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soulwillower · 4 years

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rude boy • richie tozier

part 2 part 3

(richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: hii💕 could u do a richie smut where he kinda hates her and so does she...but the sex is good lol? i got inspired by rude boy by rihanna haha

warning: swearing, unprotected h8 sex (WRAP IT B4 U TAP IT), unedited

[losers + reader are aged up to college in this.]

1.9k words

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you sigh as the last customer walks out the front doors of the diner. your boss walks over to where you stand at the counter, wiping it off with a rag. "they're finally gone?" she asks and you nod. "right, well i'm gonna head out. can you and richie lock up?" she asks as she pulls a sweater over the uniform, sounding exhausted. you resist the urge to gag at the name of your coworker, but you nod nonetheless. "yeah, of course."

she leaves a few minutes later and you pull at the collar of your stupid retro diner uniform. it's red and black and awfully cheesy. employees are allowed to choose between a matching red skirt or black slacks - it's an old school kitschy diner on the outskirts of derry that pays shitty. but a summer job is a summer job, and the tips weren't awful.

but the worst thing about working at the diner came in the form of a 6'2 nightmare with a sharp jawline and a serious nicotine addiction. richie fucking tozier.

he was loud, obnoxious, a slacker, and a scrawny, phony asshole. you've never liked him and he's never liked you, but he's been a server here the longest and you were the most responsible, so you two were trusted to close the diner together most nights. didn't mean you got along though, not at all.

during shifts, richie always played music on the jukebox and serenaded loudly to every boy and girl who stepped foot in the diner as they sat at the counter and swooned. he barely did his work and got way too generous of tips - you're certain it's solely because of his looks, because he is an awful server and an even worse human. but he has curly, fluffy dark hair, freckles, and a face sculpted by aphrodite. he always smelled like cologne and cigarettes, always had his shirt unbuttoned way lower than necessary, and walked with a stupid bounce in his step that some people considered charm.

as you finish mopping up the dining area, you hear footsteps and your eyes catch richie's beat up, lyric-scribbled red high tops. "richie! i just mopped there!" you yelp at him as you snap your head up to stare at him in anger. he just shrugs, "you missed a few spots anyways." he says through a mouth full of chocolate milkshake.

you fight the urge to slap the glass out of his hand, "could you stack the chairs?" you ask him, trying to stay civil. last time you and richie locked up together, he'd thrown a glass and shattered it. you'd both gotten in huge trouble.

"why can't you?" he asks, his voice awfully teasing. you glare at him as you sit down, throwing the mop as it hits his chest. he catches it against him, the handle making a clacking noise when it hits the star of david chain on his bare chest. you scoff, why did he have to wear his uniform unbuttoned like that?

"fine, i'll stack the chairs. you mop." you grumble, getting up to lift the chairs. you hear a screeching noise but you refuse to look, knowing he's sitting and that would just fuel your fire. as you lean over one of the booths, something makes your head turn and you see richie just in time for him to snap his eyes away. your eyes widen - he was just checking you out. god damn these fucking skirts. "what are you looking at, tozier?" you spit venomously. as much as you don't want to admit it, he looked really hot just then.

"shut the fuck up." he grumbles, getting up and locking the doors before walking back into the break room. once you finish out in the dining area, you walk towards the back to see him checking over the kitchen. "hey, did mike take out the trash before he clock-"

"yes, of course he did, y/n." richie cuts you off. you cross your arms, "i'm just trying to get our job done! christ, richie, you make me so fucking mad." you spit. he turns to look at you, his eyes bold and his cheeks splattered with pink and freckles. "i hate that i have to fucking deal with you. i should fire you." he hisses, turning off the dishwasher and walking out of the kitchen. you follow him, hot on his heels, until you're both in the break room.

"you're a fucking nightmare to work with, richie! and you're not my fucking boss!" you yell, glaring at him. "well the chart begs to fucking differ." he spits, a chipped black fingernail pointing to where the employee chart lists your names, him being slightly higher than yours because of experience. you think briefly you might deck him in the face. "we're payed the same, you fucking bonehead!" you all but yell, stepping up to him. "and i do so much more work than you! all you do is flirt with everyone until they take pity on you and give you a tip."

you expect him to scream back at you, but instead he looks extremely pissed while taking a step closer. "do you know how fucking jealous you sound right now, y/n?" he hisses. something makes you turn bright red in the face, but you scoff at the absurd accusation. "jealous? of who?" you all but yell, your arms flying up. it's only now that you notice that he has you with your knees against the break table.

"of all the people i fuck." he says, his voice calm but sinister and dangerous. you scoff again, "i hate you." you say, leaning towards him. something about the way he looks makes you want to hit him as hard as you can but also shove him against the wall and make out with him. he chuckles as if something about what you said was funny, "i don't hear you denying it, princess."

and that's it. the princess, that's all it takes for you to smash your lips against his forcefully. it's a kiss that it so rough it's almost violent; fueled by hatred and adrenaline and something akin to attraction. he's pushing your lips harshly into the table behind you so that you're sitting on it, him immediately stepping between your legs. your hands are on his neck and they thread into his hair as your teeth clash and noses hit each other. you hated him so fucking much.

his hands move up so he's grabbing your bare thigh with one hand, the other cupping the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him. you pull away and immediately attach your lips to the column of his neck, not wanting to have to look at his face.

he ruts up against you and you feel the outline of his cock, making you moan against his neck. his hand slides up and under the hem of your skirt, squeezing your ass as you suck a bruise into his neck. he pulls away from you quickly, looking at you with fury before kissing you again.

it knocks the wind out of you with his force but you quickly recover, dragging your hands down his chest and tracing his bulge with your fingertips. he grunts as he pulls away and looks at you.

you're gasping but you recover your breath and shoot him a glare. "are you gonna fuck me or are you just going to stare at me like a goddamn airhead?" you spit. he glares at you and pulls you up by your shoulders, spinning you and bending you by the waist so your cheek is pressed against the cool of the table. "yeah, this is much better." he replies snarkily as he pulls your skirt up and grinds against your ass. you moan quietly and you hear him undoing his belt buckle. you're aching and you can feel excitement bubbling in your stomach, wiggling your hips slightly in need.

what you don't expect is a harsh smack to land on your ass, making you gasp in arousal. his hands squeeze your ass and you look back to see him pumping himself, sliding your panties down your legs. your eyes widen slightly, noticing how big he is, but you groan in impatience, "can you hurry up already?" you spit.

he glares at you and suddenly thrusts in all at once, making you scream. he fills you up perfectly and you drop your head to rest on the table as he starts to thrust.

he's not forgiving; he fucks into you hard and deep and you have to bite your hand to keep from moaning his name in pleasure. you'd never hear the end of it. his hands grip your hips so tightly you know there'll be marks tomorrow and he’s muttering swear words quietly, adding to the wetness between your legs.

he's hitting the perfect spot inside you and one glance behind you shows his face just as contorted in pleasure as yours is. you hate to admit it, but he's fucking hot and the expression is perfect on him.

he's fucking you into the table and as he pulls your hips back to meet his thrusts you can't help but whimper his name. you can hear his smirk in his voice, even when your eyes are clenched shut. "didn't know how desperate you were for me."

you groan, half in pleasure and half because you hate how good he's making you feel. "i fucking hate you s-so much, tozier." you say, trying to stop your moans but failing miserably. his hips are snapping into yours and you clench around him, knowing you're about to cum embarrassingly fast.

he hums at your words tauntingly, "whatever, princess. i know you’re about to cum on my cock." he mutters the words and you moan again, your toes curling in pleasure. he thrusts deeper into you and you let out a strangled scream as you hit your peak. your fingers grasp on the edge of the table as richie plows through your high, chasing his own.

you start to whimper, feeling overly sensitive. he chuckles darkly, "you're fine." he mutters, his hands squeezing your ass. he thrusts a few more times before his hips stutter and he finishes inside you with a low moan. his chest is pressed on your back and you can't seem to catch your breath, feeling limp and extremely pleasured.

holy shit.

he pulls out of you, making you whimper at the sensation and he pulls up your panties, rubbing the seat of your clothed core with his thumb and pulling your skirt down. "fuck you." he whispers in your ear and then he gets up, pulls his pants up, grabs his keys and jacket, and leaves.

you lay there on the table breathing heavily, unsure what the fuck just happened but knowing you loved it way too much.

#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier smut #mike hanlon #stanley uris #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #losers x reader #losers club x reader #richie tozier #jewish richie tozier

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shiningfantasystar · 6 years

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SF9 React! S/o gets sick because they ran to them with wet hair

A/N: I went a bit crazy and wrote all of them as drabbles~ It took a lot of time writing all 9, so I hope you enjoy~~

Word Count: around 3k all together~ Warnings: None!

Youngbin

When Youngbin had called you over to his practice room, he didn’t expect the sight before him. You had been so excited by the chance of seeing your handsome boyfriend that you completely forgot about the fact you just finished a shower. Throwing on whatever clean clothes you could get your hands on first, you ran, forgetting the bundles of wet strands falling loosely around the air. Needless to say, when he saw your wet hair dropping into your eyes as you bent over gasping for air with a dopey smile, he was worried. “Y/N- ah, you didn’t have to rush this much- what if you’ll be sick?” “I won’t”

Not even two days passed and Youngbin’s premonition came to be. You were stuck in bed with a cold, shivering even though you were covered in all the blankets you owned. The second Youngbin caught on (which was pretty much instantly), he visited you with a stern ‘I told you so’ look plastered over his face. He expressed nothing but worry and offered to make you porridge, taking you into his arms after you ate. Using the opportunity to watch movies you both were interested in, and cuddle. Would be more cuddly than usual, probably feeling at fault for your cold. Youngbin’s last worry was catching the cold from you, you were a priority after all.

“It’s okay Y/N-ah, let’s just stay like this.”

Inseong

You knew Inseong was staying late in the practice room, recently all your conversations strayed into his anxious rambles about falling behind and disappointing his team. You knew he was a hard worker and supported his choice of putting in extra effort, even if it meant sacrificing some of your together time. However, when you received a message shortly past 6am, your morning shower time, your thoughts flooded in worry.

From: Youngbin

Hey Y/N, did Inseong stay the night at yours? He should get back before 8am.

Alarm bells set off in your mind; did he not leave the practice room at all? Abandoning the towel around your head, you grabbed a bag with your basic essentials, locked your front door and ran, the urgency and adrenaline pushing you to hurry. You found him asleep on the cold floor in the corner of the room, trying to swallow the building anger and fear, you approached him. He didn’t need to push himself this much.You knelt down beside him, your presence stirring him to awareness. “Idiot what are you doing pushing yourself so much” you whispered gently slapping his shoulder. He blinked a few times trying to confirm you really were there. “Who really is the idiot- your hair is wet and you are sweaty all over.”

To nobody’s surprise, you both caught a cold. While Inseong felt bad you were sick, you were happy he was forced to take a break by his company. Spending your time together cuddling, reading magazines, ordering takeout (that you couldn’t really eat because you lost appetite) and chatting about anything and everything. Listening to him talk was always interesting, he was so well-versed in many things, but together you were just idiots in love.

“Hey, Y/n are you listening? Do you still feel cold?”

Zuho(Juho)

Juho sent you a text out of the blue, to come to meet him at their practice room. He usually didn’t text you during the day, so you were beyond surprised. You started walking to the appointed place, it was a 20-minute walk which would be fine on any other day. Halfway into your stroll, you were caught by a sudden downpour. Without an umbrella, and past the point of returning for one, you dashed towards the building which held your boyfriend's practice studio. Slightly embarrassed by your soaking figure, you made way to the basement searching for practice room B4, making little puddles every few steps. You heard the music and their feet clacking against the wooden surface, knowing they were in the middle of their routine you decided to wait outside. Once the music was paused, you entered the room with a shy smile on your face. All eyes were on you, all wide in shock but Juho’s, who’s crinkled into a frown. He paced towards you and gently grabbed you by the wrist pulling you out of the room. “Here use my towel, and take my jumper at least” he sighed “I wanted to see you, but I hope you won’t get sick.”

“Baek Juho” you spat between fits of blowing your nose “you jinxed it.” The only reply was a soft chuckle and a promise of nurturing you to health. He searched for different home remedies on his phone and insisted that you try all of them. Insists that kisses will help you recover, and uses any excuse to cuddle into you. “You’ll catch it too” you groaned. “Not if I kiss your forehead- or your cheek- or your neck- or your shoulder” he replied planting kisses. Rolling your eyes you accepted his affection and wrapped your arms around his waist resting your head against his chest, listening to every breath and every beat of his heart. Juho smiled and tapped his fingers up and down your back, you knew he’d tease you once you felt better.

“Y/n-ah, please check the weather next time..”

Rowoon(Seokwoo)

You wanted to surprise your boyfriend and his group mates with a lunch you made. As you wrapped up your carefully prepared food, you cast nervous glances out the window. The weather was still dry but clouds pooled into dark splotches. Nevertheless, the forecast claimed there will be no rain today and the studio was a short walk. With everything packed, you set out with a chirp to your step just imagining their happy faces. Thoughts of their hard work before their comeback kept you busy, failing to take notice of the drizzle that began to fall. It’s just a drizzle, it should be fine, or so you thought. By the time you reached the 10 story building, your hair was completely wet and so was most of your clothes. You cursed the fact you deemed the umbrella unnecessary and the fact that the heavy package made it impossible to quicken your pace. Clawing the door open with one hand, you unsteadily stepped into the practice room. Seokwoo saw your state in the mirror and quickly rushed out of his position to help you. The music was paused by Taeyang, and Seokwoo cast a curious glance between your wet state and large bag you held and quickly helped you with it. “Y/N-ah, you should text me, did you carry this all the way here?” You shot him a cheerful glance “It wouldn’t be a surprise that way.”

The warm atmosphere of that day, unfortunately for you turned into a cold. Sending him a quick text explaining you can’t meet up because of your cold, you dozed off with a wet rag on your head. You were woken from your nap with a brisk knocking on your door, scrambling around to open it you found your tall boyfriend greeting you. He was a sight to behold- equipped with gloves and a facemask holding two bags. You burst into laughter at his heedful appearance, he wrapped you in a quick hug, then guided you back to bed. Seokwoo gathered all the scattered tissues and threw them in a bin. Replacing your cloth, he gave you a hot water bottle, medicine, and your favorite snack. “I can’t get sick because of my schedules, but I’m more than happy to get you anything you need” he sighed at his helplessness. “It’s more than enough, thank you Seokwoo,” you replied quietly.

“Get some rest baby, I’ll watch over you, so sleep comfortably.”

Jaeyoon

You had a runny nose all week and wished that the cold would just hit you already and you could get over it. As a side effect, you avoided Jaeyoon, not wanting him to catch whatever-this-was. Jaeyoon, on the other hand, was texting you more than usual. Most of his messages included “I miss you” or a pouting selfie, he was trying anything to convince you to hang out. You explained countless of times that you are coming down with a cold, and didn’t want him to catch it. But he prevailed coaxing you like a child to meet him. Unable to refuse the man you loved, you jogged over to their dance studio. You were mildly sweaty, but it didn’t make you stand out at the studio where being sweaty is a given. You entered the usual practice room and found everyone but Jaeyoon. You questioned his whereabouts and the surprised boys filled you in. Jaeyoon is stuck at the dorm. With a cold. You smirk at the irony. Jaeyoon didn’t want to worry you, and didn’t let you know, but was restless to the point of flooding your inbox with messages. You borrowed Youngbin’s keys and dashed over to their dorm.

You made an herbal tea for the both of you and snuggled into the blanket burrito. While checking his temperature you checked your own, and it was going up. Jaeyoon was immaturely grinning at you “So, I guess we can spend some days together. What do you want to marathon?” You chuckled at the purity of your boyfriend, he made a good situation out of this. You took turns taking care of yourselves; massages, forehead kisses, changing wet rags, making more tea and the list went on. Saying you both were thrilled to be sick together, is an understatement. The members found you both tangled in each other's arms, asleep, warming each other up.

“Mmm you’re so warm, I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Dawon (Sanghyuk)

You have plotted revenge against Sanghyuk for the past week. His attitude towards you has gotten too confident, doing things just to make you blush and snap a picture of your face. Oblivious to the war he started, you knew Sanghyuk was practicing with his members till late (Chani was your partner in crime keeping tabs on him.) You snuck into their practice building, two water guns loaded at your side under your inconspicuous jacket. You were about to enter the practice room until you heard a low murmur behind you. Before you managed to turn to face him, Sanghyuk grabbed one of your water guns and attacked the back of your head. You attempted to fight back shooting with the other, but hitting a passing trainee. Sanghyuk cackled, his eyes morphing into perfect crescent shapes. You felt the heat flush your face, and you ran home muttering apologies to the trainee as you passed by.

Sanghyuk expected you’d get sick, and visited you a few days after the incident. He knocked on your door, hands up in the air, a shopping bag hanging off his left. “Truce for today baby, I know you’re sick” Sanghyuk pleaded through the door. (Activate caring boyfriend Sanghyuk™). Would do all those things he did prior just to make you blush, but in a gentle caring way. Would be up for cuddles not being worried about being sick, he would do his best to make you laugh, or smile at least. Makes sure you are warm, and taking your medicine, purses his lips together at you if you say you don’t have an appetite. “Maybe attacking me with water in the middle of Fall wasn’t the greatest idea” he whispers teasingly. “I wanted to cool your confident attitude” you replied with a grin. At this he flushed, you were just so cute he couldn’t help but tease you.

“A-anyway you should take your medicine now, Y/N-ah.”

Taeyang

Knowing your boyfriend was busy preparing for a comeback with his group, you didn’t see each other often. He needed all the rest he could get, after all those hours of dancing and singing. You sent each other daily texts, filling each other on how your day was. Usually, you sent your text first, and he would reply at late hours of the night. Today, however, he texts you earlier, before you even got home. His text was short and simple;

From: Taeyang♡

Hun, I miss you :( come to the studio, let’s dance~ ^3^

Reluctantly, you made your way to the basement of the 10 story building. You couldn’t deny missing him, but you worried about him. The second you opened the door, he ran happily towards you wrapping you in a sweaty hug (not that you cared). “I’m so glad to see you, I suddenly have so much energy” he sprang around in joy, pulling you into the center “let’s warm up.” You spent the rest of the day dancing (he worked up a duette dance for you because he is a sucker for cute couple things) and gave you a teaser to the song and dance they’ve been preparing. Time flew so quickly while you were together, you cursed this as you ran out of the studio, covered in sweat close to midnight, aware that you had an appointment in 9 hours.

A week later, you came down with a cold. You faced a huge dilemma whether or not to tell Taeyang; on one hand, you knew they just started their comeback and were busy, on the other you knew he’d be mad that you didn’t let him know. With a sigh, you decided against telling him, and to your dismay realized you had no medicine. Wrapping yourself up in a thick coat, puffy scarf, and a beanie, you headed out to the nearest store. While browsing the shelves for snacks (equally as important as medicine), your stomach sank when realized you didn’t check your social media. You heard a few excited whispers and screams, as Hwiyoung, Chani and Inseong walked into the store. You ducked in the snack aisle, hoping they wouldn’t recognize you. Risking a peak, Chani instantly caught your eyes, recognizing you and slipping away to approach you. His grin-filled “hey” quickly disappeared when he noticed your red nose. “Please don’t tell Taeyang, you guys are too busy,” you whisper-begged. He only frowned and shot you a wink before he left your side. Near the evening you got a panicked knock on your door, Taeyang appeared, more concerned than mad. “Tell me next time” he whined, ruffling your hair. He definitely felt guilty for keeping you at the studio till late, for not being able to be there for you as much as he wanted, and for not being a reliable enough boyfriend you could confide in (which you instantly countered, knowing he’d feel this way). He would do his best to support you and visit you daily, even if for a short time. You would be the one to ban him from close contact, prioritizing his schedules (otherwise he’d hug you all the time)

“Y/N-ah, one hug won’t make me sick”

Hwiyoung(Youngkyun)

You had a date with your adorable boyfriend Youngkyun, which meant both of you were quite wrapped up in clothing. Hats, facemasks and your scarf (which barely passed since it was the end of summer). You decided to share a chocolate strawberry sundae, served with hot strawberry sauce. You fed each other bites between your conversations, despite attempting to hide your faces you could feel each other’s feelings radiating through those stares. Today, Youngkyun had to leave early because of a schedule he had. He pecked your cheek, put on his face mask and got up to pay, leaving you to finish your sundae in your own time. Lost in thought, recalling Youngkyuns deep brown eyes, you stared off into the distance until the waiter raised his voice. “Excuse me, but the man that just left, he forgot his wallet at the register” he spoke, holding the wallet out to you. Your eyes shot open wide, you knew Youngkyun had to purchase food for his teammates, as punishment for losing a game. You grabbed the wallet thanking the waiter and dashed out the door, hoping he didn’t reach the company building, it was the last place you could reach him. Running covered in your hat and scarf made your head sweat more than appreciated but you managed to detect him just before he reached the large glass door. “Youngkyun!!” you shouted, out of breath, “your… wallet.” He was concerned about you but was unable to reveal it in front of the gathered fans. He thanked you as if you were just a fan.

He called you on the same day, questioning if you returned home safe, if you warmed up, and to let him know if you got sick. So it didn’t surprise you that he was at your door within minutes once you called him you were sick. At first, he was a bit stiff, unsure of what he should do. On one hand, he wanted to help you but on the other, he knew he couldn’t get sick. You giggled at that, explaining he doesn’t need to do anything and that it is just a cold. But Youngkyun was a bit stubborn when it came to you, and set his mind on helping you somehow. You asked him to bring you some snacks and a hot chocolate, to which his eyes lit up as if he gained a new sense of direction. He would offer to run around doing errands for you and blow you kisses because he couldn’t kiss you. (He’s such an adorable puppy-like boy) He would leave you cute voice messages asking if you ate and how you felt, for all the times he couldn’t be with you.

“Hey *kissy noises* did you eat yet? It’s important you know- ah is your temperature down?”

Chani

You were out shopping for small ‘couple’ items, like bracelets or small pendants. Chani, as much as he hated admitting it, loved matching things with you, but they couldn’t be big or flashy for multiple reasons. He would want to wear his half of every single day, but if it was too obvious it would spark the interest of fans, and he would get unnecessary comments from his hyungs. Both things Chani would rather avoid. The morning was foggy one filled with rainfall, you kept dry under your umbrella. You found a cute matching charm of two angels and instantly thought of Chani. After a second you chuckled, he could easily pass as more of a devil than an angel. Satisfied with your purchase you decided to visit your boyfriend, surprising him with the new gift. A quick media check told you they had no schedules, which meant he was almost 100% in the dance studio. The walk to the studio was peaceful, there were only a few people out and the majority of noise was drowned in the rain, excluding the occasional cars. The building slowly appeared into sight, your heart quickened its pace making you smile. Sudden splash from the road caught you off-guard, a car sped through a puddle leaving you drenched from head to toe. You dashed into the building, hoping you could dry off in there. When Chani saw you, he couldn’t believe you. “How can you still get so wet with an umbrella?” he questioned in an amused tone, which darkened instantly when you explained what happened. “We are going to check the cameras” he growled in a low tone. He ignored your protests at first, but when he heard you sneeze, he attention snapped fully to you. “We need to get you dry first” he spoke firmly as he gestured you should follow him.

In the end, you forgot to give him the charm and caught a cold. You sent Chani a quick text, to which he replied with “I’ll visit you after practice- it will be late. Keep warm and rest”. He was trying to be cool, but you knew he was worried and you hoped he wouldn’t make too many mistakes because of you. You ended up falling asleep thinking of him. “Hey, did you eat?” his voice woke you and surprised you, “don’t tell me you really just slept all this time.” You glanced at your phone, it was 11p.m and you had about 20 missed calls and messages. “Ye-eah” you answered sheepishly. He quickly shuffled from his spot to the kitchen and brought you some simple sandwiches, hot chocolate and the medicine you forgot to take. After you ate, Chani shuffled in under the covers behind you, pulling your back into his chest. Normally he was shy about taking action with you, but with you sick, he felt more protective. He gently massaged you while keeping you warm. “Ah, Chani~ I forgot to give this to you,” you said proudly producing one of the two angel charms, pointing to your own attached to your phone. He grinned at it and wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Thank you Y/N-ah, I can stay with you till you fall asleep again”

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