being domestic. It made her feel much better than actually sitting in the room with them and made her less anxious.

Due to this habit, Alice accidentally caught part of Clint and Natasha's conversation. She listened to Clint defend her as she realized how desperate Natasha was to find her secrets. She was really working herself, trying to find out her abilities.

Would it really be bad if she showed them? They were the Avengers, after all. It's not like they would tell anyone else. And she didn't want them to not like her. She had really been putting Natasha through the wringer. 

These were the only people she knew the only people communicated with she couldn't lose them over the trust or a petty rule, right?

Her Father wasn't home, he had gone to a company meeting with Pepper he was in California and they were in New York. He'd never know, right?

Alice paced the gym floor heavily she had finally given into Natasha and decided to show her what she was asking, for now, she was waiting. Too busy pacing, Alice didn't notice Natasha and the rest of the team.

"Alice" Finally, she noticed the team that had gathered for her. "You wanted to show up something?" Steve said 

She nods, taking a few steps back " I- I...powers?"

"Uh yeah, no shit- I mean, yes, we'd like to see "An elbow from Natasha set Clint straight.

"Dad....don't-" Everyone nodded before she could finish completely understanding.

"Listen, Alice, if you don't want to tell us, that's okay. We're okay with that. We don't want you to get in trouble or anything -"

"Shut up, Rogers." Sam scolded Steve.

Taking a deep breath stepping forward to a punching bag, she bites down on her index finger until she bleeds, "she's hurting herself" Clint made the obvious observation, letting the blood drip from her finger blood spill on to the floor taking another breath shaky breath she flicked the blood off her finger into the direction of the punching bag. The team didn't know what they expected but what happened surely wasn't it. As soon as the blood drop hit the punching bag it ripped off the chain bursting open, hitting the back wall and leaving a massive dent.

"That was... AWESOME," Clint said, running up to Alice before remembering boundaries. Everyone bombards her with questions. Alice didn't really answer any questions, more or less just stood there and smiled. 

They liked her,

-

"Tony, are you paying ?" Pepper asked, frustrated she had been talking to air for the last 20 minutes. "No, sorry. Watching Alice," Tony said as he watched the footage of his daughter breaking the #1 rule he said not to. "she's in trouble"

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(R) Blurb: Salvatore Moreau- Romcom

How could tonight get any better? Salvatore knew he would set up a whole night just for you. It was your birthday and he knew that you had probably forgotten about that.

So he setting up his room for the two of you. He gathered flowers, your favorite. Setting them up in a beautiful vase. Then he shifts through his many VHS. He's looking for a good movie to sit down and watch when you get back from your day with the girls.

Alcina and Donna had come looking for you earlier in the day. So he had the whole day to prep, but now that it was getting later he wanted to make sure that you were going to be happy and surprised when you walked into his room.

He was able to pick a movie of his liking. A rom-com for the two of you to watch. That’s when he heard your footsteps, and before he knew it you were there a happy smile on your want and bright face. You were always so happy to see him, and he was always so happy to see you.

“Hey, puppy!? You’re back already?” He asked as he looked around making sure that everything was in place. He had thrown down a blanket and a few pillows to the floor and grabbed all of your favorite snacks. Setting them in bowls and popping some popcorn because it was your favorite movie snack.

“I am, and what’s all this, Sal?” You asked him. You didn’t think it was any special day or anything was even going on. You hadn’t missed your anniversary with Moreau, you hadn’t missed his birthday that you always had circled on the calendar, so what was it?

“I just thought I would make something special for your birthday puppy,” Sal said looking down at the hard-planked floor. The tv was throwing static but it was pleasant background noise.

With shock, you shrieked. "You remembered my birthday baby?” You asked, excitement and shock jumping through your movements as you slammed the door shut and ran over to your boyfriend. Hugging his tightly as you could and thanking him over and over again.

“Oh thank you, baby, thank you so much for remembering…. Is that why the girls came and picked me up this morning. I mean we went shopping and everything in the town, did you know that Alcina hates doing that. But hey at least I got some funny stuff while I was out.” You rambled on. Moreau smiled inward and kissed your cheek, calming you for only a minute.

“Do you like it?” He asked wanting to make sure you were happy with everything. He wanted to make sure that he hadn't gone overboard, or that you hated it. You looked around taking in the blanket and snacks laying on the floor, along with the tv that looked like it was getting ready to be used. The streamers that he had thrown up haphazardly, but still there was something about how cute and adorable it all looked.

“Oh, Moreau of course I like it… I love it, baby.” You said tears of joy threatening to fall. “Oh puppy don’t cry…” he said taking his hand in yours and dragging you over to the floor, before he pressed play and an old rom-com started up. It wasn’t just one that he liked but you loved it too.

“I know it’s not a lot puppy, but I just wanted you to know that I love you, with all my heart. I just wanted you to have a most wonderful birthday Y/n.” He said looking at you rather than the title screen for the movie playing.

The tears were falling now, and so Moreau kissed you softly on the forehead. For the rest of the night was spent watching your favorite rom-com together and snaking on the food surrounding the both of you.

Completed on: 02/06/23

Posted on: 02/06/23

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Dreams from 23.4.24

Dream 1 I was in a house, like a dorm or share house where three girls lived. There were three bedrooms and two bathrooms, and it was quite spacious. I was happy that they had such a comfortable living arrangement. I was hanging out with a group of people in this house, and it felt really late actually, it felt like it was almost midnight.

Everyone is seated around a big rectangular table in the kitchen. They're my friends but also they're not, I dunno. There are some kind of snacks on the table, they remind me of Cheetos but larger and more pale-coloured. There's some that are ready, and more is currently being cooked in something that looks like a popcorn maker. I can't really taste them. I am just eating them as something to do.

There was this one girl who didn't feel well. She kept pressing on her stomach, maybe she was pregnant. She asked me about a class that was either taking place today or tomorrow and how it was all going. I think she wanted to know how involved and demanding the class was because she wants to figure out if she would be able to manage it in her condition. I didn't really know what to tell her since I couldn't really remember. Whatever I said, it was vague.

I think my ex is here. I don't see him but I sense that he must be in the room. We had just broken up and I wanted to give off the appearance that I was okay and didn't care. I felt his general aura to the right of me, so I go and sit near two of his friends who are sitting on the left. I start chatting to them. I am very animated as I engage them in conversation and making them like me is effortless. One of the guys starts stroking my thigh, which I hardly seem to notice for quite some time. I wasn't responding to it, so he stopped. I continue going around the table talking to different people. Sometimes no one talks and we sit in silence, but it doesn't feel awkward at all. It’s still vibes.

Then someone brings up SM. I don't know why, none of these people are my co-workers, it actually seems like we must all be classmates or something. Someone says, He looks like water. This is in reference to the water signs in astrology. I say, It's because he has Cancer rising. They are pointing out that he has a soft and sweet demeanor. Then I say, as if I am some authority on the matter, He is also very down to earth because he has some planets in earth signs.

Then it's brought to my attention that one of the girls who lives there isn't actually here right now. She is out partying or partaking in some other social activity and won't return home until very late. I get the impression she's been gone all day.

Dream 2 I was at the cinema watching a movie and at the end, an advertisement came up on the movie screen. It was something like an infomercial and after it played, it asked if I wanted to buy the product on offer. I have no idea what it was but I did want to and so I followed the prompts. The screen was interactive somehow, I just had to think about what I wanted to 'select' and it would go to the next part. It was like I was clicking buttons on a computer but I wasn't doing anything, just sitting back in a cinema chair. There were other people around me but it felt like it was just me, or like those people didn't matter. I wasn't self-conscious of the fact that this was happening, that everyone was getting the play-by-play of my decision to purchase this product. When it got to the payment part, it was quite odd. I have the sensation of paying with my card but I didn't take my card out or anything, I just thought of it and it did so. But then it said that only a partial amount of the full price had been paid and I would need to go to the counter outside to pay the rest in the usual way, like $20. But then something else said that in actuality, I don't need to pay anything. It just popped up on the screen like a surprise. Now I think all I needed to do was collect my item. I got up from my seat and walked toward the exit. As I was walking away I saw that this cinema room was right beside another cinema room and they were both connected toward the back. Like it was open-air and the segregation of the rooms was just an illusion. It even felt like it wasn't just the back of the rooms. Also the wall that joins the two, wasn't a wall, but was made of something thin, like a sheet. A veil appearing as a wall. I wondered how this affected the audience members in each 'room'. Wouldn't the sounds coming from each film being played, effect the audience in the other, detracting from the viewing experience? How bizarre. But I realise that while I was watching the film (which I don't remember at all), I did not hear the movie coming from the other room at all. So it must have been fine.

Dream 3 I'm in a department store at a skincare brand counter and the sales lady is trying to sell me something but I say no to it. Then she pulls out something else, some kind of treatment essence in a bottle. I am more interested in this product, and realise it is more expensive than the first product she showed me. It was $77. I just thought, why not? The price is just whatever and I mean it looks of good quality and it'll be an extra step in my skincare routine that'll help pass the time.

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Scoundrel and princess

Dick grayson x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,629

Authors note: I don't even know if this is good, I literally just finished watched Empire strikes back and this popped into my head. I'm sorry if this is terrible.

First person pov:

It was a calm night in the tower everyone was in the living room ready for annual movie night that happened every Thursday after Gar made the notion that "we should all should spend more time together" and Dick agreed.

Which leads us back to the living room. Currently me and Rachel are trying to decide what movie to put on. "Why don't we watch Empire strikes back?" I ask Rachel as she's still scrolling through the thousands of titles, " didnt we just watch star wars last week?" "Yeah but that was a new hope! We can't just start the original trilogy without finishing it!" I try to entice her to side with me but all I am met with is silence and a squint in her eyes seeing that she is contemplating. Gar had decided that last Thursday we should watch A New Hope so Konner could quote on quote "be whole". As a advid nerd I immediately said yes and with the whole group not caring that is what we watched.

I normally would have enjoyed watching Star Wars, being able to quote it word for word in my head with the occasional slip, but I wasn't able to out of the corner of my eye all I could focus on was the way that Dick and Kory sat close together as he whispered in her ear what was happening in the movie to make sense to her as she would continously question the movie.

It sucked having to see that and hear the little laughs that would come out of her mouth anytime Dick made a joke or the way that he would run his hand up and down her arm when they quited down. They claim to be just friends, but it just never looked that way and to be stuck not being able to tell him how I feel hurts even worse than any punch or knife thrown at me.

" Okay fine we can continue star wars, but it's just because I want to see more of luke skywalker" Rachel finally states, "really! And I happen to be more of han solo girl myself" I replied back biting my lip to hide the smile threatening to come across my lips. "Of course you are" she replies back winking, Rachel is the only one to know about my crush on Dick. She had read my thoughts one time when I got hit badly while out on a mission, she was trying to see if I was stable but came across all my thoughts about the bird brain. I was just lucky she never said anything about what she saw to anyone, but now she just teases me about it any chance she can get.

"Rachhh, let's just put the movie on and tell the others" I whine while changing the subject getting up to tell Konner, Krypto and Tim what we chose, while goes to get Gar, Dick and Kory.

I head back to the living room but make a quick stop at the kitchen grabbing some soda and popcorn to snack on while the movie plays, "hopefully this can distract me enough to tonight" I say to myself in my head. Carrying all the junk in my arms I place down on the table moving to get settled in my spot on the couch, the corner that's covered in a blue and grey flannel blanket that is only ever used by me when I'm sitting there. I close my eyes at the warm the blanket brings and open then when I hear the sounds of foot steps and voices fill the air.

As everyone takes their place in their normal spots I notice that Dick instant sitting besides Kory but is actually making his way towards me. I look over to the spot he's been sitting in for the past couple of weeks and see that Gar and Rachel have taken it over, Rachel turns her towards me and we make eye contact, she winks at me and shifts her head back towards Gar.

"Hey is it okay if I sit here?" The voice I've grown to love asks me, "Yeah sure go ahead" smiling waiting for him to take the seat. As he sits my heart begins to flutter like crazy, I know that Konner and Krypto can probably hear it and are confused as to why it sounds like I'm gonna have a heart attack but I can't find myself to care. He could have sat on the floor with Kory and Konner but he chose to sit next to me.

"Thanks, I was not going to be able to sit down there and actually enjoy the movie" " I get, that's why I got here first, you can never trust one of them to not take your seat" I reply which earns a playful "hey" from Gar and causes Dick to smile.

We start the movie after that, everyone gets comfortable and entranced into the movie as the opening sequence begins but instead of just reading the words Gar starts to them allowed in a funny voice that you can't help but laugh at. Rachel gets him to quiet down after a few jabs to ribs with elbow.

Everyone is quiet after the movie has been playing for a little bit, and this time I don't have to hear Kory and Dick laughing to eachother the entire time which feels nice. Although I still have to listen to myself repeat the words and the fluttering heart beat that hasn't slowed since Dick sat.

When Han and Leia begin to argue I have to hold myself back from whispering the scene, I did begin to do it without realizing and it earn a glance from Dick which made me stop immediately, but he leaned down to whisper in my ear the line Han said next "afraid i was gonna leave without a goodbye kiss?" . I swear if I hadn't been blushing already I was turned into a tomato right in that moment. I had to shake myself back into reality, but it didn't stop the smiled that appeared on my face.

I decided that instead of him doing it to me first again I was going to, I waited until Han and Leia were in the millennium falcon to say Leias line quiet enough in his ear "when you aren't acting like a scoundrel" and he didn't waste a second to repeat Hans line to me and we went back and forth, but when he got to last line he only looked down at my lips but never made a move. In a more hushed voice than the other lines he says " you like me cause I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoundrels in your life" breaking the entranced look on his face to meet my eyes and we don't move. The sound of the movie eventually snaps our attention back to it, but this time Dick doesn't just go back to sitting normal he puts his arm around me pulling me closer to him.

I've seen him put his arm around Kory multiple times when we watch movies, but this feels different. He's never pulled her close into him like this. I don't let myself over think it to much as I focus back into the movie taking one last look at him before I lay my head on shoulder. I feel a slight jump from him as if he's shocked I actually did it.

None of the others around us have said anything to us either they don't care or they haven't heard us.

We settle back down and continue the movie not saying another line to eachother until the end when he decides to grab my hand. I look up at him to see if he's waiting for my response but his gaze is on the tv. So I turn my head back and squeeze his hand in response

It's the Carbonite scene, it always crushes my heart but also makes me smile widely. Playing with Dicks fingers the scene begins to escalate when Chewie starts to fight the stroom troopers. I know this scene inside and out and I know that if I repeat the line I so desperately want to it will be towards the man holding in his arms.

I can't even catch myself before I say Leias line as she does " I love you", I don't expect any remarks from him but I hear the two little words said back to me everything around me feels to have stopped.

"I know".

This time it's my turn to be shocked, Dick has turned his head towards me eyes looking down at lips and back up to my eyes doing that a couple more times before we both move in at the same time and finally kiss. I thought that when he said Hans line that the room stopped moving but with the way his soft lips are moving against mime I definitely have to say I am on cloud 9.

We break apart after a minute to reclaim oxygen and to look at eachother, but what we don't realize is the yells and "finally's" that come from everyone.

" I've been wanting to do that for a while" Dick states, "me too" I say moving to hide my face into his neck so I don't have to face the others, especially Rachel.

Dick laughs and wraps his arms around me. The others finally go back to the movie but I can't I finally got what I have wanted for so long and now I know he wanted me too.

I hear one final whisper from him as he holds me "I love you princess".

" I love you too scoundrel".

[wheelsup]

kissing lessons

summary: one of your classic movie nights with spencer turns into a learning opportunity

A/N: this is really fluffy, but the whole story centers around kissing. use your own judgement! i’d say it’s at worst 16+

category: spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff (with a bit of spice)  best friends to lovers (sorta)

warnings: just kissing, a brief implication at the end

word count: 3k

Occasionally, the team will spend an extra night in their hotel before heading home from a case. Be it due to poor weather conditions, or the fact that your case wrapped in the dead of night, the reasons for flying don’t ever matter. Because the majority of the times when you have to stay that extra night, you and Spencer have sleepovers.

The routine is pretty much the same. You’ll stock up on gas station snacks – sour peach rings for Spencer, salted microwave popcorn for you – and reconvene in one of your hotel rooms. Preferably, whichever of you got the better deal that week – a bigger tv, a room further away from the ice machine. And you’d rent the cheapest movie available on-demand, the options spanning from low-budget sci-fi to poorly written rom-coms. That night, the viewing fell under the latter category.

Spencer perched at the foot of your bed with both feet tucked under his legs, criss-cross style, while you laid against the headboard to watch. Every now and then, you tossed out your commentary and he’d ignore it. He always says you’re too critical of movies and you’re of the belief that he’s too forgiving.

“I don’t think they should end up together,” you mumbled, words slurring around your mouthful of popcorn. You pulled a face right as the movie approached the romantic climax, after spending the past ninety minutes actively rooting against the couple. Spencer ignored you, pretending to be engrossed in the movie to spite your disparagement of it. “They both suck.”

You groaned, slumped further against the pillows, and shoved your sock-clad toes under Spencer’s left thigh in a call for attention. He jumped at the intrusion, but ultimately, your efforts were futile.

And then the big kiss commenced, and your booing finally piqued his interest. “Gross! I feel bad for people who kiss like that.”

A small bell went off in his head and he took a curious glance at you over his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He stopped chewing and the piece of candy in his mouth pushed out his cheek, giving him an adorably innocent look. His brows scrunched in the middle and his nose had a tiny crinkle in it, utterly confused.

You scoffed and matched his expression. “Are you serious?” You jerked your head in the direction of the television and Spencer whipped his head back, squinting. He couldn’t figure out what you were pointing out, what it was that was so obviously wrong to you. “Spencer, he’s swallowing her chin!”

Oh. He hadn’t noticed.

Feeling dumb, he muttered, “I thought that’s how you’re supposed to kiss…” It wasn’t the deepest confession to admit to you that he lacked some knowledge when it came to kissing, but he still refused to look at you as he said it.

“Spencer, please tell me you haven’t been kissing people like that.” You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, sitting up straighter in bed. He shrugged and lowered his head, focusing on his snack as his fingers dug into the packet of gummy rings in his lap.

He popped another piece into his mouth, pretending to be occupied with eating so as to avoid your prying. “I dunno.”

It didn’t occur to you until that moment that Spencer might have learned everything he knows about kissing – among other things – solely through watching movies. How else could he look at that and think it’s normal? And you’re left wondering if he’s ever even practiced it with another living human. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but unfortunately, that only heightened your interest. You had to know.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You kept your voice low, your tone implying that you were ready to exchange this secret with him. You wouldn’t judge him if he admitted he hadn’t.

He scoffed loudly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you’re positive he rolled his eyes too. “Yeah, of course.” Then quietly, he added on, “But it was only like… for four seconds.”

You nodded thoughtfully, considering how this new piece of information adjusted your existing view of Spencer. For some reason, you couldn’t tell if you actually expected him to be experienced or not.

He didn’t exactly scream that he’d… gotten around, for lack of better words, but you’re still surprised to learn that he’s barely done it at all. You supposed he was objectively cute, that maybe you could see it if he weren’t your best friend. And yeah, he’s a little awkward, but he’s smart and kind, so he has three great things going for him, and you’re surprised more people haven’t swooped him up yet.

Your lips curled down in thought, brows raised in curiosity. “And was it good?” It was a genuine enough question, because you’ve never really thought about Spencer Reid and kissing in the same sentence before. As it turned out, there was a lot of missing information relating to those two things.

“I don’t know! I didn’t get, like, a feedback form,” he grunted, angling his shoulder even further away from you. If you could’ve seen him, you’d notice his face boiling and turning red with heat. All this inquiring made him think harder about his … talents … than he’s ever had to before, and he’s not a fan.

You were prepared to do some more digging when the slump in his back made you feel a tinge of guilt. It was your fault he looked so defeated. You pressed too hard, disregarding his boundaries just because you wanted to know more. And now, he was wondering if there was something wrong with him, because you wouldn’t leave it alone.

He barely noticed as you swung your feet from under his thigh and rocked onto your knees, leaning forward to nudge his shoulder with your palm. It hauled his attention out of his thoughts and back into the room. You wanted to apologize, but instead you settled with “I’m sure you’re fine, Spence.”

He nodded unconvincingly. By the glow of the screen, you could see he was still gnawing on the inside of his cheek, focusing his eyes as he played with a loose hangnail on one of his fingers. It made you feel even worse. “Are you actually worried about it?” you asked, laden with concern.

“What if I am bad at it?” He whispered, like saying it too loud would make it true. “And that’s why it’s only happened once?”

A large exhale puffed out of your nose as you weighed your options.

You could go back to your original plan and apologize for setting him down this path of doubt. But that wouldn’t do anything to stop him from worrying, anyway. You could tell him there’s no correlation between the way he kisses and how frequently it’s happened; that you’re sure the reason isn’t because he’s bad. But you don’t know that for sure.

So, fuck it, you thought, grabbing a fistful of his pajama shirt and tugging him closer to you roughly, pressing your lips onto his.

This way, you’d at least have an informed opinion to be able to tell him if he was good or bad.

His lips were softer than you expected – not that you’d thought about them often, they’re just impossibly softer than they look – and invitingly warm. But they were completely stiff.

You could tell he was trying to kiss you back by the way his mouth ferociously moved over yours. He was trying to be a passionate, engaged partner, but he forgot about the aspect of tenderness.

His lips felt like two solid objects just sliding around on your face. They didn’t move in any sort of accordance with yours. There was no push and pull, your lips didn’t mesh perfectly together to form a solitary unit as they moved in unison.

It felt more like his lips were your opponent, putting up an attack and defense play against the actions of your own.

You pulled away, resisting a giggle at his bewildered face. “You’re not so terrible,” you swipe the corner of your mouth, smudged with Spencer’s flavored chapstick, “But it could use some work.”

He was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open as his eyes darted around the room and all over you. Maybe he’d find an explanation for what just happened carved into the walls somewhere or written across your forehead.

What happened was that you kissed him. And he was a little bit bad. Simple as that.

“I-I wasn’t ready!” he stammered, chucking up his hands defensively. He’d process the fact that he’d just made out with his best friend at a later time, right now the bigger concern was the slight cringed look on your face. He sulked and folded his arms.“What was so bad about it?”

“Well,” you scratched the back of your ear, trying to gauge if he’d react well to getting some advice, “my first tip would be to relax your lips.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And don’t think too hard. You should react to what’s happening in the moment, not worrying about what your next move is gonna be.” You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to envision what that would play out like in a real situation. “You wanna try again?” you offered, figuring he’d learn much faster if he was more hands-on about it.

He nodded, and you leaned in close, waiting for him to go for it. His heart quickened under the pressure of performance, eyes screwing shut as he closed the gap. His mouth smashed into yours as he dove in hard. It was toeing on the side of too harsh, but you let that one slide in hopes it was just a byproduct of his nerves.

You had to tap his knee to remind him to relax, and he loosened some of the tension he had in his lips. He slotted his between yours, allowing them to be pliable to your movements and remembering to react, not plan.

He moved his mouth leisurely against yours, trying to match your pressure and pacing. They actually started moving in time with yours at some point. The kiss took on a shape of its own as he started getting out of his head, letting himself enjoy the kiss for what it was in that exact moment.

It was already better than before. Leaps and bounds better. But then he tried to deepen it, building on its intensity but adding more… something into it. You couldn’t even tell what it was he was trying to do.

“Okay, second tip…” you inhaled sharply, pushing him off of you with a palm against his chest. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. “You kinda do this thing like… where you’re blowing air into my mouth?” You scrunched your nose, punctuating your dislike. “That feels weird. Don’t do that. If anything, do the opposite.”

“I’m supposed to suck the air out of your mouth?” His face contorted, voice already slightly exasperated. He barely understood what the air thing was that you claimed he did. He didn’t realize in the process of trying to add pressure to the kiss, he was just forcibly blowing against your mouth.

“Not literally, no.” You laughed a little, rubbing your palm in a comforting pattern on his chest.”But you can use your lips to suck on mine, or my tongue… just nothing involving the exchange of breath. We’re not in CPR training.”

He eased up a little with your joke, adjusting to your advice he gave it another try. After a few moments, he latched onto your bottom lip with his own, sucking it softly into his mouth. “Yeah, like that,” you mumbled against him, voice pitching high in encouragement. He sucked on it with a little more greed, holding it for a second, then eased up, varying the pressure of his movements just like you did before.

You made a mental note to praise him for that at a later time, deciding to instead part your lips to see if he’d venture into further experimentation.

He caught on quickly. He parted them further, prodding his tongue against them as you opened to allow him entry. Just as you started to really enjoy it, he ran his tongue over the inside of your mouth, moving it fast and roughly like he was a washing machine.

“Stop,” you grimaced, tearing away quickly. You had to swipe your hand over your mouth to get rid of the excess saliva that really shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place, given how brief the frenching was. “Your tongue is way too aggressive.”

Overwhelmed, he tilted his head to the ceiling and let out a frustrated grunt, slapping his hands down to the top of his thighs.

There were too many factors to worry about. He had no idea how you looked at him with a straight face and told him not to think too much when there were a million things he needed to remember all at once; he needed to vary his moves to keep it interesting, but make sure he’s not ruining the flow by changing things up too much, and to be gentle but not timid.

All of this was second nature to you, but it was brand new to Spencer. Could you really blame him for not getting the hang of it right away? You decided to stop your list of critiques short for this round to spare him. He’d get there eventually, but not if he felt discouraged too soon.

“I don’t see why people like it in the first place,” he huffed, his head returning to it’s normal posture. In Spencer’s eyes, there truly wasn’t any appeal to kissing with tongue; it looked sloppy and unnecessary, and as you’d just confirmed, it actually was.

You thought about his statement for a second. There’s a certain allure to it, and you didn’t know how to describe it to him. So instead you cupped his cheeks in both your palms and slid your mouth over his again. As his jaw slacked its tension, you slowly pushed your tongue past his lips and gently pressed it against his own before swirling them together.

You sighed softly into his mouth, running your fingers through his hair and tugging carefully at the ends. He made a small noise against you, something like a whimper, and you swallowed the vibrations of it. As you retreated, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a light, teasing tug. You soothed it again with your lips before releasing it, a proud giggle forming in your chest as Spencer chased after your lips as you broke apart.

“That’s why.” You smirked at the dazed look on his face. His eyelids remained closed longer than necessary, still feeling the ghost of your mouth on his and a tingle where your fingers were in his hair.

“Oh.” His voice came out meek as he slowly came back to reality, brows wrinkling up his forehead as he opened his eyes.

He put both his palms down on the mattress, one laying flat on either side of you, and dove forward to resume the kiss right where you left it. A surprised squeak left you as his mouth collided with yours with an insatiable hunger. You brought one hand back to his hair, and he was a goner.

He unfolded his legs from under himself and shuffled onto his knees, following his hands until he practically crawled into your lap. Each of his legs hooked onto either side of your thighs as he hovered over your lap, leaning his body entirely into yours.

The physics of it didn’t hold up; he’s taller than you are, and his chest was too heavy for you to carry. The balance was off center and it sent you tumbling back onto the mattress, bringing him down with you until his chest laid on yours.

It was the perfect force – the weight of him on top of you. He tasted like peach candy and sour sugar, and you found yourself craving more of it.

You shuffled higher up the mattress, giving him space to stretch out his body as he followed yours. One of his hands found your waist, gripping tightly, while he placed the other on the mattress beside your head, using it to steady himself. Sliding your legs out from under him, you wrapped them on the outside of his hips, using them to pull him closer down to you.

It only broke off in moments when both of you absolutely needed to get air, gasping as you pulled apart for brief reprieve before colliding again. He followed every word of your advice, getting better with each passing second until he exceeded expectations by leaps and bounds.

Your fingers weaved through his hair, passionately tugging the wavy strands to angle him against you and igniting his nerves under your touch. A soft moan leaves him and you’re encouraged to tighten your grip on them. His hips bucked reactively at the sensation, and he quickly pulled back, a slight embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. He got too carried away.

You took in his flushed face and swollen, kiss-bruised lips. They’d turned a shade of red brighter than you’ve ever seen them, and it was all you could do not to dive for them again as his tongue sweeped over them, soothing the burning heat you’d left on them.

Before he could apologize for his eagerness, you nudged your nose against his, your smile skimming against his lips. “So what else don’t you know how to do?”

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17 of that kiss prompt thing w randy 😧😧👹👹

SO TRUE OF YOU

Title: Number 17

Franchise: Scream

Pairing: Randy Meeks x Reader

Also Featured: Nobody but you two :^)

Warnings: Food, Swearing, Randy and the reader playfully tease each other.

A/N: It’s bullying Randy time again folks! I took a few weeks break, I’ll admit, but I’m getting back into things with a few shorter requested pieces taken from this prompt list, so expect a few coming your way ;). I’ll get back to my pre-planned stuff eventually. Everyone thank B for the great choice ISTG.

Word Count: 787

@bambitheghostfaceapologist @f1nalboys @highonbandcandy get nae nae’d

“I’ve been channel surfing for the past 20 minutes, how is there nothing good on?”

Randy and you were snuggled up on the couch, attempting to pass time until the clock hit 12 to signify the new year. While you were content watching the running program for the event, Randy had quickly gotten fed up with the wait and had only held out 30 minutes before suggesting, or more pleading, to find something different on the TV. Being the generous partner you are, and not really caring either way, you had agreed and had spent the last couple hours enjoying whatever was playing on Nick at Nite, comfortably situated against your man. 

“Babe. There’s only like 10, 15 minutes until the ball drops? Just change it back,” You leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek,” Promise it won’t kill you.” 

Randy sniggered, “No, someone’s already tried to do that.” 

You gasped and shot up to glare at him, “Stop that.” 

Randy was full blown laughing now, wheezes of breath coming at as he barely tried to hide it, “Sorry, sorry, it’s my coping mechanism.” 

His face went completely blank for a moment as he made eye contact with you, “You can at least laugh with me, I didn’t get shot for nothing.” 

A surprised bark of sound escaped you as Randy started up again, which caused you to develop into a fit of laughter as well. 

“Ok, ok.” You huffed as you stood up, only to be stopped as Randy’s arms held onto you in a loose, but surprisingly strong, grip, “I’m going to make popcorn! Let me leave, sir.” 

Randy's arms flopped down dramatically on top of him and you skipped into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of popcorn out of the cabinet and *popping* it into the microwave after a few good shakes. You hear the announcer’s voice fill the living room, surrounded by the cheering voices of the excited crowd as the big event draws closer. You were about to zone out until your eyes drifted over to the sink, and your mind comes up with an evil idea. 

Padding over to the front of the sink, you clasp the decorative knob and start to turn it. Deciding you have little time to ease into it, you twist until a strong, steady stream of ice cold liquid flows out of it and stick your hands under it, slightly jolting as you felt just how cold it was. You spent the rest of the waiting time moving them around, feeling the brisk chill as it cascaded over your hands and pulling them out when it got too biting and stiff. You heard the soft beeping just as Randy yelled for you from the living room. 

“It’s time to see New York’s balls drop!” 

“I hate you!” You yell back as you quickly dumped the bag into one frosted plastic bowl and hurried back into the living room just as the crowd on TV marched through the countdown. 

“Hi.” You said as you set the bowl on the coffee table, falling back into your spot next to Randy, but keeping your hands from touching him, “So, am I lucky enough to get a kiss this New Year’s?”

Randy smirked at you, “Possibly.” 

“Oh, shut up.”

He glanced back at the screen, “Ready.”

“As I’ll ever be.”

He clears his throat, and you smile. 

“3, 2, 1.” You chant in unison as the ball reaches its destination, and you waste no time throwing your arms around Randy’s neck and pulling him on top of you. 

You lay there for a minute or two, just enjoying each other’s presence. But you set your dastardly plan into motion, slowly moving your arms from his neck and down his body until you reach his untucked t-shirt. 

Then, you swiftly stuff your hands under it, splaying your still-cold palms against his sensitive lower back as Randy gasps suddenly and near launches away from you. 

“HOLY FUCK WHY ARE YOUR HANDS SO COLD.”

You giggled as you waved them towards him, “Trade secret.” 

“Is that what you were doing?!?! Making your hands freezing to torment me?!” The look on betrayal is something you could, and would, tease him about for the next week to come. 

“Hey, I made the popcorn too! There was just such a long wait, and I wanted to give you the true New York experience; absolutely unhinged cold.” 

It was Randy’s turn to glare at you as he snatched up the bowl from the coffee table, scooting to the farthest end of the couch, “Yeah, and now you don’t get any of it.”

“You know you love me~.

“Maybe I did, I’m not so sure now.” 

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The Edge of A Blade

Word count: 3035

Description: The Avengers Tower gets attacked during a movie night, and Y/N must protect herself, but can she handle the aftermath? Loki/reader. One-shot.

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It was our bi-weekly movie night at The Avengers Tower. Everyone not doing a mission was there, as per tradition. Steve, Bucky, and Bruce on one couch, and Wanda, Sam and Peter on another. My parents Tony and Pepper were snuggled together on an oversized chair and my boyfriend Loki (much to the chagrin of my dad) was sitting beside me on the giant beanbag chair that I begged my dad to buy. Nat and Clint were on a mission, Thor was off world and Vision, well, he was doing whatever it is he does. I may be above average in smarts, but it still hurts my brain to try and understand the android.

It was my turn to pick the movie and I picked one of my favorites, ‘The Other Guys’. It was something that we could all laugh at and help with some the stress everyone has. We had just made it to the part of the ‘desk pop’ when I run out of popcorn. I say I because I am a complete hog when it comes to movie snacks.

I let my head fall back against the beanbag chair. “Nooooooo,” I groan out, “the universe is too cruel.” A low chuckle comes from beside me. I turn my head towards Loki and growl out, “It’s not funny.”

“On the contrary my dear, it is,” he whispers in my ear.

I stick out my bottom lip. “But I’m so comfortable,” I pout. I wasn’t even lying. I had borrowed (read: stole) one of Loki’s hoodies, and I had on a pair of sweatpants and my unicorn fluffy socks. There was also a giant dark green blanket over the both of us. I normally would’ve been too warm but sitting beside Loki was like having a personal A/C unit. I was perfectly comfortable in my cloud of fluffiness and didn’t want to leave.

Unfortunately, my pout was having very little effect on Loki. “Darling, you’re the one who ate all your popcorn so quickly. If you want more then go get more.”

I let out a long sigh at the idea of leaving my cozy cocoon, I gathered my energy and flipped off my side of the blanket. I wasn’t even sorry when it landed over Loki’s head.

Mumbling to my dad to keep the movie playing as I passed him, I made my way to the kitchen. Grabbing a bag of microwaveable popcorn, I tossed in the microwave and started it. I leaned against the counter, watching the seconds tick by, when I felt it. The weird drop in my stomach, it always happens right before something big. I stand up straight and slowly turn, focusing on tuning out the hum of the microwave. I couldn’t hear anything abnormal, but as I turned back to lean against the counter again, I saw a quick flash from outside the floor to ceiling windows. I could just make out the shape of a body hurling towards the window before it broke apart.

“Dad!” I screamed out, but I could hear more glass breaking from the other room. “Shit!”

I was on my own for this one. Of course I trained with Steve and Bucky, learning how to fight and protect myself, but I’ve never actually had to use any of that knowledge. The person who broke into the kitchen started running toward me just as I see the knife block on the far counter, the only viable weapon I could see. I almost reach it when a hand tangles into my hair and I’m yanked back and thrown to the ground. The air rushes out of my lungs from the impact. I open my eyes and quickly roll to the side as I see him raise his foot above me, as if to stomp. I stand and look up, and up.

‘Oooh, I am so fucked.’ The guy is several inches taller than my five foot seven frame and he is much wider than myself. I’m not weak by any means, but compared to the guy in front of me, I am far outclassed. He stalks toward me, armed raised, ready to punch and take me down. I raise my own arms in a familiar pose that has been drilled into me by Steve, fists by my face and arms close together to protect my torso.

He throws a punch towards my face but I dodge, another punch and I duck down. He lunges at me and tries to grab around my torso but I dip low to dive away. I couldn’t dodge his next move though as he kicked me in the side as I was turning back toward him. I fell sideways against the counters edge behind me, my ribs on both sides aching from the hit. To make it worse, my head smacks against the upper cabinets and in my daze, I don’t see his fist. My jaw cracks from the impact and I let out a short scream before he wraps his hands around my throat and then drags me toward the ground. My arms try to find purchase on anything around me, but all I succeed in doing is grabbing the side of the knife block and dragging it down with us. Unfortunately, none of the knives stab him as they fall out.

My head slams against the floor and my vision goes dark for a moment. When it clears, I see him over me straddling my hips, and an arm is reared back. I can’t pull my arms up fast enough before his fist makes contact with my face. I feel something wet trail down from my forehead and I know it’s blood. He wraps both of his hands around my neck and squeezes. My hands grab his wrists, trying with all my strength to pull then off, release some pressure, anything at all, just so I can breathe, but he isn’t budging. The pressure in my head grows, and it’s getting harder to focus.

I let go of his wrists and bring my hands above my head, then slam them into his elbows. His grip loosens for a moment, and I immediately suck in air, but my relief is short-lived as he applies even more pressure than before.

‘I can’t beat him,’ I think. All that training, learning how to defend myself and I can’t even win my first real fight. I faintly hear fighting in the other room where everyone else is. I hope they’re all okay. I internally scoff. ‘Of course, they’re okay!’ They’re the Avengers. They have years of training and experience, and they have each other. But I’m by myself.

The pressure in my head is immense and if I survive, I wouldn’t be surprised if my eyes are completely bloodshot.

If I survive.

If?

No. I can’t give up now. I flail my arms out around me, trying, praying, that something useful is around me that will give me a chance to live. As my vision darkens almost completely, my hand knocks into something. I grab it as tightly as I could and I swing it toward the man’s head.

His hands immediately drop away from my neck, and I cough violently as I try to get in as much sweet oxygen as I can. I twist my body to the side and come up onto my elbow, waiting for my breathing to settle and the white spots to go away in my vision.

It must’ve been several minutes that I just lay there. My throat sore and any breaths I take make a wheezing sound. There is still fighting in the next room but the man beside me hasn’t moved, I turn toward him to see if I had knocked him out.

Red.

So much red.

The floor around him was a pool of blood. He had fallen backward so he was leaning against the cabinets, and there was a knife in his neck.

A knife that I had knocked down when he grabbed me.

A knife that I had held in my hand and swung at his head.

A knife that was sticking out of his neck, creating a steady waterfall of blood that collected around him.

I killed someone. I actually killed someone. I scurried backwards to the opposite side of the kitchen, and when my back hit the wall, I folded my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at the man and his lifeless eyes.

I didn’t notice the fighting in the other room had stopped and several people were calling my name. My eyes were still glued to the blood. There was so much blood.

Y/N.

I heard my name, but it was like it was underwater.

Y/N!

Closer now. My view of the man was blocked as someone crouched in front of me. I couldn’t move though. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could still smell it. Blood. Metallic and copperish. It burned my nose.

“Y/N!” Hands cradled the sides of my head and tilted it upward. I tried to focus my eyes but they wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, I focused on the cold seeping into my skin from his touch.

“Loki?” I rasped.

Letting out a breath of relief, he said, “Yes, Darling. I’m here.”

“Are you okay?” I whisper, hoping he wasn’t hurt.

“You’re asking me if I’m okay?” he choked out in surprise. “Darling, you’re shaking.”

I reluctantly let go of my legs and held my hands in front of me. They were shaking so much they looked blurred, but that didn’t stop me from seeing the dark red stain that started from my fingertips and disappeared into the cuff of my sweater. I try to stop the sob from escaping but failed miserably.

“Loki! I couldn’t… I had to…” I gasp out, trying to explain what had happened but I couldn’t get the words out. “Oh my god,” I whisper. Tears were running down my cheeks and I felt like I was getting strangled all over again. “…what have I done?”

I just killed a man. I look over Loki’s shoulder and see him sitting on the floor not ten feet from me, unmoving. Eyes still open, staring at the same spot. The blood on the floor expanded even more from when I last looked. I didn’t know that there could be so much.

It was too much.

I was breathing faster now. Too fast. I couldn’t get enough air. My throat was sore and tight, and I couldn’t breathe.

Loki grabbed one of my hands and placed it directly over his heart, using his hand to hold it there. “Y/N! I need you to focus!” His other hand gently tilting my head up so I would look only at him. “Please, Darling. Breathe with me. Focus on my breath.” He inhaled deeply and I could feel his chest expanding. I tried to copy but I only gasped. He exhaled slowly, watching me struggle to do the same. He kept at it for several minutes before I could follow along with him.

After I let one more breath out, I whisper, “I killed him.”

Loki’s expression softens before he leans in and wraps his arms around my back and under my knees, and smoothly picks me up off the floor. I curl into him and press my face into the crook of his neck, not noticing the tears that stain his shirt. Loki says something to the others about cleaning up, but my focus is on his heartbeat. It beats steadily as he moves us away from the kitchen.

As he walks through the hallways, Loki constantly checks on you. He’s worried. The blank look in your eyes, the panic attack, if you’re injured. Since you were curled up on the floor, he couldn’t get a good look. The only injuries he saw were on your face, and those alone made him want to torture and kill that bastard for even touching you.

Loki steps into his room and lightly kicks the door closed. He places you gently on his bed. “I’ll be right back, okay darling?” he asks, making sure you’ll be okay for the few moments he’ll be gone. At your slight nod, he goes into his bathroom and grabs the first aid kit under the sink, silently thanking Tony for making sure there is one in literally every room in the tower. He walks back over and takes a knee in front of you. He opens the first aid kit and places it beside you, before taking a deeper look at your injuries.

“Y/N?” he asks.

I know what he wants me to do, but I just feel so tired. Slowly, I tilt my head up to I can look at him properly. His gaze travels over my face, stopping at the gash above my eyebrow. His eyes darken before he grabs the disinfectant and some gauze from the kit. He gently cleans the cut and bandages it, thankful that it isn’t bad enough to need stitches. However, the more blood he cleans from your face, the more it reveals the bruising on your jaw. Loki clenches his teeth, but his touch is feather light as he tilts your head side to side.

He brushes his fingers along my cheeks and jaw, and murmurs, “nothing broken, just bruised.” There wasn’t any pain until his fingers traveled below my jaw and touched my throat. I suck in a breath and shut my eyes, not wanting to see Loki’s reaction.

He tilts my head up slightly so he can see my neck better in the light. And see it he did. Dark bruises in the shape of fingers clearly circle around my neck. My skin no longer pale but mottled with blues and purples. He digs his nails into his palm, trying to remain calm, but the anger was buried under concern when he spotted the fresh tears running down your face.

“Y/N?” he whispers. You hear him clearly as the room is dead quiet, but all you do is sniffle and turn your face away even more.

“Baby, please, look at me,” he begs. He clasps his hands into yours and kisses your knuckles, unfazed by the blood flaking off them. You turn your head toward him and slowly open them, blinking a couple times to unstick your wet lashes from the tears.

You see him looking at you with so much concern and love in his eyes. It makes you want to cry all over again. “I’m okay,” you whisper to him, but you correct yourself. “I’ll be okay.” He nods and does another once over, noticing the blood covering you, and him from carrying you.

“We should shower,” he says but I could hear the question in it. We have showered together in the past, but this is different. I nod my head, knowing that I’ll need his help. He stands up, still holding my hands, and uses them to help me stand too. My torso aches, and I try to hide the pain, but I know he’ll see the evidence soon enough.

He helps me into the bathroom and starts the shower, letting the water heat up and the steam to fill the room. He grabs the bottom hem of the sweater and starts to lift it up, allowing me time to raise my arms. I watch him throw it onto the floor, too stained to keep.

“I’m sorry Loki,” I say as he reaches for the bottom of my shirt, causing him to pause.

“What for, Darling?”

“Your sweater is ruined.”

He leans in to place a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering, “A sweater can easily be replaced. You on the other hand,” he lowers his head to place a kiss on your lips, “are priceless.” I smile into the kiss, and thoughtlessly lift my arms to help him take my shirt off. When he looks down to help me with my sweatpants, he sees the rest of the damage the man did. Blotchy blue and purple spots spread across my ribs, one side from his boot, and the other from the edge of the counter.

His hands freeze by my hips, and I hold my breath, waiting for his reaction. I look at his face and I’m surprised to see a tear trailing down his cheek. I step toward him and wrap my arms around his middle, squeezing gently. “I’m still here, Loki,” I say, my voice slightly muffled as I press my face into his chest. I feel his arms gently wrap around me, trying not to hurt me more.

“I should’ve been there to help. I should’ve tried harder to get to you,” his voice is filled with pain.

“Loki, look at me,” I say as I place my hands on either side of his face. As his eyes meet mine, I’m touched by how much emotion is showing in them. “I know that you did everything in your power to beat those guys, and to protect us. ALL of us,” I say, knowing that everyone at the Avengers Tower has wormed their way into his heart, as much as he is loathe to admit it. “We all did our best tonight, and we all survived. That’s what’s important Loki. We’ll have cuts and bruises after every fight, but we keep on fighting.”

It sinks in as I’m telling Loki this, that I need to take my own advice. Yes, I killed someone, but it was in self defense. It was him or me. I was hurt but I’ll heal, and I’ll be stronger next time.

It seems Loki notices the change as well, as he looks at me with pride shining in his eyes. He helps me finish undressing before quickly removing his own clothes, and then helping me into the shower. He gently washes my hair and body, careful of my injuries, before helping me dry off and dress for bed.

As I lay in his bed, curled up in his arms, surrounded by a cloud of fluffiness and cooled down by Loki, I fall easily into a deep sleep.

~~~~~

Thank you so much for reading!

[angry-geese]

Fluorescent Adolescent

Itadori x Reader x Sukuna

Warnings: sfw. platonic/romantic (interpretable). some minor swearing. mostly fluff. mention of violence. poly (sort of). Gn!Reader

Notes: Yuji and the reader have a movie night together. Sukuna decides to tag along

Nights at home were rare.

There’s not a lot of downtime when studying to become a sorcerer. Gojo was always sending you off on jobs that his students were very much not ready to handle. The line of work doesn't really follow a set schedule. Curses rarely exorcise themselves.

You haven't even graduated and you already wanted to retire.

You wanted to do something to celebrate your time off. Yuji suggested a movie night. You had nothing else in mind, and it sounded nice. The two of you thought about inviting Nobara. Movies weren't really her thing; she had other plans anyway. It wasn't often you got to hang out with just Yuji.

Gojo side-eyed you when you asked to borrow a movie. Your first mistake was asking him. The last time you borrowed one from him, the disc had been switched out with a porno. It took Yuji quite a while to figure out what was wrong. Nobara couldn’t pause the thing fast enough. Whether he forgot, or he did it on purpose, you’ll never know. You have the sneaking suspicion he meant to do it. When you gave it back the next day, Gojo never questioned why Yuji couldn’t look him in the eye.

Maybe that’s why Nobara passed on this one.

Eventually you settled on a horror movie. You're not quite sure what it was about. It looked gruesome. The cover had fake looking blood all over it. Despite being a jujutsu sorcerer, you were a wimp when it came to things like this. In the heat of the moment you could deal with it, but when it came to movies you were squeamish. It didn't matter how many times you told yourself that it wasn't real.

In the other room, the microwave beeps. The smell of burned popcorn fills the room. He likes his burnt; you can't stand the stuff. Two bowls had to be made. Both with a healthy dousing of salt and butter. Not the powdered stuff either; the real kind.

"You're going to miss it!" You call out.

"No I'm not!" Only a moment later followed by: "maybe I am!"

Yuji flings himself over the couch, just in time for the movie to start. Popcorn spills over the sides of the bowl, onto the couch and floor. He shouts "five second rule" before popping one into his mouth. Immediately you tackle him. He’s a bit stronger than you, and easily struggles free. It takes you nearly sitting on him to stop him. You have to pry the rest of the floor popcorn out of his hands like someone fighting their dog for an item it shouldn't be eating.

"Are you going to stop?” You ask. “Or are you going back for more the second I let you go?"

Weakly he nods.

The moment you let go of his wrists he’s lunging past you, reaching for it. In one swift motion you have him under you, pinning him to the floor.

The movie starts off with a creepy looking scientist, and two women stranded in a forest. You admit defeat, and collapse on top of him.

"Man I got hit so many times over this one," he offhandedly mentions.

"What?"

His response is a grunt.

If he says something out of pocket, it's best not to acknowledge it. He could write an entire novel about his life and barely scratch the surface. It’s almost impressive at this point.

It intrigued you, though. There were about a million questions you had for him. Asking one only brought up a hundred more.

The first thing you learned about Itadori Yuji was how he was Sukuna’s vessel. The second thing you learned was that he was going to die.

You were told not to get attached. Against almost everyone's advice, you did. So did many others. Yuji was truly strange. He didn't have the look of a man given a death sentence.

You often wonder how you'd react in his situation. Maybe you'd go to your death with a lot less grace. But there's no way of knowing until it happens. You like to think you'll go out in a blaze of glory.

Your interactions with Sukuna had been few, and only in passing. Aside from stories, you don't have much to say about him. Generally you aren't around when they switch. The one time you were, they didn't stay switched for very long. It still made you wonder. Since they shared domes, could Sukuna see everything that went on in Yuji's daily life? How much control did they really have over each other?

Sukuna would often switch out with Yuji while he slept. You expected that. He was unpredictable, and a bit of a prick. He's the king of curses after all. What more would you expect from a demon? Strangely enough, he never did anything. It wasn’t a proper switch, more like a particular hand or leg was taken over. Sometimes he'd knock things over, or hide Yuji's things, but he was never much more than an inconvenience. The guy could be a menace, sure, but he wasn't nearly what you expected.

He lays his head in your lap. Instinctively your hand finds his head, gently carding through his hair. It's strangely soft. It feels nice between your fingers. Sometimes you wonder if he dyes his hair, or if it's naturally like that. Come to think of it, you've never seen a baby picture- or even a childhood photo.

It's almost horrifying how quickly Yuji began to doze off. You sat there the entire time in wide-eyed horror. Maybe a bit of disbelief. If he feels the way your legs tense underneath him, he says nothing about it. He's snoring in no time. He can't help it, your hands feel so nice in his hair.

Unfortunately, you had caught Sukuna's attention too.

Nothing went on in Yuji's life without Sukuna listening in. Every little detail about his day to day life was known by Sukuna. Most days he didn't care to listen in. Unless there was a fight, or something to piss off, he wasn't interested. He was the first to realize how fond his host was of you. Immediately he started plotting all the ways he could hurt Yuji with you.

That plan was cut short.

He's not sure when it happened. Slowly you became worth something to him. Your strength was promising. If you continued on your path you could prove to be a truly frightening sorcerer. He found your will to fight impressive, albeit naive. At first it was a reluctant respect. You had promise. He could use that. Either against your or against other sorcerers, it didn't matter to him. You'd work in his favor eventually.

There was one moment that stuck out. One where his feelings went from a general distaste to fondness. You were fighting a curse, of all things. Although it didn't hit hard, it could shrug off a lot of damage. It wasn't particularly strong, but it was tough, and smart, proving to be a pain in the ass to everyone involved. With a snap of his fingers he could have exorcised it. But he didn't. Watching you two fight it was much more entertaining. If his host was killed, he'd simply bring him back.

Something went wrong. He's not quite sure what. The moments went by like shots out of a badly filmed movie. One scene. Then cut. Then the next scene. Then cut.

You're clinging onto his arm, asking if he's—Yuji—is okay. You weren't even hurt, but you were soaked in blood.

His feelings for you weren't disgust, or hatred, or even pity. It was something much worse. If he was capable of liking someone, it would be you. Sukuna could never imagine himself feeling this way for a human.

He hates that.

The affection he feels isn't love in a proper sense, but that's the only word for it. A creature like him isn't capable of love. He's the king of curses, he'll never lower himself to the level of humans. He'll never view you as more than a pet, but he cares for you in some sort of way.

Sukuna's affection comes out as bullying. Well, as much as a lone mouth can bully someone. You've learned to tune him out or brush him off. He's harmless around you. Yuji seems to keep him on a short leash. His bark is far worse than his bite. At least to you. You really can't say that for any unfortunate bastard that decides to piss him off.

Jokingly, you began referring to Sukuna when talking to Yuji. It was only to make him roll his eyes. Everyone hated when you did that, because usually Sukuna would respond. You tried to see how long you could get him to talk before he realized you we're screwing with him. It usually took a while.

Yuji's snores have gotten awfully quiet. The movie is less terrifying than you expected, but it makes your stomach churn. His eyes are open when you look down. They aren't Yuji's; they have a different look in them. Sukuna’s eyes have no humanity in them at all.

Both sets of Sukuna's eyes are focused on the TV. You're not quite sure when they switched. He made no show of it. One second he was Yuji, the next he wasn't. His hand rests on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing across your skin. He feels a bit colder than Yuji. You can’t help but wonder if it’s a curse thing or just a coincidence.

You try not to stare for too long.

"This is boring." He says. "You find this scary? Let alone entertaining?"

He doesn't like seeing you distressed, even if it's directed at something that isn't real.

"Yes, thank you," you say.

Maybe if you keep scratching his head he'll stop talking.

"Why do you like these? Clearly you don't like being scared." He says.

"Keep talking and I'll stop playing with your hair."

His sharp nails dig into your skin. "No."

"Then I suggest you stop talking,"

He sulks. It’s almost impressive how quickly you get him to back down.

He's a bit like a cat; the second your arms are tired and you need to rest, his fingers are digging into your skin. He doesn't want you to stop. The moments where he wants affection are ones where you can't—or don't want—to give it to him.

It's almost a competition between him and Yuji. His host is always so open with how he cares for you. You’re very affectionate towards each other. You’re affectionate towards all your friends. He finds it sickening. He wants your attention to be on him and only him. Yuji is only competition. Unfortunately for him—and you too, let's face it—they're a package deal. Sharing isn’t exactly a skill he has.

He shifts so he's sitting up, his head resting against your chest. Your heartbeat drops off for a second, before picking up in pace. You rest your chin on top of his head. Your hands find his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

It's not long after his breathing evens out.

His head nods, eyes half shut, gaze still on the tv. You're so warm, he notes. He doesn't remember human contact feeling this nice. However hard he tries to fight sleep, it's no use, he can't stay awake for much longer.

For now, he would settle on sharing you if it meant he could have moments like this.

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

I can’t get enough of your writing!!! I had a thought pop into my head that I think you would do wonders with.

Avengers playing strip poker. Maybe resulting in readerxBucky?

Love you!

Sneak Peek

A/N: So, funny story... I've never actually played poker before lol. I had to look up the rules of the game, so I hope this fic makes sense! But, thank you so much for the request! I loved writing it. Also, love you too! :) I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: just some fluff, cursing, slight mention of alcohol

“Alright everyone, let’s gather round!” Tony yells, walking into the living room.

“I am so ready to kick all of your asses,” Natasha says.

“Oh, honey,” Tony responds. “We are playing a different type of poker tonight.”

Carrying two bowls of popcorn, you set them down on the coffee table. “What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well ladies and gentlemen,” Tony says, smirking, “we are going to play… drumroll please... strip poker!”

“Oh my god,” Natasha says. “Seriously?”

Sam walks over to the coffee table, rubbing his hands together. “Oh, now this is going to be fun.”

After finding a spot on the couch to sit down, Bucky walks in, sitting down directly across the table from you. “Of course you’d think so, birdbrain.”

Sam points his finger at Bucky. “Hey now, watch it, tin man.”

Steve comes over, slowly sitting down. “Uh, what is strip poker?”

“Exactly what it’s called, Stevey,” you joke. “Poker where you… wait for it… strip!”

“Someone sounds excited,” Thor says, joining in on the fun.

“Oh, I am. I’m ready to see Sam’s bare ass,” you joke.

“Oh, you wish, baby!” Sam replies.

Across the table from you, Bucky looks down at the floor. “It’s not even that nice,” he mutters.

“What was that, Barnes?” Natasha asks.

“Nothing,” he replies. “I’m just ready to play.”

Tony slams the cards down on the table. “Then let’s get to it!”

---

In the living room, there are seven of you: Tony, Bucky, Natasha, Steve, Thor, Sam, and you.

Looking around the room at everyone, Tony starts to discuss how to play. “Okay, we are playing basic stud poker, but instead of chips, we are using our clothes. Any questions?”

You raise your hand.

“This isn’t grade school, Y/N!” Sam yells at you, a grin on his face. “Just ask your question!”

Glaring at him, you flip him off. “Funny you know that, Sammie. I didn’t think you ever went to school,” you joke.

“Oh, they got you,” Bucky says, chuckling to himself.

Sam looks over at Bucky. “Yeah, you just keep laughing, Buck. I’ll remember that the next time your ass needs saving on a mission.”

Bucky sits up straighter. “My ass never needs saving…”

“Enough! Now, let’s play!” Tony interrupts. “...wait, Y/N, you never got to ask your question.”

“Oh, right.” you say, completely forgetting you even wanted to ask something in the first place. “Uh… how will we know who takes off their clothes?”

“Good question,” Tony responds. “Whoever bids the most “chips” and wins will pick a loser and that person will have to remove an article of clothing. If someone matches the bet, then whoever loses in that bet will have to remove an article of clothing. Everyone got that?”

Everyone nods and Tony starts to deal out the cards. “Alright, now let’s actually play,” he says.

---

In the first round, Steve and Thor face off, with Thor winning.

“Oh, good friend. I know it’s a shame that my clothing will not be removed, but I’m sure you will suffice,” Thor says, laughing at Steve.

“Of course I have to be the first one,” Steve says, face turning red. He removes his shirt.

Sam whistles. “Looking good, Cap!”

“Let’s just keep playing,” Steve responds, refusing to look at anyone.

During the second round, Natasha wins. “Let’s see,” she says, looking around the room. Her eyes stop on you and she smirks. “Y/N, remove your clothes.”

Sighing, you pull off your top and look over to see Bucky staring at you, expression unreadable. You notice his eyes are darker and a shiver runs down your body.

“Y/N!” Tony yells, trying to get your attention. “Are you with us?”

“Huh?” You whip your head to look at Tony. “Yeah… sorry.”

Across the table, Bucky grins at you.

---

An hour and a half later, on the 25th round, you were left in nothing but your undergarments. Thor was completely nude, while the rest of the team had at least one piece of clothing left on, including Bucky, who was currently sporting nothing but tight, black boxers.

Thor’s voice pulls you away from your sinister thoughts about Bucky.

“I’ll stay nude all the time, if you all wouldn’t mind,” Thor says.

“We mind,” Natasha says.

“Y/N, you look a little nauseous over there,” Sam says, throwing popcorn your way.

“Not nauseous,” you correct. “Just wondering how the hell I’m supposed to take any of you seriously after this.”

Steve reaches over and places his hand on your shoulder. “I can put my clothes back on, Y/N.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Tony says. “Those clothes are staying off until we finish the game.”

You sneak a glance at Bucky and he softly smiles at you. You smile back, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Okay, we will make this the last round,” Tony says. “Mrs. Potts is waiting for me.”

Thor raises his beer in the air. “We can’t keep the beautiful lady waiting.”

“Thor gets it. Thanks, buddy. Alright, last round!” Tony responds.

The beginning of the last round starts with Natasha. “Raise,” she says.

“Shit,” Steve says, studying his cards intently.

“Language!” Sam yells. “Also, shit is right. Your cards are trash!”

“Hey, no cheating!” Steve yells, catching Sam staring directly at his cards.

“So, we will take that as a fold?” Tony asks Steve.

“Yeah… fold,” Steve mutters.

Thor pats Steve on the back. “It’s okay, my good friend. You’ll get there.”

Some time later, it’s down to you and Bucky.

“Get ready to lose, doll,” Bucky says, rolling his shoulders.

“No, you get ready to lose,” you say as you flip your cards over.

Looking at Bucky’s cards, you see that he has three of a kind. Immediately, you jump up and cheer.

“Yes, I won!” you exclaim. “Royal flush, baby! Now, take off your boxers!”

“Whoa there, Y/N,” Sam says. “A little too eager for Bucky to be naked, are we?”

Embarrassed, you stare down at the floor.

“It’s okay, doll,” Bucky says as he pulls down his boxers. “Rules are rules.”

You stare at him shamelessly, eyes trailing over his body. Bucky blushes.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Tony says, gesturing for everyone to move out of the room. “Okay, everyone out! Let’s leave the two lovebirds alone!”

As soon as everyone is gone, Bucky bends down and pulls his boxers back up. “I, uh, I guess you’ve seen all of me now,” he says.

“What?” you ask, confused.

“Well, you’re the only one, besides Steve, who really knows me. And, you just saw me fully naked so… you’ve seen everything now. Inside and out.”

“I guess so,” you say, slightly chuckling. “I like everything I’ve seen, inside and… out.”

“Is that so?” Bucky asks, stepping closer towards you.

“It is,” you respond, also moving closer.

When Bucky is directly in front of you, he reaches out and grabs your hand. “What do you say I take you out? On a date?”

Smiling, you interlock your fingers and give his hand a squeeze. “I’d love that.”

“It’s a date then. Is brunch okay?”

You nod. “Brunch is perfect.”

Bucky leans in and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning, doll.”

He gives you one last smile as he walks backwards out of the room.

“See you then, Buck,” you respond, waving at him.

Walking back to your room, you sigh. You were not going to get any sleep tonight.

[ducky-died-inside]

Camilo x reader , carlos x reader , antonio x reader , dolores x reader Can i requst pepas side pulling an allnighter and they let antonio stay knowing that theyll fall asleep like watching movies , eating popcorn , drinking hot coco , pop , dance party . Have a good day / night

Game Night: Camilo x Fem reader (platonic), Carlos x Fem reader (platonic), Antonio x Fem reader (platonic) Dolores x Fem reader (platonic)

Summary: You and your siblings decide to pull an all nighter.....

Genre: Fluff

Notes: @kailoveswom3n , I know I have said this so many times, but you give such good requests!

Warnings: None, just fluff

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You crept across your room, Camilo and Carlos behind you. You looked out to see if there was anyone around. You didn't see anything, so you put a finger to your lips, telling your brothers to be quiet. As you ventured out into the hall to Dolores' room, what you didn't notice was a toucan perched on the roof.

You knocked on the door once, then paused. You knocked twice, then paused. You knocked three times and the door opened. Dolores looked around and pulled you three inside.

You looked inside to see Dolores' room filled with games and snacks.

"Dios mio, Dolores. Where did you get all of this?"

She smiled at you.

"I have my ways."

You laughed and then paused when you heard something at the door. One knock and a pause. Two knocks and a pause. Three knocks and a pause.

"Is Mira coming tonight?"

You looked to your siblings, confused.

"Not that I know of. I didn't tell her that we were doing this."

"Then, who is at the door?"

"Maybe Mirabel heard us?"

"No. I can hear her snoring."

Camilo went to the door and cautiously opened it to reveal Antonio. You all looked at him, surprised it was him and not someone else. He saw your faces and gestured to the bird on his shoulder.

"The birds told me everything."

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He walked in while you were all still in a bit of shock. You thought that it might have been Pepa, or Mirabel and Dolores was just wrong about her snoring, but you never expected Antonio.

Dolores was the first one to speak once Camilo closed the door.

"Tonito, aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

"Yeah, and I was, but the birds woke me up because those three were sneaking around." He stuck his thumb behind him to show it was you, Camilo and Carlos that he saw.

"Y/N, you said everything was clear!"

You raised your hands in defense.

"So I didn't see the frigging toucan. It's pitch black out there. How did you want me to see the toucan? Its feathers are mostly black!"

Dolores justed sighed and looked at Antonio.

"Antonio, you can stay on one condition. You don't tell Mami and Papi. This is a secret party."

He nodded his head and sat down on Dolores' bed

"What are we doing first?"

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"Ugh. Why did we let him stay?!" You hand Antonio a few of the last gummy bears on your plate. "He's bleeding us dry and he doesn't even know what we're playing!"

"Go fish?"

Antonio helpfully holds up his Uno cards.

"See?!"

Antonio smiled innocently at you and handed you a handful of gummy bears. You felt all of your frustration disapate and you took the bears.

"Here, Y/N. I can still share with mi hermana favorito."

The other three gasped in fake surprise at Antonio.

"Your favorite? I am deeply hurt by this statement." Camilo, being the drama kid he is, pretended to wipe a tear off his face.

"I'll still share with you, just more with Y/N."

You smirked at your other siblings as Antonio handed them various snack items.

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You didn't go to bed until late that night, but Camilo didn't wait. He went to bed after a few rounds of losing every game. You, being a reasonable sibling, did what anyone would do if their sibling fell asleep and they were still awake. You opened up a sharpie, and flashed a wicked smile to your awake siblings.

"Ready to see a masterpiece unfold?"

Dolores sighed and shook her head in mock disappointment. She then grabbed three other sharpies and passed them around.

"Let's do it."

You looked to her in surprise.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just didn't think you would join in."

"Why not? Let's leave it on until breakfast and see what Mami says."

You shrugged and joined your brothers in drawing on Camilo's face.

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You woke up to the sound of Camilo yelling in surprise. You jolted up and saw Camilo by the mirror, examining his face and arms. Last night, you may have gone a little overboard and drawn on his arms because they were exposed while he slept.

"What did you guys do while I was asleep?!"

"We drew on you. I don't know what else you expected from us. It was just a perfect opportunity."

Everyone else woke up while you and Camilo were talking. Carlos walked up and put his arm around Camilo's shoulder.

"In our defense, it was Y/N's idea."

"Traitor"

Camilo just turned back to the mirror and sighed.

"Welp, I'm gonna go downstairs and wash this off. When Mami asks, it's your fault."

Camilo walked out of the room and almost immediately Pepa called out to him in surprise.

"Camilito, what happened to your face?!"

He jerked his thumb back at Dolores' door.

"Ask them."

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I'm done! I'm sorry if this one took a bit longer, I just had some work stuff I needed to do!

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