#that little pout of his is my favorite thing I've ever drawn

[cheekinpermission]

Minor Ch. 6 Spoilers ahead!

Nothing about the main plot is revealed, but this is inspired by a comment from Riddle during the second part of the chapter. I tagged it just in case!

Based on the comment Riddle made about catching Grim scratching up the couches in Heartslabyul. It gave me this idea (and an excuse to draw the kitty meow meow.

[ghouljams]

*careening through the door* GHOST.

OBVIOUSLY, my favorite sub...

Riding him is such a dream, he's so sweet for you, absolutely pussy drunk as you lean over to kiss him. His arms wrapping around your shoulders to hold you close as you fuck yourself back onto his cock. Barely fucking, more grinding against him, keeping him inside with short fluid motions. He groans against your lips and you take the opportunity to slip to the side and whisper in his ear.

"Doing so well Simon, my pretty boy," you murmur, feeling him twitch inside you, "taking it so well, I know it's hard." He bucks up into you and you push your hips down, holding him against the bed. Simon shudders, arching up against you, not trying to break your hold but testing it. You drag your hands over his chest, soothing him back down.

"Please," He begs, his voice rough, strained with holding back orgasm. He sounds so good like this. You give a testing rock of your hips, trying to gauge how close he is and his fingers tighten against your back. Simon turns his head to kiss your cheek, trying to occupy his mouth with something other than the pleas that you know are desperate to pour from his lips.

"One more," You tell him, dragging your lips against the shell of his ear. He nods, taking a breath as you begin to move again. "Can you feel the way I'm dripping for you?" You ask him, soft sighs in his ear, "Open me up so well, best cock I've ever had, I fucking love it." He whines, it's just a hair above the hard breath he lets out, and exactly what you were hoping for. "There's nobody like you," You hum, "my perfect boy, perfect beautiful Simon, this is what you're good for isn't it?"

He nods, his hips following yours, thrusting up to meet the gentle roll of your hips, deepening the shallow movements you're putting him through. You pull back to watch him pout, the soft curve of his lips split by a silvery scar, his brows drawn together as he does his best to hold in the pain you know your words cause him. A good sort of pain, soft achy things that stick between his ribs and simmer in his blood. Eye contact is hard for him, so you're careful to hold his jaw, keep him in place as you level him with your stare. He blinks through the worst of it, finally opens his mouth to pant when he tips his head back. You let him go, bouncing a little harder on his cock, pushing up with your hands against his chest to fuck him in long strokes.

"Gonna come," He warns you, and you settle your weight in his lap. You grind your hips back and forth, let yourself enjoy the feeling of his fat cock hitting every sweet spot in you, squeezing him all the while. His eyes blink, stare unseeing at the headboard as you chase your own pleasure. You're being mean, and he's been so good letting you enjoy yourself.

"You know the magic word baby," You mumble, feel your breath hiccup on the back and forth, "lemme here them and you can fuck me until you come."

He growls, and you know you have him. Know it in the way he grabs the back of your neck and drags you back down tight against him. Know it in the way his other hand grips your ass as he plants his feet and fucks into you hard. Know it in the way he doesn't stop fucking you as he tells you, "Gonna pump you full Mama" right before he comes.

You shudder, more from the title than the rush of his seed flooding you. He's so good for you, fucking you through his orgasm until you're shaking and moaning against him, his panting, "thank you, thank you," echoing through the room as you come.

[ghosts-cyphera]

Drawing Trust

╰﹒to comfort a young girl who has just lost her entire family, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley borrows out the two things that bring him reassurance. his mask, and you.

warnings/content: themes of death/blood/violence, but overall just a fluffy little thing. gn!reader; simon taking off his mask for the first time in front of you; word count 2.3k

The maroon carpet was rough against the palms of your hands, as you sat cross-legged on the floor of the dimly-lit office. The night had fallen hours prior, and you stifled a yawn, as the quiet minutes stretched out: the only sound to be heard was the scribbling of the slightly dry ballpoint pens and the deep breathing of the concentrated child sitting beside you. 

With her tongue nipped between her teeth and her eyes slightly squinted, she drew on the finishing touches and turned to you.

"Done."

"Look at you go." You smiled, as you leaned over to take a look at the blue, black, and red lines. The blue lines formed a box to which four black sticks, each with four smaller sticks at their tips, were connected. Two small circles, which you assumed were eyes, and a red curve right underneath them formed a down-turned pout on the features of the box-bodied stick figure.

"Leila," you gasped, as you turned to the little girl. "I was about to claim this to be yet another masterpiece, but I've just now seen that the mouth—"

She leaned in to take a look.

"It's upside down." You furrowed your brows. "This can't be right, can it?"

The little girl grinned. "It's right because he's sad."

"Sad?" You raised a brow. "But how could anyone be sad when they have such a neat t-shirt on? The blue really highlights the color of his eyes, you know. An awesome choice on your end."

"I only had three colors."

"Still," you chuckled, as you pulled out another sheet of white printer paper and handed it to her. "Only a true artist knows where to use each color. What do you say we play 'draw-and-guess'?"

"He's sad because his family is dead."

Alright. No draw-and-guess.

Leila's fingers closed once more around the ballpoint pens to continue the drawing. Now, connected to the smaller sticks—the fingers of the box-bodied stick figure—something resembling a black banana was being drawn. 

Yet, you knew.

"He's sad because he killed his family." Her tiny little fingers wrapped around the red ballpoint pen, as she started to add splatters of blood, much in the shape of flowers, all around the paper. "They weren't really his family, not really. But they were as good as his real family, Mama said. He had been with them ever since he was a boy, but Mama said he became really bad and that's why he was with the cartel who wanted him dead, and his family dead. So then he killed them."

Indeed. It had not been a black banana that the target had been holding when your squad had found him a couple of hours prior with a self-inflicted bullet wound to the temple. The whole mission had been one big shitshow: suspects and leads turning up dead around one corner and another, until… 

Until.

"But he didn't kill me, which is nice because I like hanging out with you." Leila's voice was matter-of-factly as she flashed you a warm smile. So matter-of-factly, indeed, that if she had not just heard his entire foster family dying, you might have laughed at the cheery tone of her voice.

"Oh, yeah?" You managed, as you gently nudged her with your shoulder. "Well, that makes two of us then, doesn't it? I haven't had this much fun since I sneaked into the office of my boss to steal his stash of candy."

Her eyes suddenly beginning to twinkle, Leila raised her gaze to meet yours: her drawing now lying long forgotten on the carpeted floor. "Candy?"

This you did know how to handle.

"Mountains, and mountains, and damn mountains of it," you confirmed with a grin. "I'm afraid I took a little more than I should have, but I'm sure there's still some left. Wanna go sneak around and see if we can find some of your favorites?"

"Maybe they have Three Musketeers," she nodded her head, as she hopped up from the floor. "Or Reese's. When it was Halloween, I ate so many Reese's that my poo—" Her words suddenly died down on her lips, as she took a rushed step closer to you. 

You frowned. "Leila, are you—" 

And that's when you saw the movement at the door of the office. 

The figure standing by the door frame was so tall and wide that it blocked out most of the light streaming in from the hallway, and as it moved to take a step towards the two of you, Leila rushed to hide behind your back, small fingers closing around your arm. 

"Oh, sweetheart," you rushed to speak with a breathless chuckle, your brows furrowed. "It's alright, it's just my friend."

As if finally registering the sudden shift in the mood, Ghost's steps came to a halt, and his eyes darted to search yours.

"Ghost," you smiled, making sure that your voice remained warm and steady. "This is Leila. Leila, darling, this is my friend, Ghost."

Despite feeling the way that she shifted her weight from one foot to another, she did not answer, as she continued clinging to your arm.

"I know he's a little big and mangy—," Ghost raised his brow at you, and you bit down your laugh, "but he was there when I found you. He had my back when I carried you back to the cars so that we could both get out safely." Your voice was a warm hum. "Would it be alright if he came here to say hi to you?"

Quiet.

"If you don't want to talk, that's alright. How about you go and squeeze my arm if it's alright with you that he comes over?"

Five small fingers squeezed around your arm, and you nodded your head with a gentle smile. "Atta girl."

On Ghost's features, you could see his gentle hesitance, as his heavy feet led him to take a few careful steps towards the two of you. With you sitting on the ground, he looked even taller and broader than he usually did, and just as you were about to ask him to crouch on the floor with you, he took the hint.

With his padded knees touching the carpeted floor, he spoke with a warm voice despite its low rumble. "Hello, there. It's Leila, yeah? My name's Ghost. I'm—err—I'm a friend of Sarge here."

"The bestest friend," you hummed with a soft chuckle, and from your words, the corners of Ghost's eyes crinkled.

"The mask’s what’s scarin' you, yeah?" He gestured towards the piece fashioned after a skull, and you could feel Leila taking a step behind your back. To peek over your shoulder or to hide further away, you were not sure of.

"It's—err—it's something that—," Ghost attempted. "It's something that makes me feel safe. Less scared, yeah? It's like—when I've got it on, I'm in my own world, yeah? In my own bubble."

You smiled, as you turned your head ever so slightly towards Leila. "Have you got something like that, love? Something that makes you feel less scared?"

And just as you thought that she was not ready to speak yet, the hesitant voice replied back. "I have a turtle. Eugene."

Ghost's laugh was low—all while gentle and warm—as he nodded his head. "That's a bloody brilliant name for a turtle, that is. You've got Eugene with you?"

"No," the small voice called back.

Oh no.

The same realization that crashed upon you visibly dawned upon Ghost, too, for you could notice the way that he blinked his eyes shut for a split second in his regret.

"I forgot to take him with me." Leila's voice cracked, and with it, your heart clenched in your chest. "I miss him."

"What do you say I—," Ghost glanced at you, lowering his voice ever so slightly. "I can go back 'n get it for her, yeah?"

"They had to pull all the troops back," you shook your head. "Something about explosives in the basement. They're waiting for SWAT to arrive to clear the house."

Fuck, his eyes told you. 

I know, the raise of your brow answered, just as the quiet sniffle sounded from behind your back. What the fuck do we do now?

Ghost blinked his eyes shut for a moment, and then with a deep breath, he spoke. "Leila, love?" He sat down on the carpet, his fingers gently moving aside the drawings. "Remember what I told you about the mask, yeah? About how it keeps me safe and protects me?"

A quiet sniffle came from behind your shoulder, followed by a quiet "yeah."

"Well, having assessed the situation at hand, in my—err—professional opinion, it seems like it's you who's needing the mask right now more than I am, yeah?"

You blinked at his words, your lips parting ever so slightly as his gloved fingers moved to the hem of his mask. You could see the soft hesitation in his movements: the gentle shake of his hands, barely noticeable yet there if you knew to look for it.

And with a deep breath, he pulled it off.

Pausing for the briefest of moments, he looked at the mask in his fingers before raising his gaze. At first, it was headed slightly past you towards the girl behind your back, and then, it drifted to you.

He was your Ghost.

The corners of your lips tugged into a smile, and you swallowed as you nodded your head once and thrice. 

He was your Ghost, and he was beautiful.

Fucking hell.

From the sudden blurriness of your gaze, you glanced up in a desperate attempt to blink away your tears, only to give up with a soft chuckle as you felt two of them rolling down your cheeks, slow and gentle.

Happy: the same happiness reflecting back on the features of Ghost, as the tip of his boot brushed against yours. 

I'm here, his eyes told you. It's alright.

The sudden gentle movement behind your back drew you back into the moment, and just as you forced your lips to part, Ghost, instead, took the lead.

"Wanna come ‘n take a look at it?"

While her movements were still overshadowed by her hesitance, there was now a hint of curiosity too in the way that Leila slipped out from behind your back, and walked to Ghost.

Sitting cross-legged next to him, she carefully reached for the mask, her index finger running across the cheek of the skull.

"It's not soft like Eugene is," she hummed before her carefully twinkling eyes found those of Ghost.

"No," he laughed with a nod of his head. As he did, his nose scrunched up ever so slightly, and you bit your lip to hide your smile. "No, but what I like about it is… When you have it on, no one can see your face, right? It's—"

"Oh, it's like—," Leila smiled, as her fingers traced the edges of the skull. "It's like the shell of Eugene. When he's scared, or—or when he needs to be alone, he can go into his shell and feel safe because it's just him there."

"Yeah. Something like that, yeah," Ghost nodded with a smile. "Wanna—err—wanna try it on?"

Her eyes sparkling now, Leila nodded her head fast and hard enough to surely get the girl dizzy were she to keep it up. "Yes, please."

"C'mere then, yeah?" His fingers fumbled with the fabric, as he got it straightened out. "Look up." She did as she was told, and Ghost slid it over her head—only for the three of you to laugh, as it slipped over her eyes. "Hold up. There ya go, yeah? Can you see through the holes?"

"Yeah," Leila called out, her voice slightly muffled. Despite not being able to see her little features any longer—her button nose and freckled cheeks hidden by the mask far too big and wide for her delicate features—you could hear the burning excitement in her voice, as the mask shook with her nods. "This is awesome. Do I look scary now?"

"Fuckin' terrifying," Ghost grinned.

"How does it feel?" You hummed, leaning back. 

"Safe," Leila confirmed with a chuckle.

"Yeah? Like the shell of Eugene, eh?"

"Yeah, like I was hiding in a shell." She laughed. "A big shell. A stinky shell."

Ghost's eyes blinking shut, he nodded his head as a deeply amused laugh danced from your lips. 

"Yeah. Yeah," he grinned, the apples of his cheeks slightly flushed as his hand moved to rub his face with his laughter. "This turtle might've been a little lazy with his fuckin’ baths lately, eh? What do you say you give it back here before you embarrass me further in front of my best friend, yeah?"

Leila laughed as her little hands moved to slide the mask off her features, and she drew in an exaggerated breath. "Ah, lovely fresh air."

"Little shit," Ghost grinned, and you playfully kicked him with your boot. 

"Keep it up and we're not taking you with us on our candy heist, are we, Leila?" 

"Nah, he can come," Leila smiled, as she offered her hand to urge you up from the ground. "He's fun, even if he's stinking. Besides," she then chuckled as she pulled you up, before offering her hand for Ghost. “We need him to carry it all back. Because he's stronger than we are."

"Happy to be fuckin' useful," he chuckled.

"And if we get caught," you arched an amused brow at the girl, softly elbowing Ghost as you did, "we can blame it all on him."

"See, this is why I like you," Leila announced, as she started leading the way out of the office. Yet not before her voice, gently amused yet oh-so-knowing, had added: "And probably why Ghost's in love with you, too."

The corners of your lips tugged into a smirk, and you raised a brow at him. "That so, Lt.?"

"It was you who demoted me, darlin’," he chuckled under his breath, as his fingers brushed against yours, gentle and knowing. "Best friend, eh?”

Or maybe—just maybe—something just a little bit more than that.

a/n: if you liked this wee little thing, please do let me know via comments, tags, or asks—whatever works for you. reading your feedback means the absolute world to me. ♡

[justwonder113]

Showering Bang Chan with affection

Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

Warning: gender neutral reader, Kinda suggestive but nothing is implied. Reader is Whipped but no worries so is Channie.

A/N- this is the first ever fic I've ever written about Stray kids so I'm really excited. I really hope you'll like it. Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open if you're interested. Sorry if the grammar is bad English isn't my first language. Word count- 750

You two laid on the bed, with you carefully watching your boyfriend with literal heart eyes and him playing on his phone. You finally managed and convinced the Bang Christopher Chan to take a day off and just rest. And now he was all snuggled up in his favorite hoodie his curly hair cutely messed up, skin glowing all nicely from the skincare evening you held and now he was immersed in his game.

You two were set on just chilling and having a lazy day content in each other's presence. You were reading your book and were set on finishing it but you got distracted by your boyfriend's grumbling. He mumbled something about someone cheating his pouty lips cutely jutted out. This adorable sight was enough to distract you from your book. Admiring your boyfriend felt more interesting anyways.

You had no idea how much time has passed since but still it didn't feel enough , he was so immersed in his game he didn't even notice your eyes on him. You didn't want to seem like a creep but you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was literal perfection in your eyes, it felt like watching art piece at a museum. The way he had his eyebrows drawn in concentration, his happy giggles whenever something went his way or the way he pouted his pretty lips when it didn't, it had your heart jumping in your ribcage.

In fact he was pouting right bow and mumbling about something you didn't really catch on and also didn't really paid any mind to it. Now you had different goal you wanted to achieve. Your mind was occupied with only one thing, which was to kiss him senseless and that's what you were set on doing.

You set aside your book and slowly crawled to him, carefully getting in his lap to not disturb his game. His hands immediately wrapped around you and he quickly kissed your temple. It was cute how even when he was distracted he never failed to give you your much needed affection. It was little things like this that made you fall for him more and more every day, make you feel like a teenager experiencing love for the first time ever.

You felt kinda bad that you were distracting him but as soon as his warmth engulfed you, the second you felt his familiar comforting scent surround you you were a goner and all plans to stay put were gone.

At first you started leaving slow soft kisses on his neck, amused at the shivers that run down his whole body. You felt his grip on your waist tighten, he even muttered something you didn't quite catch on. The main thing was he was not opposed to your sudden affection so you gave yourself a green light. You kissed the spot on his neck that you knew was his weak spot and you couldn't help but smile when he giggled at the tickling feeling.

In a matter of seconds your self control was thrown out the window and you kept leaving kisses wherever you could reach, his neck, his jaw, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his squishy lips. You were so immersed you didn't even realize when he put his phone away, he put his arms around you, caging you against him now willing to let go even for a second. He watched you with eyes filled with so much love and passion, shining so brightly any star would be jealous, you were taken back for a second at the intensity of his gaze. God, you were so in love with this man. You sometimes even wondered if he could feel it. You were expressive with your feelings but you were not sure if you were fully expressing it, making him realize just how much he meant to you. Loving him was part of your being now, part of your existence. And you hated how there were not words that could be used to express your feelings.

Channie looked at you with knowing eyes, as always fully aware of what were you feeling and thinking. " I know love, I adore you more." He softly muttered against your cheek leaving a soft kiss there, sending shivers down your spine.

You huffed out a laugh while shaking your head, "Not possible love."

He playfully rolled his eyes, mischief glimmering on his beautiful face. "Let me prove it to you then" he whispered against your lips before sealing your them together.

[imhereforbrownies]

Congrats on 250!!! It's always so exciting to see growth 🤗

pronouns: she/her

personality: i am emotionally intelligent and easygoing. my friends describe me as someone who they can always count on to have fun with. i have adhd so i tend to be airheaded at times, and i like to make jokes despite my friends saying they're horrible. i am a bit clumsy as well so i make messes on accident all the time. I like to believe im the mom of the friend group even though my friends are more responsible than me. I've told i act like the wine aunt. I also really love crystals

Hobbies: Hiking, music, road trips, reading, crafts

Favorites: The Breakfast Club(Movie), Little Words By The Happy Fits/Thunderous By SKZ(Song), Pasta(Food), in a kayak on the river/Concerts (Place), Harry Potter (Books)

Pets: Im a cat and dog lover but i have such a speacial connection to dogs and i have a little dog named Rocko !!

Dreams: To be at peace with life and to do something that makes me happy

Zodiac: Virgo sun, Libra moon, Cancer rising, Leo venus

Aesthetic: Hippie/Acadamia

Group: SKZ BABY

Scenario: carnival date ive always wanted have one

Hello! Thank you so much for your support and for making a request! I appreciate it a lot 💗

Btw we have so much in common when it comes to our personalities omgggg! I too love Breakfast Club tbh so I'm really glad to share some interests with you as well :)

PS I'm really sorry this took me so long.

Now to your ship...

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I'm pretty sure about this one and I'd ship you with Chan.

My reasoning behind it:

- you're the mom of the group, he's the dad of the group - it just makes sense, ya know?

- I feel like the two of you would really click in when it comes to your personalities and could quickly bond through that :)

- I also feel like Chan would find your clumsiness very cute and would be very understanding toward your ADHD

 - road trips with Chan????? Yes, please!!!

- also I think he'd be so interested in your crystals and would definitely ask a million questions about each of them and let you explain all you know in detail while he watches you with heart eyes uwu

- he would also definitely adore your dog because we all know how much he misses Berry so I'm sure he'd be so glad to spend time with your little baby lol <3

- also you give me this kind of a sunshine vibe (??) and I feel like Chan would be so whipped for you lol I'm sorry

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"Over here!"

Chan can't help but grin once he spots you sitting on the bench, waiting for him patiently.

After all the attractions you two tried out tonight, you got quite thirsty and he offered to buy you some soda so he was forced to leave your side for a while and he's really glad to be back.

"Here you go," he smiles once he reaches you, handing you the cup and you take it, looking up at him with gratitude.

"Thank you so much, Channie," you murmur, the way you're gazing at him making his heart flutter.

"No problem, Y/N," he replies, scratching the back of his neck shyly before he sits down next to you.

You two have been friends for quite a while, ever since Jisung introduced the two of you to each other and Chan can swear he's been drawn to you from the moment he laid his eyes on you. However, it took him some time to actually ask you out and when he eventually did, it was mostly because of Jisung who wouldn't stop whining about how the whole thing is definitely mutual and Chan should just finally go for it and so he did. And looking at you now, sitting next to him and playing with the straw, the cute Hello Kitty headband he bought for you sitting on top of your head as you sway your feet rhythmically, he's so glad he did.

"Where are we going next?" You glance at him with a smile, taking him out of his thoughts and he chuckles.

"You still don't have enough?" He teases and you pout at him.

"Come on! There's so much we still didn't get to try out!" You state, making him smile.

"You're right," he murmurs, making you grin.

"I'm thinking about the shooting game," you say, taking a sip of your soda and he hums in agreement.

"Sure. That's a good idea," he nods and so you jump to your feet with a smile on your face.

"I'm about to kick your ass so bad," you say with a smirk, making Chan laugh.

"Oh, are you?" He teases, straightening up too.

"You can bet," you state and he chuckles.

"We will see about that," he leans a bit closer to you just to wink at you, making your heart do a little jump in your chest but you decide to ignore it, finishing your soda and throwing the cup in the nearby bin before you approach Chan again.

"Let's go then," you say excitedly and he smiles before slipping his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers, making your breath hitch in your throat as your eyes meet his.

"Right after you," he murmurs, his cheeks tinted pink, making you think about how cute he is.

"Sure," you reply, giving him a smile as you squeeze his hand a little tighter before leading him through the crowd, a silly grin on your face and your heart racing.

You've been waiting for this moment for so long and now that it's here you can't believe it's real. But feeling the warmth of his hand in yours, you know this is no dream. And you couldn't be happier.

[hufflesight]

Love You More - Jesperxfem!reader

Description: based on You'll Never Meet Anyone Like Me Again by Amy Shark -- basically just sweet fluff and then angst :)

(Okay I'm actually really proud of this. I've been in a writing slump for a bit but I wrote all of this in one day without a request or any type of time restraint. I hope you all like it too)

(I haven't finished Crooked Kingdom yet, so I don't really know what happens/happened to Jesper's old house, I tried to look it up on the wiki but didn't want to spoil anything, so I apologize for the likely inaccuracy)

(One finally thing: this is my first time writing in 2nd person, so I apologize for any mistakes there!)

Warnings: Blood, death

Words: 1,988

As always if you like my writing feel free to give me a request! My inbox is always open, I might just take a couple days to post it, depending on my schedule!

Running around with your big shot friends

Jesper stole a glance at his girlfriend, a smile creeping onto his face as he “raced” you. It wasn’t much of a race; if Inej moved carefully, cautious, then you moved rashly, but fast. No one could outpace you. But just because he was fighting a losing battle didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy watching you as he went down. And so, as he finally crossed the finish line (a quickly drawn line out of dirt you’d kicked onto the paved ground) he was smiling, barely jogging, having not even broken a sweat.

You crossed your arms, the fake pout he found so adorable on your face as you complained that “You didn’t even try.”

“Oh, honey,” He replied, walking over to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling your foreheads together, “No one could beat you, even if they did try.” He pulled you in for a quick kiss, before presenting you as if you’d won an award, holding your linked hands high in the air. “Y/n L/n, everybody!” He saw a blush start to spread across your cheeks as Nina, the only other person there, clapped, cheering.

“Love you,” You whispered to him, and his grin spread wider, if that was even possible. He wished he could spend everyday with you like this, pure joy, without an overshadowing danger or mission causing an atmosphere of worry taking away your beautiful smile.

But before he could embarrass you by describing every little thing he loved about you in excruciating detail, the door to the Slat was shoved open by Kaz’s cane from the inside.

“Everyone, get inside.” Kaz said simply, his voice carrying as though he had yelled.

Jesper rolled his eyes, pulling your arm as the two of you walked hand in hand into the Slat and then up to Kaz’s office.

A couple minutes later, when everyone else had entered the room too, Kaz began detailing out the plan. A heist. Jesper’s favorite. He looked over, trying to catch your eye. But when he saw your face, it was crestfallen. It took a second, but then Jesper remembered why.

Squeezing my hand 'cause you know what I'll do

If he says it about you again

Whenever Kaz gave jobs out, you managed to always get stuck with a backup. Backup fighting force, backup getaway plan, backup spy, backup anything. But when the time came, you never got any details. You just stood outside, as the others did everything necessary. It was pretty clear Kaz didn’t actually care for your talent set. And it pissed Jesper off. Anyone who knew you and was in their right mind would be able to see just how valuable you were to the Crows. You had saved all of them so many times, and yet Kaz never gave you any credit.

He felt a slight pressure on his hand. You were squeezing it. You’d probably figured out how badly he wanted to go up and literally shake some sense into Kaz.

But if you didn’t want him too, he wouldn’t. He knew Kaz terrified you, and he would never want to make you even more scared. So he did his best to calm down, barely focusing as Kaz went through the plan. Unsurprisingly, you were assigned “backup range range force”. Just as bullshit as every other job Kaz had ever given you.

You know what I'm like

I'm crazy for you

That night, as you rested peacefully beside him, Jesper tossed and turned, not able to fall asleep, even hearing the steady rhythm of your breaths. He loved you far too much to let you just sit quietly as Kaz acted like you didn’t exist. And he knew it hurt you. You would never let it show, but he’d heard you, locking yourself in bathrooms and closets as you cried. He always wanted to reach out, to hold you, to make you feel happy, but he didn’t want to seem like he was invading your space. So he would just stand there, frozen outside the door, before cracking as many jokes as possible, and doing impossible races against you just to show you just how perfectly amazing you were.

But both of you needed a break.

And it's all on tonight

And you know you'll never meet anyone like me again

Jesper carefully got out of the bed, leaning over to plant a small kiss on your cheek, before quietly moving across the room and getting out the door, barely making a sound. He didn’t want you to wake up and not know where he was.

He headed back up to where you two had stood a couple hours before, right outside of Kaz’s office. He didn’t knock. Kaz was definitely up, so he just slammed the door open, thankful it wasn’t locked.

“Kaz.” He said, trying to restrain himself from full out yelling at the man in front of him. “You don’t need either me or Y/n for this mission. To be fair, you never seem to need Y/n, but you giving me a ‘look out’ job makes it pretty clear we’re… not necessary. I mean, even I have to admit Jesper doesn’t make a very god lookout-”

“Where are you going with this, Jesper?” Kaz said, his voice unmistakably bored.

“I want to take Y/n to Novyi Zem. For a week or two. Because someone keeps telling her she's useless-”

“I didn’t say anything, Jesper,” Kaz said, a hint of frustration evident in his tone.

“Add yet, you did,” Jesper retorted, but he wasn’t going to be distracted from the reason he came here that easily. “Now, do you need Y/n and me or not?”

Kaz sighed. “Be back in two weeks. Two weeks, Jesper. Alright?”

Jesper smiled, twirling his gun (which he’d grabbed on his way out of his and Y/n's room for just this occasion) in a clear celebration.

Kaz made a low sound that definitely could have been a snort, before turning away from him in a clear dismissal.

Jesper swaggered out, the smile only larger on his face.

Taking you back to where I grew up

I want you to see what it's like

Jesper and Y/n stood on the starboard side of the ship, and the coastline of Novyi Zem was revealed. Even out on the sea, it was noticeably warmer than back in Ketterdam, and as the wind whipped your hair back, Jesper couldn’t wait to show you the farm he’d grown up on.

When they finally arrived at the house, nostalgia hit Jesper like a brick, and the only thing steadying him back in the present was your firm grip on his hand, your fingers lightly playing with his rings.

“You okay?” You asked him, your voice full of concern.

“Perfect, my lady,” He replied flirtingly, twisting your hand over your head, guiding you through a small spin. The long skirt you wore swirled around you, tickling his ankles, and he laughed.

“Race?” You asked, gesturing to the house and raising an eyebrow, “I’m in a skirt. If you ever have a chance, Jes, it’s now.”

“You look great, honey, but there is no possible way I’d beat you even if your feet were tied.”

“Please? There’s nowhere with this much field back in Ketterdam….”

“Alright, fine.”

And you were off, but Jesper had a plan. He knew this place like the back of his hand, even after so long away. You would try to go what appeared to be the most direct path; but that required slowing down to avoid the nettles that had begun growing along the path. And he knew how to avoid them.

Sure enough, he reached the door a whole 5 seconds before you, and he counted that a serious victory. When you saw him, your mouth fell open, but before you could ask anything, he rested his hands on your cheeks and brought your lips together.

I kiss 'round your neck

And your skin is so soft, I could kiss you to death

Jesper loved every part of kissing you; everything besides the need to breathe of course. But when the two of you finally broke apart for air, your face was so beautiful he couldn’t help but pull you into a deep hug.

And you know, you'll never meet anyone like me again

“I love you so much, Y/n.” He said, his voice more tender than you’d ever heard it before.

“I love you so much more.” You replied, tucking your head under his chin.

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And all the flowers we put outside

There'll be hard times and some might die

The memories of their visit to Novyi Zem was the only thing Jesper could think of as he bled out on the table. They said one saw their life flash before their eyes before they died; but for him, it was only your face. Which made sense, his scattered brain figured. He’d first really acknowledged his life after he’d meet you. You two were going to work on his gambling; going to get a house; have a kid; raise them to be just as sweet as you were. But none of that would happen now.

All of the tears take over both your eyes

When you were only trying to help

A sob filled this room he lay in. He didn't want to die in a random hotel room, because no matter how much Nina said she could heal him, he knew the pain was too great. Being shot in the gut was not a situation many survived; he knew because he’d been on the opposite side of the trigger too many times to count.

He almost regretted it as he heard steps in the entrance of the room, as his mind filled once again with your face. Did the people he shot also have people who they loved? Who loved them? He frowned, his mind not being able to focus on one thought. At least, not until he heard you sob, which ripped an awful silence through the room.

“Jes?” You cried, anguish rife in your voice.

“Y/n…” He replied, his own voice weak. “Honey…”

And I kind of like the way you burn right through

Anybody who gets in your way

Everyone was pushed to the side as you shoved your way to his side. Except for Nina, who you would’ve done anything for if it meant it improved the likelihood of Jesper living. You saw his torso, painted a dark crimson. You knew not even a well trained healer could truly fix the ripped flesh that sat in front of you.

“Jes… don’t- don’t go, please-” You said, voice cracking in nearly every syllable.

Please don't you forget

I was strong every day

And I'd like to stay

And I get so afraid

“Trust me, I don’t wan-wan’t to go either,” he tried to joke, but even then he could feel his brain trying to slip into an unconsciousness he’d never wake back up from.

“Y/n…” He said, his hand reaching up to brush your cheek, leaving a dark stain where his fingers touched your soft skin.

“I- I love you so, so much, Jesper just- just don’t leave me, don't go, I-I don’t know what I’d do without you-” Tears fell freely from your eyes, smudging the mark of blood he’d just left on your cheek.

And you know you'll never meet anyone like me again

He smiled as much as he could.

“Y/n, I love you more. I always will. Just don’t-” He took a deep breath as the pull of sleep became overwhelming. “Don’t forget me.” With that, he closed his eyes.

And you screamed. Your brain, mind, and emotions were in agony, even as Nina wrapped her arms around you, shaking at the side of the blood-stained table.

[yeoldontknow]

hi kat! i've been following you since 2018 and i can't remember if you've ever done a drabble game while i've been here. this is really exciting for me and the first time i'm requesting something from you! can i have hero ! chanyeol and blind date au? hero is my favorite story of yours. it's the first thing i've read!

eee hi anon! im so happy to hear you love hero! i love it so much too ;~~; and wow! 2018 is a long time! this makes me so happy! 

send me a chanyeol + a prompt!

Verse: Hero + Blind Date Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female (not hero tho T^T) Rating: R Warnings: sexual themes; dark themes; oral fixation; angst; chanyeol is way way way too hot for his own good why did i make someone so powerful Word count: 1.3K

Resting your chin upon your hand, you slump into your seat as you twirl the base of your wine glass against the smooth table. Everything about your posture is certainly unflattering, the fabric of your dress straining against the shape your spine has contorted into, but you don’t really have it in you to care. 

This wasn’t your idea, your inability to say no to your overly supportive friend on top of your aversion to men - all men - making for a deeply uncomfortable evening. Perhaps, you think, you would have moved past this odd sense of unease if he had been on time, but one look at your watch and you’re starting to think thirty minutes spent idly waiting is plenty enough. 

You at least had the decency to be on time.

For the third time this evening, the waitress comes to stand beside your table, casting you a solemn expression as she refills your water. Feeling this pathetic doesn’t really look good on you, but you gave up an evening of true crime documentaries, popcorn, and soft blankets for shoes that make your heels hurt and lipstick that leaves darkened marks on the rim of your glass. The red smears fade from crimson to dull burgundy the longer you wait, tracking the passage of time just in case you had forgotten to check your phone. 

Falling back against the chair with a frustrated sigh, you tap your phone to check the time once more. Two more minutes have lumbered by and you offer her a smile, hollow, empty, grim. She smiles back, sweet and soft and pretty, and you wonder if she’s ever been stood up. 

‘I’ll bring you some cake,’ she says quietly. ‘Dresses like this deserve to be indulged.’ 

With a wink, she turns away and moves towards the kitchen. Folding your hands in your lap, you smile, softened by her kindness and letting a flush of warmth settle in your cheeks. You’d intended to ask for the check, but the cake deserves a chance and, maybe, if you are very lucky, she might stay by your table a few minutes longer to listen to your dejected ranting. Women are always supportive like that, united without needing to know one another’s names. 

Abruptly a man settles into the seat across from you, sliding the chair forward silently before casting you a serious expression. Crossing one leg over the other, he reclines in his seat, all poise and power, the light from the ceiling putting fire in the red and orange strands of his hair, and you feel your stomach drop into your groin. 

The collar of his fitted shirt remains unbuttoned, leaving a tantalizing patch of skin from his neck down to his collar bones exposed. Even the navy blue suit coat does little to mask the strength that waits beneath his muscles. Full lips drawn into a pout, he knits his brow together and considers you with a darkness that makes your thighs clench. 

‘Hoseok?’ you ask quietly, the silence between you both heavy enough your skin begins to grow tight over your limbs.

The man simply cocks his head to the side, scrutinizing you seriously. Wringing your fingers together beneath the table, you find his expression is akin to a wildfire, gaze roaming over your features with a hunger that makes you want to wither. He roots himself inside your ribs as he looks and looks, taking what he can from your small expression of shock, and you look away, deciding instead to study the shape and curve of his ears. This man pulls things from you, takes things from you, awakens the ugly feelings that live within your belly as though they are pretty, beautiful, worthy.

Looking at him too long has you ready to embrace the intimacy that comes with being ruined, and you want to remember yourself enough to punish him. He was late, you remind yourself, and if he wants to turn you into something monstrous than he, too, shall not be free of your wrath.

At the sound of the name, he merely shakes his head, expression falling into a curt frown. 

‘Chanyeol,’ he says abruptly, and disappointment floods you.

This man is not yours.

Wondrous things are never yours.

The waitress returns once more holding a ceramic plate full of chocolate cake. Eyes widening, she takes in your sudden partner, looking to you with joy. 

‘I’ll bring another fork,’ she says, holding her try to her chest with glee as she looks between you and Chanyeol. ‘Enjoy.’

Chanyeol doesn’t take his eyes off you as he reaches for your fork and cuts through the moist dessert, gathering a large bite. He eats it with vigor, humming in pleasure as he slowly slides the fork from his lips. Cocking a brow, he swallows slowly, seductive, mesmerizing, licking his lips with a smile that says he has an appetite that has never once been sated. Placing the fork back on your napkin, he exhales through his nose and runs his tongue over his teeth, your heart thundering against your sternum. 

What would you give to be tasted like that? To be savored?

‘It’s sweet,’ he praises, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for you to eat. ‘I hope you like it rich.’

On instinct, your shoulders roll back, arching forward to present your breasts, your chest to him, hoping he will place his teeth, chocolate covered and sugar coated, right over where your heart beats. He’s all wrong - the wrong man, the wrong features, the wrong description. Hoseok is sunlight - that’s what your friend said. Hoseok is sunlight and bright smiles and high cheeks that catch the light. He cleans up well, carries strength in his hands, and grows dark only when it is a question of work, sex, and money. 

This man is made of moonlight, skin holding the sun that he has swallowed and carving shadows beneath the bones of his cheeks. His softness is an illusion, a mirage of kindness that once lived and wishes to live again, deceptive in its magnetism. Chanyeol eats the darkness, an inferno boiling in his blood, and you can smell him - the nothing that encompasses him and the musk that seeps from him, a contradiction, an impossible thing, here and gone the next.

If you look away, you fear you might forget him. And so you continue to look, mouth wet, core wet, all of you hoping to drip into his waiting belly. 

‘I’m sorry, who are you?’ You stumble over your words, childish and overcome.

But he does not seem to mind, simply shrugs his shoulders and keeps on watching you, waiting, seething. 

‘I seem to have the wrong table,’ he explains, ‘but you’re all laid out like a rich meal, some kind of magic. Why don’t you dine with me.’

It is not a question, but a statement. A command. Deep in the back of your mind, there is a whisper, a promise of endings becoming beginnings, and you lean into it, finding the fear that lives within your veins. He arouses all of it, the fear that so often gets masked as exhilaration, but he looks at you, sees you, unmakes you. 

You have an aversion to men, but you do not see him as one. Instead, you see him as a beast, a wild thing untamed, and the wild thing has chosen you.

The indecisiveness of your silence instigates his impatience. Uncrossing his legs, he leans against the table and casts you a look that speaks of gluttony.

‘I can smell your heart.’Thoughtlessly, your legs part beneath the table, and he takes in a long inhale, a knowing smile pulling at his lips. ‘It’s hungry just as I am. The way you’re looking at me is a sort of eating that feels limitless.’ 

Taking the fork once more, he drags it through the cake to gather a piece and holds it before the seam of your lips.

 ‘We eat the things we like, don’t we?’ he whispers, the deep rumble of his voice like thunder against your bones. ‘Dine with me.’

Opening your mouth, he slides the cake against your tongue and, at once, you agree.

Your heart is a hunger that turns the world into a spoon, and it has finally found its match. 

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word count: 2.3k

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it was late, about 10 pm, but you were in a relatively safe part of downtown so you felt safe walking alone, and your apartment wasn't too terribly far. shops were closing one by one, most of your light came from the amber glow of the street lamps with the occasional fluorescent hue from still open convenience stores and office buildings. you were stopped at a light and took time to admire what was around you. there was something so peaceful about the night, you almost got lost in it. up until there was a grip on your elbow, it was gentle but it was so sudden you almost let out a scream.

"babe, sorry!" you looked up a man with slightly longer brown locks. one, mind you, you did not recognize, "i had to close tonight and it took a little longer than usual, i should've texted you to wait inside."

does he have you mistaken for someone else? just as you are about to politely tell him you have no clue what he is on about, he leans down and whispers in your ear.

"if you slyly look over your right shoulder, you'll see a shady looking man. he's been following you for a few blocks now."

you look and, sure enough, you make eye contact with a guy wearing all black and he quickly averts his gaze to look away from you. either way, you had two choices: take the chance of the prince-like stranger being a complete lunatic or take the chance of the guy behind you blitz attacking you the moment he had the opportunity. you took your chances with your knight in shining armor or...nice suit rather.

"it's okay!" you reply cheerily, playing along with the ruse he started, "wanna grab something at the diner before we get home?"

"yeah, sounds great!"

with that, he grabs hold of your hand and the light gives you the go ahead to walk. the guy still follows you two, but now from across the street where he every so often sneaks a quick glance. luckily, he seems to continue walking once you step inside the diner.

"so," you start after the both of you order milkshakes and he gets a burger, "to whom is it i owe thanks for my rescue. and, just to let you know, i carry pepper spray and a pocket knife at all times. that is both a threat and me telling you i could have handled it."

he chuckles, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, "johnny seo."

your blood runs cold at that moment. johnny seo? infamous mafia member under Nterprises? maybe you should have taken your chances with the shady guy.

"don't look so afraid, darling," he says, leaning back against the booth seat. "could never harm a pretty face like yours."

he winks at you, sending a chill down your spine and warmth up to your cheeks.

"well...uh, thank you," you stammer quietly. "isn't it dangerous that i've...y'know...seen your face? for you, that is, because...y'know..."

"hmm, not unless you're confessing right now to having the intention of turning me in, but you seem smarter than that," he shrugs.

your waiter walks up, setting your orders and mumbling a "enjoy" before skittering off. johnny pays no attention to the odd behavior as he dips a fry into his milkshake and then proceeds to eat it, earning an odd look from you.

"what? have you never tried it?" he asks, genuinely shocked when you shake your head. "you have to! it's really good i promise!"

he slides over the fry basket and you mirror his prior action, eyes widening upon realizing he's totally right. he smiles, seemingly pleased with himself for introducing you to one of his favorite food combinations. the two of you finish what you have in silence before he walks you the rest of the way home.

"thank you, again," you say at the lobby entrance, "and for the milkshake, too, though i wish you let me pay."

"no, no, can't let you pay for the first date. however, if you want to buy us coffee sometime..." he trails off.

"date? are you— maybe i should've maced you," you scoff under your breath.

"hey!" he pouts, "that's not very nice."

for a moment, you had forgotten he was a member of one of the most powerful gangs in korea, but that moment was gone upon catching a glimpse of the handgun in his waistband.

"well, better get going!" you laughed nervously, trying to reach the safety of your apartment soon as possible. only, he catches your wrist just as you turn away, whispering lowly in a tone much darker than the one he spoke in all night.

"seriously, i advise you not to try anything, it wouldn't be pretty and i don't look forward to what would have to be done."

with that, he disappears into the shadows of the night, leaving you in the cold embrace of the wind and the moon as your witness. did this make you an accomplice to the mafia? maybe if you just never saw him again, you could pretend it all happened in the first place. head spinning, you finally stepped into your building and made your way up to your room, crashing as soon as your body hit the mattress.

and you didn't see him...for a couple of weeks. but one night, he showed up at your doorstep. how he got through lobby security? you haven't a clue, but he surely was insistent as he brushed passed you, into YOUR home.

"shit, well, come on in i guess," you mumble.

"the night we met," he ignores your remark, annoying you further, "did you notice anything strange?"

"afraid you're going to have to be more specific than that. what kind of strange? two men casually following me strange? handgun on one of said men strange?"

"can you be serious for two seconds?" he pleads, "did you see anyone else suspicious?"

you sigh, taking a moment to actually think, "um, the waiter acted a bit odd. scared, i guess?"

"what did he look like?" he asks firmly.

"jesus fuck i don't kn—"

"well, remember." his tone sounds bitter, harsh.

"woah, attitude much?"

"sorry, sorry," he takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. "i think someone saw us, me, that night."

"why do you think that?" now you're concerned.

he doesn't answer, just hands you an envelope. inside, there are photos of you two walking, sitting in the diner, outside your apartment complex. you can't quite grasp what this all means, but you don't like it one bit.

"i— johnny?" your voice wavers. "w-what does this... am i..."

he nods, "pack a bag, believe it or not you're safer with us for the time being, until we find out who did this."

"us?" you ask, rhetorically.

he nods again, waving you off to go pack as he sits on your couch, placing his head in his hands.

and that's how you wound up under the unexpected protection of Nterprises.

a few months passed, all leads leading to nothing but dead ends. you grew numb to it after awhile, but johnny was frustrated as when the hunt began. a bounty on his head? fine. a bounty on you? it tore him apart. there were times you found him silently weeping alone in the middle of the night when you'd gotten up for any reason, and every time, your heart ached. he blamed himself. sure, from some standpoint he could be held accountable, but this isn't what he wanted. it was just the wrong place at the wrong time.

you had learned more about the "business" whilst living under headquarter's roof, it was only natural. the first night you'd come in everyone was attentive and tried their best to...make you feel welcome. it was the least they could do, and there was no point in wasting time pretending you didn't exist. they knew you would be around for quite some time. Nterprises was built under the lee clan decades ago, and had held steady ever since. taeyong is head of the business, he's the one who really briefed you on everything. he made it very clear they didn't go around killing people as they so please, they hardly did any killing at all. to them, it was all about money, which did set your mind at ease a slight bit. he was surprisingly nurturing, not just to the other members but to you as well, much more so than you ever could have expected. he was one of the ones you saw more often, along with mark and haechan, and johnny of course. doyoung, taeyong's second in command, appeared as cold and indifferent to you, but taeyong assured you he would have your back if the time came. the others were always either busy behind closed doors or away on what mark simply put as "business trips", so you didn't have much interaction with them. you made the best of your time, there was no point to spend it wallowing.

you spent so much time with johnny, you two naturally became insanely close. in the rare times you could forget about the world around you, you would did anything normal friends would. cook and make a mess in the kitchen (much to taeyong's discontent), watch movies, act a damn fool, talk about anything and everything under the sun. he was incredibly goofy, having the boyish charm of a young child. however, he was also the most genuine and caring soul you'd ever met. he was deep thinking and seemed to always appreciate the finer things in life. there was a light in his eyes that never seemed to burn out.

one night, around 2 am, you are woken up by a clatter in the main room. you open your door, taeyong and yuta, one of the other members, run by you in a flash. you follow suit, gasping and tears welling up in your eyes at the sight in front of you. johnny is torn to shreds, scratches covering his face and a couple of deeper wounds on his biceps, probably a broken rib as you examine the way he clutches his side as he writhes on the floor in pain. you push passed the boys, kneeling down beside him.

"what happened? who did this? johnny, oh my god, we need to get you to a hos—"

"nakamoto," he says bitterly through gritted teeth, "your men wish you farewell, i sent them your regards."

you turn around, confused. taeyong has his gun drawn and pointed at yuta, who has a shit eating grin on his face.

"tsk, tsk," he mocks, "too clever for your own good. you really weren't supposed to make it back here tonight, what a shame."

"enough!" taeyong shouts, and it echoes throughout the room.

"yeah, yeah," yuta dismisses him as he puts his hands on his head, "do what you must, i took the risk. besides, i've transferred enough information, i'm really the least of your problems.

taeyong walks him deeper into the house, disappearing into its shadows. you turn back to johnny, tears in your eyes.

"c'mon, w-we have to get you to a hospital," you choke through tears. "doyoung! doyoung, g-get the car he's—"

"he's seen worse," mark says, barely audible above a whisper.

"the kid's right," doyoung sighs, "and we just can't risk that right now. let's get him upstairs and patch him up, we have enough in first aid, patch him up and he'll be okay. as long as he actually rests."

johnny? resting? you would have laughed if not for the circumstances. but you get him upstairs with the help of mark and doyoung, washing your hands and wiping your tears as he sits against the wall of the bathroom, and you begin treating his wounds the best you can. it's silent for awhile, but you finally manage to clear the lump in your throat so you can speak.

"sometimes," you start softly, "i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different."

"what do you mean?" he questions, wincing as you wrap the gashes on his arm.

"what if we met under different circumstances? what if we'd met like in one of those cheesy romance movies, and we'd fallen in love so seemingly oblivious to the cruelties of the world?" you laugh halfheartedly. "or, what if we never met at all? then, neither of us would be here in this moment right now. you wouldn't be hurt, i would just be in my apartment alone probably watching some stupid series on netflix to pass the time alone. and that's just it, i would rather have this than have nothing at all, than not having you. and maybe that's what being in love is, being willing to face anything so long as you have what is most important to you."

the room falls silent again, and you attentively continue to treat his wounds. you feel dumb, like you just made something really awkward out of the situation. you were so overwhelmed that it all just came out without even thinking of what he—

"marry me," he says tenderly, looking into your eyes.

"w-what?"

"i said," he carefully lifts up one of his hands to cup your cheek, "marry me. maybe not now, maybe not this year, but someday."

“someday," you smile, just before placing your lips gently on his.

"i told you!" you hear haechan snickering outside the door.

"children! go to bed!" johnny jokes sternly.

and you both giggle, still sitting there on the bathroom floor as you hear the sound of footsteps fleeing down the hall.

[snarkwrites]

FFT: I've Only Been Pretending

Okay, so.. Bare with me while I write about another one of my latest fixations. I know you probably don’t watch Riverdale, but recently, I’ve gotten into it.. Even wrote a lil oneshot [ selfish] that prompted me to think about how Alyssa and Sweet Pea met.

When you sent me this and I knew it was from Les Miserables ( i hope it was at least, either way, the song and lyric fit this so fucking perfect, god bless you for sending me this!) and heard the song again.. I knew I had the perfect way to give some required backstory on that oneshot linked above. SO THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY BLACK HEART AND I LOVE YOU.

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“Look who wandered over to the wrong side of town. Hey Red.. Does the carpet match the drapes?”

I sped up, trying to make my way past the Ghoulie that had spoken. When he reached out and grabbed my arms, I started to scream and immediately, I resorted to attempting to kick and punch as much as I could. He spun me around to face him and immediately stepped as close to me as he could get, glazed over eyes roaming over every inch of my body with a near predatory smirk.

I continued to shout and scream and kick up as much of a fuss as I could, but deep down, I felt the fear starting to take over. Desperation because absolutely no one knew where I was at and what I was up to at the moment.

My father and my brother probably both thought I was upstairs in bed. They don’t know I snuck out. They don’t know why I snuck out. I don’t even know why I did it if you want the honest to God’s truth…

Maybe it was everyone always assuming I’m this good and sweet and quiet person. Maybe I was bored. Maybe the threat of a serial killer lurking in the wings made me feel alive.

Either way, as I found myself trapped there by the Ghoulie, I was beginning to have one of those ‘today I fucked up’ moments. 

And then, out of nowhere, a pool stick connected with the back of the Ghoulie’s head. His grip on me loosened and he stumbled forward with my would be savior quickly stepping up, clocking him in the back of the head with his fist while shouting at me to run and don’t stop.

Being that I was afraid, fuck yes I ran. I ran until my lungs burned and I saw blue lights whizzing past heading in the direction I’d just come from. As I stood there, catching my breath, I heard someone behind me calling my name.

I almost bolted again. As he stepped into view, the streetlight overhead glinting off of the rings on his fingers, I swallowed hard and stepped back, wary. “S-sweet Pea?” I stammered, a brow raised. 

I’ll admit this… I’m both attracted to and terrified of the guy. Terrified because he’s a Serpent and I’ve heard enough from Jughead, a friend of mine and my brothers… They can be dangerous. Plus, he’s a literal fucking giant and intimidating as hell. And for someone like me, that’s not something I deal well with. So, I tend to keep a wide berth in the halls at school. Or around town, if he happens to be present.

The thing about this is I really have to try.. Make a concentrated effort. I literally have to force myself to pretend I don’t notice him and I’m not beyond painfully aware of him and drawn to him like a magnet.

So, being this close to him was throwing me into a turmoil. On the one hand, I wanted to run. I knew I should be running, most likely. I knew if my brother caught wind of him anywhere near me, then any peace the two sides of Riverdale High had been having lately would literally become dust in the wind because my brother just that hot headed and overprotective.

He always has been. 

I knew all this and yet, my feet were rooted to the concrete sidewalk and my eyes were glued to Sweet Pea as he stepped closer, a brow raised. The street lamp illuminated injuries he’d gotten. Fresh ones. Probably from fighting that Ghoulie, the thought came and the guilt settled over me as I tilted my head slightly to look up at him and tapped my foot against the sidewalk.

“What the fuck are you doing on the South Side?”

“I don’t know.” I muttered it quietly, I was beyond well aware how stupid the guy probably thinks I am now, i mean.. It’s a known fact. Unless you’re born here, you stay on your side of town. It’s dangerous, or so I’ve always heard… and even more so after dark.

“So what? You just strolled down here for shits and giggles?” he was gazing at me intently, I could feel his eyes burning holes through me. I didn’t dare look up and meet his gaze. Instead, I stared intently at my shoes and the concrete sidewalk beneath them. And the silent tension that’s always lingered between the two of us grew and intensified.

It was enough that I was shuffling one foot, fidgeting my fingertips in the ragged sleeve of my favorite shirt. 

Sweet Pea reached out, tilting my chin to make me look up at him and my thoughts just seemed to trail off. “Did you hear anything I just said, little Red?”

“No, I…” started but he grumbled something to himself and carefully, he gripped at my elbow.

“Hey, what the fucking hell, Sweet Pea?”

“I said I’m taking you home. If I don’t take you home and more shit like that happens… Look, I’m not fightin your brother again, it’s pointless.” Sweet Pea explained it as calmly as he could and I stood there, staring up at him, trying to formulate words, some kind of a clever quip in response but as usual, nothing came.

I nodded, taking a deep breath and he seemed to realize that I wasn’t going to take off or go do something crazy, so he lowered his grip on my elbow. Despite myself, I pouted just a little and when our eyes met, he bit his lip, staring down at me.

“Ya know… you gave that Ghoulie prick a bloody nose, right?”

“Duh, you know my brother. Did you really think he wouldn’t drill proper self defense into my head as soon as we got older?” I fell into step beside him and shivered, hugging myself a little for warmth.

“You wander to the wrong side of town… with no actual jacket. Everything okay at home, little Red?”

Despite the fact that for the entirety of the time that our schools have been merged he’s dismissively called me that, I felt my cheeks heating up just a little and I stopped walking, staring up at him as I mulled it over and shrugged.

“Oh what, so this little adventure tonight was what? You? Bored?” Sweet Pea was sneering a little towering over me as he did so, his eyes boring so deep into mine that I felt like he was trying to stare into my soul. That fact had me shivering just a little more and it wasn’t because of the chill creeping into the air. 

“I wasn’t bored. I just... “ I trailed off, my hands moving, fingers fidgeting with my shirt sleeves as I gazed up at the night sky stretched out endless above us. Finally, I managed to answer. “Have you ever just felt like nothing about you was real? And that you didn’t know who you actually were? I was going stir crazy, okay? I had to get out of there, it felt like the walls were closing in and I couldn’t think.”

“That’s pretty deep considering it’s coming from a North Sider.”

“Yeah? Well you barely know me, so I hardly see how you can just say that.”

Sweet Pea shrugged mildly. Pop’s was coming into view now, I could feel myself relaxing a little and my stomach chose that moment to growl so loud it had both of us exchanging looks. He grumbled and then after a few seconds, he nodded to the flickering neon sign in the window, it’s light hazy, casting a comforting glow from within.

“Obviously, we’re both hungry. A burger okay with you, little Red?”

“Yeah. I’m starving.”

We walked into the diner, right past Cheryl’s booth where she happened to be sitting with Toni and Fangs. For a second, Sweet Pea stopped, looking at his friends and it almost looked as if there was some intense silent conversation going on with the group.

Josie sat in the back, nursing a milkshake and when we walked past, she and Sweet Pea briefly exchanged awkward smiles. She gave me a warm friendly smile and after leaving a tip, she got up and left quickly.

I put it out of my head because honestly, being popular is my brother’s domain, not mine. I have absolutely no interest in it. It’s bad enough that because my brother is who he is, I’m pretty well known.

‘Don’t fuck with Archie’s baby sister, man, Archie will fight.’ or ‘ Oh, that’s just Alyssa. Archie’s kid sister, she’s a sweet kid.’

Nothing whatsoever to set me apart.

That was the crux of everything I’d done tonight. I just wanted to feel like I controlled my life. Like I could have some secret hidden thing and feel alive if I chose to.

Naturally, I had to go and get in over my head.

I settled into the booth, busying myself with a menu and Sweet Pea finally made his way over to the booth, slipping into the opposite seat, his knees brushing right against mine because he had to cram himself in the small space practically. I bit my lip and looked up, my eyes immediately immersed in the dark depths of his. 

And then.. Then I stuck my entire goddamn foot in my mouth. Just like I’m always avoiding him to keep from doing in the first place.

“S-sorry.. I can tuck my legs under my butt so you have room?” I slurped the milkshake, twisting a strand of bright red around my fingertips as I watched him.

When he smiled, suddenly, the neon in the window wasn’t the only source of warmth and light in the dimly lit diner. I gave a soft laugh and bit the tip of my straw. “Did you just smile at me, Sweet Pea?”

All he did was shrug and continue to eye fuck my massive order of french fries. I wordlessly slid the plate between us, nodding to it and muttering through a mouth full, “There.”

Wordlessly, he reached out and took a handful, munching down quietly. When I took a handful and raked them through my shake, he grimaced.

“Who the hell even does that, huh?”

“You’ve never had fries and chocolate ice cream?”

“No, and I don’t fucking wanna.”

“Oh god, you have to try it, man. It’s a party in your mouth.”

“Yeah, no.”

I pouted and offered him my shake and nodded to the plate, a smirk playing at my lips. “You don’t want me thinking Serpents are wimps, right?”

“Did you just.. Cute. You’re going to challenge me, huh? Okay, fine. Let’s see how this tastes you actual little heathen.” Sweet Pea was chuckling now and he dipped his fries into the milkshake, groaning as he took a mouthful. “This is really good. Shit.”

“See?”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one.” the laughter between us died away, leaving us to stare. After a few seconds, he chuckled to himself and shook his head.

“What?”

“This is the first time I’ve really laughed or anything since that whole thing with Josie.”

“I wasn’t under the impression you ever laughed, Sweet Pea.”

“There’s a lot you don’t actually know about me, Alyssa.”

“Maybe I’d like to find out.” I blurted it out before I could stop myself, flames rising to my cheeks as I did. He eyed me and shrugged. “I’m a pretty simple guy. Ask away, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” I said it quickly, even as my heart fluttered and my stomach got that giddy butterfly feeling deep inside. Even though the tone in his voice when he said it did so many things to me.

“It fits. It sticks.”

“Ugh, damn it, fine.”

Honestly? Sweet Pea is the only person I’m going to accept calling me that moving forward. Because there’s just something about when he says it that makes it more special.