𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: your friend group has a certain game they like to play at your co-ed sleepovers–one that was exhilarating and full of tension. naturally, what's a girl to do but use her wits and charm to win over the heart of the boy she's playing with? and what if he's the one pulling the strings all along?
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: teens being teens, fluff and flirtyness, kissing and cooties! it's implied that they're dating the reader or at least have mutual crushes
𝐂𝐖: use of fake knives and nerf guns lol
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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.
"hey blaze, wanna go see something cool?" you ask suddenly, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes up at the tall werewolf.
he purses his lips, black ears twitching against his dark red curls. a suspicious hum leaves his lips for a moment as the rest of the group warily watches on.
"okay!" he goofily smiles, shrugging and following after you towards the house's basement door.
"blaze... don't fall for it."
"but she's such a trustworthy person!" he protests against the group's warnings, beginning to follow you down the dim staircase.
you hold back a snort at his enthusiastic voice, wondering if he was playing up on his usual airheaded tendencies or if he really thought you weren't going to kill him off from the game down here.
"the basement, definitely super romantic and cool and not suspicious at all!"
he definitely knew. you giggle as you make it to the end of the staircase, standing at the bottom as you awkwardly try to think of what you want to "show him" besides the plastic knife in your pocket.
"your laugh is usually cute, but when it's so mischievous and in a dark basement it's kind of creepy," he shivers, backing up towards the stairs again. "actually... i just remembered i need to do something!"
"wait! you said i'm cute, right?" you snatch onto his flannel, dragging him back towards you—or rather dragging yourself towards his much heavier and unmoving body.
"yeah..."
"um... wanna... make out?"
"yeah!" he switches back to his himbo cheerfulness, very eagerly leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.
you indulge him for a moment, before your puckered lips spread into an evil smile and you're pressing the plastic knife into his abs. a disappointed sigh leaves his lips as he dramatically sinks down to the floor to play dead.
"not cool, you're gonna leave me in the spooky basement?" he pouts, his fluffy tail laying flat on the ground.
"you'll be fine," you giggle, pressing one last kiss to his forehead and happily skipping up the stairs to finish the round. "see you later!"
