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heeliopheelia · 8 months

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𝔸 𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝕄𝔸𝕋𝕀ℂ - chapter twenty-five

word count: 0.8k warnings: swearing, suggestive at the very end, making out

For the first time in his life, Heeseung feels absolutely nothing but anxiety as he dreadfully counts the meters that part him from reaching his destination – your apartment. The silence of the 3 am street only adds up to his nerves, causing him to wipe his sweaty hands on his pants.

He almost turned on his heel and ran back home when he finally stood before the door of your block but after repeating Jay's pep talk like a mantra in his head, he pulls out the key that you gave him a year ago and opens the front gate to – soon to be told – hell or heaven.

He jogs up the ridiculously long staircase, so when he finally makes it onto your floor, he has to bend down and lean on his knees to try and catch his breath. And then he looks at your door. Raising his hand up to knock on the wooden surface, he freezes halfway as he hesitates.

"Am I really doing this?" He asks himself in a hushed mutter, gaze switching from his outstretched hand to your apartment for a solid minute. "I'm really doing this," he starts panicking. "Oh my god, I'm really doing this! Jesus Christ! But what if she... What if I- Jay, I'll fucking kill you if she-"

His entire body freezes as a shrill squeak rips from his throat when the door of your apartment opens up rapidly and bangs against the wall, only missing his head by an inch. He hasn't realized that his nearly whisper has actually turned into a full on chatter. Your annoyed and as beautiful as ever face shows up in your lit hallway, frowning up at him with a scowl.

"What the fuck are you doing, idiot?"

And that was all he needed to make his decision.

Surging forward, Heeseung grabs your face in between his warm hands and pulls you up only to smash his lips on to yours the next second. And they're just as soft as he remembered, just as delicate as before, although slightly stiff from the shock now. But he's absolutely convinced that they were molded to fit perfectly against his.

When the momentary stun finally shakes off of your system, you lean into him immediately, arms reaching around his neck and pulling him even closer. Your hearts thump in your chests quickly, synchronizing with your body pressed flush to his. His lips start to burn from the way you nip and suck at them and he feels this giddy pride at the thought that he's the one who taught you all this.

"If it's still unclear, I love you too," he mumbles into your mouth before tilting his head to the side and kissing you even deeper. You're sighing quietly, the soft sound igniting every single nerve in his body. "So much it's driving me crazy."

"That's good," you whisper, eyes tilting open enough to take in his flushed face. Your hand comes up to stroke his cheek lovingly. "That's really good. Got me scared there for a second."

Your precious smile makes him feel weak in the knees, so following his instinct, he lets his heart spill out everything that he's held to himself for all this time.

"I have for a while, you know? You've been tormenting my mind ever since that project we did in middle school." Heeseung grins at the surprise painting in your eyes. "I was so obvious with this shit, I still don't know how you haven't caught up on it. Even all of those choir weirdos know."

You raise your eyebrow and look him dead in the eye. "Oh, I'm sorry but I didn't know that calling your crush a literal building is supposed to be obvious."

"And you asking me whether my ass jiggles or not was?"

Smacking his arm, you can't help but smile giddily. "Still better than yours."

"Let's call it an agree to a disagree. We were really meant to be, huh?" He hums, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. "And I'd really love if you were my girlfriend."

You pout your lips in a mock pondering. "I'm not sure you could afford me."

Heeseung snorts at that and flicks your nose gently. "I said girlfriend, not a sugar baby."

"Same thing, pumpkin," you muse as you jab your finger in his chest. "Or would you prefer baby girl? My sweet little sugar cube?"

Heeseung scrunches his nose and you can't help but laugh at his expression. "Neither, please."

With a stupid giggle, you raise to your toes and wrap your arms around his neck to press a small kiss to his jawline. Pulling away, you're met with Heeseung's eyes and the sheer adoration in them makes your confidence slightly crumble.

"Well, wanna come in?" You ask, suddenly so fucking adorably shy, Heeseung can nearly feel the heat radiating from your face.

But he can't find it in himself to tease you anymore, so with a crooked smile he lets out a quiet yeah before crashing your lips together in a kiss again, lips eagerly sucking on yours as he pushes on you with his body to walk you inside your apartment, then kicks the door close after you two.

And god damn Jay for not trying to make him confess sooner.

ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝟚𝟜 .___. ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝟚𝟞

𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋

a/n: cue to jay in the corner sharpening his knife

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downtownbunnybaby · 2 years

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CKY Halloween Special

CKY Crew x G!N Reader!

Description: Halloween Activities With the CKY Crew. Fluff. SWF. Minor swearing and drinking content warning.

A/N: Little Halloween special from yours truly. sorry, in advance for the romantic Dico subplot.

Halloween season was always a grand event for your rambunctious group. Raab and yourself were the ones that initiated the pumpkin carving tradition a few years prior. Both of you had mentioned wanting to revisit Autumn activities you loved as children. Pumpkin carving happened to be the activity you mutually adored. Of course, the rest of the group joined you and Raab on your journey to heal your inner child.

Once you all arrive at the pumpkin patch, the chaos quickly unfolds. Bam and Ryan sprint to the area with the tiny pumpkins and begin messing with them.

“Hey, Dunn? How many of these things do you think I can juggle?”

Soon Bam is juggling three tiny pumpkins and is asking Ryan to toss him another. Without hesitation, Ryan throws the pumpkin as hard as he can. Bam collapses on a hay bail, falling backward. Both boys kneel on top of each other, laughing at the reactions of the nearby couples and families.

As you and Raab move from the duo, you witness Dico “accidentally” dropping several pumpkins in front of families and then blaming the mess on Rake, who is quick to defend himself.

“Ma’am, I swear, It was not me. It was my friend over there.” The woman continues to scold him as Dico pokes his head from behind Rake's back, a sly smirk plastered on his face.

Naturally, you and Raab are too busy selecting the perfect pumpkin to be involved in the rest of the group's antics.

“How about this one?” you ask, holding a pumpkin up to Raab. He carefully analyzes the vegetable before responding.

“Good stature, nice color—” stifling his laughter, he continues. “And it’s rotting all over your hands.” You drop the squishy pumpkin with a yelp at the realization of holding a half-fuzz-covered, leaking juice pumpkin. Rubbing the mess on an unbeknownst Bam, you continue your search.

Once you all arrive at Bam’s, the real fun begins — well, for you and Raab. April had taken the liberty of setting her kitchen up with a tarp for the mess and several carving tools she had on hand since she was also a fan of pumpkin carving. The other boys were not exactly keen on sitting calmly and carving a vegetable. So instead, they played around with the pumpkin guts.

Ryan yelled as a handful of pumpkin guts hit his chest.

“Asswipe, this is my favorite shirt!” Another handful hits his chest. “Dico! What did I say?!” Bam laughs in response but is quickly shut up by Ryan throwing a rather large handful of guts to his face, initiating a gut-throwing fight. The match lasts for a while. That is until April walks in at the wrong time and gets hit with the guts.

“Ok, everyone outside right now. Except for Y/N and Raab.” She sends you two a soft smile before letting out an exasperating sigh, contemplating how to clean up the mess.

Once you two finish, you migrate outside to show the crew your creations. You and Raab had made wearable pumpkin heads. Bam and Dico are instantly impressed. They ask to borrow yours since they completely demolished the pumpkins they bought. Luckily, you knew this would happen. So you point to Bam’s driveway as Jess pulls in your car filled to the brim with pumpkins. The boys thank you before sprinting to the older Margera and yelling at him to unlock the doors. You all spend the rest of the day wearing pumpkin heads and filming several skits and stunts featuring them.

Your favorite skit filmed that day involved all of you wearing the heads and crashing into each other, seeing who could smash the other pumpkin first. Dico was the champion, with a total score of 2.

“Guys!” It was Dico. “I can’t take this off. Please help.” You almost felt bad for him. He looked like a cartoon character, running around, trying to get the pumpkin off his head. But then you remembered the hell he caused at the pumpkin patch and joined the other boys laughing.

“Dico, hold on, I got you.”

“Bam, no!” Dico yells, running away from a way too excited Bam holding a baseball bat.

“Come on, let me smash the pumpkin!”

The horror film marathon went the same every year, the boys would complain about staying in on a Friday night to watch “lame” movies, but then they would quickly change their mind once you showed them all the snacks and drinks lying on your dining room island. The first film played from your abundant collection of VHS tapes was I Know What You Did Last Summer. Rake spends the first half of the film pointing out the inaccuracies.

“Oh, come on! Why doesn't she run?! Any normal person would run away.” Groaning, Bam throws a handful of popcorn, signaling him to be quiet. Three films into the marathon, Bam, Dico, and Rake, were the only ones still present. Ryan had left the room midway through Halloween after a jumpscare caused him to spill his drink on his lap. Mumbling, he heads for your kitchen to clean up. “This was a stupid idea. Why do I always agree to do this shit.” As for Raab, he checked out hours ago, choosing to play with your cat in the corner. Bam and Dico were both tucked under each of your arms, shielding themselves from the screen.

“Dico, shut up. I’m not sca— Y/N! TURN IT OFF!” Both you and Dico laugh at Bam burrowing into your arm. Dico prepares to make an outlandish comment but is interrupted by Jason Vorhees popping on the screen. Unfortunately, this was becoming a little tame, even for you. Standing up from your spot, basically prying Bam and Dico from under your arms, you make your way to the kitchen.

“Getting bored? Ryan asks, grabbing two drinks from your fridge and handing you one.

“Yeah…watching them shake in fear is not as fun as I thought it would be.” You reply, taking a swing from the dark-stained bottle.

“Lucky for you,” he says, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, “I have an idea. Follow me.” Following him to your bedroom to grab some supplies and then to the basement, he explains his evil scheme. To cure your boredom, you were going to shut off the power in your house and fuck with the boys in the living room, currently glued to your TV as a highly cheesy horror flick played. Ryan worked on the power box, flashlight in hand, and night vision goggles in the other.

“Ready?” You nod, placing the goggles over your eyes. He mimics your movements turning the power off. A high-pitched scream is heard, followed by a loud thud, which you could only assume was from Bam or Rake. Luckily the basement stifled your booming laughs, or else your cover would have been blown. Once composed, you headed in search of your victims. As you grew closer, you could hear them trying to distinguish what was happening. Dico was attempting to ease the underlying fear of the group.

“Looks like Y/N forgot to pay their power bill again.” Only earning a meow from your cat, he backed down from the jokes. Bam was growing impatient with the darkness and you and Dunn's lack of presence.

“I swear if you’re fucking with us, I’m going to kill both of your faces, so hardcore.” You and Ryan let out a booming laugh, startling the crew and smacking Bam and Dico with pillows. Charging towards Raab and Rake, your loud footsteps frighten the two boys huddled, holding onto each other in the corner of the room.

“Raab, help! They’re coming.”

“Let go of me! I’m trying to protect Y/N’s cat,” Holding the tiny cat, he whispers lovingly, “It's okay, buddy. Raab’s got you.” It’s more of a way to calm himself down since your cat seems unfazed by the chaos unfolding.

Screams of terror and slight groans of pain are heard from every part of the room as they blindly bump into furniture, trying to escape your terrorization. Dico throws blind punches, which you easily dodge. As punishment for trying to fight you, you push him into Bam. Both let out a yelp at the collision.

“Bran, seriously, get off me.” You watch them wither on the floor. Smirking at Ryan, you smack both of their heads.

“Bam! Get your hands off me.”

Bam is quick to defend himself. “It wasn't me! It was Y/N. I can tell those grimy hands from anywhere.”

Even your poor cat is a victim of your terrorizing. Of course, you only pet them, but that’s enough for them to have the same reaction as Bam.

After what seems like hours, but in reality, it was only 5 minutes, you and Ryan stumble down the basement stairs, breathless and stomachs hurting from laughing. Sharing a high-five, he turns the power back on. Several sighs of relief follow and shout from each boy.

“You guys suck!”

“We’re so getting you back.”

“Where’s the cat?!”

“Dunn, Y/N, you better watch your backs.”

Nodding to Ryan, he turns the power back off. Another high-pitched scream follows. Hit with a wave of deja vu, you charge up the stairs shouting.

“Ready for round two?!”

This year, Bam had opted not to throw a rager. However, not by choice. After last year, April wanted no more parties. Your group endured several hours of lectures from her after she discovered someone had broken her favorite trinkets during Bam’s Halloween extravaganza. Since a party was out of the question, your small, obnoxious group drove around Westchester pulling pranks and causing utter chaos.

You intended to do a group costume but failed to agree. So you all wore individual costumes. Ryan wore a bear hat he had found in his basement and called it a day. Bam, of course, dressed as his boy crush, Ville Valo. Rake is a mad scientist, although you would argue that’s just his everyday persona. Raab was by far your favorite costume. He was a half-assed version of his cat Kee Kee, sporting cat ears and badly drawn whiskers. As for Dico, the two of you somehow managed to wear the same thing. You refused to tell anyone about your costume, and so did Dico, as you both wanted it to be a surprise.

Ryan pulled into your driveway, honking three times, letting you know he had arrived and you needed to speed it up. Locking the door of your home, you could hear the boys snickering. The buzz grew louder as you opened the car door and sat in the backseat. Making eye contact with Dico, you simultaneously let out a groan.

“Dico, seriously? I've been planning this for months.”

“Well, I’m not changing.” He says, earning a couple of giggles from Bam and Raab.

Ryan chimes into the conversation. “Don’t be so surprised. You two are the same person.” He was right. You and Dico were attached to the hip. Never leaving each other's side, you two did everything together. Rake described your dynamic as a single brain cell bouncing between you two. So it was no surprise you both decided to dress as American Psycho's very own Patrick Bateman. Soon you were gushing over each other's costumes, rubbing it in the other boy's faces. Naturally, Bam’s jealousy took over, feeling the need to be the center of attention again.

“Alright, asswipes, listen up. Here's the plan,” Turning to face the backseats from the front seat, slapping Rabb, gaining everyone's attention.

“I have a list of everyone that has wronged us this year,” Pulling several pages out of his coat pocket, he hands it to you. “Y/N, Dunn and I have decided to let you have the honor of choosing our first victim.” An evil grin appears as you dramatically point to the name at the bottom of the first page. Don Vito.

Don Vito hadn't explicitly wronged you, besides the time in July he called out you and Dico’s “suspicious” friendship. It was the Fourth of July during the Margeras annual barbecue. Maybe it was the summer air or the fact you had more drinks than you should have, but Dico looked exceptionally attractive that day. Suddenly aware of your subtle feelings for Dico, you stumbled inside, searching for some serenity. So you went to the one location you were positive was inhabited; Raab’s closet. Clumsily, you threw yourself into the closet and sat on the blanket-covered floor.

Dico had been watching you for a while, not in a weird way. He just wanted to make sure you were alright. Throughout the day, you had been oddly suspicious, avoiding him like the plague and refusing to speak to him for more than 5 minutes. The times he managed to corner you, you’d stutter like crazy and avoid eye contact. He had only seen you like this when Bam introduced the group to Ville Valo. Watching you run inside, he excused himself from his current conversation with Bam, following you inside. Seeing you dart for the guest room, he headed your way ignoring the greetings from several guests.

From within the closet, you hear a soft call of your name, followed by the closet door opening. Your eyes widen like a deer in headlights. Dico was the last person you wanted to see.

“Hey,” He says, taking a seat next to you. “Everything alright? You’ve been acting weird all day.” You curtly mumble a fine, once again avoiding all eye contact. He doesn’t say anything, only occasionally drumming on his knees, waiting for you to open up. You let out a breathy, nervous laugh, startling the boy next to you. Burring your face in your hands, you begin your confession.

“Brandon…” His ears perk up at the use of his first name. “I think I like you.” Now, it was his turn to laugh.

“What? You don’t mean that.” Sure, Dico found you attractive, and maybe the idea of dating you had crossed his mind more frequently. Of course, he blamed it on the summer heat.

“I don't— I mean, I do.” Groaning, you run your hands through your hair, silencing yourself. God, you were a stuttering mess, unable to think coherently. Dico was stunned, unaware of what to say. He should’ve said It’ll pass, or we can’t do this, but instead, he let his actions speak for himself. Dico carefully cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Suddenly, the closet door flings open, expecting one of your friends, you prepare yourself for laughter, but my god was this way worse.

“Yo! What are you two doing in the closet? Vito stares in shock at his nephew’s best friends sharing spit. Reluctantly, you push Dico away as he attempts to kiss you again. He was blissfully unaware of Don Vito’s presence until he followed where your wide eyes were.

Are you sick in the head?! Come on, what the hell is wrong with yous?” Mumbling incoherently, he begins to make his way out of the room. You and Dico bolt up. From what you could decipher, Vito had said he was telling Bam about what he saw.

Jumping in front of him, you block the exit. “Vito. Please, don’t tell Bam,” He yells, a mix of disjointed sentences and intelligible words. “Here, how about this?” Reaching for the back pocket of your shorts, you pull out a hundred-dollar bill. Handing it to the older man, you motion Dico to do the same. Now that Vito had returned to the backyard, you and Dico were left alone and more than five hundred dollars poorer. At that moment, you both agreed what happened between you two would never happen again.

Arriving at Don Vito’s home, you head to the trunk, inspecting the assortment of prank supplies. Whoopie cushions, eggs, silly string, and what seems to be a bag of feces adorn the tunk.

You gag, holding up the bag by your fingertips. “Raab, this better not be yours.” Bam smacks your hand, causing the doggy bag to fly out of your hand and hit Rake. You all jump around gagging, except for Raab, who looks quite content with the reactions his poop causes.

“Ew! That is way worse than mustard.”

“Why do we even have that?!” You try to ask without gagging. Raab responds, an unbelievably large grin on his face. “It’s a gift for that lady that threatened to call the cops after we hit her car with the football.”

Reaching for the eggs carefully tucked in the corner, you head for the front door. Ryan is quick to stop you.

“Woah there, someone excited?” Ryan takes the eggs from your grasp, flashing his signature smile. “Let’s come up with a plan first.” He teasingly ruffles your hair as Bam and Dico throw out ideas.

Growing impatient with their tedious plan, you subtly grab an egg and throw it at Vito’s front door.

“Shit Y/N,” Bam looks at you like you’re insane. “Could you not have waited?!” It was all or nothing now. Raab is the first to mimic your actions, followed by Ryan. Bam is only slightly annoyed at your lack of control. Regardless, he appreciates your desire to fuck with his uncle. Vitos booming voice grows louder as you all grow closer to the home, the egg-throwing growing increasingly more violent. (Especially from you. Losing hundreds of dollars in an attempt to bribe Bam’s uncle was not how you imagined spending the Fourth of July.) Luckily your raincoat protected you from any egg remnants.

“Yo!” Vito shouts from the first-floor window. He barely dodges the egg Dico throws at him, instead hitting something in the house. Vito reacts with a gurgled yelp.

“This is payback!’ Yells Bam, ambushing him with silly string through the window. “Y/N said you wronged them.” Giggling, he sprays his uncle, telling Rake and Raab to join.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Seeing you and Dico spread pumpkin guts around his front porch, he remembers that late summer afternoon.

Grabbing ahold of a maniacal Bam, he recalls the events. “Unbelievable, all of you are sick in the head. Especially that one,” Pointing at you, he continues to tell your group what happened. “Gave me five hundred dollars because I caught Dico with his tongue in their mouth.” Everyone stopped their movements at the bomb drop. Ryan and Bam’s necks nearly snapped as they turned to face you and Dico. Rake’s jaw went slack, and he held onto Raab, who looked like he might pass out.

Bam was the first to speak. “Y/N…Bran, please tell me he’s joking.” You sheepishly smile at him, embarrassed of the circumstance. Falling on Vito and grabbing his shirt, he yells. “Vito, I’m going to be sick. Get me a bucket.” He lets out a laugh at your confused face and Vito’s reaction.

“Bam, get off me. You’re crazy,” Mumbling, he goes back into the house, closing the window. “Bunch of lunatics.”

“So, does this mean we have to add Y/N and Dico to the list?” The group laughs at Raab, agreeing with his brilliant idea.

Rake shakes the can of silly string, strutting towards your direction. “Well, boys, we found our next victims.” Soon they’re all chasing you with the silly string. Shouting as the two of you run down the street, throwing your remaining buckets of pumpkin guts at random houses.

Happy Halloween from the CKY Crew.

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