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healing

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 5,445

warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??

a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333

————

November 1985

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?” 

Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make. 

“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes. 

She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”

The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”

Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table. 

“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”

Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around. 

“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.” 

Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment. 

It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down. 

You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro. 

Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money. 

But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.

There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way. 

Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are. 

You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?” 

He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy. 

When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”

He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up. 

“Hey. Glad your test is over?”

That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”

You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch. 

“You have work today?”

Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment. 

Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge. 

“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.” 

You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”

The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her. 

“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say. 

The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is. 

“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice. 

“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.

“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation. 

Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek. 

Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it. 

“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”

“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”

Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together. 

Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale. 

He smiles at her, and El considers that a win. 

You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door. 

He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do. 

When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do. 

Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger. 

He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side. 

“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him. 

He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?” “Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him. 

“Besides what?” 

You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself. 

Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless. 

“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again. 

“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it. 

“You know what.”

“I want you to go.”

“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”

————

The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there. 

Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims. 

She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom. 

Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…” 

You and Billy. 

You and Billy Hargrove.

Sharing a room. 

Sharing a bed. 

Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall. 

“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything. 

“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”

That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”

You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?

Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?

“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”

He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”

He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them. 

“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”

You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh. 

“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”

You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that. 

“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you. 

You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”

Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether. 

“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”

You nod your head, and try to move back from him. 

Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”

You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”

Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win. 

“Really?”

He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back. 

“Yeah, baby.”

Baby. 

It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”. 

And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.

“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”

“Mhm. Thought so.” 

This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.

“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.

When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips. 

You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind. 

You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them. 

Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one. 

“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.” 

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.

————

Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out. 

“Right hand blue.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”

Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card. 

“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don’t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”

“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger. 

He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can. 

Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask. 

He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.” 

“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”

“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass. 

“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”

You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder. 

“Something funny over there?” Steve questions. 

You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”

His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”

Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either. 

The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing. 

It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way. 

————

You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you. 

You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in. 

He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you. 

When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own. 

You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this. 

He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.

“C’mere then.”

You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”

“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”

“Billy.”

“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side. 

Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined. 

He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?” 

“Yeah.” 

Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?” 

“Yes.” 

He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.

Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before. 

He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him. 

“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.” 

You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck. 

“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break. 

“You’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”

He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous. 

It’s just me. 

“Do they hurt at all?”

Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean. 

“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”

You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed. 

He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them. 

“Goodnight, Billy.”

He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop. 

“Goodnight, baby.”

————

When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.

Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look. 

You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in. 

Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on. 

Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction. 

You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble. 

“Sleep okay?” she asks. 

“Mhm. You?”

“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.” 

You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up. 

“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”

You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”

“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”

You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”

“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet. 

“Oh my god.”

“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”

“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”

“Or lack thereof,” Robin says. 

“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.” 

Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.” 

He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being. 

“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”

————

Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water. 

It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down. 

It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool. 

You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water. 

“Whatcha doin’?” 

Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you. 

“That sounds nice.”

“Mhm.”

“I can go back inside, if you want.”

Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does. 

“Okay.” 

He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do. 

“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”

“I understand, Billy.” 

You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see. 

“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say. 

“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”

He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water. 

Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with. 

When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest. 

He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child. 

“You motherfucker!” 

You get him back, and he’s laughing. 

Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.

You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder. 

“Billy!”

“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water. 

You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating. 

When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so. 

“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it. 

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”

You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it. 

He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them. 

He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.

Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.

It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks. 

When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.

Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.

“I’m in love with you, you know.”

“I know,” you respond.

He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat. 

“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”

“Damn right you are.”

You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you. 

“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy. 

“So much for that,” Billy says.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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“I’m regretting this, Billy.”

“Stop whining.”

Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this. 

“Get off.”

“No.”

“Get off, please.”

“Make me.” 

There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.

He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”

And you’d do it again. 

“Didn’t work, did it?”

“No. Shut up and take it.”

By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.

You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content. 

He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up. 

He’s never had this before.

Hell, you’ve never had this before. 

And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro. 

You’re healing him. You. 

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[funkynumaki]

Identity V fingering headcanon (PT.1 (?))

Characters included; Luca Balsa, Andrew Kreiss, Mike Morton, Victor Grantz

A/N: this is my first post + my first time writing smut so I apologize if it's not the best!

Warning: fingering (g), praise (r, g), dacryphilia on Andrew and Victor's!, dom!reader x sub!characters

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|| Luca Balsa

- when you first brought it up he'd be surprise, but he's thrilled to try it out.

- the first time, he'd fidget a lot trying to get used to the feeling of your fingers inside him but when he's comfortable enough he's really into it.

- he wouldn't even hide his noises, it really shows how much he enjoys it.

- "are you sure you're okay with this?" You ask, still a bit uncertain. Giving him a chance to back down if he's uncomfortable with it. But, instead Luca nod looking at your lube covered fingers as it line itself on his hole. ".. Yeah.. Go on" He said, already out of breath. You nod at his approval, your finger find themselves sliding inside his hole. You could almost immediately feel him clench around you as his grip tightened. "F-fuck-..." He let out a small moan at the feeling trying to get used to it. He leaned his head to the crook of your neck, his dick throb at the sensation of being filled by your fingers. "Did it hurt?" You ask, willingly to stop if the pain is unbearable for him. Your fingers stopping their movement inside him. "Yeah.. A bit.. Don't stop. Please.." He whine when he feel your movement stopping inside him which followed by your smile of relief that you didn't hurt him. Your fingers pick up its pace again with each passing second he grow more and more comfortable with having your fingers inside of him. Starting to let out louder breathy moan as he lean in to get more contact with you.

"O-ohh fuck-! Please.. S'fuckin-good-..!"

|| Andrew Kreiss

- would be very hesitant, so getting him comfortable enough to agree will need a trustful relationship.

- he's so sensitive, he has no experience with any intimate moment so it's best if you start slow with him.

- the first time he feel your finger inside him, he's already shaking from pleasure. Moaning and whimpering your name while at the same time trying to covered his mouth to prevent himself from making noise.

- "a-ahh... Ple-ase-.." He whine as your finger continues to thrust in and out of his hole. Your movement is still slow and gentle, as he hide his face on the crook of your neck. Trying to mask the noises that's about to fall from his lips. "Please what, love? I want to hear you say it.." You cooe in his ear, your tone can be heard as a need for him to just tell you his desire that he's been trying to mask. Andrew's dick twitch as he feel your finger slowly starting to thrust a bit faster. "I- need y-you.. Please... Ne-need you s'bad..!" He begged feeling you fasting up your movement. His head fall back as he let out a soft cry. "Does it make you feel good, love?" You smirk feeling him clench around your fingers not wanting to lose contact to it. "Use your words" You whisper in his ear, reminding him.

"Y-yes... Love it-love it s'much--! Please... I-i need it-"

|| Mike Morton

- he was actually the one who brought it up, mostly because he had been edging in his seat to ask you to try it with him since forever. Which of course, you agree.

- feeling your finger inside him, he'd let out a choked moan. He was expecting it to feel good, but not this good.

- would buck his hips to get more sensation of your finger inside him.

- "oh shit..-" Mike let out a choked moan as he throw his head back, your finger sliding in and out of his hole in a faster pace than before. "You enjoy this way more than I expect you to" You whisper in his ear, loving his reaction. Mike mosn loud as he lean in closer to you, his teeth sinking on your skin. His body shake from the pleasure. "S'good-! Fu.. Ck-! Please-please-!m-more-nh" He whine out, bucking his hips lower to get more friction from your finger, watching his desperate plead you chuckle. Mike lean in closer to you wrapping his hand around your shoulder as he nip your neck. His mind too clouded to form an actual sentence. You smile fasting up your pace, your finger brushing against his prostate "Beg more then, love" You cooe softly.

"Please-pl-ngh-ease.. -! Want you s'bad--! S'good-..!a-ahh--"

|| Victor Grantz

- he was surprised when you ask him to try it, but there's almost nothing Victor wouldn't do for you.

- he's eager to please you, so when you decide to change up a notch and please him he was taken a back, but he'll do it as long as it makes you happy.

- he wasn't expecting what he just feel being fingered by you, the way his mind starts to get numb. And how it felt so good he can't even registered it for a moment.

- "aww.. Look at how adorable you are like that, f'me?" You cooe, trailing kisses on Victor's neck to his collarbone. If it was possible, there would be small hearts flying on top of his head, he was at pure bliss. "S'good... I-ilove-yo-mu.. Ahh--! Ch!" He cries out, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as your finger thrust deeper. "Be a good boy for me and tell me how much I'm pleasing you, right now, why don't'cha?" You grin, nipping on his neck, leaving some love marks on his neck. His head thrown back, as he arch his back when your finger brush against his prostate. "S'good.. Please-- L-love.. You-so mu-angh--!" You chuckle at his attempt at forming a sentence. Teasing him even more you lean in closer to his ear. "What's that? I don't bear you the first time, love"

"Ple-ahh-! It's s'good.. -you're s'good--! I-loveyou.. so-mahh-uch...--!"

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[creamecafe]

Dating Gilbert Blythe Would Include...

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Pairing: Gilbert Blythe x GN!Reader (No pronouns)

Warnings: sfw, fluff, mentions of sexual harassment

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• This boy is head over heels for you

• I mean absolutely whipped

• The day he first saw you he knew that he would want to be yours

• He wakes up early every morning just to go to your house to walk to school together

• The only mornings that he doesn't go to your house if he's sick or if something comes up with Sebastian

• Comforting him when his father dies

• Defends you from bullies and sexual harassment from guys whether walking in town or in school

• "My, my, look here Tommy. This sure is a fine one. Hey lady/gentleman! What's your name?"

"What did you say? Back off they're already taken"

• He'll get into fights for you

• Like a LOT of fights

• Loves holding your hand a lot

• A huge gentlemen

• His father and Sebastian raised him right

• This man opens doors for you, compliments your dress/suit, hair, etc.

• Knows your favorite tea, dessert, fruit, color, book, etc.

• This boy knows everything about you

• When you're not around him, all he does is talk about you and Sebastian is kinda fed up with it but can't help be happy he has someone like you

• "Y/N read this beautiful poem in class. Their voice was just soothing. Oh did I also told you that Y/N is crazy smart? Wait Y/N is..."

"Gilbert, if you say one more thing about Y/N, I might throw my head in the burner."

• They both laugh together

• Everything you could ask for in a guy

• Consent is everything for him

• Is grateful for you in his life and couldn't ask for anything or anybody else

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[anonymous-rendezvous]

Redamancy

💛 Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.

✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, spicy 🔞

✦ — Word count: 5.8k+ | Ao3

redamancy | pronunciation - ‘red-a-“man-sE(n.) the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in full. — After a night out with friends, Luca can’t stop thinking about his relationship with you. You are his world and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. But he can’t help but wonder, would you want to take your relationship a step further?

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“Wait–wait,” Mysta’s eyes blink repeatedly, eyes hazy with alcohol. “Wait. You’re telling me the two of you have been together almost a year and haven’t had sex yet?” From across the table, the mafia boss's hands twitch, eyes locked anywhere but on his friends. 

“Mysta.” Ike immediately chastises the detective, shooting him a disapproving look.

Said brunette nearly yells back, “What!? I’m just surprised! Yeah, they’ve been in a relationship for a year, but he’s had feelings for them long before that. Hell, he’s known them longer than most of us have!” Blue eyes lock back onto the large blonde. “To be clear, I’m not like judging or anything. Just curious. Have you ever asked or talked about it?”

The novelist shakes his head, sighing at the direction this conversation has taken. “There’s always the chance they’re on the ace spectrum, Mysta. You can’t just assume these things.” He raises his drink to his lips. “Or it could just be something neither of them is interested in. Not everyone is interested in sex.”

When Luca finally raises his eyes from the table, ears all red, he finds Shu silently watching him. “We can change the subject if you don’t want to talk about it.” He sends the sorcerer an awkward smile, raising both hands as he starts to speak.

“No, no! It’s, uh it’s fine! We’ve just…” His eyes dart back down to the table again, his face no doubt red as his flush refuses to go away. “We’ve never really talked about it. And I didn’t–.....” Luca paused as he reflected on of his next words. “I didn’t want to seem disrespectful, ya’know? So I figured if they ever wanted to discuss it, we would.”

The Brit across the table scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Oh please, you’re incapable of being disrespectful Luca.” He raises a hand to point a gloved finger at the blonde, lips curling into a teasing smirk. “Himbo.”

“What!... I’m not a himbo!” Luca immediately denies. “I’m mean and evil! A big scary mafia boss! I'm not a himbo...” He pouts, eyes looking off to the side as his last statement trails off. 

“I mean… you do check off all the credentials though…” Shu smirked into his glass, trying his best not to choke on a laugh as the blonde’s head turned quickly in his direction, shooting him a betrayed look. “Just saying!” Ike shakes his head with a laugh. Taking pity on his friend, decides to move the topic to the new series he was reading, making the aforementioned mafia boss extremely grateful as the topic finally shifts away from his sex life. Or rather lack, therefore of. Relaxing back into the faux leather of the booth seat, he cradles his drink between his hands, crossing one leg over the other as his eyes trail around the bar.

They had rented the place out for the evening so that they could relax and share a few drinks without having to worry about being recognized. No matter how casually they dressed, it was hard to miss the mystical creatures that the majority of girls were; being so easily recognizable and all. Currently, those same girls were scattered in groups around the bar. Some were tucked away in booths, while the majority were enjoying themselves on the dance floor. Luca can’t help but giggle as he watches Uki quite literally drag Fulgur and Sonny to join the girls dancing; both looking extremely awkward as they’re pulled along. Lilac eyes continue their trek across the room before finally, they come to a stop on you.

He watched as you stood with Vox in front of the sound system, arguing over music choices. “No. Nonono, Vox, you don’t understand–”

“I don’t understand!? You can't simply play ‘Party Rock Anthem’ this late into the night! We either all have to be completely sober or shit-faced to enjoy that song in its entirety!” The voice demon argues.

“And yet you wanna play a song by ‘Queen’? The perfect karaoke band? How is that any different!?”

Before Vox could speak another word, Nina appeared beside the duo. “Alright babies, since I've already collected the next round by myself and you still haven’t decided on a song, it’s mommy’s choice.”

Luca can’t help but laugh as the two of you comedically groan in unison, “But Moooom!”

“Sorry honeys~”

The pair retrieve the trays from the ex-goddess before shuffling their way back to the tables. Once you set your tray down, your hand affectionately reaches up to squeeze your boyfriend's arm. "Doing okay, love?" You wondered aloud, thumb running soothing circles over the fabric of his dress shirt. It's such a simple action, yet every time you do it his heart still skips a beat. He reaches up, clasping his hand over yours before taking your hand and intertwining your fingers together. He gives a soft 'mh-hmm' drawing your hand closer before pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.

His eyes flicker up to you, "How 'bout you? You okay? Hmm?" Your expression softens further, nodding your head with a smile. A disgruntled groan draws both of your attention back to the rest of the group.

"Wow, thanks for reminding the rest of us how painfully single we are." Mysta pouts as he slumps over the table, the only one that actually looks bothered by that fact. The sound of your laughter fills the air, causing an immediate grin to tug at the blonde's lips.

"Awww don't worry Mysta! You'll find the perfect person, eventually; you're an absolute catch after all, despite what you think." You finish with a wink in his direction, which causes the detective to jokingly sob before facing Luca.

"Dammit, man! Why’d you have to steal them away first? Unfair."

Luca can't help but smirk as he leans further back into the booth. "Of course, I had to steal them away. I'm the mean and evil Mafia boss, remember? But…" Lavender eyes trailed up to lock on yours, a flush creeping over his cheeks as he pulled your still-clasped hand back to his lips. “...they stole my heart first. So it's only fair that I pay them back by stealing theirs." Mysta groans again causing Shu and Ike to laugh, the sorcerer patting the detective's back while Nina and Vox coo at the two of you.

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A couple of hours later, the pair of you stumble through the door of your shared home, hand distractedly waving the Lucub that was your Uber, goodbye. Your hand skims the wall in search of the switch as you try to catch your breath, laughter continuing to shake through you; struggling but being able to close the door with your other hand. Your boyfriend was in no better state.

"Can–can you believe it? I didn't think he would actually climb up and dance on the table!" Luca laughed, clutching at his sides.

"You literally told him he didn't have the balls to do it! You have got to stop being such an enabler!" Wheezing, you place a hand on your chest and try to slow your breathing. The blonde only laughed harder. "We're so lucky we'd rented the place out, we absolutely would have gotten kicked out!" After briefly catching your breath, you use your feet to fumble with your shoes but let out a startled sound when you're suddenly swept up in muscular arms. "Ah–Luca!"

Said man continued to laugh as he pulled you into the living room and out of the entryway, beginning to dance you around the furniture; humming a tune of his own. You struggled to keep up with his sudden movements, but not once did you attempt to stop the impromptu dance. His exaggerated movements eventually slowed before he pulls you closer to him, watching as the smile never left your face. He wraps an arm around your waist to draw you flush to his chest, the other clasping one of your hands in his. Your free hand slides up along his shoulder before resting at the nape of his neck. His face and ears are warm as he feels your fingers play with his hair softly. 

Luca continues to dance you around the room slowly before lowering you in a dip. The way you ease your body into it, trusting him fully not to drop you, sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach. For a moment he feels like he’s in a dream – the way moonlight peaks through the window, bathing your skin in a soft glow. Or maybe, he half thinks, it’s just the residuals of all the drinks he’s had. Yet he just can’t help the way he stares down at you, holding you suspended in that pose; this kind of feeling can’t only be explained away with alcohol. Only he gets to see you like this – completely comfortable in his arms. You are his, and his alone, and he couldn’t be happier with that thought. 

Your eyes flutter open, meeting his awed gaze. The enormous smile that’s been on you since he began this impromptu waltz grows gentle as you take in his expression hovering over you. That fluttering feeling intensifies as he watches the sheer open affection dance in your eyes, and he’s speaking before his brain can even properly process – his tone full of nothing but admiration, “You look amazing.”

Laughing with a hint of shyness, you parrot back at him, “You look amazing.” Your expression grows cheeky as you grip him tighter.

He lets out a little flustered laugh as he shakes his head. “No, really. You look amazing.”

His tone is so serious it catches you off guard, eyes widening for a split second before you pat his chest, letting out a small chuckle. “Okay, we’re both still tipsy.” You pull yourself up while gripping his shoulder; trying to stand up as you regain your footing. Luca quickly realizes and helps with a supporting hand on your back. Though once you’re standing properly, he gets a better look at your face – a chance to see how flustered you are by his words before you duck away, head downcast to hide your sudden rush of shyness.

“Maybe, but–” he slides his hand down your back, pulling you closer by your waist to be against him– “you really are so pretty.” His free hand reaches up to grasp your chin, leaving you no choice but to meet his eyes. There’s definitely alcohol still coursing through his system. He was rarely this bold without some of it in him. As his thumb brushes against your lower lip, his voice gets softer and deeper the longer he continues to speak. “So damn gorgeous...” He leans into you, your noses brushing as his lips ghost over yours; eyes remaining locked. “And you're mine.” His words have weight to them, and it doesn't take long for him to depict it, lips feverishly pressing against yours.

You’re barely able to let out even a sound as his lips mold to yours. Every time your lips part to catch your breath, the more his lips seem to seek yours out. Luca’s chasing yours with something toeing the line of desperation and need. Strong hands clutching at you in such a way that you knew could leave bruises if he so wished, yet his strength was something he was acutely aware of – even with his alcohol-addled mind.

His tongue brushes against your lips and there's not a second wasted before you open your mouth to him, allowing your tongues to brush against each other. You can still taste the drinks on his breath as your hands trail to tangle themselves in golden strands. Pulling out the golden clip, you can't help the content sigh, leaving you at the feeling of his soft hair falling against your fingers. Luca’s own hands began shifting, his hands sliding over your form; slipping their way under your shirt to grasp at your bare skin. The cold leather of his gloves causing you to shiver, his hold on you growing tighter. Yet you suddenly realize where the two of you have been heading, when the hand you have in his hair tugs, and a moan slips from his lips.

You attempt to pull away. However, Luca chases after your lips. “Wai–” You can’t help the noise that leaves you as Luca’s hands grope at your hips, attempting to pull you further against him. Your hands fall from his hair down to his shoulders and attempt to nudge him back. And although he makes another attempt to recapture your lips, he allows you the distance. Breathless from his kisses, you finally say, “Luca wait…” You have a feeling he’s not even aware of the whine he lets out as he finally allows you to take a full step back, his grip loosening but never fully retracting from you. “We’re still tipsy we shouldn’t–I don’t want–” You let out a frustrated breath, head foggy from both the alcohol still in your system and the intense make out you just had. “I don’t want to be tipsy the first time we’re together like that.”

Lavender eyes go from half-lidded to wide-eyed, blinking owlishly at you as the words sink in. You watch as his face shifts from surprise to an emotion you can’t quite depict, before finally settling on serious. With the firm nod he gives, you’d almost believe he was sober if you hadn't seen him down a few glasses at the bar with your own eyes; not including what you could taste on his lips. He tugs at the hem of your shirt lightly, silently asking if you’d move closer. Taking a step forward into his space, he leans in to press another kiss to your lips – much softer than the ones you shared seconds prior. This time, he doesn’t chase after you when you pull away, his eyes looking at you apologetically. 

His flush deepens as you chuckle, lips brushing against his cheek before stepping back once more, lightly patting his chest. “Okay, we should drink some water, maybe get some food in us too.” One of your hands raises to tug the collar of your shirt away from your body; almost having to peel it off your skin with how warm your body has gotten. “Definitely take a shower. I’m so sweaty after all the dancing tonight.” You say with a light laugh.

Luca smiles lazily as he watches you make your way to the kitchen. His head still feels like it’s buzzing; mind racing as he thinks about how your body felt in his hands. As he idles there, still in the middle of the room, his thoughts drift back to his earlier conversation with the boys. He can’t help the way he shifts in place, feeling a mixture of nervous excitement. The conversation wouldn’t be as hard or awkward to broach as he initially thought it could be; the previous minutes playing through his head. Luca’s eyes follow you as you amble back into the room and pass him a water bottle. A quick ‘Thank you.’ escapes his lips before he uncaps it, downing about half of it immediately. There are simultaneous ‘Ah's’ as you both finish drinking, causing the two of you to laugh.

Meeting his eyes, you tilt your head toward the staircase, eyes going between it and him. “Do you want to use the shower first? As sweaty as I feel, I don’t mind waiting.”

The mafia boss tipped his head in contemplation. His eyes mimicked yours by looking back towards the stairs before meeting yours again, mouth opening before closing in hesitation. He takes another gulp of his water before nervously stuttering out, “We–we could both take one, ya’know. Together. Bathe together, I mean.” You're not even given a second to respond before he seems to start backpedaling, shaking his head aggressively. “We don’t have to! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable! You can just take one fir–” His jaw shuts with an almost audible click as your hand rests lightly on his forearm.

“I wouldn’t mind, Luca.” You soothe, looking at him with adoring fondness. “Are you sure you’d be okay with that? I know we typically change in the same room together but…” Your sentence trails off, but he understands what you mean, anyway. He shifts his arm, positioning it so he can clasp your hand.

“I am,” He says with a firm nod, “I want to. I–you know–” He swallows as his voice starts to shake from embarrassment, pausing to collect his words. “I like taking care of you; want to care for you in that way, too.”

Now you can feel yourself growing flustered as well. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head. “Okay.” The smile you receive could rival the sun’s warmth. He pulls your hand that’s still clasped in his up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before the pair of you part ways. Luca heads up to prepare the bath, while you grab extra water bottles, making the mental note to grab clean clothes to sleep in.

You can hear the water running as you walk up to your shared bedroom, the door to your bathroom wide open. Setting the bottles on the dresser, you start digging out some comfortable night clothes for the pair of you before joining him in the adjoined bathroom. Luca already has towels set aside for both of you, along with lighting one of your essential oil candles, filling the room with the smell of eucalyptus and tea. He was currently kneeling beside the large tub, one glove removed, as his bare hand dipped into the water to test its warmth. You’ve noticed he tied his hair back, likely not wanting to get it wet before bed; remembering he took a shower before you left to meet with your friends. Setting the clothes on the counter as the blonde finally turns the faucet off and stands. Though he must have not heard you enter the room, as he nearly jumps when he turns to find you behind him. A tell of how lost in thought he is considering how acutely aware of his surroundings he normal is. 

“Oh, hi–umm…” You can practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of Luca. His hands fidget with the glove he’s still wearing before taking it off. His nervous eyes can only look at you for a few seconds before letting them settle back on the tub. He's out of his element here – unintentionally causing a standstill between the two of you. The awkward seconds you both are just standing there become increasingly long in his head as he tries to think of a way to break it. Should he just start undressing? Should he help you undress? He doesn’t get very far into the thought process before you approach him, hands gripping lightly on his blazer, deciding for him. 

“Need some help there, big guy?” He can practically feel his mind stop working, letting out a flustered noise.

“I–” He pauses, letting his brain process before continuing. “Yes? But shouldn’t I–”

Your hands help ease the white blazer off of his shoulders, letting it slip down his arms before turning and laying it nicely over the counter. When you turn to face him again, his lips are parted in surprise, brain trying to catch up with your actions. “Luca, you already do so much for me. Let me do this for you. Okay, hun?” He’s clearly still flustered, but nods his head in agreement, letting out a shaky breath as your fingers find the top button of his dress shirt. You refrain from making any comment, not wanting to cause your boyfriend to go on a tangent, but you can’t help but admire his pecs as they’re slowly exposed to you. Eyes tracing the lines of the tattoo you’ve seen a hundred times. Once it’s fully unbuttoned, Luca gives a small roll of his shoulders, helping the silky fabric slip down his arms. Before you can catch it, as it slips down to the floor, the blonde's hands move forward, lightly tugging at the bottom of your shirt. Without any preamble, you raise your arms to allow him to pull the fabric off of you.

The Mafia boss can’t help the way his eyes immediately trail down to your chest before coming to a stop at your hips. His hands subconsciously reach out and brush the tips of his fingers along them and he can feel the way your body shivers at the almost ticklish sensation before pulling his hands back as he realizes what he was doing. He’s so unsure of how to proceed, not used to being this intimate with someone. Yes, this is far from the first time he’s seen you in some state of undress. Except this was the first time he’s ever helped undress you. This is one of the very few situations where you are more experienced, Luca never having gotten this far in a relationship before. Hell, this is his first proper relationship. Though he didn't have the time to casually look for lovers when it came to his line of work. He's thankful because you even accept him for who he is, and what he does.

He’s jolted back to the present once more when he feels your fingers tug at the belt on his pants. “Can I take these off too, darling?” Luca lets out a heavy breath, not realizing he had been holding it.

“Yeah. Can I also–” He brings his hands up to thumb at the button of your pants. Giving your consent, you both undo the other pants. Once they were as far as you each could take them, you both stepped back to finish removing them until the two of you were left standing in your underwear. To speed this part up, you both removed them yourselves; placing them in the clothes hamper to clean later.

Once those were set aside, Luca offered his hand to help you inside the tub. Smiling, you thank him as you step in. A satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you sink into the warm water. Making yourself comfortable against the back of the tub, you reach your arms out – gesturing for Luca to join you in the tub. You can practically see the gears start turning inside his head, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ as he connects the dots. There’s a stutter to his movements. However, you can tell it’s from embarrassment rather than hesitation. He joins you in the bath, eyes so focused on the water it almost makes you laugh. Luca sinks into the water and makes himself comfortable between your bent knees; facing you. 

One of your hands rests on his upper arm as you ask, “Is it okay for me to wash you?” The tips of his ears are still a bright red as he gives a quick nod of approval. Picking up the small cup you keep here for baths, you fill it before pouring the cup over his shoulders. You can’t help but watch the way the water rolls over his skin, eyes tracing over his chest and tattoos. Once his skin is damp enough, you reach over to grab his body wash before pausing as an idea strikes you. “Luca, could you turn around for me? I think it’d be easier to start with your back.”

“Oh, uh, okay like–” He does his best to turn around without sloshing the water too much, making sure as well to not bump into you. Once his back is to you, he looks over his shoulder at you and asks, “Like this?”

“Mhm, perfect thank you.” Finally picking up the body wash, you pour a bit of it onto your hand. After you place the bottle aside, you lather the soap between your hands before reaching up to massage it into his shoulders. He grows a bit tense instinctively before relaxing into your touch, his eyes closing briefly in contentment. Working the soap into his skin, you ease the knots out of his shoulders. By the time you reach his lower back just above the water, he's completely relaxed under your touch. You rinse him off before placing your hands lightly on his shoulders, leaning your head forward to speak. “Lean against me, please?”

He looks at you again, a small crease between his brows. “Like against you?” When you nod, he continues. “But won’t I be too heavy?”

“No, it’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, I like it when you're against me.” Your hands gently urge him to lean back against you, rubbing small circles into his shoulders. It takes a moment before his toned back is resting flush against your chest. The warmth of his skin causing you to smile. Luca swallows, still red in the face, and if anything it grows darker. He can feel the way your heart beats against his back and it makes his own feel like it skips a beat. Not to mention the feel of your bare chest against him makes him glad that you couldn’t see his face, knowing there's no way you wouldn’t tease him relentlessly for it.

You pick up the body wash again, soaping up your hands before slowly bringing them to hover over his stomach. His breath hitches even as you just barely brush him before they fully settle against his warm skin; spread fingers dangerously close to his pelvis. When he doesn’t pull away, you allow your hands to start rubbing the soap into his skin. Your fingers edge towards his elevated thighs, swiping lightly over the place where his hips meet said skin. The effect it has on the blonde is instantaneous; letting out a shuddered breath before dropping his head back on your shoulder. His breath fans against the side of your face in quick pants as your hands massage down his thighs, digging your fingers into any soft skin they can reach. Turning your head allows you to press soft kisses against the side of his face; watching him sink into your soft touch.

Luca felt like he was melting, eyes becoming half-lidded as he relished in your touch. Between the warmth of the water, your chest pressed against his back, your mouth– your hands– you. All of you. He couldn’t help but crave more. One of his hands grasps your wrist lightly, resting there as his other hand reaches up to cup the side of your face, turning his so he can meet your lips. Feeling your smile grow against his mouth makes him kiss you deeper, hand moving to the back of your head as he takes in your lips. Luca could kiss you for hours, the taste of your lips intoxicating to him. He wanted to be engulfed in the feeling completely, drinking in the entirety of you, and only you. Of course, he’d be too embarrassed to ever tell you this to your face.

The water shifts as he turns his body towards you, the blonde’s heavy breaths fanning against your lips every time you separate from each other's mouths. He fully sits up, causing you to tilt your head up as he towers over you, your back remaining relaxed against the tub. When his kisses start to grow feverish once more, you break away with a light laugh, pressing your free hand to his chest and pulling back enough to look him in the eyes; voice hushed as you speak.

“Luca, I haven’t even finished washing you yet. Come on big guy,” Your smile widens at the quiet whine he lets out, watching him pout.

“Can I help you?” When your head tilts in question, he clarifies, “Wash you? I want to wash you too.”

“Sure let me–” Your words are cut off as Luca’s large hands grab your waist, lifting you out of the water enough to switch places with you. He settles back against the tub before setting you in his lap, facing him. You shake your head with a fond laugh. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I know, sorry, but,” He blinks, pausing to think for a moment. “This way you can finish washing me while I wash you, yeah?” His hands shift from your waist to rest lightly on the top of your thighs. “What do you think? Hmm?”

Instead of responding, you pick up the cup once more; filling it before tipping it over his chest. He takes the cup from you once you're done with it and repeats the process with you. Pouring more soap into your hands, you pass him that bottle as well before finally bringing your hands to his pecs. Although he knew it was coming, a gasp still left his lips as your hands cupped his chest. Part of yourself is slightly jealous of how soft and large his chest is – though that thought is all but overwhelmed by the content feeling of knowing that this man was yours. Your fingers dig more into the muscle, practically groping him at this point, drawing out a huff mixed with both exasperation and shyness from the blonde that's your in the midst of feeling up. “They’re not that big,” He grumbles.

“They totally are.” You snicker. He opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off by swooping in for another kiss. It’s nothing more than a peck, yet you begin trailing these light kisses from his lips to his cheek, his chin, down his throat, before finally coming to a stop over his fast-beating heart. “I’m not complaining, though. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How damn attractive you are, physically and otherwise?” He gasps as your kiss turns into a nip, leaving a pink mark over the place where his heart rests. “I’m so lucky to call you mine.”

He’s unsure how to respond to your words immediately, feeling overwhelmed by his emotions. Biting his lip, he tries his best to return to his initial task; pouring some of the body wash into his hand before setting it aside and bringing his hands to your waist. They hesitate there for a moment before he starts to massage the soap into your skin. He flinches slightly when you cup the side of his face with one of your hands, your thumb forcing his teeth to release his now-swollen lip. His hands tighten their hold on your waist and the resulting groan that falls from your lips stokes the heat twisting in his stomach. 

“You’re so beautiful.” The words are out of his mouth before he can even think. Leaning into you, he buries his face in your neck, brushing his nose back and forth against your collarbone. “So damn gorgeous.” Leaving a trail of kisses, he makes his way to your shoulder. “So gorgeous.” He mutters again. His hands slip further down, gripping the plush of your thighs. Luca feels your hand trail to the back of his neck, playing with the few short strands that have slipped from his ponytail. “You're so sweet to me. Sometimes I really don’t know what’d I do if I didn’t have you. And even if I get embarrassed and don’t have the words to give back to you, you always know how to read me like a book…” He brushes his nose against your skin once more before pulling back to look into your eyes, his gaze glimmering with nothing but pure affection. “I love you…. so, so much.”

Leaning your forehead against his, you smile warmly, returning his gaze with just as much vigor. “I love you too.”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

The two of you stay in the bath until the water starts to turn cold, wanting to get properly cleaned but also not wanting this new experience to end. After giving yourselves a proper wash, you both drain the water, reluctantly get out and dry off. Pulling on your sleep clothes, the pair of you fall into bed together, getting comfy under your big blanket. Luca takes up his usual position; lying partially on his side with you tucked into his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist while he runs the fingertips of his other hand along your back. One of your arms is tucked under your head while your free hand plays with the now loose strands of his hair.

“Would you really want to?” He suddenly asks; voice lowered into a whisper, believing if he spoke any louder, you'd somehow be overheard. You hum in question, giving him the sign to continue, “Y’know, want to be–” he stops for a moment, before looking down at you. “Do you want to be intimate with me?” 

You're silent for a moment, searching his eyes. He looks utterly serious about his question and, after a moment, as you throw his own words back at him, “Do you?”

“Y–yeah?” His immediate response is hesitant before responding again, firmer this time. “Yes.” He lets out a shuddering breath, focusing on the feel of his hand trailing over your back. “I’ve thought about it for a while, but I know I’m pretty inexperienced. I–” his eyes dart away from you as his expression grows hesitant. “I know it’s dumb since we’ve never really talked about it, but part of me was worried that it would…” His voice trails off, leaving his sentence unfinished. You, however, could pick up what he couldn’t say.

A frown tugs at your lips, wanting nothing more than to shoo those thoughts away. “Luca, please look at me.” His lips purse for a second before he meets your gaze. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss against his lips. He returns it, sighing contentedly as the tension melts from him. He’s much calmer when you pull back. “I don't need sex to have or want to be with you, hun.” You press another kiss to his lips. “I didn’t fall in love with you with the thought that I’d eventually get sex out of you. That would have just been a bonus. If you had even wanted that, of course.” You say with an easy shrug.

He swallows, before nodding, a small smile finally returning to his face. There’s a quiet moment before he whispers once more, “I’ve never done it before.”

“And that’s alright.” You acknowledge as your hand brushes his bangs back. “That’s why I don’t want to rush into any of this. Or be potentially inebriated.” Snuggling deeper into his chest, you rest your ear against his heart. The consistent thump of his heartbeat is the perfect song to lure you into sleep. “We can talk more about it tomorrow, okay? I’ll answer questions you have.” He agrees with a short hum, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I love you, Luca.”

“I love you too.” He buries his face deeper into your hair. “More than anything.”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

It might take a while, but there will eventually be a part 2. I'm just a very slow writer lol.

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Could you do the fluff alphabet with Robin Buckley?<3

Fluff Alphabet

A/N: this took awhile sorry bout that but it's here so hope you like it!(and to the person who requested Bruce, I don't write for him, sorry!)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?) Robin admires your kindness and how nice you are to your friends and strangers.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?) Robin's favorite part of your body is your hands, she loves drawing little doodles on them when she's absolutely bored out of her mind.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?) Robin is mostly the little spoon, she likes to be held but she doesn't mind being the big spoon, she loves the way your body fits with hers.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?) Robin's ideal date with you is really anything, could be a picnic in the park, late night drive that feels like forever, a movie night, etc.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?) Robin isn't one to hide away how she feels but ofc her crush on you was just embarrassing to watch(as Steve quotes) but nonetheless she will let you know how she feels anytime of the day.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?) Robin never really thought of having a family at all but once she saw you interact with Holly, she knew she wanted to have one but maybe later in life when you aren't facing monsters from another dimension.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?) Robin's pretty lousy with gift giving since she doesn't have any money so she tends to make home made gifts for you instead(and she definitely didn't ask Nancy for tips whatsoever) but when she does buy you a gift, she makes sure it's special and tries her best to not ruin it.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?) Robin LOVES to hold hands, whenever you two are together you are holding hands, and in public interlocking pinkies. She just can't keep her hands off of you and everyone knows it.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?) Robin would be all over you if you got hurt, she would be by your side 24/7 and almost never leave unless she really had to.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?) Robin always jokes around with you whether it's a inside joke between the two of you or just a simple joke she heard from Steve or Eddie. As far as pranks go, she tries to not hurt you in any of them but she does them occasionally when you don't suspect it and when you think it's the last, it isn't and it never will be.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?) Robin likes to caress your face while she kisses you whether it's a quick kiss on the lips/cheek/neck or a much longer kiss. She likes knowing you're actually there and not a part of her imagination.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?) Robin expresses her love for you through her actions if words cannot let her, she'll kiss you, hold your hand, smile at you to let you know that she's never leaving you as she doesn't plan on it.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?) Robin's favorite memory of the two of you was when you and the older teens did karaoke night and you was singing a song by Queen with Steve(while drunk), seeing her lover and best friend getting along meant a lot to her(not that she would admit it)

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?) Robin has many fears, but her absolute worst fear is getting outed. It's hard being queer in Indiana, and she's seen the things they've done to people like her, and she's always on edge, hoping she or you isn't next. She couldn't bear losing you, she would never forgive herself.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) Robin tend to ramble alot, everyone knows that. But it's about the type of stuff she chooses to ramble about such as a comic book and it's franchise, a movie with a bad ending, an analysis about two characters and why they should end up together instead of who they should end up with, even random science facts. She could go on forever and ever on the difference between effect and affect.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?) Robin doesn't really do petnames but she does like to call you honey or darling, she doesn't go all out in public.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) Robin doesn't care what you guys do just as long as she's in your vicinity and she gets to be near you, she's chill.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?) A song that reminds you of Robin would be Dancing Queen, sure it was the song that you and Steve sung while drunk that one night but it's also the song that played in the background when she told you she loved you for the first time and when she(finally) confessed her feelings.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?) Robin tells you almost everything unless it has to be a secret(such as El and the upside down) and she can't tell anyone and that(sadly) includes you, it's hurts her so much but it's for the better but they get out eventually.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?) It took you guys a longgggggg time to get together and Robin takes full responsibility for that, she was too busy overthinking to even see that you would give her longing glances and heart eyes back.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) When you're upset, Robin tries her best to make you feel better but if you just want to be alone then she gets that and she'll leave you alone until you're ready.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) Robin loves showing you off to your friends whether it's a small accomplishment such as getting a good grade on a test or something big like getting a job, Robin tells it all and she's always proud of you no matter what.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) Robin HATES the idea of you fighting, sure you can protect yourself but it still worries her when you go up against vecna or demobats, in her defense, you could have gotten rabies!

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) Robin can surprisingly read you very well, like an open book, but reading a new chapter that feels similar to the last. She can tell when you're mad, sad, anxious, lying, and ofc happy. She basically memorized all your emotions in her head so she can know whatever you're feeling in a second and how to help(if she has to).

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) Robin would go all out when trying to propose, getting a reservation at a fancy restaurant(but in the corner where no one sees the two of you), writing a speech on what to say when the moment comes but when all of that gets ruined and canceled. Robin decided to propose to you in the kitchen right right there and then when you were eating and you almost choked, but nonetheless you said yes.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) The only thing that makes Robin feel calm is you(and surprisingly meditation with all her fidgeting), Robin claims you just know the right words to say and the right tactics to use which calms her down and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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Luca x GenderNeutral!Reader [Lime]

Warning; 2nd person narration, masturbation, cum eating, just me loving when men taste their own cum.

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The Bear

A sigh leaves your mouth as you realize just how horrible this pastry looks. Baking really is not my thing, eh?. That's something that Luca has also realized, standing next to you, watching you try your hardest for the umpteenth time, giving you his best advice and encouragement, but he noticed it's just not something you're not good at.

Despite all the times you've tried this same pastry and the amount of time he has helped you with it, it just doesn't work out, which he definitely doesn't mind or upsets him, and you've come to accept that you're not cut out for it.

Even so, you do like to help Luca around the kitchen with anything simple enough for you while he's busy working on the harder stuff, and now, with him taking over what you've left unfinished, you were allowed to sit down and watch him attentively.

He was wearing a tight tank top and sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and well, it was rather hard to hold yourself back.

Even if you were only sitting for a few minutes, you stood up and walked around the kitchen island, standing behind him and placing your hands on his waist, nuzzling your face on his back, applying a little bit of pressure with your fingertips, hearing Luca chuckle and shift slightly in place.

You moved your head a little bit to the side so you could press a kiss on the exposed skin of his shoulder, your hands slowly going down to his hips, your swift fingers sliding under the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Hey~ stop that, I'm working-" Luca's words got trapped in his throat when your hand cupped his bulge, slowly stimulating him, making him release a sigh, "Love..." He whispered, feeling himself get hard under your gentle grip, his hands holding himself up on the counter, his head tilting down as his eyes stared at your hand inside his pants, quietly letting out moans and gasps with each stroke of your hand.

Your teasing hand, stroking his cock but avoiding the spots where he liked, only making him grow frustrated, his cock twitching in your hand, feeling how his underwear was getting wet with his pre-cum, making you hold back a smirk as you decided to touch him directly, pushing past his underwear and wrapping your fingers around his cock.

"Fuck..." Oh, there wasn't anything better than to hear Luca cursing between moans, it always made you want to toy with his body for as long as you could, and well, your free hand had found its way up to Luca's chest, gracing and pinching his hard nipple.

Biting his lip, Luca started thrusting his hips forward into your hand, holding tightly onto the counter, groaning as he felt your lips leaving kisses on his shoulder, followed by the gentle bites you left behind as you made your way up to the back of his neck. His cock throbbed and more pre-cum oozed from his red tip, Luca's eyes were struggling to stay open, wanting to watch your hand pleasuring him like only you knew how to.

You were the only one allowed to drive him crazy, and the only one that could make him beg.

His breath became ragged as the squelching sound your hand made around his slicked cock echoed in the kitchen, and you heard how his breath became louder, mixing with soft whines.

You pressed your lips to his shoulder, humming softly into his skin, "You're gonna cum, baby?" He nodded a few times, closing his eyes tightly and clenching his jaw, awaiting your permission.

"Yes, fuck- you gonna make me cum-" you couldn't hold your smirk now, increasing the movement of your hand and hearing him whining and whimpering as he got closer to his orgasm, "Please, I wanna... I need to cum."

You bit your lip, humming pensively, feeling how much he was dripping and how hard it was for Luca to hold back, so you decided to be a little more merciful than you wanted.

"Okay, you've been good..." Your hand on his chest reached further up to hold his chin, making Luca turn his head toward you, watching how he slowly opened his eyes, pupils blown with lust and staring at you with a pleading look, "You can cum," you whispered against his lips before kissing, hearing the muffled cry he released against your mouth as his climax coated your hand, your movements steadily slowing down to ride his high.

Luca's legs wobbled a little, and you held his waist while your stained hand released his softening cock. Slowly, you helped him turn around and lean on the counter for support as he regained his breathing.

He had a dazed look in his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips as he stared at you, only for his bright green eyes to stare at your cum-covered hand as you raised it in front of his face. You took a step forward and placed your leg in between his thighs, pressing your chest to his.

"Clean it," you muttered, feeling the cum dripping down your palm to your wrist, and Luca wasted no time in picking that drop of cum on his tongue, never breaking eye contact with you.

Well, maybe being a bad cook wasn't such a bad thing after all.

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[s-dazzlegarden]

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴

  ⠀⠀"No."

"Oh come on! You didn't even hear what we were going to ask you!"

"I know from your faces, you two are gonna ask for something stupid."

A whine and an offended gasp were hurt, making you finally turn away from the paper you were writing. Looking at the hulking build of the mafia boss wilting and the lean build of the fox detective who had dramatically raised a hand to his chest in offense, you sighed.

"Fine. What is it you two want?" Perking up, the blonde mafia boss immediately bounded up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You swore that if he had a tail, it would be wagging at an impossible rate.

Mysta slinked over, gracefully draping himself over your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder. A little too fox like at times, you steeled yourself in preparation for his request and subsequent sly coaxing methods.

"Well, we were thinking of going to visit our dear juniors at their dorms," Mysta started, letting one of his hand trail shapes on your forearm. You rose an eyebrow at what he said. There was no way that was all they wanted so you prompted them.

"And?"

"Mysta bought some water balloons so we're gonna pelt them with that!" Luca chimed in, lifting his head from your stomach where he had previously buried his face. A smack was heard behind you as Mysta facepalmed.

"LUCA!"

"What?"

"So why are you two asking me knowing I would say no especially after I heard your reasons?"

"Because they're not the only ones who want it."

A groan leaves your lips as you watch the red voice demon saunter into your room, dragging along the novelist and sorcerer. A resigned look painted on the blue novelist's face as a wary 'eyyy' left the purple sorcerer's lips.

"You got everyone in on it too?" An exasperated tone in your words, you turned to Mysta, who gulped at the close distance between your faces. He nodded slowly, a blush forming on his cheeks as his eyes darted down to glance at your lips.

Rolling your eyes, you shrugged the male off, letting him fall to the floor with a yelp as you pushed Luca off gently, standing up to stretch. As you did so, you could feel the heavy gaze of Vox as he stares at your shirt riding up.

"Did Ike and Shu consent to it?" You asked, hands on your hips as you watched the two aforementioned males dangle slightly above the floor. Vox raised a finger and opened his mouth, ready to speak, subsequently letting go of Shu who fell with an 'oof'.

"Without you three idiot peer pressuring them to." At that Vox put his finger down and closing his mouth before avoiding eye contact. This time Shu was the one who spoke up.

"I'm not against it exactly?" fiddling with his jujutsu, he shrugged as he juggled a small ball of fire, earning cheers from Luca and Mysta.

"Unlike the other two beside me, I explicitly said no." The glasses wearing male said as he turned his head enough to make eye contact with you.

"Until they forced you."

"Until they forced me."

Crossing your arms, you looked at the group of five males in your room, accidentally making eye contact with the blonde sitting by your feet who was making puppy eyes. A beat passed, then another, before you let out a defeated exhale which caused the group (save for Ike) to let out excited whoops.

"I'm only there to be civil and talk to them. I'm not in any way part of this. Agreed?" You spoke up, exhaustion already seeping into your bones just thinking about it. Ike immediately echoed the sentiment of your statement as the other boys nodded, albeit in discontent at both your participations.

"Let's get this show on the road!" Mysta whooped loudly as he steered you towards the door, the others following along with various degrees of excitement. It was gonna be a long day.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𖥻 luxiem with a sick darling

— characters : all of luxiem minus ike eveland ( vox akuma , luca kaneshiro , shu yamino , mysta rias )

— content : x gender neutral reader , romantic , fluff , the reader is called pet names , the reader is was a cold / something alike , vox threaten to strangle the reader with a scarf

— authors note : been sick lately. ( i apologize if anyone is ooc , didn't include ike because i have no clues of how he could act / do with a sick significant other, most likely take care of them at the best of his ability i.e get them meds and foods / water as well as blankies and that the most he could do and i don't know how to develop that )

— vox akuma , he could probably nag you then take care of you.

' you see ? that why i told you to wear a scarf ! i knew you could get sick ', he could go on for a while about how he warned you but you just couldn't listen to him and how next time you better wear the scarf or he was going to strangle you with it. He could most likely after his nagging session go right to taking care of you, after all how can he, your fantastic boyfriend let his miserable partner suffering all alone thought your sickness. He will make you drink soup, whether you like it or not ( he will try to make it to your liking as best as he can ). He could also insist on you staying in bed, not wanting you to move a single muscles, ' if you move and get any sicker how could i, your wonderful, incredible boyfriend will be able to resit wanting to touch you huh ? And if i do touch you i will also get sick and if i get sick, we will be both sick is that what you wa–...nt ? ' the chances are you felt asleep while he was going on and on about how you should just be a good little human and stay in bed. If that happen Vox will just sigh whisper to himself about how he must resist your cuteness and he will let you rest in the bedroom.

— luca kaneshiro, he could get sick with you.

Lucas will try to take care of you but his knowledge of 'how to care for my sick partner' is quite limited so he will think that the best way to get you up and running again is ... so cuddle you, kiss you and give you the most love he can. Which could be a good idea if that didn't end up in the mafia boss getting exactly sick like you the next day. You can try to protest and argue with him, that ' i'm really happy you still want to kiss me and hug me when i feel like slob but if you do, Lucas you will get sick too ', his only response will be 'babyy ... if i kiss you you will feel better right you always say my kisses help ... or may you lied ?? YOU LIED TO ME ? ' ... yeah you better accept his cuddles even if it end up in the both of you being sick or you having to take care of him the next day if you suddenly got better, but be prepared for a 'see honey? my kisses worked !! you aren't sick anymore ... maybe you should kiss me ! i won't be sick anymore that way ! ' ( don't )

— shu yamino, he could let you alone in it.

He doesn't want to abandon you to your sickness but the sorcerer doesn't want to get sick too. Don't get him wrong, he will get you medicines, foods, water, blankets and all that stuff, he just won't stay in the same room as you. He will send you text all thought the day to make up for it, it can range for a 100 words text about how he love you to a picture of a cute cat and a message with it saying ' look at the cat. ', he will send you messages about what he is doing. He may even try to make chicken broth for you ! ( he will take a picture of it and send it to you with a ' i'm a real malewife right babe ' text ). He will also most likely tidy up your house for you while your sick, he want you to not have to stress about cleaning up right after getting out of the sickness.

— mysta rias, he could try to take care of you and fail

Mysta will for sure try to take care of you but fail miserably. 'SWEETIE I GOT THE GOODS ( the meds )' '... Mysta thoses aren't the good ones ... but thanks you' or 'i made soup !' and it look burn, which is surprising you didn't know soup could burn but seem like you really do learn everyday. At some point between the burned soups and nearly ending you by putting too many blankets on you, the detective will realise that he is not made for taking care of you like that. But he won't give up ! His second plan is to try to make you think of anythings but being sick, if you have enough energy he will make you play somes lighthearted video games together, if not he will opt with watching a movie and for once he will let you choose which one you want to watch 'Are you really really reaaaaally sure you want to watch that ? ... You know what don't answer sure lets watch that you're sick you choose but next time i'm sick i better get movie choice right !' he will make you pinky promise that. Talking about getting sick, Mysta will most likely fell ill too soon after you, he doesn't restrict from holding you, kissing you on the cheek, holding your hands even if you are sick so be ready to take care of a sick fox soon enough.

#a magic piece ? #the magician sugar overload #luxiem x you #luxiem x reader #luxiem #vox akuma #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #shu yamino #vox akuma x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino x reader #luxiem x gender neutral reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #luxiem imagines #luxiem x y/n #vox akuma x gender neutral reader #mysta rias x gender neutral reader #shu yamino x gender neutral reader #luca kaneshiro x gender neutral reader #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en fluff #luca kaneshiro fluff #shu yamino fluff #vox akuma fluff #mysta rias fluff

[yourlocalgayelias]

Cute head cannons cause I said so

(Nijisanji En edition)

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Masterlist

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★If he's not working this man will honestly tell you how much he loves you

★He does beg for affection when you're not paying attention to him

★If you are play with his hair and y'all are on the couch he full on will fall asleep on your lap

★If he does something to make you upset at him, he'll do anything to make it up

★He's always showing you off to his friends

"GUYS GUYS!" Luca said talking to the rest of Luxiem

"Baby stop." You said

"NO THEY HAVE TO KNOW YOUR BEATY!"

★Of course he spoils you

★While he works out he wants you to sit and spot him so he has more time with you

★After a meeting he likes when you bring him a snack or something to drink

★When he introduces you to his parents he introduces you as his future wife/husband

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★He loves you so much that if one person starts bullying you, lets say it isn't pretty

★Even if he's busy with paperwork he will check up on you if he didn't see you in class

★Your the only one who can pronounce his name wrong and him not get slightly annoyed only cause you call him babe or baby majority of the time

★If he's talking with someone and you walk over he will hold your hand while talking

★If your tired during class then he'll let you nap and hand you his notes after class

★Someone starts flirting with you that isnt him? He just waits cause he knows you aren't leaving him but the second he sees your uncomfortable he steps in

★Bring this man sweets while working and he will kiss your face off. Then he will eat them while offering you some of them

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★You are tired and he's streaming? He will let you sit and sleep on his lap

★You are the only one he'll let mess with his hair

★Breakfest in bed? He's always up to make it for you

★Show him your new outfit and he is complimenting you for hours

★He can't fall asleep without in the bed anymore and when he's flew out to see his friends he calls you so he can fall asleep easily

★He calls you älskling, baby, or even hunny

★He has you and him cuddling as his lock screen

★When he gets a call from you he instantly answers his phone cause he just wants cuddles

★If you have something you just want to talk about it cause it's something your interested in he will listen and then look it up later (if he doesn't already know)

#luca kaneshiro x reader #ver vermillion #nijisanji en #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #ver vermillion x reader #ike eveland x reader #gender neutral y/n

[shoumeitsuki]

luca kaneshiro × gn!reader

angst

characters : luca kaneshiro

side characters : -

warnings : character death, hurt no comfort (i think you know what's up), suicide❗❗❗, implied self harm❗

please do NOT interact if you are sensitive to the topics marked with exclamation marks (❗)

summary : your husband's asthma has been getting worse, but he's been saying that it's fine, and that he didn't need to go to the doctor. but...

i managed to cook up something!1!!11

⇚ ↺ ⇛

you are the significant other of luca kaneshiro, a boss of one of the most famous companies in the whole world.

you were doing chores, like sweeping & mopping the floors, cooking, organizing, being a responsible housekeeper.

you hear some footsteps, and are met with a hug from your dear husband.

"welcome home, dear." you greet, smiling as luca keeps you in a warm embrace.

"hey..." he greets back, still hugging you tightly. then, he coughs.

"oh, are you sick? or is your asthma acting up again..?" you ask worriedly, as luca tries holding back coughs.

"it's okay. i'm fine, don't worry about me." he says, patting your back reassuringly.

"if you say so... but please go to the doctor if the symptoms get worse..." you get worried. luca rarely got asthma attacks the past few weeks, but it seems something happened.

"you should work so hard, you know...? take a break, working without rest is harmful to your health." you advise, your voice soft, worry visible in your words.

"it's fine. the bills won't pay themselves, you know?" he jokes, however you didn't laugh.

"well... your inhaler is on the table. i'll prepare something that won't make your asthma worse, okay?" you say, before pulling away from his hug and going to the kitchen. luca just nods, letting go of you.

he goes to the bathroom to shower after a long day at work, while you prepare some chicken & rice with spinach and kale. you also cut up some fruits.

luca came to the dinner table, ready to eat. although he didn't enjoy vegetables a lot, he knew he had to eat them.

you two enjoyed dinner, and decided to do your own things. luca did his normal things like working.

it was 10pm, and you both decided to get some rest so you could wake up early for a new day tomorrow.

you two hugged and cuddled together, and eventually fell asleep.

the next few days were similar. his asthma getting worse, yet him refusing to go to the doctor and telling you not to worry.

⇚ ↺ ⇛

you both went to bed early, because you both had matters to attend to — luca needing to go to work and you needing to run a few errands.

when you woke up, you realized luca was not by your side. you thought that he probably just went to get ready.

when you went out, you saw luca.

but... he didn't give you a hug and big smile. instead, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.

"luca!? a-answer me..! luca!" you realized tears were forming in your eyes. you immediately ran to get your phone, then called 911.

"h-hello!? 911...! my husband passed out, his asthma has been worse lately, but he saw it as nothing... but this morning, i found him passed out on the floor...!" you manage to sob out, you were so scared of what was gonna happen to him.

"calm down, where's the address? we'll send an ambulance right away!" the officer on the other side said, getting ready to dispatch an ambulance.

"i-it's xxx, b-block b xx..!" you tried calling yourself down, but you just couldn't. you started crying, breaking down.

"okay, i have dispatched an ambulance. stay on the call with me." she says, telling you reassuring words how your husband will be fine.

when the ambulance came, they immediately brought luca into the ambulance and set off to the hospital asap, as the officer on the phone hung up.

you drove the the hospital, and searched for the room luca was in.

you waited and waited outside, waiting for the news about him. your heart was racing, you were nervous.

a doctor went out of luca's room, and you hoped that he went to bring out good news. but, he seemed really sad.

"𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮. 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." the doctor said, "please be patient. really, we tried everything. but... 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵."

just those four words were enough to make you burst into tears. you were in denial, there's no way he's gone, right...? you two were being all lovey-dovey the other day... how...?

⇚ ↺ ⇛

ever since that day, you were in a deep depression.

you couldn't do anything, you couldn't even get out of bed.

you couldn't bear it. you couldn't bear the fact that your dear husband for five years, has passed on.

you didn't want to believe it. you tried convincing yourself that it was just a dream.

but, you have to face reality.

he's gone. and there's nothing you can do about it.

you sobbed day and night, you were so guilty. why didn't you bring him to the hospital, when you knew it was the right choice?

you felt like a horrible person.

⇚ ↺ ⇛

eventually, you got up. not positively, though.

you started hurting yourself, whether it be cutting yourself or not eating at all.

you felt horrible. you had no appetite, you didn't feel like you could ever be happy ever again.

one day, you chose a choice that will never be able to be reversed.

you chose to 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. hoping that, maybe you'll get to see luca in heaven, and you two could meet up happily again.

you went to the beach, and made sure to go to an area where there was nobody guarding it.

you slowly walked into the water, without stopping.

you went deeper and deeper into the water, you didn't care if your clothes were soaked by now.

slowly but surely, your lungs started getting filled up with water.

you couldn't breathe, though you were holding in your coughs to make sure there wasn't any unwanted attention.

eventually, you 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. everything was dark, and you hoped no one would find you. you were nowhere near the shore, after all.

maybe luca wanted you to live a long life, but you couldn't bear to live like that when your dear husband has passed on.

#luca kaneshiro #nijisanji #nijisanji en #vtuber #luxiem #gn reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #angst #no comfort #character death #vtuber x reader #gender neutral reader #luxiem x reader #x reader

[bookshelf-dust]

loving you

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 961

warnings: um, literally none? let me know if i missed something though

a/n: wanted to write something for baby’s birthday. don’t bully me about the age i’m being self-indulgent, okay? but anyways, posting this now so it’ll be up all day on his birthday. also tagging @clovermunson for helping me out with a certain fuzzy fellow. love you guys!!! <3

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Billy is warm beside you. That’s one of your favorite things about him. 

Even if there are times where you get hot and have to push him off because he’s making you sweat, there are still the times that you get to cuddle up to him when you’re cold. And he’ll tuck you into his side to warm you up. Just like he’s doing now. 

His socked feet are propped up on the coffee table, the rest of him covered by a blanket that the both of you share. His arm is wrapped around your back, fingers spread across your stomach where his hand has slipped underneath the fabric of your shirt. 

Every once in a while he’ll scratch over your belly, dull nails sending chills up your spine. Your hand is tucked underneath his thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth over his leg. 

Billy’s eyes are on the tv, yours glancing back and forth between him and the clock on the wall. 

You’re starting to wonder if you’ll disturb him with your little plan, just based on the way his eyes are starting to flutter shut, the way he’s melting into you. 

But you don’t think he’ll mind. Not really. 

The clock hand moves that little bit and the microwave numbers change, their light leaving a green cast over the kitchen counter. 

12:00 am.

You sit up, twisting some so that you’re facing Billy, and your movement wakes him up a little. 

He straightens, looking at you. He quirks a brow, trying to figure out what you’re up to. It’s always something. 

You reach out to touch his face, and he automatically leans into it. You cup his cheeks with both hands, and then you’re pressing your lips to his. 

Your mouth is warm, and he can both taste and smell the lip balm you’d put on earlier in the night. It’s a sweet kiss, long and heartfelt. 

Billy brings his hand up, holding onto your wrist.  

You’re thinking: I love you, I love you, I love you, and hoping you can somehow transfer the message directly into his brain through the kiss. He kisses you back, knowing exactly what you’re trying to say. Billy hasn’t shaved in a few days and his skin scratches against yours. You don’t care. 

When you pull away, his lashes are fluttering and if it weren’t so dim in the living room you’re sure you’d find a blush spreading across his face. 

“Happy Birthday.” 

Billy smiles at you. When he speaks, his voice is tired, lovesick. “Was that my birthday kiss?”

“Only the first one,” you tell him. 

“Oh, so I get more?”

Billy presses his forehead against yours, still holding onto your wrist. Your hands never leave his face, thumbs sweeping underneath his eyes. 

“You want another?” You ask. The question makes him chuckle. 

“Pretty please.” 

His lips tick up at the corners, enticing you. You press a kiss to both, to his cupid's bow, his chin. He pouts at you. 

“Come on. It’s my birthday,” Billy whines. 

“I really set myself up for this one.” You kiss him. “Should’ve known you’d use that to your advantage.” You kiss him again. 

Billy hums against your cheek where he’s now pressed his own mouth. He knows that makes you go all warm. 

There’s a noise behind you, a subtle added weight to the cushion you've settled on, and you know what it is without having to turn. The mewl makes Billy aware of the presence, and he grins against your face, a slow laugh leaving his throat. 

“I think he wants us to come to bed, B.”

Billy hooks his chin over your shoulder, meeting eyes with a little brown cat. 

You hear the first meow your cat lets out in greeting. The second is almost like a question. Why are you still up?

Billy reaches around you, scratching behind his ears. You can hear his purring. It’s always so loud. 

There’s a clambering, and Billy leans back, allowing for the young cat to squeeze between your body and the couch and up into his lap. 

“Night, Cosmo,” you say. Billy snorts. “What? It’s too late to be evening.”

Cosmo ignores your words, preferring to stare at you, waiting. You scratch his chin and he mewls. It’s not unlike the response Billy might have for getting the same sort of attention.  

“What do you wanna do in the morning, birthday boy? How would you like to celebrate your release from teenagedom? The big 2-0?”

Billy rolls his eyes at you and kisses the palm of your hand, having snatched it from where it was flailing midair. 

“Don’t care,” he says. “We could sit here all day and I wouldn’t give a shit.”

You lean in like you need to whisper, as if you’re not in your own home. “I think Max is gonna come see you. Don’t tell her I told you, but she bought you a sash.”

“No.”

You start to laugh. “Yes. A birthday sash.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

You kiss him again, though you’re laughing and can’t take it seriously. 

“Sure, baby.”

He pecks your lips once, twice. “No, I’m not.”

The polaroid you stick in the frame of your vanity mirror the next evening says otherwise. Billy is sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, though loosely enough that you can see the words “Birthday Princess” in sparkly lettering on a pink sash. 

He’s not looking at the camera, he’s looking at Max, listening to something she’s saying. Lucas is on the floor, back between her knees.

Billy looks so happy, cheeks flushed from all of the attention he’d had, the start of a laugh on his face. 

It’s a pure, candid photo, for a true birthday princess. 

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

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[mellifluouaamor]

Uhm - could I request for a Lucas (WMMAP) x gn reader? Perhaps reader being cheeky and teasing Lucas by pretending she's going in for a kiss but then stopping each time just to see Lucas's reaction? 🙏💞💞

LUCAS ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. you promise to give him a kiss if he stops distracting you, but you decide to tease him as well by stopping each time you're about to kiss him.

an irritated sigh was expelled from your mouth when you felt the tip of someone's finger prod your cheek incessantly, and it was distracting you from the book you're trying to finish reading as part of your homework that's due tomorrow. swatting the person's hand away, you tried to ignore any of their further attempts in gaining your attention, to no avail. LUCAS was adamant on getting you to pay attention to him; he wants your attention and he'll get it now.

"lucas, cut it out!" you exclaimed, snapping your book shut as you turned in your seat to face him. grinning in amusement, the wizard swiftly dodged your attack, the spine of your book missing his ear by an inch. he then folded his arms on top of the sofa's backrest before letting his chin settle atop of them, his half-lidded eyes gazing at you with mirth.

"you wouldn't feel so annoyed if you paid attention to me earlier," he said, "i'm bored. let's do something."

you let out muted sigh. "no, i need to finish reading this material for tomorrow. why don't you go bother athy instead?"

"but you're the one i like, honey... so pay attention to me," he casually replied, catching you off-guard. a lopsided smile was plastered over his lips when he noticed the flustered look that had crossed your countenance; you're so easy and fun to tease~

"don't just say something like that out of the blue..." you mumbled, averting your gaze from him. as you were about to give up on getting any reading done today, an idea popped into your head. lucas arched an eyebrow at the sudden change in your demeanour, and when you faced him again, you cupped his cheeks, surprising him.

"oh, i like where this is going," he commented with an expectant smile, making you roll your eyes.

"if i give you a kiss, will you let me finish reading the book i was assigned?"

"deal. now give it to me."

as you leaned in, lucas closed his eyes and expected to feel your lips press against his; however, he felt you stop inches away from his face abruptly before you pulled your head back.

"ah. i forgot that i'm supposed to see ijekiel later on today," you began, making him open his eyes in annoyance, "i wonder what i should wear for the evening..."

"hey. i'm right here and you dare to talk about him?" he hissed, "where's my kiss?"

you faked a laugh; it was obvious that you were teasing him. "sorry~ my bad, my bad..."

letting out a huff, the wizard's eyelids fluttered shut once more when you drew your face closer to his. the moment your lips brushed against each other's, you pulled away suddenly, puzzling him. eyes snapping open, he made a low noise that almost sounded like a growl.

"what is it this time?" he asked, frustrated at the fact that you keep stopping just as you're about to kiss him.

placing your index finger on your chin, you replied, "i just remembered that-" without warning, lucas slipped a hand behind your head and pushed you towards him, causing your lips to land on his. your eyes widened as you let out a surprised squeak; after a few seconds have passed, he retracted himself from you with a victorious smirk.

"that's what you get for trying to be cheeky with me," he said, laughing as you smacked his shoulder.

#loveletters—! #manhwa x reader #who made me a princess #i suddenly became a princess #wmmap x reader #wmmap lucas #wmmap lucas x reader #scenario #gender neutral reader

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Part 1.

Ethan Winters, Zoe Baker, Lucas Baker, Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy, Richard Aiken, and Billy Coen reacting to their s/o asking to do their makeup. 

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Ethan Winters 

Makeup is something Ethan’s never thought about putting on his face before, but he’s not opposed to it when you bring it up. Feel free!  

He’s a great canvas. His face is practically static while you work.  

He fiddles with and examines every product the moment you put it down. 

He’ll leave it on for a few hours after you’re finished. At some point after that, he accidentally messes it up. 

Zoe Baker 

That... would be nice. 

It’s been such a long time since Zoe’s worn makeup—she used to like putting on a little bit before everything went to shit, which feels like forever ago. You go right ahead. 

Do you want to use any of her products? Zoe has a few of them in the trailer... uh... somewhere. Give her a second. 

Will you let her do yours afterward? Don’t worry, she’ll try to do you up real pretty. 

Lucas Baker 

Fuck no. Not happening. No way in hell.

If you want to do Lucas’ makeup, it’s gonna take some convincing and bribery. Only then will you get him sitting down in front of you, positively grouchy as you get your supplies out. 

Listen, you better enjoy this while it lasts because Lucas is wiping it off as soon as you’re done!

Jill Valentine 

Psh... Alright. Go ahead. 

It's not uncommon for Jill to wear a bit of makeup, but it's not something she goes all out with. Please go with a look she wouldn't normally.

Ask her to keep her eyes closed for too long and she might deadass fall asleep on you.

She’s so tired, you guys. 

Chris Redfield 

Er... Chris is hesitant. He would rather not, but if you really want to, then alright. At least it gives him an excuse to spend time with you.

It ends up being a challenge to put anything around his eyes because the man's eyelids won't stop twitching. He can't help it.

Absolutely hates the way it all feels on his face. How do you put up with it?

Chris doesn't really think makeup is for him, but he does admit that you did a good job afterward.

Leon Kennedy

Leon’s never worn makeup before, but he’s always kind of wanted to try it. Please do him up. He wants to know how he'd look.

Goes in hard with the flirting throughout the process. He can't stop himself when you're all up in his business, and your look of concentration is adorable.

If he likes the results enough, he'll probably ask you to teach him how to do it.

(This is likely).

Richard Aiken

Richard is down for that if you want to do it!

He repeatedly asks to get a look before you’re finished. He’s slightly disappointed if you say no. For like, a few seconds.

Alongside other conversation, Richard does ask a little about the process and what you’re using. He’s curious. 

Maybe you can take a picture with him after? You’re so talented, and he wants to brag to people who haven’t met you!

Billy Coen

Yeah, not happening. Billy isn’t into that sort of stuff.

With some pleading, you do eventually end up getting a, "...You know what? Fine."

Just don't go too crazy, you hear?

"You look so handsome."

"Yeah, yeah..."

He'll keep it on for ten minutes tops after you're finished.

#x reader #gender neutral insert #resident evil x reader #ethan winters x reader #zoe baker x reader #lucas baker x reader #jill valentine x reader #chris redfield x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #chris redfield #jill valentine #lucas baker #zoe baker #ethan winters #richard aiken #richard aiken x reader #billy coen #billy coen x reader

[anonymous-rendezvous]

He Comforts You - Luca 💛

Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.

✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | 💛 You comfort him

✦ — Contains: Established relationship, fluff, & comfort

✧ — Word count: 481 | Ao3

Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.

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You let out a sigh as you finally reach the front door. You’d gotten off work much later than you intended, and then halfway home you suddenly remembered Luca had asked if you could pick up a few things from the grocery store for dinner. Shifting the bags around in your arms to dig out your keys from your pockets, before trying to unlock the door. Yet, before you can fully unlock it, the knob suddenly turns under your hand and the door is yanked open. “Your back!” The briefest flash of yellow before a large body darts past the door and sweeps you off your feet.

It takes you a moment to register the fact that you're suddenly held up in your boyfriend’s strong arms, “Whoa–Luca!!” As tired as you are, you can’t help laughing affectionately as he spins the pair of you around a few times. When he does finally return your feet to the ground, he has to help steady you as you start to stumble.

“Babe! I’ve missed you!” He starts to take the grocery bags off of you. “Oh! You got everything, thank you!”

“It’s no problem, love. Sorry, I’m so late though.” You let out another tired sigh as the weight of the grocery bags finally leaves you. “I would have told you I was gonna be late if I had known.” Luca immediately shakes his head.

“No, it’s okay! That’s not your fault.” His head tips to the side with a soft smile on his face. “I’m just happy you're home now, ya know?” As he takes in your tired form, an idea hits him, eyes lighting up. “Oh! Wait here!” The mafia boss quickly turns on his heels and rushes the groceries inside and presumably to the kitchen. You don’t have time to ponder what he’s thinking before he’s once more in front of you. “Arms up!” You’re already following his order before your mind can process what's happening and then you're suddenly in his arms once more.

“Ah–” You can feel your face heat up as he cradles you in his arms before turning and carrying you inside the house. “L–Luca, I can walk just fine.”

“I know!” He replies immediately. “But I wanted to do something for you! You’ve had a long day, right? Lemme help a little, okay?” You can only respond with an embarrassed yet affectionate huff. It’s not long before he reaches the couch and sets you down as carefully as he can. “Okay! You rest here, I'm gonna start on dinner!” Before he reaches the kitchen, he suddenly freezes before turning and rushing back to your side. There’s a question on your lips that dies before it can form as his lips press against yours. “I appreciate you, babe.”

“I appreciate you too.” The sun pales in comparison to the smile that lights his face.

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Hii i wanted to ask If you could also write for Steve and Nancy because i had a request where robin, Nancy and Steve (separately) comfort you after your best friend betrayed you and chose her other best friend over you for example how Cassie betrayed Maddy in Euphoria and that it really hurt and how they would support after when you're still not over it after 2 years

Still Hurts

A/N: hmmmm I'll write for them just this once since you included Robin in the requesttt(but if I were to add Steve and Nancy to the masterlist, would yall like that or?) Anwaysss PLEASE REQUEST SOMETHING GUYS I'M GETTING BORED

Also sorry this took like five hundred years but it's here now!

Summary: Read request above!

Steve Harrington

Steve never really knew how to comfort people since there was always no one there for comfort him when he was young but having real friends changed that, you changed that.

So when he found you crying over a polaroid of you and your ex-best friend, he rushed to your side and hugged you while you sobbed harder.

He would whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you everything would be okay despite you disagreeing.

"So stupid, so stupid." You cry as you stared at the polaroid of you two, how happy you looked and how well she faked it. Made you burn inside, how could anyone do this to someone else? Someone else that cared about them deeply and stab them in the back knowing the scar never seems to fade.

"It's not stupid," Steve whispers in your ear. Your cries and his whispers filled the room, it was silence everywhere else and that did not make you feel better. "I just miss her so much," you cried, even harder when you remembered the memories the two of you shared.

"And that's perfectly normal, alright?" Steve kissed the crown of your head as he reassured you. "It's gonna be okay, I just need you to believe that."

Nancy Wheeler

Nancy isn't the best at comforting people, well she wasn't until she met you. She tries so hard to be better at it when she met you, it became a goal. But when she saw you in tears in your living room, she almost broke down herself, it broke her heart seeing you this upset. And she was determined to find out why.

When she came closer to you, she saw you were holding a note. That was now filled with tears and barely readable. She was silently able to figure out the note was from your former best friend, it was written in curvise and nobody else wrote in cursive other than her.

She rushed to you and hugged you tight, even letting a few tears drop herself. She hugged you like it was the only thing she knew. She hugged you as if it was the last time she would ever be graced with your presence.

"It's okay it's okay," You felt Nancy's breath hit your ears. You hugged her back but not as tight or comforting but as if you would die if you were to ever let go.

"Will I ever be, Nance?" You asked as you wiped your eyes. "I don't know why I feel like this, it's been two years. Two damn years!" You exclaimed. Nancy hushed you, which made you cry even more.

"May not seem like it now but you will be, you will be. Okay?" Nancy tells you. "I promise."

Robin Buckley

Robin's heart shatters when she hears sniffles coming from your room. She opens the door, quietly. What she walked in on, she would have never expected it.

You were watching a vhs tape, it was of you and you ex-bsf. It seems to be a dance routine. 'So that's why you don't dance anymore,' Robin thought. You looked to be around eight in the tape which made Robin confused.

Robin went to your TV and took out the vhs tape which startles you as you looked up at her in confusion.

"Robin, what are you doing?" Before you could finish your question, Robin throws the vhs tape in the trash. "You don't need to be crying over that priss, I won't allow it."

"You can't control my emotions Rob, please go. I need to be alone right now." You tell her. Robin doesn't believe you, so she sits on the floor with you and hugs you. "No, you don't. You need someone more than ever right now."

You lean in Robin's side as she wipes your tears away. "Thanks." You mumbled. Robin gives you a kiss on the head as a reply. "Anytime baby, anytime."

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