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dollfacefantasy · 3 months

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Cool Rider

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon gets you ready for a ride on his motorcycle

word count: 1.4k

a/n: just a little fluff drabble i've been thinking about while i go back and forth on my other longer fics. imagine this to be a little bit after vendetta when leon's starting to get better. hope everyone enjoys, reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi

“Quit joking around or you’re not going anywhere,” Leon grunts as he continues to mess around with the tire pressure on the rear wheel of his motorcycle.

“I’m just saying-” you chime before being cut off.

“You’re saying nothing more or I’m changing my mind,” he says and gives you a warning look.

Despite his attempt at being stern with you, affection clouds his eyes. You play along for him and mime zipping your lips. With a sharp exhale and shake of his head at your antics, he returns his focus to fidgeting with the pressure gauge hooked to his bike. But you’re happy just because you saw him smile.

You’d been begging him for months to take you for a ride on his bike. Every time you’d asked, you were met with “no” or “in your dreams.” You’d always ask him why, and he’d just brush it off. Too dangerous. It’s something he does alone. You eventually just gave up. He deserved his space, and you knew he’d seen so much pain and death in his life that he was probably a little overprotective by nature. It came as an absolute shock to you when he approached you last week and asked if you’d wanna go for a ride this weekend. He’d said it so casually, like he hadn’t shot you down time after time before. You weren’t sure what had changed, but a win is a win, right?

Now sitting on the stool by the bench where he kept all his motorcycle stuff, you swing your feet back and forth. As much as you’d been teasing him for the last thirty minutes about taking forever and a half, it was fun seeing him so locked in on his task. You studied his face, the way his brows furrowed and his eyes hardened, his lips curling a little with dedication.

“Hey stalker girl, instead of staring me down, maybe you should finish getting ready,” he teases as he finishes up and starts putting the tools away.

“I am ready,” you say.

“No you’re not. Where’s your helmet?” he asks while walking to you.

“Mmmm… you don’t wear a helmet,” you playfully point out.

You were just being difficult because he was so easy to mess with. You weren’t dumb, and you had no desire for your brains to splatter across some pavement. In general, motorcycles kind of scare you to be honest. If anyone but Leon was driving it, you wouldn’t even consider hopping on the back. So there was absolutely no way you were gonna get on that thing without a helmet strapped on.

“I didn’t ask you if I wear one. Where’s yours?” he says.

He stands between your thighs and looks down at you, taking in your pretty eyes, pouty lips, the face he couldn’t get enough of. His fingers run along your jaw, his thumb stroking over your chin. Every detail had him enraptured. He made fun of you for staring, but truth be told, he was just as guilty. The only difference was he hid it much better than you did.

“I’ll get it in two seconds. You were just taking so long, I figured I had some time to relax,” you joke with a quick peck to his lips, hopping off your seat.

“You better get it. I want your pretty little head kept in one piece,” he murmurs and lays a kiss on your hairline. He lightly swats your ass as you walk away, drawing that laugh from you that he loved to hear. He’s smiling while grabbing the keys, not that you could see it with your back to him. You were easy to mess with too.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that I have to wear one if you don’t,” you say as you lift the helmet up and inspect the one he’d bought for you.

“Too bad. I know what I’m doing. You don’t. God forbid I actually let you do this, and you end up with a concussion or something,” he grumbles while grabbing the keys.

“If we get in a crash though, your experience won’t matter. We’ll both go flying all the same. Then you’ll be the one with the concussion or worse, and I’ll be flat outta luck having to take care of you,” you explain while fidgeting with the straps on the helmet.

“Here, gimme that,” he says, taking it from you. He fixes the straps and gets them where they should be. Yeah, you’re being intentionally stubborn, but you had a good point and he knew it. “If it’s so important to you, I can wear one too.”

“It is important to me. I always want you safe,” you say, taking a moment to be genuine between all your teasing.

“I know, baby,” he says softly. It’s all he could say. Obviously, with the life he had, he couldn’t “be safe” all the time. But god, you made him want to try.

He gives you one last kiss before putting the helmet on you. He fastens it into place, making sure it’s nice and tight. Tilting your head around, he inspects it thoroughly. Has to be certain this shell of hard plastic is gonna do its job and protect his precious girl.

After he’s done examining the efficacy of the helmet, he pulls back to give you a once over. Really look at you.

“Does it look good?” you ask, voice slightly muffled.

He chuckles and nods. “Yeah, it looks good. Pretty cool,” he confirms.

Of course you looked more than good. The sight of you completely melted his heart. He just didn’t know how to say it. He’d never been too good with words when you were involved. You made everything foggy, hard to think.

He couldn’t see the grin on your face right now, but he could just about feel the excitement radiating off of you as you pulled him into a hug, the shiny dome covering your head resting over his heartbeat. His palm runs up and down your back before you pull away and head to the motorcycle.

“Are we ready to go?” you ask.

He could hear the anticipation in your voice too. It was infectious, made him want to get on and speed off without looking back. But he still had a little hesitation left. Rationally, he knew he’d done everything he could to make sure this would go smoothly. In all likelihood, you would just have some fun and then come back home and everything would be fine. The irrational part of him just wanted that to be 100% guaranteed. He’d lost so many people. He couldn’t survive losing you, especially to something as trivial as a motorcycle accident.

But he was stalling now, and he knew it. You deserved this. Deserved to have the fun he’d offered you. You’d been so good to him for the last several months, putting up with him when it would’ve been reasonable to leave him in your rearview mirror. He swallows his doubt and nods.

But as he sees you start to look at it like you’re gonna get on, he stops you.

“Wait a second,” he says, starting to shrug off his jacket, “It’s cold out, and with the wind and everything. Just put this on.”

He can’t see how you lovingly roll your eyes at this which is probably for the best anyways. Knowing him, he’d probably get all huffy and defensive about it. Argue the practicality of his decision rather than just admitting he’d gone soft for you.

Regardless, you let him wrap the leather around you, sliding your arms into the sleeves. You give him a thumbs up, and he pulls you close to him, thoughtlessly planting a smooch on the cool helmet like he’d normally do to your head.

“You better hold on tight. This isn’t a video game. You don’t get extra points for riding with no hands,” he teases before grabbing the extra helmet he had and putting it on.

This time you give a mock salute and watch him swing his leg over the seat. He waves you over and you gladly get on behind him. The warmth of your front presses against his back. He looks down, admiring the way your hands lock around his waist, your arms adorned in the white stripes of his jacket.

He wheels the bike out of the garage, taking a deep breath as checks to see that the street is clear. One more sigh and mental reassurance later, he’s speeding out onto the road. He knows it’s all worth it as soon as he hears your laughter and feels you clinging to him even harder.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil fluff

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just-some-trans-nobody · 5 months

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December Christmas Monstet stories

December 8.) Horny Krampus

Sorry everyone this one was supposed to br way longer than this but I'm having really bad writers block. I might try to rewrite it eventually I just had to finish what little I had if I want stick to the schedule.

Warnings: NSFW, spit as lube, bare minimum prep, swearing, possessive behavior, stalking behavior

Minors Don't Interact!

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Three weeks.

You only got three weeks a year with him and then you had to wait longing for his touch until next year.

It was like clock work. December 1st at midnight the sound of heavy hooves landing on your roof waking you. The last two years you would wake up a minute or two before the stroke of midnight in anticipation of his arrival.

Giddier than a kid on Christmas day you threw the blankets off yourself and rushed to the living room. Some years he came down the chimney, sometimes the window. He always kept you on your toes never fully knowing where he was going to enter. You weren't sure how a man of such a large size could fit down a chimney but your brain always turned off when he was around. Too dick whipped to think about anything but him and the pleasure he gave you.

Hearing his low growl rumble from behind you, your body trembled in response. He had come through your bedroom window expecting you to be there. Seeing you weren't there made him mad, he wanted his cock in you immediately. Having to wait irritated him. Turning you smiled at him before letting out a gasp when he grabbed you pushing you against the nearest wall. “Fuck.” You moaned out, leaning your head back. He let out a low rumble hearing your moan. The sounds you make when he's with you calmed his raging soul, if only a little bit. Seeing that you were still dressed he growled before ripping off your clothes. His clawed hands tearing your clothes to shreds. You know you should be mad about it but the act had only served to turn you on even more.

Heart pounding in your chest you reached out to hold onto him as he lifted you up pinning you to the wall with one hand. Your legs dangled, unable to reach the floor by a good foot or two. He effortlessly freed his cock from its restraints with his free hand. Lifting a leg up you rested it on his hip spreading your legs for the large man.

Biting your bottom lip you trembled at his touch as he held your chin. “Open.” He growled in a low voice that rumbled in your chest. Obediently you opened your mouth, lightly sticking your tongue out. His fingers immediately slide into your mouth causing you to close it around them. He hardly ever took the time to lube you up first so this felt special for you. Keeping eye contact with him you made sure to lube up his fingers with your saliva as much as you could before he finally pulled them out of your mouth leaving a trail of saliva from his fingers to your plump lips. The trail broke after a second landing on your chin causing him to let out a low rumble at the sight.

Lowering his hand to your entrance he pushed the lubed up fingers inside of you causing you to moan. He wanted to take you so much it hurt but he knew you haven't had him in such a long time you would need to be stretched out first. By the end of the month he would be able to slip it in without reliance, but that was then and this was now. He would never admit it to himself or anyone else that he cared deeply about you to the point it scared him. As much as he loved making you scream out in painful pleasure he didn't want to hurt you so badly he scared you off. He needed you more than he realized.

Hearing you moan from just his fingers made him smirk in pride. He loved hearing how well he pleasured you, he wanted to hear more. Spreading his fingers wide he continued to pump them into you faster drawing out more moans from your lips. “O-oh oh fuck keep going! Gonna cum!” You moaned, throwing your head back against the wall. Your words encouraging him to pump his fingers harder. Reaching your orgasm with a cry you clung to his arms closing his eyes.

You barely had a moment to come down from your orgasm when he slid his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his cock. Gasping you opened your eyes to be met with his hungry gaze. Letting out a quiet moan you rolled your hips against his taking in more of his cock. He let out a low moan feeling his cock go deeper into you. It drove him mad. Growling he snapped his hips forward pushing all of his cock into you causing you to sob lightly. It stung but felt good at the same time. Whimpering softly you clung to him as tears welled in your eyes. He waited for a moment letting you adjust for a moment before he started to slowly rock his hips. Once your face started showing more pleasure than pain he sped his pace up thrusting faster into you. Pressing against you harder he pushed you against the wall even more making you feel a little squished. “Harder.” You moaned scratching at his arms. It was a request he was more than happy to comply with.

The room was filled with the sounds of your needy moans and the relentless thrusts of Krampus. It was utter bliss being with him. December was by far your favorite time of the year and Christmas had nothing to do with it.

#monster #monster fucker #monster stories #monster smut #december christmas monster stories #krampus x reader #fluffy monster #monster x male #monster x female #monster x human #monster x girl #monster x reader

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elryuse · 7 months

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MOONLIT SEDUCTION

MIYEON X MALE READER

Tags : Co-worker, Teasing, Seduction, Creampie

It was late at night, you and your co-workers were busy finishing all of the left over papers that have been given by your boss. Everybody was hella tired, including yourself. Your whole body was so stiff, and your eyebags were so black and lifeless. All you can think about is having a nice cold glass of beer to make all of the stress go away.

So After you're done with your work. You asked all of your co-workers to have a nice drink at a nearby Gukbap restaurant. And without any hesitation, all of your co-workers agreed. And so the night went on. You're currently having a big cold pint of beer, followed by a nice warm bowl of Gukbap, a bowl of steaming hot rice, and a platter of banchan at the table.

The moment the soup and rice touches your tounge, it immediately warms your soul like never before. The feeling was so cozy not to mention, when you followed it by drinking some cold glass of beer. The feeling was just majestic and refreshing. Your co-workers are also enjoying the atmosphere of the restaurant as well.

Not to mention this particular co-worker of yours. You kinda forget about her name. But if you're not wrong her name is something starting with Miyeon or something. But not gonna lie. She's looking beautiful af tonight. I mean she's not wearing her usual office look. She instead changes her clothes to something a bit more revealing and a bit sensual.

"Hi there"?

"O-oh Hi".

"Do you remember my name"?

"U-uhmm... I kinda forgot sorry".

"Ahh crap... That's alright... I'm Miyeon... And you are"?

"Oh.. Y/n.. Park Y/n".

"Oooh... You're that new kid"?

"Ah yes.. Ahahah".

"Well... I hope you're doing your best alright".

"You gott itt".

As she sways her way to your other co-workers. You can actually see something that you shouldn't see. Because her dress was so short and tight. Every time she leans on someone. You kinda see her panties and a little bit of her ass as well. You were kinda shy and wanted to tell her, but she was just enjoying her time. So you didn't really bother to tell her.

This party continued, until it was basically midnight. And everybody was pretty much Deadass drunk and tired. So after helping your co-workers to get home safely. You were left out there with none other than Miyeon. You kinda forget that she didn't go home yet, so the whole situation was pretty awkward actually.

"So... It's just us left huh"?

"Y-yeah... ".

"Hmm... Well I think it's time to go home... It's getting late".

"Y-yeah you're right Noona".

"Hey.. Uhm... Can you possibly... Accompany me back home? I swear it's pretty close to here.. I'm scared to go home at this hour by myself".

"O-oh O-okay.. I-if it's alright with you.. ".

" *chukle* I'll be more than welcome to be accompanied by a cute guy like you Y/n... *grab your hand* Alright... Let's grab a taxi".

"O-okay".

WELL... THIS IS AWKWARD.

"What are you waiting for? *chukle* Get inside dummyy".

"O-okayy".

Inside the Taxi. Miyeon was basically holding on to your hand tightly. It was awkward yet comforting for you. Especially knowing that you'll never do something like this in your life. She was very playful and even teased you pretty much the whole trip. She started playing around with her hands by touching and rubbing your hands. Slowly going down and closer to your crotch.

Before she finally stops. And giggles at your cute reaction.

"Are you horny baby"?

"N-noona not here and not nowww"!!

"What's wrong.. The driver won't hear us don't worry".

"Stopp... This is wrong... I don't even know you yet".

"So what"??

Miyeon suddenly grabbed a hold of your erected cock. Before admiring how big it has gotten. She giggles and licks her lips as if a predator was locked on to its prey. She suddenly gets closer to you.. And she suddenly kisses your neck.

" *mwah* "

" *shocked* Whaaa... ".

"Hehe your reaction is so goddamn cutee".

"P-please stop Noona".

"Nuh uhh".

/sorry to bother you two.. But... We're here/

"O-oh Thanks sir".

"Thank you Sir.. Have a good night".

/Hahaha yeah yeah... Have fun.. You two/

After stepping a single foot inside her apartment room. Miyeon immediately pushes you towards her room. Kissing your lips passionately. The way her tounge intertwined with your own was hot not gonna lie. She was very good at this... And Y-you are just starstruck.

"Hmm..... Let's do it".

"... *pant*.... D-do what.. "?

" *smirk* I'll just remove this dress... And then..... Tadaa".

"N-noona"??

Miyeon suddenly undresses right in front of your eyes. Her skin was white and smooth. Her body was petite and so perfect. She Smirked while eyeing your body from head to toe. She smiles, before walking closer and closer to you..

"Let's go to my bedroom".

" *gulp* ".

"It's okayy... Babe... I'll be gentle on you".

As you walked towards her bedroom. You Were suprised by the amount of furniture that was scattered all around her room. It wasn't a cheap piece of decor either, I mean I can clearly see an art piece that would sell for thousands, heck maybe even million of dollars just sitting there on her walnut colored wall.

"Don't let that decoration bother us babe... We're here to fuck not to see some boring art piece... Come here... ".

"O-okay".

Suddenly Miyeon grabs your body and slams it down to the mattress, before plantimg her soft and silky lips down to your own. The kiss was long and delicious, the way her tounge twisted inside your mouth was divine. After the kiss ended, she immediately started to ride your cock slowly and Erotically. She didn't insert it just yet and just playfully teasing you.

"F-fuck.. N-noona".

" *chukle* Do you want me? Do you want to fuck me baby"?

At this point rejecting her offer is just plain dumb and outrageous to do. So without any hesitation you immediately said.

"Yes. I want to fuck you so bad".

" *chukle* beg harder baby.. And maybe I'll let you do it inside of me".

"P-please Miyeon Noona.. Please let me fuck you... I've always loved you.. And I always wanted to fuck you".

"Mhm... *chukle* alright then".

And just like that, Your cock makes an entrance to her now wet and slippery walls. When you went in, Her pussy walls immediately gripped onto your cock. The feeling was heavenly and there was just nothing like it.

"Fuckk...".

"Mhmmm so big... Hehe".

"N-noona You're so tight".

"Mhm.. Do you like it"?

"Y-yes.. Yes I do.. It's heavenly".

"I'm glad... But this is not enough.. Fuck me harder baby".

And you rightfully did. You started to increase your pace and started to give her pussy a nice fucking. Miyeon immediately started moaning like crazy and started to grip your chest harder than before.... The sound of flesh slapping was so loud it started to become music to your ears.

Before long, You're already on your limit. Your cock just couldn't handle the tightness of her pussy. Your cum is basically leaking right now.. And all you want to do now is to release all of your seed deep inside of her.

"Are you close baby"?

"Y-yes.. ".

" *chukle* mhmm... Then cum in me... Cum inside me... Cum inside my fucking womb".

"Fuck.. Fuck fuck... I'm cumminh Noona".

"Yes.. Ahhhh fuckkk... Cumm inside meee".

*Splurttt*

And just like that. You've released all of your seed deep inside her womb. Both of you got tired and just basically cuddled in her big ass bed. She slowly makes her hand on your face before caressing it and kissing your lips.

"Starting from today.. You're mine got it"?

"O-okay Noona".

" *chukle* Just call me Miyeon babe.. ".

"O-okay Miyeon".

~ The End ~

#kpop #sexy content #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #miyeon #gidle #gidle smut #kpop smut #smut

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cupid-styles · 8 months

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sunshine girl*

Harry and Daisy decide to go steady, but not everyone is supportive and Daisy's insecurities are starting to get the best of her.

70s!harry and virgin!fmc | Content warnings: outdated views on virginity and the LGBTQ+ community, pubic hair talk (if it's not your thing that's fine!), drugs, smut!!!! (dirty talk, a little bit of anal)

Word count: 6k (a third part is coming!)

Part one |

"Harry, would you mind not groping my best friend when I'm around?"

A furious blush flowers over Daisy neck at Willow's commentary, but Harry simply rolls his eyes. Five years apart, he's used to his sister's relentless teasing and mocking words, but it's a new phenomenon for Daisy. She's accustomed to Willow always being on her side and treating her with love and kindness, regardless of what she's doing or who she' seeing.

It was safe to say that the newfound romance between Daisy and Harry took some getting used to.

"Willow, would you mind not being such a heartless little brat?" Harry bites, and Willow immediately raises her middle finger to shove in his face.

"I told you guys, I don't care if you're banging or whatever, just don't do it in front of me."

"Enough," Daisy finally speaks up, leaning forward and shrugging Harry's arm off of her shoulders, "I'm gonna stop hanging out with both of you if you keep freaking out on each other every time we're together."

She stands from the worn couch in Harry and Willow's living room, zeroing in on the siblings.

"Willow, you know we're not 'banging' so stop saying that. Harry, try to control yourself a little better. Hug it out and make up by the time I'm back for the shindig after work, alright?"

They both nod their heads, looking like wounded puppies. They're not used to Daisy taking such a stance, but over the past month, her and Harry have been seeing each other more regularly. They immediately agreed that it was important to let Willow know — neither wanted to hide this from her, and while they hadn't expected her to jump for joy, they had anticipated a bit more support.

Instead, when Daisy and Harry were shuttered away in his bedroom, listening to records and making out, Willow treated her like any other one night stand. She flared her nostrils and made impolite comments, always huffing about the way he touched her, even though they weren't even officially dating. Daisy didn't know what they were, but she did know one thing: She was still a virgin, and it gave her insane amounts of anxiety.

It had nothing to do with how Harry treated her. In fact, he handled her with the utmost amount of respect and sweetness. It had only been a few weeks since their first physical encounter, but even then, he'd been so gentle with her — after he made her cum, he guided Daisy's shaky legs to the bathroom and ran a shower for her. She'd felt awkward about taking a shower together, so he sat on the covered toilet seat while they talked about anything and everything. Afterwards, he dressed her in one of his favorite worn-in band shirts, propped her up on his fluffiest pillows, and ran down the street to grab them burgers from his favorite diner.

It was barely two days before Harry stopped into the record store during her shift, asking if he could come over after she was done.

They hadn't gone on any dates yet, but in complete fairness, it was hard to do. Harry worked every day and Daisy often worked closing shifts, which meant she wasn't finished until midnight. On those days, Harry would meet her outside and walk her home. And on the rare occasion when neither of them were working or busy, they were cooped up and tangled between bedsheets, wanting nothing more than to lick into each other's mouths.

Daisy likes Harry. A lot. And she knows that he had admitted to having feelings for her too — it's what caused the whole thing to start, after all — but he hasn't made a move to shift things to relationship territory, and she's too scared to do it. What if he changed his mind? What if he wanted to keep things casual and physical? What if... what if he didn't want to date a virgin?

As she steps into Sam's Records, she sighs and shakes her head, willing the negative thoughts to physically leave her brain. She shoots a small smile at Warren, her coworker who's high out of his mind most times than not. Daisy swears that he emits a permanent scent of weed, seeping from his pores regardless of whether or not he's smoked.

"What's happenin', Daisy?" Warren greets as she slides onto the barstool behind the cash register.

"Not much. How's the shop been so far?"

Warren shrugs his shoulders as he continues shuffling through the shipment box of new records, "Pretty decent, couple of college chicks came in for the new Bee Gees joint. A kid was asking when we're getting the new Styx record, so I'm gonna ask Sam about it later."

Daisy nods and begins to straighten up the front of the store. Warren isn't nearly as organized as she was, but she finds comfort in the routine of piling Rolling Stone magazines, emptying ash trays, and changing out the music. She was putting on Rumours for the billionth time when Warren whistled out, "Dais, lover boy alert!"

She knows before she turns around that Harry's walking into the store. Warren started referring to him as "lover boy" after he saw Harry leaning over the front counter to press a kiss to Daisy's cheek a few weeks back.

Daisy smiles to herself when she sees him, long legs clad in swishy burnt orange bell bottoms and a ringer tee stretched over his chest. A cigarette hangs from his lips but he's quick to remove it when he focuses in on Daisy, a bright grin on his face.

"Hey, pretty lady," he greets as he stubs out his cigarette in one of the ash trays.

"Hey yourself. Didn't I just see you?" She giggles and Harry shrugs his shoulders, his smile shifting to a guilty smirk.

"Yeah, but my sister was there. Wanted to get some time with you without her."

"H..." Daisy sighs, her eyes darting to the front door when the bell jingles, signaling the entrance of new customers. "This whole act is getting old."

"'S not my fault she's miserable no one wants to jive with her."

She sighs and shakes her head. "You have to let it go. In her defense, I was her friend first. Us being... a thing has to be kinda weird for her, don't you think? It's alright for her to bug out a little."

Harry shrugs his shoulders as he lifts his hand to run it through his hair. Daisy had convinced him to let it grow out just a tad bit longer, the ends now meeting the bottoms of his earlobes.

"Whatever, Dais," he mumbles, "You psyched for the joint tonight? It's been a minute since we've hosted."

"It has been, hm?" Daisy agrees, "It'll be groovy as long as you let me play some ABBA."

Harry grins cheekily and lets out a laugh. "Only for my disco queen."

She tries not to blush as he leans over the register to press a quick kiss to her mouth, but not before his lips linger alongside her ear. "Did I mention how totally foxy you look today? My pretty bunny in those tiny denim shorts."

"Harry," she murmurs in fake shock, though the giant smile plastered across her face gives her away. "Go home, you'll get me when I'm done with my shift here, okay?"

"Far out, Dais," Harry says with a grin, stepping away from the counter, "Make sure you walk over with Warren, capiche? You know I don't like you leaving work alone at night."

"10-4, captain."

He chuckles and nods a goodbye to Warren on his way out, a pep in his step as he thinks about spending the night with his sweet little disco girl. Daisy has the same love struck smile on her face.

. . . Sam's Records closes at 11 pm. After that, Daisy has to lock the doors, count the day's earnings, put it in the safe, sweep, and clean up the shop so tomorrow's opening employee — a sweet girl named Penny, who spent the last year following Led Zeppelin on tour — could start the day with ease.

It's helpful to have Warren there, who's quicker at dealing with the cash, and they're able to make it out of the store by 11:45. Daisy's nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet as Warren locks up, feeling as if her heart has strings that are tugging her in the direction of Harry.

"God, you two are really obsessed with each other, huh?"

Daisy sucks her teeth at Warren's comment, though she knows it's all in good fun. He lights a cigarette as they begin the short distance to Harry and Willow's place.

"How did Will take the news that you're banging her brother?"

There it is again — the assumption that her and Harry are just sleeping together. Sure, they do stuff together, but it seems like all anyone thinks is that they're with one another for physical intimacy. And even if that were the case, why hasn't Harry made a move to take her virginity yet?

She swallows roughly at an attempt to push down her insecurities, instead focusing on the cracks in the sidewalk and the thin smoke coming from Warren's cigarette.

"She's warming up to it," Daisy replies, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "I think it's been an adjustment, but I can understand why."

"For sure. Willow's always been protective of H, it makes sense that she's not totally digging it."

"It's me, though," she protests, "She knows I won't do anything to hurt him."

Warren shrugs. "Yeah, maybe. But they've always been attached at the hip. Like, when we were in fifth grade, Willow cried almost every day at school and the only person that could calm her down was Harry. They'd call him at the high school and he'd come all the way down every time and the second she saw him, she stopped. They have a special bond, that's all."

Daisy's an only child, so it's hard for her to grasp such a tight knit relationship, but she gets it — she's been living in San Diego alongside the Styles siblings for years now, and she's seen that trust and love firsthand. She doesn't fight Warren on it, instead letting silence take over as they approach the familiar apartment, where Thin Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back in Town" is playing from the interior.

"Looks like Harry still has dibs on the tunes," Warren smirks, stomping out his dead cigarette.

There are a few familiar faces out on the deck, all of who are currently taking smoke breaks. Daisy flashes them a friendly smile and Warren stays behind, likely to make a dent in the stash of drugs he brought in his bag. Nevertheless, she trucks on through the thick smoke enveloping the apartment — as usual, Willow and Harry never keep things casual when they host a party.

The place is flooded with people and it seems like there's drugs and booze everywhere: Girls are dancing in the living room over people snorting lines off the coffee table and the town's Dead Heads are perched on the couch, pupils as large as dinner plates. She doesn't care much for the atmosphere, though she does recognize Mitch, one of Harry's co-workers, in the corner with his girlfriend Sarah, each with cans of Bud Light in their hands.

Daisy is about to make her way over to them when Harry suddenly appears, a large grin plastered across his face when he zeroes in on her.

"Dais!" he exclaims, ambling forward to wrap his arms around her form. She giggles at his wide smile, her insides melting at his excitement to see her. "You made it."

"Of course I did, silly," Daisy laughs, pulling back slightly. He keeps an arm around her waist so their chests are flush against one another, and she notices the glazed over twinkle in his eyes; a true Harry identifier that he'd been hitting the bong in her absence. "Got this shindig started without me, did you?"

"Please, you know my night's never complete without my sunshine girl."

She grins so hard her cheeks ache and he leans forward to press a quick kiss to her nose. "Interested in a little grass, lady love?"

"Sure," Daisy nods, "Where's your sis, though? Wanna make sure I say hey before we spark up."

Harry shrugs his shoulders as his grasp on Daisy's form relaxes. "Dunno. Haven't seen her in a bit."

She sighs and nods, forcing a small smile onto her lips. "Head on over to your fire escape and I'll meet you there in a tick, 'kay? I just wanna find Willow."

She can tell that he's not thrilled by this, but maybe it's the weed, or even her attempt at scolding him from earlier. Whatever it is, he nods, compliant in her ask, and gives her hand a small squeeze before scampering off in the direction of his locked bedroom.

Daisy heads for the kitchen first to grab a beer, knowing she'll need a little bit of liquid courage to meander through the crowded party looking for her best friend. There's a couple making out; one cornering the other, who sits atop the kitchen counter, and Daisy makes a mental note to tell Harry to wipe it down tomorrow once they're done nursing their hangovers.

With a can of Miller in hand, she scopes the small apartment. Normally, Willow and Daisy are side-by-side at these things, splitting joints and schmoozing with strangers. Willow is naturally more extroverted than her; she's always suggesting they play Spin The Bottle or 7 Minutes in Heaven with their newfound friends while Daisy finds a nervous excuse to refuse. She's grateful that she has Harry now and doesn't have to sit there, watching Willow be more courageous than her.

Even on Daisy's tippy toes, the brunette is nowhere to be found. She rolls her lips into her mouth as she decides to check the bathroom, but all she finds is a line of girls actually trying to use it. She meanders to Willow's bedroom, which is always locked during parties, but gives it a try anyway. She gently raps her knuckles against the wood, pressing an ear to it.

"Will? You in there?"

She doesn't think she hears any movement so she tries again, but she can't be sure with David Bowie's loud voice crooning through the apartment. She goes to knock a third time, but the door is ripped open before her hand makes contact.

"What?" Willow hisses out before she realizes it's Daisy. Her eyes widen and she quickly closes the door a smidge, blocking Daisy from looking inside.

"I was looking for you," Daisy says slowly, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "I just got here and you weren't out there..."

"Um, yeah. Migraine. Sorry."

Willow's being weird, and not just in the weird "I-don't-like-you-being-with-my-brother" way she's been lately. The best friends never have secrets or hide things from each other, but something about this feels like uncharted territory.

"Are you alright?" Daisy asks softly as she reaches out to gently touch her elbow, "Do you need water, or company?"

"I'm fine," Willow quips, "I'm just not into all this tonight. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

Daisy doesn't get a chance to ask another question before Willow narrowly slides behind the door, shutting and locking it in a flash. Her heart tugs at the girl. Her gut says that something is off, but Willow's never lied to her before, and she doesn't even want to think that's a possibility. She chooses to believe her and instead makes the short trek to Harry's room, doing their secret knock — three slow raps followed by two quick ones — to let him know that she's here.

Over the past few weeks, Harry's room has become a safe space for her, and she physically feels her worries melt away when he opens the door and pulls her inside. She giggles when he presses her up against the now-locked door, placing his hands on either side of her head to cage her in.

"I haven't had you to myself all day, sunshine." He mutters, leaning forward to gently nip at the skin below her jaw.

"You're insatiable." Daisy mumbles, leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck. She plays at the loose curls gathering there, soft and silky from the shower he took this afternoon while she laid in his bed, reading a Judy Blume book.

"'m not. Just obsessed with you."

Her stomach flutters as their lips make contact. The kiss feels like home — soft and sweet as their mouths meld together, quickly picking up pace as eager tongues dance for dominance. Harry always wins, despite a solid fight put up on Daisy's end.

She puts her hand to his chest and stops them before they get too carried away, though half of her mind drifts off to the orgasm he gave her last night; two of his fingers steadily pumping into her and stroking at the sensitive spot inside, his dirty mouth whispering promises of pleasure into her ear.

"Willow was locked away in her room. She was acting kinda weird... did you guys have a fight before this?"

Harry's lips are spit-swollen and the color of a muted cherry red as he shakes his head. "No, she was pretty jazzed about tonight. We split half a bottle of wine and watched the news together."

"Oh," Daisy says softly, insecurity quickly creeping into her brain.

"I'm sure it had nothing to do with you, bunny. She might've not been feelin' well or something, don't get it twisted in that pretty head."

She nods, convincing herself to believe him. He knew her better than anyone else, and Willow did say she had a migraine. She breathes deeply and allows herself to fall into Harry's embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne, woody and sweet, instantly soothing her.

"C'mon, let's go sit out on the fire escape."

Harry tugs at her hand and she follows him, pliant in his suggestion. They climb out the window and onto the grated structure. It's early September but the San Diego air is still thick with humidity, coating Daisy's exposed legs and arms. She slightly regrets picking out a suede mini skirt this morning, but when she grabbed it, she remembered that it was one of Harry's favorites on her.

It's quiet between them as Harry digs in his pocket for a joint and his lighter. The party sounds miles away now, and Daisy leans her elbows on the steel banister, taking in the inky night sky. Out here, it really did just feel like her and Harry were the only ones who matter.

Harry sparks up and takes a deep drag before passing it to Daisy. She readily accepts it and sticks it between her lips, inhaling with fluttered eyes. She can feel Harry watching her but all she cares about is getting to the relaxed, floaty state he was already in.

"You're so pretty."

"You're so high." She smiles lazily and opens her eyes, handing it back to Harry.

"Maybe, yeah," he smirks, "But I think you're a stunner regardless of how stoned I am."

Daisy shakes her head and he steps closer to her form, placing a hand on her hip. "Lemme smoke you up, sunshine," he mumbles, and she nods. They do this every time — the first time they smoked together, he found out mellow weed highs made her even more sensitive to his touch, and now, he couldn't help putting his hands all over her.

Harry takes a deep inhale of the joint, holds it, and pulls Daisy closer. Their chests are flush against one other as he fits himself between her parted legs, a hand on her hip to keep her in place. She parts her lips just enough for the smoke to form a steady stream from his mouth to hers as he exhales, sealing it with a firm kiss.

As soon as they meet, everything in her body is screaming for him. She needs to touch him, she needs to feel him, she needs to be connected to him.

Quickly, slow kisses intertwine with undertones of want, and it's apparent that Daisy is just as needy as ever, even with mutual orgasms provided on a near-daily basis. Harry wants to tease her for it, but he's a little too far gone now, too; seeing her in the late summer night, sticky skin, a mini skirt, and a poor excuse for a lace top covering her upper body. The warm lust between them is palpable as his tongue pokes around the inside of her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip and squeezing her side with a familiar desperation. She's panting, struggling to keep up, but trying her absolute hardest not to get left in the dust.

"Can I make you feel good, bunny?" Harry breathes into her mouth, trailing his fingertips along her midriff and dancing along the waistband of her skirt. She's ready to nod and provide consent until the big storm cloud of insecurity suddenly overtakes her thoughts, self-deprecating insults about her virginity status becoming the only thing she can focus on.

"Dais?" Harry backs away just slightly, enough to take in her facial expression. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to—"

Daisy refuses to have another bad thought as she cuts him off and mashes their lips together, messy and wet. Her trembling hands find the bottom of his tee shirt; a woman on a defined mission as she pulls the fabric upwards, her palms pressed against his stomach. She goes to peel the shirt off him when he breaks their kiss again, much to her dismay.

"Hey, what gives?" Harry asks softly, leaning down a bit so they're eye level, "Not that I don't love this, but you're moving mighty quick here, sunshine girl."

She resists the urge to huff in frustration, instead letting his shirt fall back down to his hips. "I just... want you, H. You dig?"

Harry chuckles, his eyes crinkling at her attempt at casual sex talk. "Yeah, I dig, but I thought we established that ages ago."

"Well, I wanna like... you know, pop my cherry tonight."

His eyes widen and his hands drop from Daisy's form. He's never heard her refer to her virginity in such a crass way, even if it's the slang everyone uses. Besides the fact, he's shocked she suddenly wants to lose it at a party with nearly 30 people on the other side of the door.

"Dais," Harry's eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, "You deserve more than just 'popping your cherry.' Are you spaced out or something?"

She shakes her head quickly, determined to get what she wants.

"No. I wanna lose it tonight, I'm tired of being a virgin and you haven't made any moves to take it so if you don't want to, it's groovy—"

"What on earth are you on about?" Harry questions, "Why wouldn't I wanna sleep with you? I thought— well maybe I was misinterpreting things but I thought we were, like, going steady, I know I haven't asked or anything but I was preparing to. Honest."

Daisy's face warms at Harry's admittance. She blinks her eyes a few times as she processes his words, her bottom lip dropping open. "I'm... I just thought you've been with so many people, maybe you didn't want the responsibility of being with someone who... hasn't, y'know?"

Harry sighs and nods his head understandingly. Stubbing the joint out on the cool banister of the fire escape, he reaches forward to envelop her form in a tight hug. Suddenly, her senses are invaded by Harry, and she basks in the feel of his arms around her and his comforting scent.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more upfront about what I wanted," Harry mumbles into her hair, "But I do want you to be my girl. As for the whole virginity thing... I never wanted to pressure you. You never seemed like you were in a rush to lose it, and I wanted us to build up to it, I guess. Make sure you were comfortable before we did it. But you'd be totally out of your mind to think I had no interest in doing that with you, baby."

"I wanna be your girl," Daisy murmurs before pressing a light kiss to his collarbone. "And I want you to be my first. I've never felt more comfortable with another person before."

"Yeah?" Harry asks with a teasing smirk, ducking down to look at her, "You're my girl, then. I will be your first, but not tonight. You deserve so much more than a rendezvous at a party, silly girl."

"Shush," Daisy says, growing bashful at his words. "Soon, though?"

Harry chuckles and nods. "Yeah, sunshine. Soon."

. . .

Harry and Daisy spend the rest of the night in his bedroom, high off the joint they smoked and their newly established relationship.

Even when Harry's tuckered out, fast asleep next to her in bed while the party simmers outside, leaving only the too-drunk and quiet trippers behind, Daisy can't believe it. She keeps replaying the conversation in her brain, amazed that he somehow likes her enough to be her boyfriend. She feels so special.

And while his soft snores offer a comfortable rhythmic sound, it's not enough for Daisy to ignore her parched throat. Carefully, she untangles herself from the sheets and tiptoes out the door, shutting it quietly behind her. She's prepared to make a quick trek to the kitchen when she sees Willow emerge from her own bedroom, followed by a blonde girl Daisy faintly recognizes from the neighborhood. She goes to say hi, relieved that Willow may be feeling a little better, but the words get stuck in her throat when the blonde grasps at Willow's hand, spinning her to press a kiss to her lips.

Willow doesn't notice Daisy standing there with wide eyes. She doesn't know what this implies, if Willow's gay or straight or whatever, and she doesn't care. She knows not everyone is understanding and welcoming in that way, and it pains her to think that her best friend would hide such a big secret from her, or receive hatred for the person she likes. She's seen her fair share of same sex hookups at the disco, where men or women try to be together in secret, and she's never thought too much about it. Not until right now, when she sees her smacking lips with another girl right in front of her.

Daisy doesn't know what to say, so she doesn't say anything. Instead, she quickly turns on her heel and goes back to Harry's room, locking it quietly. With a spinning head, she doesn't even notice that he's awake and watching her, his eyes puffy with sleep.

"Y'alright?"

She nearly jumps at the sound of the voice but forces a tight smile on her lips. She doesn't want to — no, she's refusing — to reveal this information to Harry. It's not her secret to tell, if there's anything even to it.

"Yeah. I needed a drink, I didn't know you were up."

Harry hums and stretches his arms out, propping himself up against the mess of pillows behind him. "Come back to bed?"

Her heart flutters at his request, adoring the way the words sound leaving his mouth. Without a second thought, she's climbing back into the cotton wonderland of sheets and pillows, breathing in his scent as he wraps his arms around her body, pulling her closer.

Tangling their legs together, Daisy presses her head to his chest. She places a hand to his stomach and feels his slow breathing. They're quiet for a little bit and she assumes he's fallen back asleep until she feels his length hardening beneath her thigh. She swallows, biting her lip as she contemplates mentioning it.

"Sorry," Harry eventually mumbles out, pressing a kiss to her hair, "Just ignore it, it'll go away on its own."

"We're not even doing anything." Daisy teases, lifting her head to press her chin into his chest. He places his hand at the back of her head and smiles.

"You're in my shirt and a tiny little pair of panties, cuddling me, looking adorable as shit. You get me going regardless of whether or not we're doing anything."

"You like when I wear your clothes?" she presses, sitting up slightly to balance on her knees. Slowly, she splits her thighs to straddle his waist, fitting her core on his stomach.

"Of course," Harry mutters, tugging at his own hair, "You look smokin' in anything, but something about you wearing my shirts..." his fingers dance over the skin of her thigh, lifting up the worn fabric of his Peter Gabriel tee. He zeroes in on the pale pink underwear covering her modesty and he breathes out, feeling his briefs constrict his plumping cock even more.

"And what about these?" she asks, dipping her fingers underneath the elastic waistband of her underwear. "Do you prefer me wearing them? Or do you like when you can see everything?"

"Depends. Think this little pussy is gorgeous regardless... but I especially love when you get so worked up for me that you're dripping in your panties, getting them all sticky with the sweetest little wet spot," he mumbles, thumbing over her clit through the material. "Looks so incredible, I just wanna bury my tongue in you until you can't take it anymore."

"Oh," Daisy breathes out, bucking her hips in a failed attempt for more friction between her legs. Harry smirks as her eyes begin to close. He pauses his movements and lifts his thumb to his mouth, coating it in spit before returning to his original movements, forming light circles through her underwear.

"I bet you'd like that, hm?" He pushes, applying more pressure to the bundle of nerves, "You'd have to push me away. Can never get enough of the way you taste, especially when you start squirting... it's the hottest thing I've ever seen, bunny."

"More," Daisy whimpers, taking a shaky hand down to her lower half. She moves the strip of fabric covering her pussy to the side, revealing her plump, glistening lips. She parts them carefully, forming a V with her fingers, her pearly clit begging for attention.

"Take 'em off," Harry instructs, breathing shallowly as he takes in the appearance of her pussy. When they first started being physical together, she was embarrassed by her pubic hair, explaining that she knew fully grown bushes were "in" but she wasn't sure what she liked. She was nervous about it and wanted to please Harry, who simply encouraged her to experiment with different styles and find whatever made her feel the best. It was 1976 after all, and he was exhausted by anti-feminist rhetoric that would ever make his girl feel bad.

Lately, Daisy settled for a trimmed bush above her lips. It looked manicured and neat, and she discovered both her and Harry loved having enough hair there for him to tug on when he was going down on her. He hadn't yet told her that he was also obsessed with the way her juices stuck around, making her even wetter.

Once Daisy strips her modesty of her underwear, anything's fair game. Harry uses one of hands to firmly grab her ass as he situates her over his brief-covered cock, making her stomach twist with nerves.

"Not gonna put it in, sunshine," he mumbles, his length twitching at the sight of her pussy spread open over his underwear, "Just wanna grind with you a little, alright? Make us both feel really good."

Daisy nods eagerly, rolling her hips against his. She whimpers at the sensation that offers a semblance of the friction she'd been desperately searching for. He pulls his cock out of his briefs and pushes it between her lips, making them both groan out.

"There you go," Harry encourages as he gently bucks upwards to meet her motions, shifting his cock against her clit, "Show me you deserve to cum on my cock. Show me how much you want me to fuck this tight little pussy."

Daisy lets her head lull to the side, her eyes squeezed shut at his dirty words. They always get her impossibly close to coming, feeling as if the pleasure-filled feelings are finally going to bubble over and spill.

They're moving in sync with one another, her hands flat on his chest, moaning at their closeness. It feels so good, and she wants to tell him to slip his cock in, to fill her up and fuck her until she can't remember her own name, but she knows he won't; instead uttering something about it not being the right moment.

"Shit, I'm close," Daisy mumbles out through swollen lips. Her right hand is moving to her pussy to rub her clit in small circles and Harry's jaw falls slack as he watches her. He gives her hip a squeeze and folds his legs at the knee, pushing her down to her tummy so their chest to chest.

"Know my dirty girl needs a bit more to cum, hm?" The question is rhetorical but she nods helplessly anyway, shuttering beneath his grasp. He trails daft fingers to her backside and grabs one of her ass cheeks so her tighter hole is exposed. She groans into his skin but he removes his hand, giving her butt a firm slap.

"Shush, sweetness." Harry instructs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Before Daisy has a chance to whine, he's back to circling the tight rim of muscles, reaching downward to collect some of her dripping arousal from her inner thighs. Daisy can barely focus on all of the different sensations, and once he presses the tip of his thumb into her ass, she's a goner.

"Fuck, Harry—" she moans as her holes pulsate, her asshole squeezing Harry's finger.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mutters, using his other hand to grip her hip, keeping her firmly in place. Seeing and listening to Daisy cum is enough to get him there — his own personal wet dream, he swears — and it's only a few moments after her orgasm has passed that he's spitting out a heavy load from his cock, covering their bellies with his warm cum.

Simultaneously, their bodies come to a stop, and the only sound is their choppy breathing. Gently, he pulls his finger out of her, giving her thigh a small squeeze. He feels that she's slowly starting to go lax, and he wants to clean her up before they go back to sleep.

"Up, sunshine," Harry mumbles against the shell of her ear, "Need to get you clean."

Daisy nods, slowly rising from his chest. She glances down to see the mess they've made and bites her lip, feeling the familiar stirring in her core again.

"And you call me insatiable," Harry snickers, making her roll her eyes. She climbs off of him with sore thighs and he gets up, grabbing a dirty tee shirt to clean them up.

She's quiet and missing the usual glow she has post-orgasm, making his stomach twist slightly. "Everything alright?" He asks, moving the soft fabric between her legs to wipe up her arousal.

Daisy hums, though it's not much of an answer. The second they reached their peaks, images of Willow kissing that girl re-entered her brain. She feels shitty for using Harry as a distraction from what was bothering her to begin with.

"Was... were you comfortable with all that?" Harry presses, and it's only then that it dawns on her that he thinks he's the problem. With wide eyes she nods her head, grabbing her — his — tee-shirt from earlier, sliding it over her body.

"It was amazing, H," Daisy answers, crawling on her knees to reach where he's standing over the bed. She shuffles forward and presses a kiss to his lips, wishing that she could tell him what she saw. "Let's get some more rest. Please?"

And Harry can hardly deny her, especially when she looks so tired and fucked out. He pulls on a clean pair of briefs and climbs back into the bed, taking his position as the big spoon. His body wraps effortlessly around hers, like two puzzle pieces begging to be clicked together.

"Night, Dais." He mumbles, pecking her shoulder.

"G'night, Harry."

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antiv3nus · 3 months

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✰ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ✰

✰ non idol! jeon wonwoo x fem! reader

✰ genre: fluff, humor, established relationship

✰ warnings: none besides like one cuss word if you care <3

✰ word count: 944

after midnight was the time where it felt like you and wonwoo became closer and closer to one another. no matter how long you two knew one another, you always managed to discover something new about the other. to the two of you, that time frame between late night and early morning was your most sacred time together. it was an intimate time that revolved around your souls and no one else's. during this time, you could be as vulnerable or as silly as you two chose to be, and no one else mattered except for each other.

“you know when i first met you, i was terrified of talking to you.” you mentioned out of the blue. you both were on the rooftop of your apartment building, lying with your head in his lap, staring up at the starry sky. “really? i thought i seemed pretty approachable…” wonwoo chuckled, looking down for a moment, temporarily blocking your view of the sky with a much better view: him.

“yeah, i don’t know… i think i was just overwhelmed at how attractive you were. sometimes i still feel like that, but it’s not as bad as it used to be. at least now i can actually form words around you.” you laughed at the memories of how you used to struggle to even say “hi” to him whenever he would approach you before you two started dating.

wonwoo let out a breathy laugh at your reply. “i guess i never really had that problem around you. as introverted as i am, i always felt like it was easy to talk to you i guess?” his voice lilted as he pondered about your past interactions. “wow mr. confident, i guess lil ole introverted me wasn’t cool, cute, and awesome enough to make the jeon wonwoo nervous… gee thanks…” you rolled your eyes playfully.

wonwoo looked down at you once again and made eye contact, “babe, you know that is not what i meant.” he sighed in amusement, looking off into the distance before he began to speak again. “you’re one of the coolest, cutest, awesomest people i know, you always take my breath away. what i meant was that your beauty never really scared me. from the moment i first saw you, and then from the moment that we shared our first conversation, you gave me a sense of comfort and i just knew that i didn’t have to worry about being nervous around you. i always used to struggle to talk to people, sometimes i still do, but you changed that. make sense now?”

after wonwoo finished his explanation, you lied there quiet. he had knocked the air out of your lungs, the words out of your mouth, and the thoughts out of your brain. you couldn’t do anything except smile up at him. wonwoo looked down a moment later, wondering why you had gone so quiet. he took one look at you, smiled and let out a laugh again. “wow, look at you all smiley. have i managed to make the y/n l/n speechless? i guess i still got it,” he grinned. “when you find your words again, i’ll be here waiting.” he said, grinning even more.

that knocked you out of your happy trance real quick. “oh shut up you little cocky motherfucker.” the words that came out of your mouth and the eyeroll you did didn’t match the smile that was still etched onto your face. you rose up from where you were lying and sat across from him. “i was gonna say that what you said was really cute and nice, but now i’m taking it all back”, you pouted.

wonwoo grinned even more (more than you thought was humanly possible) as he grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you in for a hug. “aww it’s okay baby, you know you love me, and i love you too. even when you’re lost for words.” you sighed, “i have a few words i’m thinking of saying right now. they happen to start with the letters “f” and “y” if you wanna try and figure it out instead of squishing me”. he just hugged you tighter after your remark, ignoring what you said with a laugh.

after a minute or so, you both pulled away from the hug. “actually now that i think about it, i do have one question about what you said.” you mentioned. “what’s up?” he answered, reaching over you to grab a handful of gummy bears. “you said that i was one of the coolest, cutest, awesomest people you know…” with a mouth full of gummies, he answered back muffled. “yeah.. and?”

“how am i not the coolest, cutest, awesomest person you know? i should be the only one.”

“oh, it's simple, you’re in second place”, he answered nonchalantly. his voice was muffled again with yet another handful of gummy bears entering his mouth.

“second place!? if your own girlfriend isn’t in first place, then who is?” you looked at him, genuinely confused, wanting to know who was ranked as first place on wonwoo’s “favorite person list”.

he paused for a second to chew, “duh, buttercup.”

you stared back at your boyfriend, dumbfounded at his answer. “wonwoo, baby, buttercup is our cat.”

“...and your point is…?”, he looked at you like you were the crazy one.

late nights with wonwoo were definitely when you learned the most about one another. and that night you learned that wonwoo believed that your pet cat was cooler, cuter, and more awesome than you, his own human girlfriend of 3 years. yeah… after midnight was a special time.

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heeliopheelia · 10 months

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"don't give me that look" + "i know you feel how i feel" (niki x fem! reader)

genre: fluff word count: 1.1k requested by @i-am-confused-about-life ♡

warnings: swearing, a tiny mention of blood

a/n: it's currently after midnight and i had 4 hours of sleep today 🧍i know you suggested for it to be angsty as well but i just couldn't think of a way to mix these two genres together in here 🤓 hope you still like it tho, love!! 💜

"Tie your shoelaces, loser."

Taking a discreet glance at your sneakers, you roll your eyes as you notice that they're, in fact, loose and dragging on the concrete. Not wanting to disturb people on the sidewalk, you take two steps to the side to tie your shoe in there, only to end up tripping over the ungodly long shoelace and nearly falling face flat to the ground.

"Do I need to teach you how to walk or something?" Riki teases from above you, hands on your waist as his grip on you is the only thing keeping you away from the concrete.

Once he's sure you're balanced again, he sighs heavily before crouching down in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You ask in confusion, watching as he grabs your white shoelaces in between his long fingers.

"So damn incompetent," he mutters, finishing tying your shoe with a neat bow at the top. Raising back to his feet, he flicks your nose playfully. "Would a simple thank you kill you? Strip you from your honor?"

"I'm not a child, Riki," you grumble, fervently tugging on your hair to cover up your reddening ears.

"And yet it's you who almost kissed the ground just a minute ago," he bites back with a light scoff.

Shoving him to the side, you miss to spot the large crack in the sidewalk, causing you to trip again and lurch forward, falling on your bare knees. You whine quietly, glaring at the gap in between the concrete tiles.

"Fuck, are you okay?" Riki asks, rushing to grab you under your arms and pull you back on your legs. You wince at the soreness in your knees and you look down, noticing the thin stream of blood seeping through the broken skin. "Jesus, you're such a clutz."

"It's all your fault," you pout, putting the blame on your best friend. "You were so annoying, I forgot to look where I was going!"

Riki scoffs at your poor excuse before stepping away to take a better look at your hurt knees. A slight frown appears on his face and you shift in your place, not used to being an object of such intense attention. Before the butterflies in your stomach have the chance to drill your stomach through or before the blush blossoming on your cheeks devours your entire face, you poke his shoulder.

"It's just a small cut, nothing big," you try to dismiss it, eager to start walking again. "It's probably only gonna bruise, that's all."

Riki raises his eyebrow. "Or it can get infected and do some real damage, stupid," he scolds, flicking your forehead. "You need to be more careful."

"Watch out or I'm gonna believe you're actually worried about me," you tease, impatiently tugging on his elbow to start moving.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," he replies with a voice uncommonly soft for him before getting back to his usual cheeky self. "You're so ugly when you cry. Scares the living shit out of me each time."

His words echo through your head and your face is already burning by the time you realize that you were right and he's actually genuinely concerned for you.

"Shut up, you sound like you have a crush on me or something," you mumble out, embarrassed.

"Yeah, maybe I do."

He's so sickeningly composed as he looks at your face being struck with shock - eyes widening, mouth dropping slightly as you gape at him.

"Y-You what?" You involuntarily stutter, instantly abandoning your cool facade. Your heart is in your throat right now and no matter how much you swallow, it doesn't go away. "Stop joking around like that. It's not funny."

"It wasn't supposed to be," he huffs, eyes bright and confident as he pierces you through with his gaze. "Don't give me that look. Are you really that slow? I thought you already knew. All of our friends caught up last year."

"Last year?" You exclaim. You grasp onto any sanity left in you after his confession, absolutely convinced you're about to faint.

"Well, yeah. But I've liked you way longer than that."

And suddenly you it all connects together in your head. How he smiles a little too much whenever you're around. How you've caught his gaze across the classroom one too many times before he he tried to play it off and roll his eyes at you. The way he claims all of your jokes are so 'stupid' and yet he never fails to laugh his heart out after hearing them. As you start putting all the puzzles together, you realize that perhaps he's not lying after all and maybe you're really that oblivious.

"Damn, you must like me a lot, huh?" You tease him, trying to turn the tables and catch him off guard for a change.

"That I do. But probably not as much as you like me," he says and your heart suddenly forgets how to work properly. You gawk at him in confusion. "Sunoo spilled. I know you feel how I feel," he explains, earning a betrayed gasp from of you.

"That big-mouth traitor!"

"Hey, at least that gave me the green light to come clean to you, no?" He asks, pulling you closer by the waistband of your shorts. "Cut him some slack. It's not like he meant to snitch on you anyway. I kinda put him against the wall."

You can't stop the big smile from crawling onto your lips as you let out a giddy laughter, one that nearly has Riki's knees buckling here and there.

"So what are we gonna do with this anomaly now?"

You watch as the corners of his mouth irk up as he leans down and brushes his nose against yours.

"Well, I think a date is what you normally start the relationship with. But since when are we normal?"

You fail to suppress your smile again. Riki's just too charming for his own good, you both know that. Raising on your toes, you gently brush your lips against his, pressing a butterfly kiss on his plush mouth. You need to pull away because you're sure your heart is about to explode in no second. Kissing him feels like too much and not enough at the same time, making your mind go in a haze.

"Thought you could do better than that."

You gasp at his statement, hitting his arm at his boldness. He rubs the itching place with a wince and sends you a pointing look. "Be gentle, please. You wouldn't want to give your boyfriend a sore arm now, would you? How else would he carry your bag every day after school?"

You scoff and bite back a smile as you take a glance at your backpack hooked over his shoulder. "Boyfriend?" You ask instead.

"Yeah. You're my girl now," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the entire world. With a shrug, he envelops your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together before he starts walking again. "Come on. I should probably take you out for dinner now, huh?"

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mxqdii · 3 months

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WHERE IS PART THREE

IM LITTERALY DYING TI READ WHAT HAPPENS NEXTTTTTTY

also I have a request

so reader is dating Sam or Colby (you pick❤️). Reader is alone at a haunted location with just Sam or just Colby (does this make sense?) say it was Sam, they are just the two of them and say there were trespassers and they were threatening the two and reader has a panic attack and Sam defend them (Sam or Colby) and calm reader down on the way home.

is that doable?

when part three comes can you tag my other acc

@anythingsamandcolby

take my breath away - c.b

pairings: colby brock x reader

summary: a day with the boys doesn't go as expected

warning(s): panic attacks, mention of ghosts (??) idk.

a/n: so i see u said just the two of them, but i only realized after i finished writing it... i'm sorry! i hope this is still okay 😭

not proofread

"are you guys sure this is a good idea?" i say as me, sam and colby enter the gate

"too late now! unlocking that gate took forever" sam says, walking ahead

"we're all gonna die" i mumble sarcastically, scoffing at the boys skipping together joyfully

we decided not to vlog this one, since, well..

we're trespassing.

it's okay though! atleast that's what the boys told me (and what i'm telling myself)

"hey, you okay?" colby, my boyfriend, asks.

"yeah i'm fine, just worried about being shot by a police officer" i say, giving him a look

"calm down, we'll be fine!" he speaks over confidently

"whatever you say" i groan

"woah! guys this place is so cool, let's use the spirit box here" sam yells from ahead, taking off his backpack and grabbing the box

we all listen, hearing a few random meaningless words, until...

my phone starts buzzing, which makes us all jump

"sorry, my alarm- it's midnight if anyone cares" i say, signaling for us to get out of here

"leave" the spirit box says

"yes please- wait was that the box?" i mumble

"trespassing" the box says

"run"

"guys i don't like this.." i mumble, reaching over to grab colby, looking over realizing he's nowhere to be found

"g-guys?" i say, realizing i've been left alone with only the spirit box

"guys this isn't funny. you got me okay? i'm scared." i yell into the distance, hoping to be met with colby's voice or sams laughter

but i don't hear that, instead something worse

the bushes besides me start rustling, and i feel tears brim my eyes

"h-hello?" i almost whisper

this is too much. i wanna go home.

my legs start moving before i can think and i run back to the car, hoping to find sam and colby there, but no.

i realize, i don't have the keys, leaving me in the dark parking lot surrounded by woods, alone.

okay, it's fine, i'm fine, i'll call them.

NO SERVICE

this is when i start freaking out, because what am i supposed to do now??

the only thing i can think to do, cry.

i let myself lean against the locked car door, eventually curling into a ball on the floor

i'm currently a sobbing mess at midnight, alone and cold.

the more i'm sat here with my thoughts, the harder it gets to breathe, causing me to panic.

i try to calm my breathing but can't, colby always helped me with panic attacks, i need colby.

i don't know how much time passed, but eventually, i felt hands on my shoulders and looked up to see colby

thank god.

"colby-" i try to say more but the words get caught in my throat

"shh, baby it's okay. breathe for me okay?" he says

he sits down to my level, pulling me into his lap

"i'm so sorry. we thought it'd be funny to hide but we got lost, i'm so sorry baby that wasn't funny, i know." he hushes my cries, helping me with my breathing along the way

his hands stroking my hair and his smooth rhythm of breaths calm me down,.

(even though his heart is racing)

i snap out of my panic, looking up at him.

i shove my fist into his chest, not hard enough to hurt bad

(as if you could)

"ow!" he says, almost out of instict

"never do that again" i huff

"never again." he repeats back to me, kissing my forehead.

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tokyothirstygang · 1 year

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Last time, sex deprived shuji had to leave before he could cum. Now he’s back to finish the filthy mess he started

Hours have passed since the shower incident, and you haven’t stopped thinking about it for a second.

Now it’s close to midnight and you haven’t heard from Hanma since he left you earlier.

You pace around your apartment, glancing at your phone on the table every time you pass it. Hanma is strong, and you are almost 100% nothing bad has happened to him but you still wish he would at least text you back.

Eventually, the adrenaline from the day wears off and the exhaustion of roaming around in circles for hours has you ready to give up and go to bed.

You’re in the middle of doing your skincare routine when you hear faint scratching noises at your door. At first, you think it’s just a neighbor’s cat that escaped and is pawing at your door for food. That has happened from time to time.

The noise grows louder and suddenly you hear the metallic sound of your doorknob jostling around.

You freeze in place, too scared to think or move. Your heart sinks as the front door creaks open and soft footsteps cross the threshold. You glance around your bathroom for something to use as a weapon but you can only find a plunger.

“This will have to do.” You mutter to yourself and inch your way out of the bathroom.

You’re creeping down the hall when you accidentally step on a squeaky spot on the floor.

“Baby? Is that you?”

Relief floods your body when Hanma’s voice fills your ears. You enter the living room and find a roughed up Shuji standing in the middle of the space.

“Shuji? What the fuck are you doing here?” Your eyes travel to the door and he follows your gaze.

“Oh yeah, remind me to change your locks. Your door is weak as shit.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“Why didn’t you call me? You didn’t have to pick the lock.”

His face breaks out into a giant smile when he catches sight of the plunger in your hand.

“What, were you gonna fend me off with that thing? I knew I should’ve taught you self defense.”

You roll your eyes and head to the bathroom to discard the plunger, wash your hands, and grab some first aid supplies.

“You’re impossible, Shuji.”

He smirks as you return with your kit, something you hardly ever needed until you started dating him.

“Is my princess gonna take care of me?” He asks as he makes himself comfortable on the couch.

Your heart skips a beat at the nickname. Today is the first time he’s ever called you by one, and it sends a surge of excitement through you every time.

You get down on your knees in front of him and rummage through the first aid kit.

“Here. Give me your hands.”

Sin and Punishment enter your peripheral vision as you soak a cotton pad with antiseptic. When you press the pad to the cuts on his knuckles he doesn’t even flinch.

You’re quiet the entire time you’re patching him up. You finally finish by putting a bandage across his right cheek and as you press the fabric into the skin you feel his face burning.

When you pull back to look at him you notice a light blush across his cheeks.

As soon as you’re done he pulls you onto his lap and you squeal as he puts you in a straddling position.

“You know…we never got to finish up earlier…” He starts caressing your thighs, and a hint of mischief glints in his eyes.“I could go for another shower.”

It’s your turn to blush as you consider his offer.

When you agree, he immediately stands while holding you.

“Wrap your arms around me.”

You secure your arms around his neck and his hands hold your legs in place around his waist as he carries you into the bathroom. When you get there, he places you down on the counter and reaches into the shower to turn it on.

Right after, he slots himself between your legs and cups your face. He’s kissing you so hungrily that you can barely keep up with him. He bites his lip and grins when you pull away, gasping for air.

”oh, baby. You gotta keep up. I’m just getting started with you.”

He lifts you off the counter and turns you around so that your back is against his chest. He watches you through the mirror as he slowly runs his hands down your body. He notices the way your breath catches and your eyelashes flutter when he slips his hands into your shorts. His fingers trace the fabric of your underwear and you shiver as he begins to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day.”

Swiftly he strips you of all your clothing. When his right hand starts toying with your clit you can’t stop the sigh that escapes your lips.

“Look in the mirror. Watch what I’m doing to you.”

Your eyes travel down to the reflection of your own pussy being teased by Hanma. You watch as he plays with your clit and slides his fingers in and out of you. Whenever you start to feel your eyes closing with pleasure, he slaps your ass and makes you open them again.

He has you on the edge of an orgasm and he can sense it so to help you along, he uses his free hand to pinch and play with your nipples.

“Fuck!” You cry out as your orgasm hits. When your head lulls back, you immediately feel Hanma’s hands around your chin.

“Keep looking. I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re cumming for me.”

You watch as your body trembles in his hands and a wicked grin crosses his face. He leans you even farther forward over the counter and gets down on his knees. Soon his face is buried deep in your pussy.

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long to taste you again.”

His tongue curling in and out of you combined with the vibrations from his voice against your sensitive skin has you ready to cum again, and he knows it.

“Let me have it baby. I know you want to.”

So you do.

You cum again as you reach behind you, grab a fistful of his hair, and push him even closer to your body.

He lets out a soft growl at your aggression.

Shuji likes it when you’re rough with him.

When you’re done he pulls himself up to stand.

“You don’t know what I’m about to do you.” He confesses, voice low and raspy with lust.

Before you realize what’s happening he’s stripped himself naked and is pulling you into the shower.

When you’re both in it, his lips are on yours again. His hard cock is pressed against your stomach, and it hits you that’s he’s already made you cum a few times but you haven’t touched him at all.

Your hand travels down between his legs. You wrap your hand around his cock but he only lets you stroke it a few times before he stops you.

“I’ll let you jack me off some other time. Right now, I just need to be inside you.”

He glances sideways at the tiny bench inside the shower.

“You know, I always thought it was dumb that your shower had this but now…” he sits down on it and soon you’re straddling him again. “I’m so fucking happy it’s here.”

He leans you back far enough that he can line himself up with your opening. You gasp as he eases the tip in.

“You’re going to have the tightest little pussy. I can just tell.”

As his thumb finds your clit you gasp and unintentionally clench down even tighter around him.

“You’re gonna have to relax if you want me to get in deeper, baby.” He tilts your head down to make you eye level with him. When you look into them, you see that they’re blazing with arousal and excitement. “Just trust me. I’ll take care of you.”

You do your best to keep your muscles relaxed and when he gently thrusts his hips up into you again his cock starts sliding in deeper and deeper.

“That’s it, baby girl. Keep doing that for me…keep taking me like this.” Your legs shake as Hanma inches himself in and you’re feeling especially grateful for the shower bench and his iron grip on your body for keeping you stable.

When he’s finally in all the way you both sigh with relief. You barely have time to adjust to the size of him when he’s already pounding you.

It goes on like that for what feels like hours. Hanma has you in every position the shower permits and before you know it you’re back in the one that started it all: your back pressed to his chest and legs spread open with the shower head between your thighs except this time he’s actually touching you in the ways you wanted him to.

Though he’s got the shower head pointed directly at your clit, he’s rubbing it with his fingers too, and you can barely handle the overstimulation. Then Hanma decides to push you to your limits and attempts to slide his cock back in you.

He slaps your ass when he notices you wriggling away.

“Be still, baby. Let me show you what I wanted to do to you earlier.”

As his hand grips your throat and he manages to get himself fully back inside you, your eyes roll back.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he leans down and whispers what you’ve been dying to hear for months:

“You know you’re mine now, right?”

______

Listen I tried to pack as much spice as possible into this one to make up for the fact I accidentally made some of you wait almost 6-7 weeks for part 2 so thank you for being patient I hope you liked it!

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imaginedisish · 2 years

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cardigan (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: In honor of midnights releasing, here’s a cardigan-inspired fic lol. I absolutely love this song. Anyway, I finished this last night at 2am and proofread it this morning, so I’m so sorry if it sucks. Enjoy!!!

Summary: After you’re shot, Din decides he can’t risk losing you (Jedi!reader).

Warnings: ANGST, so much angst. But fluff, and smut so minors get out of here. 18+ (PIV, mentions of fingering). Mentions of alcohol/consuming alcohol, description of injuries, canon typical violence, friends/absolute idiots to lovers, major pining, probably some grammatical errors.

Word Count: 5,311 (sorry)

“I had it under control, Din. I knew what I was doing.”

That was a complete lie, and he knew it.

But he’s silent, temporarily compliant as you huff and let yourself fall back against the steel wall behind you. He takes a few steps towards you, his boots thumping against the ground. Suddenly his gloved hand is under your shirt, initially resting on your waist before ghosting down to your hips. He had never been this close to you before, not like this.

You shudder under his touch as his thumb circles around the tiniest graze of a blaster wound. You try your best to hide your pain as the tip of his fingers hit the edge of the wound, but a small gasp leaves your lips, your own body betraying you. “Then what’s this, hm?” Din questions incredulously. You can hear the irritation in his voice, the anger.

Your chest heaves up and down, inadvertently making contact with Din’s because of his close proximity. But he doesn’t move, not even a step.

“I’m fine, I mean it.” But you don’t. You’re lying again. You bite down on your lip, struggling to hide the pain, to hide the way Din is making you feel right now.

His hand abruptly drops from your hip and clings to his side, his palms balling into fists as he turns away from you. Shit, he’s angry. “Would you stop fucking lying for one second and just be honest with me?” His voice strains against the modulator. “Admit what you did was reckless,” He turns towards you again.

Now you’re beyond angry. “Fine!” You practically scream. Why didn’t he get it? Why didn’t he understand for just one second? “It was reckless, sure. But fuck me if I think a little scrape is worth getting to save you!” Your voice is coarse and grainy as you hold back sobs, partially because of Din, and partially because of the searing pain at your hip.

Din rushes in and closes the space between you and him again. He lifts your shirt up, revealing the so-called “scrape” at your hip. “This is not little,” He huffs, letting the shirt fall back down, gripping your wrist tightly instead. He practically yanks you across the hull, forcing you to sit down on a crate as he shuffles through a box. He finally pulls out a med kit and some bacta spray.

“No, not that shit,” You say, scooting back until your ass is on the edge of the crate. The searing burn of the bacta spray would be worse than the blaster wound itself.

“Yes, that shit,” He says, grabbing your thighs and holding you down. You try to squirm away, but honestly part of you doesn’t want to. It feels good to have him this close, to feel him touching you like this. His hands wrap under the undersides of your thighs, his fingers gripping tightly against the inside as he pulls you closer towards him.

He’s quick as he takes one arm away, reaching for the bacta, while the other holds you down near your pelvis.

He looks up at you, noticing the anxiety spread across your face, the fear set deep in your eyes. You hear rough, short, modulating breaths from under Din’s helmet. You watch as his chest plate moves up and down faster than normal. He’s scared too, you know he is.

“Breathe,” He whispers, raising the spray up closer to your wound. You nod, swallowing harshly before taking a deep breath. He lifts his arm off your pelvis. There’s no reason to hold you down anymore, you aren’t going anywhere. Instead, his gloved hand meets yours and he squeezes softly. “It’s gonna be okay.” His sudden gentleness shocks you to your core, it makes your heart thump out of your chest.

A spritz breaks the silence, the bacta burning against your wound. “F-fuck,” You stutter, seething in pain. You absent-mindedly squeeze Din’s hand, and Din squeezes back.

“It’s okay,” He reassures, leaving his hand in yours as he searches through the med kit once again before pulling out a wrap. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.” He gives one last squeeze before his hand finally leaves yours so he can properly wrap your wound.

You can feel every single little touch, every press of his fingers. You’re suddenly on high alert, acutely aware of every breath that his vocoder picks up, every sound that he makes. He ties up the wrap on the other side of your body, being careful not to pull too tightly. When he’s done his hand travels back over towards the wound, now covered up thanks to him.

“Thank you,” You mumble. Your composure has melted away to sheer nothingness. You’re impressed that you were able to get any words out at all.

I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better

His thumb draws stars over where the wound is. “It’s gonna scar.” There’s something melancholic in his voice, a sense of dread. But all you can truly pay attention to is how he hasn’t pulled away from you yet, how his hands are still on you. You burn under his touch, a wildfire spreading across your skin.

“That’s o-okay,” You stutter, finally gathering the courage to grab his hand at your wound and hold it tightly.

He shakes his head, pulling away and standing up. “No, it’s not.” He’s suddenly cold, distant. You wanted him back, holding your hand, whispering in your ear. What had changed? Did you go too far?

“I’m gonna be fine,” You say, standing up slowly. “I can’t even feel it anymore.”

“That’s just because of the bacta spray,” Din says, his arms crossing his chest. You walk towards him, and when you get close enough, you reach up to his shoulder. You trace the beskar there, watching your reflection in the metal before looking back up at his impenetrable visor.

You shake your head. Your voice is sterner this time, more final. “But I’m going to be fine. Don’t-,”

He cuts you off. “Maybe you should leave.”

“W-what?” Your mouth goes dry. You can feel the tears already prickling at the corners of your eyes. Your breath catches in your throat, and you try your best to swallow it down. You search his visor for an answer, an explanation, but there is none. “Din everything is fine. The shot barely even grazed me.”

He doubles down on what he already made apparent. “You can’t stay here anymore. You have to go.” His voice is emotionless, robotic, metallic.

So this was the end? Just like that? Because you had gotten hurt one time?

“N-no, come on. L-leave? Din p-please it doesn’t h-have to b-be like this.” You can barely get your words out. Your tears are streaming freely now, burning with coolness against your hot cheeks.

He shakes his head, his fingers twitching at his side, as if he wants to reach out towards you, to touch you. But he doesn’t, he holds back, resisting. “You can go back to Luke. I can get you there before nightfall. We’re already in hyperspace. I’m taking you to Ossus.” He says nothing else. The words echo in your ears, driving a knife to your stomach, bursting your heart, and turning it into dust until there’s nothing left.

You can’t go. How are you supposed to live without him? He’ll never know how you feel, how you want him to feel. You’ll live an eternity chasing shadows, expecting him to appear around some corner on Nevarro or Tatooine. You’ll never hear his laugh again, feel his touch again. This wasn’t fair.

You swallow harshly, trying your best to at least croak out a word in protest. You could tell him how you feel, tell him how much he means to you. “I-,”

But he cuts you off again. “Please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“Din, but none of this needs to-,”

He’s not letting you finish. “Yes it does!” He’s shouting now, callously, mercilessly. “I’ll never be able to live with myself if something happens to you,” He pauses, breathing heavily. “You need to go somewhere safer, somewhere without me, somewhere with someone who can protect you.” His voice is softer now, defeated.

“You don’t know what I need!” The words fall from your lips uncontrollably. “And who says I can’t protect myself?”

“You can’t when you’re trying to protect me.” There’s that finality in his voice yet again, that tone that says the conversation is over, that you lost. “But if you go back to Luke, you can finish your training. He can keep you safer than I could.”

“But that’s not what I want,” You protest, but you know it’s no use.

“No, but it’s what you need.”

It wasn’t what you needed at all. You needed him. You needed Din.

The trip to Luke’s planet flashes by in what feels like an instant. Din is silent the entire ride. It kills you, absolutely crushes you. How could he be doing this?

And how the hell are you supposed to stop him?

Before you know it, the Crest hunches out of hyperspace, and Ossus comes into view.

“We can still turn around.” Your voice is shaky, unsure, anxious.

“No,” Din mumbles. “You have no idea how hard it was to get here in the first place.”

You scoff. Unbelievable. He doesn’t even care that you’re leaving him. He’s concerned with the fact that it was hard to fly the ship here. “Well I’m sorry. Guess I’m just wasting your fuel on a trip I didn’t even wanna take.” You’re the callous one now, and you’d regret it if you weren’t so hurt.

“Th-that’s not what I…” He trails off, taking a beat to collect his thoughts. “I wanted to t-turn back…the entire time…fought myself not to.”

Fuck.

His words hang around in the air for a moment before finally settling upon your ears and stitching themselves into your brain. The ship enters the atmosphere of Ossus and your stomach lurches forward, half in part because of your descent, and half because of Din’s confession.

“You’re crazy if you think I want this, mesh’la,” He whispers, turning towards you. “I’ve already done this once and it almost destroyed me.” He was right. You remember when you had brought Grogu to Luke. Din wasn’t the same until the little guy came back to your little family. Now it was your turn to leave him. “I’m doing what needs to be done.”

The Crest whirs as it lands, a series of beeps and roars vibrating deep within the walls of the ship. Maybe it knew you were leaving. Maybe it was mourning your loss already, lamenting right along with you. Din stands up as the Crest settles into the ground, walking out of the cockpit and into the hull. He pulls a lever, and you hear the ramp lower, crashing against the ground.

You close your eyes, and keep your hands pressed into the arms of the co-pilot’s chair. You decided you’d fight leaving for as long as you possibly could. Din would cave in, and you’d turn around and go searching for another bounty, just your little clan of three.

He calls out your name. You flinch at his voice. This could be the last time he ever calls your name. The thought whirls around your head. You can hear his boots clanging against the cold, metal floors of the Crest, and suddenly he’s behind you. His gloved hand finds its way to your shoulder, squeezing once before relaxing.

“You’re meant for more than…” He trails off, and you turn your head to face him. “Than this.”

This. By this, he means him. He means bounty hunting, the Crest, whatever the hell this life is you’ve built with him. Maker, you built a kriffing life with him. And now it was all over.

“You’re wrong,” You whisper, doing your best to hold back your tears. “You don’t even know the half of it.” You stare deeply into his visor, wishing you could see the look on his face. But all you see is your reflection, your tear-stained cheeks, your bloodshot eyes. Heartbreak – this is what heartbreak looks like.

You can hear him sigh under his helmet. “You don’t belong with me.”

Yes I do. You want to scream it until your voice gives out, until your lungs are bleeding, until everyone in the galaxy has heard you.

But you don’t. You stand up. Din’s hand falls from your shoulder and grabs your wrist like he’s trying to give you a consolation prize. He turns so his visor is just inches away from your face. You’re so close that your breath fogs up the beskar. And then, he lets your hand go.

“Ret’urcye mhi, cyare.” His voice isn’t as confident or strong as usual. It’s weak, tremulous, shaky, unsure.

You normally don’t press about his use of mando’a, but this could be the last time you see him. “What does that mean, r-ret’urcye m-mhi?” Your pronunciation is horrifically messy, but you give it your best shot.

He takes a deep breath before answering. “Maybe we’ll meet again, someday.”

“Will we?” You ask, sniffling a bit, doing your best not to sob into his chest plate.

“I hope so,” He whispers, his voice so soft you can barely hear him. His hand moves from your wrist down to your hand, his thumb brushing delicately against your own.

You can hear your name being called by an unfortunately familiar voice in the distance, but you don’t move. You’d never move from this spot if you didn’t have to. You could stay here forever. You wished your feet could grow roots that stretched down far into the floors of the Crest, keeping you stuck here.

“You have to go, mesh’la.” There it is, that final crushing blow. He brings his forehead down to meet yours. His beskar is cold yet comforting. “I’m sorry.” You can tell he really is.

“Me too,” You croak, your voice in shambles. Din takes a step back, squeezes your hand one last time, and lets go.

He walks with you to the ramp. The sun glimmers against the shiny, greyish metal. The grass around the bottom shivers in the wind. At least Ossus was green and sunny. You take a step onto the ramp, expecting to hear Din’s boots clank after you, but he stands his ground.

He really was letting you go.

You turn your head to face him one last time. “I’ll miss you.” Your voice is quiet. You don’t want anyone else to hear your confession. You want it to be private, intimate, just between you and him, your Mandalorian. Except he wasn’t really yours anymore. He never was.

“With time you’ll forget.” His words take you back. How could you ever forget him?

You shake your head, almost out of protest. “Why, are you going to forget me?”

“Never.” His hands twitch at his sides, shaking as he clutches them into fists. His knuckles are turning white under his gloves. “Couldn’t.”

“Me either,” Your voice quivers in between short breaths. You break your gaze away from him and walk down the ramp. The second you hit the grass, you hear a switch get flicked, and the hydraulics churn.

You turn around as the ramp closes, watching Din’s body slowly disappear. You want to say something, but you can’t, unable to find the words, to form a sentence. Your mind is clouded with the understanding that you may never see him again. You swear you hear him say something through his vocoder, but you can’t make the words out. He nods. The ramp closes with a jolt.

That was it. He was gone.

You were all settled in with Luke. You had your own little hut – far more privacy than on the Crest, but it was privacy you didn’t want in the first place. The bed in the center of the hut is surprisingly soft, comfortable. But there’s nothing about this that’s enjoyable, salvageable. This isn’t home. It never would be.

And it was all your fault.

If you hadn’t put yourself in front of that blaster you’d be dancing in the hull with Grogu in your arms. Din would be rolling his eyes under his helmet. Or maybe you’d be somewhere cold, forced to huddle against Din for warmth. It wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe you’d already be on another hunt, hiding in some alleyway with Din at your back, his hand around your waist, pushing you behind him even though you were well equipped to handle hunting by yourself. What matters now are all those ‘what ifs’ and ‘never wills.’

But I knew you Playing hide-and-seek and Giving me your weekends

You curl up into a ball on the bed, the dark wooden frame creaking with every movement you make. Tears free fall down your cheeks as you struggle to swallow breathy sobs. You can’t breathe. It’s impossible. None of this should be happening. You woke up next to Din this morning, and now you’re on Ossus.

At your core, you don’t regret what you did at all. Din would’ve been dead had you not taken that shot. You rather him be alive and on the other side of the galaxy than dead at the hands of some psychopathic smuggler-king pin. At least he was out there, somewhere.

You shut your eyes tightly, attempting to force yourself to sleep, but it’s no use. You aren’t sleeping now. You push yourself up, swinging your legs around to the other side of the bed. Your feet press into the cold, stone floor, sending shivers down your spine. You immediately find your socks and jump into your boots. You grab your sweater from the edge of the bed and head out the door.

The night sky is unbelievably clear. You stare up at the stars and quietly wish that wherever you’re looking is where Din is right now.

You crouch down into the wet, green grass. The stems stab you a bit as you sit down, crossing your legs, readying yourself to meditate. You shut your eyes and the wind whips through you, the cold air clinging tightly to your body. Maybe the Force could give you answers. You take another deep breath, feeling your connection to the planet, to the ground, the dirt, only to be absolutely derailed by thoughts of Din.

You keep your eyes shut, trying your best to work through the distraction, but the memory of him doesn’t go away.

You’re in the hull of the ship, some alcoholic drink in hand, sitting closely next to him. Every now and then he’d look away from you, lift his helmet, and take a sip out of his cup. You had gotten him to talk about Mandalorian traditions. He had mentioned something about married Mandalorians kissing with their helmets on.

“It’s called a Keldabe kiss,” He had said, your head resting on his shoulder. His armor was off. It was the first time he had ever taken it off in front of you. Of course, the helmet stayed on.

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit. “Isn’t that a head butt?” You ask, laughter still heavy in your voice. Your head doesn’t move from its place, and you notice that Din’s head is now resting upon yours. You don’t know when his arm snaked around your waist, keeping you clung to his side, but he was warm and surprisingly cushiony.

A modulated laugh bursts out from the beskar clad man next to you. “Well yeah,” He chuckles, “But it’s really when two Mandalorians press the foreheads of their helmets together. It symbolizes a kiss.” His voice is so gentle, it’s almost subdued. He’s certainly more sober than you are. Din almost never drinks as much as you.

You hum softly in approval, your eyelids growing heavy. “Sounds nice,” You mumble. “S’romantic.” Your words slur messily. “I’d want a Mandalorian to do that to me.”

And that’s when it hits you.

Your eyes force themselves open, and it isn’t until you feel yourself falling that you realize you had been floating in your meditative state. “Shit!” You scream out loud, crashing to the ground with a thump.

You angrily dig your hands into the dirt, clawing at the grass, yanking the blades out the ground. How could you be so stupid? How could you have missed that one crucial detail? He had kissed you before he left. He pressed his forehead to yours, held you there, kept you close. He wanted you to feel it, to feel him.

You let yourself fully collapse against the ground, your head falling into your hands. You heave, sobbing intensely, your tears rushing down your cheeks, trickling onto your arms and down into the grass. You could’ve had him.

He wanted you too.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, as if he could hear you. It’s almost like you can still feel him. He’s yet another ghost of your past that’ll haunt you until the day you die. He’s another shadow, another thing you can’t get away from.

A crack from behind you tears you away from your thoughts. You quickly push yourself up and turn around. You shiver, the cold wind nipping at your skin. You squint your eyes, trying to look into the forest just a way beyond the huts. That’s when you see it: a dark figure looming in the distance, coming out of the woods.

But you’re not worried at all. A wave of relief washes over your body. You could feel him from a million miles away. You know that walk, those arms, those shoulders, the way his armor catches the moonlight.

Din.

Chasin' shadows in the grocery line I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired And you'd be standin' in my front porch light And I knew you'd come back to me You'd come back to me

You practically trip over your feet as you run over to him. “Din!” You call out into the darkness. You can see him picking up his pace, meeting you in the middle. You’re not even an inch apart from one another now.

“You came back,” You whisper, staring into the T of his visor.

“I’m so sorry, mesh’la,” He mutters, grabbing your hands in his. “I couldn’t leave you. I c-couldn’t do it.”

You swallow your tears, letting go of one of his hands to reach up to where the fabric of his flight suit and his helmet meet. You let your fingers gently brush against the small section of exposed skin. You pull him down towards you ever-so-slightly so that you can meet him halfway, your forehead pressing into his.

“I should’ve remembered what this was…” You trail off, recalling when he had done it earlier that day. “What it means. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

You can hear his breath catch in his throat. “Come back with me,” He’s practically begging. “I don’t wanna live without you…” He’s struggling to get his words out, as if you’d ever be able to say no. “C-can’t live without you.” His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

“You didn’t even have to ask,” You whisper shakily. Din pulls away from you, releasing you from his hold around your waist. He keeps your hand in his, guiding you into the forest and towards the Crest.

You hadn’t brought anything with you to Ossus – something about Jedis leaving possessions behind in order to start their new journey. You’d send a commlink to Luke in the morning explaining everything. He’d understand. He knew this wasn’t what you wanted.

After a short walk, the Crest appears in front of you. The forest is quiet, save a few frogs and bugs croaking and chirping in the darkness. Din pulls you closer to him again.

“I’ve got something to give you,” He mumbles, keeping your chest held against his.

“What’s that?” You ask, heat rising to your cheeks at the sound of his voice. Much to your dismay, he lets you go, but you don’t move. It feels good being so close to him.

But then his hands are on either side of his helmet, and there’s a click, and a hissing noise. Suddenly he’s pulling the helmet up. You can see the ends of brown curls, a chin. Before you can see anything else, you’re shoving your face into your hands, shielding yourself from Din. It was routine at this point.

“No, look,” He pleads, grabbing at your hands, pulling them away from your eyes.

Your eyes flutter open, and he’s in front of you, helmetless and beautiful. His brown eyes, curly brown hair, fuck he was beautiful. You take his face into your hands, rubbing his cheeks, exploring every curve, your fingers dancing along his cheekbones.

Your chest heaves as he lowers his lips towards yours. “Wanted this for so long.” His voice is clear, unmodulated. It melts against your ears, and you replay his words over and over again in your head, committing each and every sound to memory.

And then his lips are on yours, languid and smooth. He doesn’t rush, though you’re sure you both want to. You want him everywhere all at once. You want to be inside him, for him to be inside you. You needed him, needed more. He presses his body against yours, pushing back towards the side of the Crest. The ramp was already lowered, ready for you to go inside.

“F-fuck,” Din mumbles against your lips. The deepness of his voice makes your core tighten, and you close your thighs, rubbing them together, searching for some sort of friction. Din notices and pushes his knee in between you, spreading your legs again for him. “Wanna feel you, mesh’la.” He was going to be the death of you.

“Please,” You beg. “Please Din, do something…” You trail off, dragging yourself against his thigh, moaning loudly at the relief you feel getting yourself off against him.

He presses his lips into the crook of your neck, trailing gentle, wet kisses against your skin. “Want me to take you out here, against the ship?” He asks, his fingers ghosting down towards the waistband of your pants. He tugs on them teasingly. “Can’t wait until we get inside, hm?” His mouth is right up against your ear, and it feels like the entire planet is whirling by.

“Need you now,” You whine. You can’t help but roll your hips against him. Din grunts in response, tearing away your pants, letting them fall to your ankles along with your panties. His fingers suddenly meet your folds, eliciting a loud moan and a series of expletives from your lips. He teases you, his fingers toying with your clit.

“Fuck Din, please.” It’s already too much. You need him inside you.

“So needy, aren’t you?” He whispers, sinking a finger deep inside of you as his thumb rubs away at where you need him most. “So beautiful, so perfect.” He sounds so good, looks so good.

He takes his hands away from you, and you practically cry out at the loss of his touch. He undoes his belt buckle and throws his pants to the side in a blur that you aren’t coherent enough to recognize. You were too wrapped up in him. The way he pumps his length a few times before lining up with your entrance, the way his hair frames his face, the way his eyes catch the light of the moon. This was all uncharted territory for you to explore.

And you’d be damned if you weren’t going to explore it.

Din picks you up, your back resting against the wall of the Crest. You can feel the head of his cock pressing against your folds, lined up perfectly. He sheaths himself into you, splitting you open, bottoming out. You feel so full, so fucking good.

“S-shit,” You cry out in pure ecstasy, tears blurring your vision.

He huffs, groaning against your mouth, his tongue swiping against your lower lip, tasting you, trying to find more of you to touch. You could do this forever. “Knew you’d feel so good,” He says, swallowing one of your moans with another kiss.

It’s not until you feel his thumb circling your clit that you realize he’s holding you up with just one arm, his hand squeezing your ass as he pumps in and out of you. His rhythm is merciless, hitting the very spot you need him in every time.

“S-so tight,” He coos, his cock buried deep inside you. “So wet, so perfect for me.” Your noses touch as you press yourselves closer together. “Doing so good, pretty girl, taking me so well.” Every word, every thrust pushes you closer to the edge. You’re ready to break, ready to snap right in front of him.

Din presses harder against your clit as he pumps himself into you, hit after hit. He’s hungry for every inch of you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the exact same. You’re almost there, almost at your peak.

“D-Din,” You whimper, barely able to get a word out. “S-so close, feels so good.”

Din breath tickles your nose as he parts his lips. “I know sweet girl, I’ve got you.” You can feel him getting close too, chasing his own climax as he pounds into you. His pace becomes more desperate, crashing into you with more force with each rut of his hips.

Your walls clench around Din’s cock as his forehead falls against yours. “F-fuck that feels good,” He groans. “So beautiful, letting me take you like this. Wanna feel you come around me.”

That’s all it takes. You can feel yourself snap, the tension breaking in two. Your walls flutter around his length as you come undone, completely falling apart. You whisper his name like a prayer, like it’s the only word you know. Din is right behind you, his hips stuttering, coming inside you.

He circles your clit a few more times before he brings his hand behind your back, pressing your chest even closer to his. You’re flush against him now, his cock still buried deep inside you.

“I love you, Din. I always have,” You mumble against him.

“I love you.” His voice is soft, but certain. “Loved you for so long, cyare. Too long. Should’ve said something sooner…” He trails off, his brown eyes staring deeply into yours.

You shake your head. “No, this was perfect. I wouldn’t change it for the galaxy.”

You stay like this for a few minutes, his cock still hard inside of you. You spend the time catching your breath, stealing kisses, until he finally slips out of you, placing you carefully back onto the ground.

You and Din shuffle into pants before slipping back onto the Crest. And then, as if nothing had happened, you were back in the cockpit with him.

Except now you were his. And he was yours.

“Thank you,” You whisper, your gaze meeting his from the co-pilot’s chair.

“For what?” Din asks, a huge smile spread across his face. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to that smile. How did he get away with hiding it for so long?

Your breath hitches in your throat. He still makes you nervous. “For coming back for me,” You answer, a slight shake present in your voice.

Din smiles softly now, his hand reaching out to hold yours, just like he did earlier today. “Shouldn’t have ever let you go. I never will again.”

And he never did.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite

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Helios - Chapter 3

Billy Butcher x reader

Summary: A fatherless girl finally meets with him after her mother's death. Little does she know that from this point on, her life will fall apart. She'd meet a lot of new, interesting and disgusting people and experience a lot of traumatizing events. Will she be able to choose the right side and take control of her own fate?

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Fem!reader, violence, a tad bit of fluff, sex, oral sex, fingering, big age gap, explicit language, quickie, hickeys, pervert Homelander, semi public sex

A/N: I had a huge writers block and couldn't finish this chapter for 3 weeks but it's finally here!

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Previous Chapter

Wordcount: 3990 (around)

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In last chapter:

‘’About that...’’

Hughie’s words made you comprehend why he even came to you. Up to that moment you didn’t even realize you never told him where you lived, you haven’t even talk to each other! Butcher must have sent him to persuade you. That sick motherfucker knew too well how to handle you.

‘’What is it?...’’

You asked giving in. You decided that if you had to help them, you’d do it just for that poor dumplin Hughie, who’s girlfirend got run into and killed by fucking A-Train. And that’s how it started, another adventure with Butcher. God... Why did you always had to get yourself in some shit...

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Chapter 3 - Sunset

And that's how you found yourself there, in an abandoned restaurant, with Hughie, Butcher and some two other guys you've never met. You and Hughie stood in the doorframe watching Billy trying to calm down – what you've managed to catch - Mother's Milk and Frenchie. By their shouts you figured they know eachother for some time already, and you wondered why Butcher didn’t tell you about his other pals. Did they knew about you? Or were they just as clueless as you? Hughie's cough somehow brought their attention to you but just for a brief moment.

„NOT NOW! „

They shouted in your direction and went back to fighting, until Butcher realized why Hughie left earlier. He turned around rapidly after pushing boys away, making Frenchie fall down.

„What the FUCK is SHE doing here?! „

The man walked up to you angrily, his fists clenched ready to punch the shit out of Hughie, but you knew he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t even try or it would be him who'd get hurt. You looked up confused at the boy. Wasn't it Butcher who sent him to you?

„We need her help okay? He won't talk with us, but she's one of them. Maybe he’ll listen to her! "

Billy huffed and shot you a glare which you returned with just as much anger as him.

„I could've gotten this out of him without her! Good ol' beating and torture. I don't need some fucking ally, or shit! Get her outta' here! "

His words made your heart hurt a tad, but you pushed that feeling aside, clenched your asscheeks and stood up to him as you always would. Ain't no man gonna break your heart nor speak to you like that.

„Oh really? Then I guess you didn't need my help the last time. And the previous one. And the previous one... Want me to keep counting? Tell me, how long are you sitting here and how many times did you try to... Whatever you try to do? "

You turned to Hughie with a murderous look, ready to kill Butcher.

„A few days... "

The boy said quietly, shrinking under your glare and tone of voice.

„And how long did it took you with my help, hm?"

Turning to Butcher with the same face you gave Hughie, made the older man seem like a hurt puppy too. Only you were able to make the allmight William Butcher feel small and scared. He looked down embarrassed and mumbled under his nose.

„Less than few hours... "

„Excuse me? I couldn’t hear you”

„Less than few hours! "

He shouted, stomping his foot like a baby and earning a devilish smirk from you.

„Exactly! So let's do it quickly so I can go home before midnight”

The boys were impressed by your ability to shush Billy, you sure were going to be admired by them. Frenchie motioned for you to follow him, and so you did, walking down the stairs to the basement where the horror happened.

„The fuck... There's nothin in there! "

You hissed annoyed while looking through a window of the ‘cell'. The aluminum foil on the ceiling, metal cage connected to electricity... All that didn't make sense to you. Turning around, you saw the boys' faces were pale, almost white, fear in their eyes as they looked at you. Soon it hit you. Which superhero, close to Homelander, was invisible? Which one, because of their powers, could easily be electrocuted? Translucent. Your face went white, shoulders slumping down, head spinning and on verge of tears. Even though you hated the seven, you hated what they actually did, you hated the company their worked for, they still were the people you kind of grew up with. The people who raised you, shaped you. Besides he had a wife – ex wife, but still – and a son! And you knew them yourself. You leaned against the wall to not loose your balance and fall down. A lump formed in your throat and you were unable to form words for a short while.

„Please... Please don't tell me it's Translucent... "

You choked out. Their faces said everything and they didn’t have to answer. You turned to the wall and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, then wiped your eyes and straightened yourself before turning back.

„Gimme the key”

Frenchie threw you the key and you quickly unlocked the cell, then shut the door behind yourself. You kneeled down in front of the cage and shot Translucent a soft smile.

„Helios?... What are you doing here? A-are those motherfuckers keeping you hostage too?... "

The man said while appearing to you and you could hear the hurt in his voice.

„Y-yes... Yes they do... "

You lied with a sigh and flopped down.

„Haven’t seen you for a long time... Stillwell said you died of a heart attack, but I knew that was bullshit. Maverick misses you, you know... We all do... "

His words brought warmth to your heart and made tears spill from your eyes. You chuckled softly while wiping them away. You knew it wasn’t a 100% true, but it still was nice to hear it. Aside the fact that he paraded around Vought tower naked most of the time, Translucent was really a nice and smart guy. He was the one to help you with your homework, whenever you needed it, and the one to tell the actually funny dad jokes. You had to admit you missed those nice moments from the tower.

„I promise I'll visit him one day. But now you need to understand... If you won't tell them whatever they need, sooner or later they'll find a way to kill you... "

„They already did... "

„Wha-"

Translucent’s statement made your heart skip a beat and body freeze. You could never think they could be that smart to actually find a way to kill him. What could it even be? Wasn't he indestructible after all?

„They put a bomb up my ass... "

„They... They did what?! Oh my god... I think I'm really gonna have a heart attack... Just- Just tell them what they want okay? "

You shot up and rushed out of the cell furiously. After shutting the door you stomped up to Butcher, grabbed the collar of his shirt and shook him.

„Excuse me?! What the actual fuck?! Why did you put a bomb in him??! "

„Big brain, ain't we? "

He smirked down at you earning a juicy slap across his face, with all the strength you had, almost knocking him down.

„I like you... Rough, but... That was too much Sugar... "

Billy mumbled while scrambling off the floor. The boys chuckled at the miserable state of Butcher in your presence but you quickly shut them up with just one look. It would be an understatement if they said they were scared of you. As much as you wanted to shout your guts out at the men, tell them they are crazy psyhopaths, that their out of their minds and that there are other options to deal with that, you knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you'd burst out and reveal the truth about your life. And then, knowing Butcher, they would really keep you hostage and use as a bargaining card.

„Listen Buttercup... You know well how we deal with that. Ya helped me do that after all. So don't say you're surprised. He saw our faces, which means he'd spill out, which means – he has to die. Want me to spell it out for ya, Miss smarty pants? "

You huffed, steam blowing out your ears. But then you remembered something.

„And how are you gonna deal with Homelander? He'll hear the explosion, come here and kill ya”

„We'll sic ya on him "

That grin... That sick grin you both hated and loved appeared on his face. After a few more minutes of the quarrel -when in meanwhile Frenchie and M.M. stated that you act like an old married couple - you heard cars pull up.

„Vought "

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After dealing with Vought and Homelander you heard a loud boom in the basement. Hughie. You literally flew down stairs and the sight made you sick. The cell was opened, Hughie stood in the middle of the blood and guts stained room, his heart thumping like crazy, the detonator in his hand.

„What... What have you done... "

A whisper escaped your lips before you almost puked. You tried to run back upstairs but your had spun so bad you were hitting the walls. Finally out of the building with M.M's help, you gripped onto a trash can and vomited your insides out. The man held your hair up and rubbed your back until Billy came to change him. He felt bad you had to see that, as that was the most gruesome thing you saw while working with him.

“And you're... You're surprised I hate working with you... "

Sighing you looked up at him. Makeup smeared all across your face, cheeks wet from tears that were still slowly falling down. You looked terrible, but for him... For him you looked beautiful. You always did.

„M’sorry... I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have ever asked you for any help... “

You shot him a confused look. He never truly apologized to you, never. Shaking your head you fought the urge to embrace him and ignored his sad puppy look.

„Call me when you done cleaning. I'll get rid of the remainings”

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You never thought you’ll find yourself at the Believe Expo ever again. A much as you loved going there when you were young, learning about God and the believes and meeting new people, now you hated the only thought. Walking around dressed all black, sunglasses resting on your nose and a hood on your head, wasn’t easy. It was so hot you were practically melting, but you couldn’t take your disguise off or someone would recognise you. A lot of people actually knew you there, starting from the bodyguards, through priests ending at sellers. Going there was a huge risk nonetheless, but you couldn’t let the boys go alone. They had no idea how to behave at such place – especially Billy... With hands in the pocket of your hoodie, Milk and Billy on your either side with Hughie in front, you strode through the square full of stalls, surrounded by various young and older people. Everytime you passed a stall full of stuff with your father’s face on, an uncomfortable shiver run trough your body and you felt as if someone was watching you.

Soon a young, blonde girl came to your sight. Starlight was her name, if you remembered right. She was so much like younger you and despite being the newest member of the seven you bet she was Homelander’s favourite. Hughie left your group and quickly joined her, then the two walked away.

‘’They look cute together’’

You admitted with a soft smile which dropped the moment you heard Butcher argue with one of the sellers. Rolling your eyes annoyed you motioned to M.M. to pull him away, while you apologize.

‘’It’s okay dear. It’s good thing that you took your dad here. May God have mercy on him’’

The older man said with a warm smile while you just nodded and run away. We’re you really looking like Butcher’s kid in that attire? You hoped not. Just as much as you hoped he didn’t hear the man’s words.

‘’I may not be your dad, but I sure can be your daddy’’

Billy smirked down at you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling close. He heard everything perfectly and you couldn’t fool him.

„You wish”

You hissed but didn’t pull away to Butcher’s surprise.

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When the time came your father flew to the stage and started his stupid speech. His words made you shiver the whole time, making Billy question your behavior. When the speech came to an end you took of your sunglasses, Homelander's sight immediately falling to you, as if he knew you we're there, your eyes piercing through each other with hatred and sadness. John noticed the dark haired man glued to your side and frowned. Was hooking up with his victim’s husband a way to angry him? A way to remind him of what he did? He had no idea, but was more than keen to find out. And you were more than keen to angry him even more. You already had a plan. While Hughie managed to snuck into a meeting with Ezekiel, thanks to Annie, you sent Milk off to look for something. In meantime you dragged Billy into a staff tent behing Ezekiel’s. The man looked at you confused before you pressed yourself against him, your lips attacking his.

‘’Woah ,woah, woah... What’s gotten into ya Moonie?’’

He asked after pulling away, which doesn’t mean he didn’t kiss back - quite the contrary – he kissed back even more passionately than you did. That’s when you started to have a weird feeling it was a bad idea to begin with, but decided to continue nonetheless.

‘’Well... Thought you could show me what a great daddy you can be’’

Biting your lip your hands traced down his torso slowly unbuttoning his - what everyone except of you would call - ugly hawaiian shirt.

‘’Here? Didn’t thought America’s sweetheart could be a little perv-’’

You cut him off by harshly pulling his chest hair. He winced a little but soon a smirk came back to his face.

‘’Okay, okay... Whateva you wish for princess’’

Leaning down he captured your lips. This time the kiss was more hungry, as if he was starved of you. And he was. After the second kiss his lips met your neck and left a trail of hickeys down to your collar bone. Huge palms gently gripped your asscheeks picking you up and placing down on a table nearby. He got rid of your hoodie with one swift motion and stared at your full breasts afterwards. You bit your lip softly, his only gaze making you wet, and unclasped your bra letting it fall down to the ground.

‘’God dammit Doll...’’

He groaned before attacking your chest with his plump lips. His beard tickled your skin and left red, itchy marks, but you couldn’t care less as you indulged in pleasure.

When Homelander was about to baptised people he could hear rustling and moans coming out of the tent behind the one he was in. He stared into the wall while Ezekiel talked, his brows furrowing deeply when he noticed your immoral actions through the thin material, thanks to his super vision. His heart started to beat faster with every second of watching Butcher staining you with sins, the vain on his forehead about to pop. You knew well he was watching you, that was the whole plan, otherwise you wouldn’t let Billy touch you like that. Not yet at least. When Butcher slipped his hand inside your sweatpants and panties, pressing his thumb to your aching clit you moaned out quietly.

‘’Mmm... Daddy... ‘’

Your words made Homelander’s jaw clench, especially that now your head was turned towards him, innocent blue eyes watching him with your super vision while Billy destroyed you, and even though he wanted to stop it, save his fallen angel from the brute he couldn’t because of the situation he was in. Soon Ezekiel’s words got him out of trance. Your moans made it hard for him to focus though, and he almost drowned Hughie – partly because of that and partly because he wanted to threaten you and the boy.

Billy was really skillful for a person who allegedly didn’t have sex in a long time. His digits slowly dragged through your folds a few times, getting coated in your slick before he pushed one of them inside you easily. He groaned into your ear feeling how wet you were. Gasping into his shoulder, your nails dug into his back.

„B-Billy... W-we don’t have much time... "

You barely mumbled out after the man pushed another finger inside of you and moved them slowly. He whimpered when your hand slid down his torso to grip his growing erection through the fabric of his jeans. You felt empty when his fingers left your hole, a soft wince escaping your lips. Butcher quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants with boxers slightly down, enough to pull out his member and pull them back up in case, while you shimmied out of your own. Grabbing your hand the man brushed it against your folds, gathering your wetness, then put it around his throbbing cock giving it a few pumps.

„You're so big... "

You whispered almost drooling. It felt embarrassing to think of his girth in the past, but it looked just as you imagined it to. Butcher lined himself against you then slowly pushed inside, earning a little bit too loud moan from you.

„Hey, hey. I know it feels good but we can't get caught can we? "

Billy grinned and you rolled your eyes, before locking them with his when he started to move. At first it was slow and deep, hitting all the juicy spots, but after a few seconds it got fast, hectic, starved, and you didn’t mind. It felt so good that for a moment you forgot about the real purpose of your actions. You burried his face between your breasts. He kissed and sucked them leaving your nipples sore while you once again looked in the direction where your father earlier was. He was gone now though and you let a dissatisfied groaned leave your lips. Billy stopped hearing your groan and looked up at you from between your boobs.

„Everythin okay? Did I do something wrong? "

The look on his face wasn’t confused, rather worried that he might have hurt you, which he wouldn’t like to do at all cost. It was the first time you saw him so worried about you and it felt funny considering what the two of you were doing. Your heart felt warm in that moment and you laughed softly, a reassuring smile on your face as you stroked his hair.

„No, no. Everything’s alright, don't worry”

„You sure? "

Nodding you gave him permission to continue and so he did. You had to admit the sex felt really good and you kind of wished to repeat it one day but in more comfortable surroundings. It took you only a few minutes to cum thanks to Billy's ministrations on your sensitive bud, but you felt it would take the man longer to get off. For a man his age he could last quite long. You pulled away from him, his member still standing firmly after leaving your pussy, then dropped down to your knees. The moment you licked it you felt Butcher's hand in your hair, fingers intertwining with the strands and the palm softly pushing you further after you took him in your mouth. But it wasn’t the only thing you felt. The other one was your father, once again observing the two of you and your actions. The corners of your mouth lifted when you noticed him now watching you from behind the scene, that familiar look of rage once again painted on his face brought happiness to you. Billy's quiet groans and whimpers filled the tent signaling both his pleasure and the fact that he was close. You didn’t want to waste any more time and started to bob your head rapidly every time trying to take more and more of him, which was hard because of your gag reflex. Soon his cock twitched and palm pressed your head all the way down, keeping it there for a few seconds while he spilled his hot seed inside, before pulling away to let you breathe. Smiling down at you the man breathed heavily, then picked you up and placed once again on the table. He gathered himself, then after wiping your face and womanhood with a tissue he found in your pants, he pulled them back on. Excpet, he forgot your panties.

„Billy..."

You frowned and crosses your arms over your already fully clothed chest.

„What? Can't I have a little souvenir? "

Butcher grinned at you, his hands stuffing your black panties in the back pocket of his jeans. You just rolled your eyes with a small smile you couldn’t help.

„Go find Milk, I still need to do something "

You ordered which he quickly obeyed and left after one last remark of how hot the whole situation was. Shortly after he left, someone walked in. Walking around you they stopped in front, a deep frown on their face while a bright, foolish grin graced yours.

‘’Well, well, well... Who do we have here’’

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britcision · 4 months

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In honour of a combo Wednesday and then post-midnight Yule, have a WIP Wednesday friends! We haven’t seen Sam for a while and Hanukkah was early this year (finished on the 15) but we are here now!

This chapter’s already gotten intense as hell for Danny and Jason with Lady Gotham but we’ve been tragically without our resident fashionable goth (sorry not sorry Bruce) and we are definitely still a muppet movie, so enjoy Sam-Miss-Piggy creating some extra chaos behind the scenes 👀

No promises about how regular these updates will be because again, plot chapter, I like letting those drop without spoiling the reveals too much, but we shall see

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Chapter 18 part i So That Just Happened

Back in her own room on the other side of the country from Gotham, Sam Manson reclined back into giant, coffin shaped body pillow her beloved girlfriend had given her when they moved and contemplated her phone.

The brand new Wayne-chat was blowing up satisfactorily, although apparently Tim was a massive stalker too. That was probably a good thing; it meant she hadn’t actually nuked Tuck’s chances with his nerd-crush. Now they could bond over their mutual stalker tendencies.

But, did that make her revenge less effective?

It wasn’t like she was actually out to ruin his life, but she’d kinda like to leave a mark. Something that would make him think twice about letting her think he and Danny had fucking died in Gotham in her absence.

Or. Well. Gone radio silent in Gotham, which was probably actually worse because if they were dead she’d know exactly where they were.

The Wayne chat were all pretty sure Tim and Tucker were together too, and Sam’s new best friend Babs had even pulled up the feed from their living room tv somehow. Sam wasn’t exactly the tech wizard Tucker was, but… after seeing that, she disconnected her and Val’s TV from the wifi.

And settled in to remote watch Tuck get his ass kicked at Spiderheck, apparently. At least for a little while; until something else on her phone caught her attention.

It was… almost funny. While she knew she was a whole two timezones away, she’d never really felt left out before. Like maybe she should have stayed on the east coast…

Not that she regretted it, of course. She had a good job, a good school, a wonderful girlfriend who’d been so excited to get into a good school and really go to town on the business department.

(Apparently there were posters of Val’s face in the ethics classrooms. Sam refused to ask if they were golden example or dire warning.)

She was just… a long way away. Even a long portal away, and… being back with the guys, even in Gotham, made the quiet of their comfy little apartment seem lonely.

Huffing, she turned and traced her fingers through the leaves of her mimosa plant on the windowsill beside the bed. They curled gently shut at her touch, and made her smile. Just like always.

She was happy to be home. She wasn’t technically liminal enough yet that it was her haunt, but… well, for all the jokes Val made, Sam had to admit she’d put down roots. She loved her job at the greenhouses, and her internship at the botanical gardens.

She loved scaring the hell out of the dudebros in Val’s business classes who thought ethics were a waste of time. She loved sharing messages with Jazz about the boys, laughing that even three hours ahead, Tuck and Danny still couldn’t get up before them.

She was kinda considering texting Harley about Timblr too. Not like, for any particular reason; if Tim’s family weren’t gonna embarrass Tucker enough, Harley probably wouldn’t either. She’d probably think it was adorable.

Or, y’know, worrying evidence of obsession. Psych types worried about stuff like that, usually.

Sam was kinda also considering sending Harley Jazz’s number. Jazz might still be skating just on the neurosurgery side of the line, but she’d always been big into psychology. Big enough to try and double major, and only drop to major-minor after the third pre-exam meltdown.

And she could use having someone else do the shrink bit on her a little more often. Although really, for that Sam should make her a professional appointment; friends didn’t ask friends to psychoanalyze their overprotective pseudo-sisters. And Jazz could use more friends.

Jazz could use a transfer to a specialty that would let her sleep once in a while, a more stable supply of fresh ecto, and about six weeks in a meditation retreat to get the accidental telepathy under control, but more friends would be good too. And less stubborn insistence on her second try for double majors.

Maybe the switch to psychiatry full time would be good for her? Or psychology. Sam was a little fuzzy on the difference, which one Jazz was minoring in, and which one Harley did.

(Jazz’s current second major was neurosurgery, which Jazz insisted was totally less taxing alongside a neurology major because it was the same body part. She was the only person in her class attempting the double major though, so.)

Humming tunelessly to herself, Sam flicked back into the group chat. Babs was still sharing the feed… brows drawing in, Sam frowned at the little spider figures still fighting to the death. Now, she wasn’t as big of a gamer as she used to be, but she was pretty sure Spiderheck didn’t actually offer red berets.

Snorting a laugh, she flicked back out of the chat and opened a new one, adding both Jazz and Harley. All it needed was the perfect name… something that would grab both of their attention.

Obvious. Child’s play.

Snuggling back into her coffin pillow, Sam grinned down at her phone screen.

Danny Has A Boyfriend chat was live.

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And in at the last minute, Jazz! We’ll see if she shows up in person this chapter, I’m hoping it’ll be the last big lore dump before the first plot arc begins but We Shall See…

Chapter 20 is right around the corner though, and I like my divisibles of 5 so I miiiiight shoot for that Red Hood Reveal then… 👀

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Hello! I saw you do bsd x Reader it’s a mix of Taylor and I was wondering if you could do a chuuya x gn!reader with maroon by Taylor? Feel free to ignore if it’s too much but I thought it would be nice to request! :3

"So scarlet, it was maroon!!"- Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader ੈ♡˳

Warnings; wine, angst, hurt no comfort, brief references to various other Taylor songs, maybe ooc, cursing, no specified topic of argument, reader and Chuuya are both in the wrong

Description; Chuuya x reader fic based on Maroon.

A/n; god I love maroon best midnights song next to mastermind; also help I gotta memorize my affidavit for mock trial within the next 6 days but it's wtv we ball 🫡

Word Count; 3.09k (don't let it scare u pls it's not as much as u think and this is good istg u guys istg)

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You sat on Chuuyas couch, your body perpendicular from his with your legs resting in his lap. He held a glass of red wine in his hand; the dark color almost resemblant of the thicker, crimson liquid that became concentrated in your cheeks every time your name rolled off of his tongue. As you stared at him while he spoke, the walls and decor of his penthouse faded into nothing more than a blurry background.

"-but I also enjoy rock music." He finishes his sentence that you were there for, yet not present to fully hear; to dazed by his beauty to recognize anything besides the muffled sound of his voice. "Oh, that's cool, so do I. Do you like any artists in particular or..?" You ask, resting your head in your hand that was propped up on the arm of the couch. Hearing him speak was like a beautifully written symphony to you, the sound grabbing your attention and pulling you in like no other.

"Hmm..well, I like Limp Bizkit." He says, taking a sip of his wine. His legs were crossed and one of his arms was set on top of the couch. "What about you?" His head is slightly tilted when he asks this. "Well, I like Linkin Park, but Limp Bizkit is really good, too. I like Nookie." You say. His hand moves from the back of the couch to rub your legs gently as he looks into your eyes. "Yeah, that's a good song, huh?" He murmurs, swirling the wine in his glass ever so slightly. "What a contrast. Older romance songs compared to rock. I think that's kinda cute." You say, a small grin on your face. He furrows his eyebrows and blushes a bit.

"And why would that be cute?" He mumbles, his eyes squinted in curiosity. You shrug, leaning forward a bit more. "I don't know, just is." You say, reaching over to brush some hair out of his face. He smiles a bit and leans into your hand, similar to how a dog would. You find amusement in it and reach your hand up to scratch his head, and to your surprise he doesn't pull away. Instead, he hums in satisfaction and scooches closer to you, the movement making his wine splash against the rounded sides of his glass. "Mn, feels real nice." He mutters.

You pulled him into your body, running your fingers through his hair. He calmly breathes against your neck, pressing soft kisses to the open skin every now and again. After a moment, his head perks up to place a proper kiss on your lips, smiling into the affectionate gesture before getting up and grabbing a cigarette. "I'm gonna go smoke off the balcony, you can come with if ya want." He says, holding the cigarette in-between his lips while he searches his pockets for a lighter. You could tell it was more of a request than an offer from the way he scanned your face, watching for your reaction. You smiled and nodded.

You followed him out onto the balcony, taking in the scenery of the city below the penthouse. The sky above you had a dark pink color to it, other colors swirled into a beautiful mixture before your eyes. You smiled at the sight, leaning over the railing as Chuuya lit his cigarette, shielding the flame from the slight wind with his hand. He took a puff and then leaned over the railing with you.

"Soo, back on the topic of old romance songs. What artists do you like? Elvis?" You ask, staring into his pretty blue eyes, almost enchanted by the color alone. He nods as he takes another puff, exhaling the smoke into the warm spring air. "Elvis is good. I really like Celine Dion, too." He says. You hum and nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. The smoke blows the direction opposite of your face while you watch cars passing by beneath the two of you.

After a couple minutes, Chuuya extinguishes the cigarette in a nearby ash tray. "I have a bunch of vinyls if you're interested in seeing that kind of thing. Theres a lot of different artists, you'll probably find one that you like." He says, his hand snaking around your waist as he guides you inside. You smile and follow him, leaning into his body.

The room he led you to was decorated with numerous book cases, a desk, and a small table. The small table held a record player, and the records themselves were on the shelves. You found yourself awestruck by his large collection, stepping closer to the cases filled with vinyls and some other collectables from various musicians. The shelf was organized by artist in alphabetical order, which you quickly realized as you noticed all of the vinyls you were looking at were by people whose names started with D through H. Your fingertips brushed over the sides of them before you pinched one, pulling it out from in-between all of the other ones.

You observed the thin cardboard in your hands, taking in the women's face in. "Whitney Houston?" You say, flipping it over and looking at the track list. He hums and rests his head on your shoulder while hugging your waist from behind. "Do you not like her or something?" He asks, an amused tone of voice. You slide the vinyl back between the others while shaking your head. "I've just never really listened to her." You say, looking through the shelves some more.

"Ooo, here's Elvis." You say, taking 'Blue Hawaii' off the shelf and slipping the disk out of the case. You bring it over to the player and start the machine up. You start the album on 'Can't Help Falling in Love', the only song you knew well on the album, the soft tunes filling the room. You walk back over to Chuuya, grabbing the hand that didn't occupy his wine glass and playfully twirled him, which extracted a small chuckle from his throat. He sways with you, both of you smiling and giggling as you move around the rather spacious room. You step on his feet a couple of times, but you can tell he doesn't mind.

As the song comes to an end, Chuuya dips you, regardless of height difference. You both giggle a little and he presses a small kiss to your lips before you start to feel a liquid splashing down onto your chest. "Mn-" you hum, bringing the both of you upright by pushing Chuuyas chest backwards a bit. "Aw, I'm sorry doll. I'll be right back, I'll get you a paper towel." He says, setting the glass down, small droplets of wine sliding down the sides. "Oh, alright, thank you." You say, watching him quickly skitter away to the kitchen. You look down at your torso, your eyes immediately falling onto the large burgundy stain that covered your shirt.

You sighed a bit, not mad at Chuuya for spilling it, but slightly annoyed by the dampness of your skin and the cold discomfort it brought. And the stain, ofcourse, but you could feel all of that annoyance slip away when you saw Chuuya re-enter the room, paper towel roll in hand. He ripped of a piece and crumpled it up before dabbing it against your chest, trying to soak up as much of the wine as possible without smearing it. You blushed as he did this, watching his face of concentration.

You could see him trying to sneak a glance up at you as he bit down on his lip gently, finishing cleaning you up the best he could. "Do you..uhm, do you wanna borrow one of my shirts? I can toss that one in the washer if ya want...or you don't have to wear a shirt, either is fine with me." He mumbles, his eyes averted from your face. You think for a moment. "Well, I would never pass up an opportunity to wear your clothing." You say with a grin. He nods and fetches you a shirt from his large closet.

When he returns, he tosses it to you, grabbing the glass he left on the table and quickly drinking the small remainder of wine before walking out; going back into the kitchen with the cup and paper towels. You closed the door and switched your shirt from the stained one to the one Chuuya had so kindly offered. You find him leaned against the counter, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you. His head perks up as he notices your presence, holding out one of his hands.

"Here, toss that to me and I'll stick it in the washer, alright?" You nod and toss him the shirt, him catching it and walking off to start cleaning it, as he promised. He comes back quickly and wraps his arms around your waist, his colder hands snaking underneath the hem of the shirt and pressing against your warmer back. You shiver a little at the contrast in temperature, but you rest your head on top of his and sigh contently. He starts to press kisses to your neck, gently sucking on the skin a couple of times, making you laugh. "Chuuya, I can't pull up to work with hickeys. You're kissing above the neckline of most of my clothing." You say playfully.

He hums against your neck in response, trailing soft little kisses down to your collar bone instead. You roll your eyes a bit. "That works, I guess." You say, feeling him interlock your fingers with his and gently pushing you against the counter. He pulls away and observes the maroon mark, his fingers lightly brushing over it as he smirks. He pokes you gently on your collarbone before speaking. "That one is the most noticable. You're not walking around with your collarbone out like that on the daily, so you'll be fine. You can cover these up, but don't even bother with this one." He says, continuing to grin as he talks.

"Don't worry, I won't." You reassure him. You twirl his hair around your fingers before putting your hand on his neck, guiding him into a loving kiss. You hold him there for a while before you both break away for a moment to get air, only to find your lips crashing together once again. The force between the two of you felt magnetic, almost as if you were unable to pull yourself away from him, your hand sliding from the nape of his neck to his cheek. That feeling that you loved so much; that feeling in which you reveled in. The warmth of his touch and kiss was so pleasantly different from the heat of argumentative moments, which became more common the longer you stayed at his side.

You knew that deep down under that angry facial expression, his caring and gentle personality was lingering, waiting to break through again and embrace you. You could think of no other reasoning for these arguments than the two of you just not being meant to be. You firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with Chuuyas personality, sure he was a little hotheaded, but not hotheaded enough for arguments ending in yelling and crying every week. Seeing his face in his hands in the worst way possible became a common sight, although it never becoming less saddening. His shoulders lightly shook while you peered at him from around a corner after the metaphorical dust of the argument had settled.

The bed grew colder every day, your mind tricking you into feeling the calming aura his body usually emitted while he lay next to you. However, you couldn't shake the undeniable absence of your lover from your mind. You lost sleep over those arguments regularly, even when the two of you returned to affectionate terms. The nights you slept alone in the bedroom, you could feel his presence outside the door, lingering in the hallway while he thought about everything. He thought about the love you both shared, that turned out to be a like carnation or a daisy rather than a rose or orchid. A love that was initially thought of to be so beautiful turned into a treacherous slope of devastation and denial.

The devastation really settled in the morning Chuuya knocked on the door of the bedroom where you slept, tears staining your face from the night before. The only thing you could remember about the argument was that it started with the both of you agreeing to sit down and calmly talk. The 'calm talk' turned into blame shifting on both sides as to why these arguments were becoming so much more frequent. You were both in the wrong, yet far to stubborn to apologize in the moment, which is why you thought he was knocking to tell you he was sorry. However, it turned out to be quite the opposite.

"Y/n." His voice called out to you as he gently opened the door all the way. You rolled over to face him, sniffling. Your nose was still stuffy, too. Chuuya could clearly see the remnants of the argument on your face and he almost felt a pang of guilt in his heart, but he proceeded to talk. "I need you to leave."

You had never been snapped out of your drowsiness so quickly, immediately sitting upright. "What? Why? Chuuya, if this is about the argument, we can fix this, I promise I'll calm down this time-" you start to ramble a bit, but he cuts you off quickly. "We both say that every single time we fight and it is clearly doing nothing for us." He mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and pointer finger. Your shoulders slumped, you couldn't believe his words.

"Well, how about counseling?" You mutter, sadness evident in your eyes as your heart sunk to your stomach. "No, counseling is going to do no more for us than we can." Your lip started to quiver a bit, but you bit down on it as you angrily stood up from the bed, tossing the covers aside. "Chuuya, do you even want this relationship anymore?" You say, a lump starting to form in your throat as you tried to sound as serious and purposeful as possible. Chuuya only stared at you for a moment. "I think you know the answer to that." His face was serious, too. You exasperatedly huff.

"Fine. I'll leave." You say, grabbing a suitcase from the closet and laying it on the bed before rummaging through the clothing racks and drawers for as much of your stuff as you could fit. "I'll give you a minute." He says, exiting and closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with your angry thoughts. You huffed and puffed while shoving clothing and other essentials together in the black luggage, sniffling as you did so. The sound of your tears hitting the canvas made a soft 'tap' noise, which filled the momentary silence in between your sobs.

When you finished, you carried the case out of the bedroom, out of the living room and hesitated at the elevator doors. You slid the key to his penthouse off of your keyring and dropped it onto the coffee table he sat at while you waited for the elevator to arrive. He said nothing to you while you stood there, barely sparing you a passing glance. The wait was awkward, the silence only worsened it, making the elevator walls you had always found annoyingly boring look like the pearly gates of heaven. You leaned against the side of the small space while you waited for it to hit ground floor. When it did, you immediately looked up hotels nearby. You called a taxi and made your way to the closest one. The entire way there, you hoped and prayed for a message from Chuuya, one that asked you to come back; one that you wouldn't receive. Even though it would be very inconvenient, you would turn around from a thousand mile journey if it meant making things up with him.

Your mind flashed back to the days and nights spent with him, how couldn't he see that the happy moments you shared outweighed the negative ones by a ton? You didn't know, and it hurt you to think about it any longer. You wiped your tears before stepping out of the vehicle and renting a hotel room. The hotel wasnt the worst thing ever, which was great because you were nervous about not being able to get a last minute room. You tossed your suitcase to the side after inspecting the room to make sure no one was hiding in there or anything and flopped down onto the mattress, bouncing a bit. You gripped onto the blanket and just let the tears flow from your eyes.

The only sound coming from your parted lips were groans and sobs as you rolled over, the blanket no longer muffling your cries. You were aware of how pitiful the sight of you would be to any outsider, but you couldn't help but bawl. You had just lost someone so important to you, so near and dear to your heart in the blink of an eye. You're lost in your thoughts before you can feel the exhaustion from your crying and emotional stress wash over you. This only aids you in slipping into a light, yet peaceful and dreamless sleep.

When you awoke, your first thought hit you like a bus, though. You immediately looked around in confusion before remembering you could never return to the penthouse you once considered to be home for anything other than your left over belongings. Especially not for him.

Your hands immediately fell over your face, your chest tightening as if you were about to cry again, but you were far too dehydrated for that. You were left laying on the hotel bed, so many pent up feelings but not enough water in your system to cry and not enough motivation to get up and get any. You reached over for your phone to try and distract yourself, but you would feel these emotions no matter what and you knew that. You cursed yourself for not just apologizing, even though he didn't apologize either, but none of that mattered any more. He was gone, he had left you, running from the relationship like water runs down a stream.

A/n #2; i dunno how I feel about writing angst. Oh, also, I know it's probably "that's a real fuckin legacy to leave" without a comma but the comma makes it so much more dramatic and I'm dramatic so.

That's a real fuckin' legacy, to leave.

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HORROR MOVIE NIGHT! feat. Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli

a/n: I’ll try to update slowly again to adapt myself to publish everyday again! Hellow Hellow :D a little suggestive on kaeya's and also it's a little shitty just put a random prompt generator

Diluc:

As the TV reflected a big, bloody "The End", you searched quickly the remote to turn the Devil's machine off. With a sigh, Diluc left your side on the sofa, getting up on the dark living room, unable to walk due to your fingers jailing his t-shirt.

"What?" he asks, in low tone, looking at you (or so he thinks, you're totally deep in dark). You think twice about telling him, moving your legs on the sofa, making the remote fall and almost give you a heart attack. "You're scared, honey?" he asks, still quiet voice. "Wait, I'll go and turn the light..."

"No" you cut him. "Please, don't leave me alone on the couch. You saw what happened in the film..."

He leans towards the sofa, blindly searching your lips. It might be your connection or his senses to always find you, but he's kissing you softly, making your eyes close and forget anything you've seen the last two hours that could trigger you at night.

"Nothing is gonna happen, dear." he murmurs, lips touching yours as he talks. "I'm with you."

Childe:

He enjoys good horror films, and it makes it more difficult for you to watch them. Even when he insisted that you don't have to watch them if you don't like, you still want to accompany your boyfriend to the cinema to see all the new releases and the most scary ones, the ones with night entry and midnight exit. It's cold when you put a feet outside of the cinema, with Childe sighing by your side.

"It was good, but definitely not something to take away my sleep, don't you think, pretty?" You nod, making an effort to dissimulate the trembling of your legs and your sweaty hands, and trying to repress the impulse of looking around all the time, like an owl. Childe passes his arm around your shoulders, making you quiver in fear for a second. Then, he turns around, face to face, looking at you directly in the eyes.

"Thanks for accompanying me tonight. I know you don't like this films, and still, here you are. I will never thank you enough." his eyes are serious when he speaks, his hand searching yours and his cheeks blushing, maybe for the cold weather, maybe with pure adoration. "Let's go and have dinner in this 80's style place."

Taking his hand happily, you walk by his side, but his malevolent smile makes you suspect. His hand rests on your low back when he murmurs on your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

"Like the one where they killed the couple on the film, hm?"

Even tho he laughed and apologized almost a hundred times after it, now you're at home, lights all on, waiting for your funny boyfriend to finish the dinner he promised you to cook for such a disagreeable joke.

Kaeya:

Him? Scared? How is that even possible?

"You're scared" Kaeya looks offended towards your accusation. Is 2:50 AM when the film finishes and Kaeya turns on the side light. He looks – surreptitiously – to his surroundings before he finds an accusatory finger pointing at him. His cheeks get a little blushed before his usual cocky smile appears again.

"Me? No, babe. Making that accusation only leaves to one answer: You're the one scared." Still, he keeps looks from the side of his eye to the TV, now in pause, with still the fucking "Based on real facts." that is making him feel like throwing up, crying and leaving the country at the same time.

You turn the TV off and head to bed, with Kaeya behind you, turning all the possible lights on on his way. Light is faster than the monster, or that's what he wants to believe. After all, is there something faster than the light? He feels so secure with it, like having always an invisible friend that comes quick to your call.

One of the cats – probably – on the guest room makes a picture fall from the wall. It's an usual noise – this cat has already reached 4 of the 7 drawings hanging on the cream colored walls – but still, Kaeya corrected his theory about light and claimed that the monster was faster.

"Kaeya, come on. We're not that rich to leave every single light on. Go before me and I'll turn them down as I pass, ok?" Kaeya nods twice, trice, he doesn't know how to express the genuine gratitude that that simple phrase has put inside him. Still, he shows his flirty side.

"Going first gives me a little time to undress until you arrive, be ready."

Zhongli:

It doesn't matter if you get easily scared by horror films, because watching one with Zhongli is a whole new experience. Legs tangled and a bowl of popcorn in the middle of you, while your boyfriend keeps talking as the film continues.

"Like damn, I've seen the knife on the kitchen counter 5 times already, and you're fighting with fists because you want to."

"I'll never get why when a door looks like the other ones in horror films they all open them and act surprised when the monster is inside"

"This camera movements make me dizzy."

"Do you want to get pizza for dinner?"

"It's so predictable that the jumpscare is gonna be here, oh, there you see."

Actually, you think it's just the talkative personality of your boyfriend, but Zhongli is always caring that you're comfortable while watching this type of films. You do like watch whatever they're putting on TV on Saturday's with him and, honestly, your body releases the tension and the film looks less scary with every single comment Zhongli makes. That's why at night, both hugged under the covers and his mouth resting on your neck, you talk quietly.

"Thanks for the comic relief during the film. It really makes it a lot less scary."

He kisses your neck soflty, smiling against it.

"It's done, love. I hope they start to put the good films again."

"Oh, no..." Zhongli laughs quietly, getting on top of you.

"One rich girl moves to the countryside and learns to take care of cows, must be my favorite genre."

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Romantic Feelings, For Me ? - Robin Buckley

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Summary : You have a crush on Robin and so does she but neither of you feels ready to make the first move, too scared to lose the other. Thankfully for the both of you, your best friends, Steve and Chrissy, want to help you out.

Warnings : mutual pining, happy ending, mention of alcohol (be careful with your alcohol consumption), maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my First language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 2.4k

French version

Song inspiration : Disaster by Conan Gray

“This could be a disaster, Steve ! A huge disaster ! Why did you have to invite her ? I had everything planned and you’ve ruined everything by inviting her to your damn party.” Robin exclaims while giving plastic cups to Steve.

“On the contrary, I’m giving you a little help here. You’ll be able to confess your feelings.” he replies, setting the cups on the table in front of him.

“At a party full of the populars from your year and mine ? Surrounded by drunk people ? I don’t think so ! There are so many factors that make me believe it is a lost cause. Do you need me to remind you of all the scenarios ?”

“No, you haven’t stopped telling me all about it since I told you I had invited Y/N tonight. I got it.” Steve refuses before going to the kitchen to get the alcohol.

“It doesn’t look like it.” she keeps saying whilst following him, all agitated, “Besides, I’m still not sure if she’s attracted to me.”

“Do I need to remind you last week you asked me if it was totally platonic for her to call you, like, every night ? I’m saying it again, it is not platonic.”

“Maybe she does this with Chrissy too ? What do we know ? It’s her best friend, it’d be rational.”

“Sometimes you stay on the phone 'till midnight, trust me, she doesn’t have the time to do the same with Chrissy.”

“Ok, let’s say you’re right and that, by some sort of miracles, she is attracted to me,” Robin starts, making Steve sigh, “what if she ends up freaking out along the way and then we lose everything we’ve been building the past seven months ? And what if the moment I say ‘I love you’, she doesn’t say it back and that ruins everything as well ? Did you think about that ?”

“You should tell her you like her before thinking about the moment you’ll tell her ‘I love you’.”

“I prefer to think about every scenario before jumping in with both feet.”

“The problem is, by overthinking, you’re gonna destroy the relationship yourself.” Steve retort, looking his best friend in the eyes. “You should still test the water tonight and if she’s receptive then good for you, if she isn’t, just say you’ve been drinking too much and you didn’t express yourself correctly. It’ll go smoothly like this, trust me.”

“Trust you ? You, Steve Harrington, who go from one date to the other without it going any further ? I don’t think-”

“Trust me on that one.” he cuts her off, exasperated. “I’m telling you, the feelings you have for Y/N are reciprocated. Stop stressing about it.”

Steve gives Robin a reassuring look. She finally lets go of a sigh, like to signal she accepts her fate. Robin isn’t fully convinced by Steve’s words but they still help her to reduce her stress. A bit. Robin finishes helping Steve to prepare the party, letting her anxiety about you in the back of her mind.

When the party starts, Robin enjoys herself with the other guests. Tired to dance after five songs, she goes into a corner of the living-room, a drink in hand. She tries to catch her breath when John from her Algebra class comes to her and starts talking with her. Not knowing what he wants, Robin answers him. As the conversation goes by, she becomes more and more uncomfortable as she sees John slowly getting closer to her. She’s searching for an excuse to leave the room when she hears your voice calling her name.

“I’ve been looking for you !” you say, putting your hand on Robin’s forearm. “I need your help, can you come with me ? Sorry John, but it’s a girl emergency.” you specify with an emphatic look.

“Oh, yeah, no problem.” he stutters, blushing, “I need to go to… I mean, Bye, Robin.”

“You looked like you needed some help.” you slowly chuckle when you’re away from John.

“Thank God, Y/N. I didn’t know how to get out of this situation. I like you !” Robin says without thinking and making you smile.

“You like me ?”

Hearing your question, Robin’s eyes go wide as she panics. She pretends to cough and search for a solution to resolve the situation.

“Yeah, like a friend, I mean, you know. Sorry I think I’ve been drinking too much. Did you just arrive ? Want to drink something ?” she changes the subject, avoiding your gaze.

“Yes, thanks.” you accept and Robin starts walking in front of you, but you hold her back. “Robin, I like you, too.”

Upon hearing your sentence, Robin stays put in place for a second, not knowing how to act. You end up taking her hand and guiding her to the table with the drinks to pour you a glass while Robin gets a grip on herself.

During the whole party, you stay together, enjoying each other’s company. At some point, you’re really close and yet none of you know if you should understand something out of this situation. From afar, Steve and Chrissy look at you both, completely desperate. They see none of you dares to make the first move whilst you’re both waiting for that. If there weren't that many people, they would’ve forced you to get closer to make an end to your lack of action once and for all. That night, they promised to themselves to do something to help you both, you deserve your cute little romance.

Determined to help Robin, Steve decides to take advantage of a day where he has to get Dustin from school to talk with your best friend. He waits, leaning against his car, until he sees Chrissy walking to her vehicle. He takes a deep breath and trots towards her.

“Chrissy, hi !”

“Oh, hey.” Chrissy answers, stopping in her tracks. “You’re here for Dustin ?”

“Yeah. Actually, I also wanted to talk to you about something. I wanted to know if Y/N had a crush on anybody at the moment ?”

“Why do you want to know that ?” she questions with a questioning look.

“Because I…,” Steve stutters, looking for an excuse, “Actually, I wanted to ask her out and I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.”

“Oh.” Chrissy exclaims, taken aback, “Well, you did the good thing by asking me because Y/N has a crush on someone else so it’s not going to work.”

“Don’t worry about it, at least I tried. Do I know the guy ?”

Chrissy notices Steve tries to play it cool but sees behind his question there's something else. She quickly guesses, just like her, Steve has had enough of seeing you and Robin beat around the bush without doing anything.

“Yeah, you know them very well but I won’t give you their name or I’d be a terrible best friend.”

“I get it. Do you know if she’s gonna try to make the first move with them ?”

“Not sure. She’s afraid it’s unrequited even if I’m sure it isn’t. Since your party I've been trying to give her enough courage to have her confess her feelings.” she admits and Steve nods.

“I get your frustration. Robin is also attracted to someone and she’d rather imagine all the worst case scenarios instead of asking them on a date. If the person she’s attracted to doesn’t make the first move, I think she’s going to wait for a long time or miss her chance.” he informs with an insistent look.

“I hope it won’t be the case. I need to go.” she states before leaving without letting him respond.

Steve waves at Chrissy whilst she fastly gets in her car. Chrissy doesn’t waste a second and drives to your home with a big smile on her face. As for you, you’re at your desk, focused on your History homework when someone opens your bedroom’s door loudly. A hand on your chest, you turn around and see Chrissy.

“You want me to have a heart attack or what ?”

“Steve asked me if you had a crush on him !” Chrissy exclaims as if it was breaking news.

“And it's good news because…?”

“I told him you’re attracted to someone else.”

“Chrissy !” you retort with your eyes wide open.

“I didn’t mention Robin, promise.” your best friend quickly specifies, making you sigh of relief. “I just said you have someone else in mind and you don’t know how to confess your feelings.”

“Still don’t know how this is good news.”

“It is good news because he talked to me about Robin ! He told me she’s also attracted to someone but doesn’t know how to make the first move. He totally implied Robin has a crush on you. You should’ve seen his face. You were waiting for your sign, there it is ! Go to Robin and ask her out on a date now.” Chrissy orders pointing at your bedroom’s door.

“No.” you contradict, panicked, “Your conversation with Steve doesn’t prove anything. Maybe you interpreted it wrong.”

“I swear I didn’t ! Besides, at the party, Robin did say to you ‘I like you’, didn’t she ?”

“Like a friend, yes. Don’t forget that part.”

“Maybe she said it ‘cause she panicked ?” Chrissy suggests and you shake your head.

“She still said it quickly while I had a big smile on my face.”

“It’s unbelievable to nitpick like that !” she mumbles. “Y/N, during the party, I watched you and Robin and she’s totally smitten by you. And even though Steve didn’t say it, I’m sure he saw the same thing as me so get up from your chair and let’s go to Family Video !” Chrissy commands, pulling you by the arm.

With a sigh of exasperation, you follow Chrissy who’s dragging you to her car. The whole ride, you try to make her change her mind however she stands her ground and parks in front of Family Video. You sink a bit more in the passenger seat but Chrissy opens the passenger door from her seat.

“Y/N, I know you’re worried about it but believe me, Robin has feelings for you. I wouldn’t be making you do that if I wasn't sure.” Chrissy affirms with her soft voice.

“But I had planned everything !” you complain, “I had planned to wait a bit more just to be sure she was attracted to me and some weeks after that, I would have asked her out. If I do it now, everything will be ruined ! It’s too early !”

“By waiting too much, you risk ruining it before it begins. You’ve been waiting for seven months, don’t you think it’s long enough ?”

You look at your best friend before sighing in frustration because, deep down, you know she isn’t fully wrong.

“You’re right but what if-”

“Stop with the ‘what if’s and go get your girl !” she cuts you off.

Chrissy shoves you, forcing you out of the car. You close the door and start walking toward the entrance of the store. You run your clammy hands over your jeans when a forty years old woman gets in front of you and opens the door. She holds it for you and you thank her before entering as well. Stressed, you run to hide in one of the aisles, hoping Robin nor Steve have seen you. The woman gives back her tape to Steve before leaving without renting a new movie. When you hear the door close again, you breathe slowly, hoping to get a grip on yourself. You try to give yourself some encouragement to get out of your hiding spot and go talk to Robin when you hear her voice. You can’t make out what she’s saying but you can guess she’s panicked because she’s speaking very fast to Steve. You get closer to them while being silent and you finally can understand what she’s saying.

“Steve, I’m telling you it means nothing.” Robin objects.

“She said she likes you, too, right ? And contrary to you who lost your nerve, she didn’t specify ‘like a friend’.” he retorts.

You get a bit closer and you can finally see Robin who has her back on you whilst Steve is in front of her. Robin runs a hand over her face before responding.

“Maybe for her, her ‘I like you’ was hiding a ‘like a friend’ as well like I had said it just before ? Steve, I’m not 100% sure.”

“With what Chrissy implied, you can’t have any more doubts. Y/N hasn’t said anything yet because of the same reasons as you, she’s nervous about it so go talk to her today or do it on the phone tonight if you’re too scared to do it face to face.”

“You’re right, I’m gonna go to her and suddenly say ‘Actually, I have feelings for you, romantic feelings, wanna go out with me ?’ Yeah, sure, it’ll work.” Robin exclaims sarcastically.

“You have feelings for me ?” you question, getting out of your hiding spot.

“Please, don’t tell me Y/N is behind me.” Robin whispers.

“Good luck, Robin.” Steve smiles before walking away.

“You have feelings for me ?” you repeat and Robin turns red.

“What ? No, it’s not that. You misunderstood me. I was talking about someone else-”

“You’re a terrible liar.” you interrupt her, laughing slowly, “Robin, I have feelings for you too.”

“You do ?” she asks, shocked.

“Yeah.” you confirm, avoiding her eyes for a second, “I didn’t know how to tell you, I was imagining the worst and therefore I was always finding an excuse to stay silent. It seems like I could have said something for a long time.”

“Wait, you really have feelings, romantic feelings, for me ?” she verifies.

“What wasn’t clear with what I just said ?” you retort, starting to slowly get nervous again.

“It’s just.... I can’t believe it.”

“If I asked you out on a date, would it help you believe it ?” you enquire with a smile.

“What ? Yeah, totally !” Robin accepts with eagerness.

“Great. I’ll give you the details when we call each other tonight ?”

Still confused, Robin simply nods to accept. Happy, you take one step and kiss her left cheek. When you back up, Robin blushes again. You smile at her reaction besides being glad to finally have a date with Robin, after months of being hopeful and hopeless. A few seconds later, you walk away from her and wave at her one last time whilst Robin looks at you lovingly. When you go back to Chrissy in her car, you see her raising her thumb up in the direction of Family Video and you see Steve doing the same when Robin comes to him, with a huge smile on her face.

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