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elsfairy · 6 months

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emi my love, can i request a scream! ellie or abby for halloween? i’m planning on writing one as well but i’d love to see how you’d pull it off. (amazingly ofc🤭)

oh my.... the way you’re trusting me with this..... 😳 me lowkey not knowing if you wanted smut, but we all know im a whore for it. for you, i did my best so i hope this is what you wanted, baby 💗

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 — a. anderson

Tonight was a cold evening, colder than usual, especially with it being Halloween. You had spent most of your afternoon going into the evening, slowly but perfectly getting together a little candlelight dinner for your girlfriend, Abby. It was your 2 year anniversary and you wanted tonight's dinner to be a lot more special than when it was your one year. Thankfully you hadn’t had kids and their parents knocking on your door, smiling and asking for candy so that gave you even more time to pick out the perfect outfit, find the best makeup looks and finish it off with the sweetest perfume.

There was only one slight problem in the plan you had ready for tonight . . . she was late. In fairness to her, she had to work a long shift tonight so you knew her schedule was going to be a little crazy but you only received the ‘i won’t be able to make it tonight’ text 30 minutes ago. You were defeated, you felt stupid and you were exhausted from spending so much time on your feet, trying to make something perfect for her, for you both, only for it to be ruined because she had to work late. It wasn’t unusual for her to be late, but it was weird because she promised she would be here. She even said she had an extra surprise for you, so why the sudden change?

At first, you were waiting for another text saying she was just kidding and that she would be home soon, but it never came. You had gotten tired of watching the minutes tick by on the clock in the kitchen from where you sat in the living room, and with a defeated sigh, you dropped the napkin you had resting on your lap, onto the table and pushed your chair out to make your way to the bedroom.

Your hand had just reached the door handle of your bedroom when the sound of your phone, the one you left on the dining room table, had started to ring which had you turning around, sprinting to it, hoping and praying that it was Abby and she had somehow managed to get someone to cover her shift to be home with you.

“Hello?” Your voice cheerful.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?” The voice, one you didn’t recognise came from the other side of the phone.

The smile you had on your face dropped, frustration and sadness took over quickly. Rolling your eyes at the stupid question, you continued your way to your bedroom. “I’m not in the mood for your questions” came your snarky, bitter reply. “How’d you even get this number?”

“Oh, c’mon everyone has a favourite scary movie”

“I don’t. I’m really not in the mood for this bullshit”

“Is that why you look so miserable in such a pretty dress?”

The air was suddenly knocked from your lungs, your body turning around abruptly as your eyes were looking everywhere. Confused about how this stranger, who you’ve never met, knows exactly what you’re wearing and just how fuckin’ miserable you look. “I don’t know what sick game you’re playing, but know that my girlfriend is on the way home from work, and i won’t hesitate to call the police. Do you hear me?”

Not wanting to entertain this douche any longer than you already had, you hurriedly hung up the phone, almost throwing it with how frustrated you were with how ruined this night had become for you. All you wanted was a nice night with the woman you loved, eating something you both adore and instead, you had some idiot prank calling you at your worst. It was indeed a shitty night and you wanted nothing more than to take a warm bath and sleep the night away.

Your body had just reached the end of the bed when the sound of the floorboards beneath you had creaked. The only fucked up floorboard in the apartment that you had been telling Abby for months to try and sort out. It wasn’t your foot that caused it, you always avoided that one out of habit when your girl has been working all day, and tried to avoid waking her up in the early hours of the morning. The hair on the back of your neck stood quickly, and your body on it’s own accord turned just slightly to spot the figure— a tall, broad-shouldered figure standing in your doorway. Face covered with a mask you thought was familiar but couldn’t really name right now, and their head tilted, just watching you.

For some reason you didn’t feel panic, your heart was racing sure, but the longer you both just watched each other, you didn’t feel any need to instantly throw something at your intruder. However, the panic raised in you slightly when the figure took one step forward as you took one back. A subtle yet soft gasp had slipped past your lips when your back gently knocked into the wall, your hand trying to grip something to stop yourself from falling flat on your face. “Careful, wouldn’t want you falling over on me now”

The voice sounded like one you had recognised but it was so muffled by the current mask, it was making it hard for you to understand and put your finger on it. Your heart picked up the pace and started beating a little faster, where the fuck was Abby? Why were you not screaming? Trying to push them away? Something about them seemed so . . . comforting but maybe you were just slightly delusional from the half glass of wine you had.

You hadn’t realized you had zoned out slightly until the feeling of fingers grazing your jaw, pulled you out of your trance, your lips part at realizing just how close they are to you. The feeling of them being so familiar with you still resides in your chest, and it isn’t until you hear that fuckin’ breathless chuckle that your knees buckle.

“Abby?”

“You really think i would stand you up on our anniversary, baby?”

You simply couldn’t focus on what she was saying because you were too focused on the hand she had groping your tits, somehow already pulling your dress down to get a view of them, her fingers pinching at your already hardened nipples, while her other hand is sliding up your dress, already slipping into your panties. With a groan she leans more into you, pushing you more into the wall, the feeling of your slick covering her fingers. “Jesus Christ, you get so fuckin’ wet. This turn you on that much?”

With the way her fingers were rubbing circles on your clit, spreading your slick over your folds, and how good her hand was on your tit, you couldn’t form one correct sentence, and the only thing that you were letting out was whimpers and whines into her shoulder, nails bluntly digging into her arm. “wanna see you, please? please let me see you Abs” You beg softly, your back arching off the wall when those thick fingers tease your hole.

“Yeah? c’mon then pretty girl, take it off for me”

The second those words came from her mouth, your hands moved quickly, gripping the bottom of the mask, and pulling it off swiftly. Her blonde locks cascade down her shoulders, flyways framing her face, and your heart melted at the sight of her blue eyes looking at you with such a soft look, and a grin making it’s way onto her face. “Knew you were freaky, but not this freaky”

Before you had time to defend yourself or bite back at her words, she slipped her fingers inside your cunt, your walls instantly trapping them and the action caused her to grunt into your neck, while you were gasping out her name softly at the intrusion. The sounds leaving you were driving her crazy, and sending her brain into a frenzy. You always made the prettiest sounds, and she would keep doing everything possible to hear them.

Resting her forehead against yours, the squelching sound your cunt was making rang through her ears loudly and she could feel her own cunt clenching around nothing at how good you felt, how good you sounded, and how pretty you begged “Say my name, baby” She whispered breathlessly against you.

“Abby . . ”

Rubbing your clit with her thumb, you almost felt winded at the extra attention, and Abby was quick to remove her hand from your tits, to wrap her arm around your waist to keep you up, and steady. You had to use all your remaining strength because her touch always did make you fuzzy and light-heade, to cling onto her, while her eyes darted between your pretty lips that parted with such soft moans, and down where she watched her fingers disappear inside your cunt.

Your hand had caught her wrist quickly when her thrusts sped up just slightly, grinding yourself into her touch, your legs fell even weaker when she chuckled in your ear, her fingers still pumping in and out of you at a fast but gentle pace.

“Good, because it’s the only thing you’ll be screaming tonight”

#ᥫ᭡ my dani angel #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby anderson fic

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moonstruckme · 3 months

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hello!!

I've seen a couple of your fics coming across my recommended and I love them!! you write amazingly. They get me smiling every time!

I have no idea if your requests are open and I've never requested a fic before so please feel free to ignore this haha

I was wondering if you would want to write a piece about the marauders (preferably poly!marauders but only one is perfect too) where the reader is super stressed about an upcoming test? I have a massive test coming up worth 30% of my grade and I have never done something this big I don't even know where to start studying.

Anyway sorry this is so long, I hope you have an amazing rest of your day/evening and thank you!

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!! Hope you have an amazing day/evening as well <3

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 637 words

“I don’t know how to do this,” you say, fingers pushing into your temples. “It’s too much.”

“You’ve got it,” Sirius replies, flipping the page in his book. He’s spread out like a cat next to you on the couch, oozing calm. It’s vaguely irritating. “Just look over your notes, babe.”

Look over them? “This is, like, a huge percentage of my grade.” You shake your head, overwhelmed. You feel like you’re caught up in a tornado. Or maybe more like you can see a tornado about to catch you up, and don’t know how to get ready for it. It seems like you might just sit here until you get swept away. “I can’t just memorize all of my notes.”

“So just memorize the important ones.”

“I don’t know which ones are important!” You sound shrill even to your own ears, and Sirius looks over in surprise, the ease sapping from his expression. “I don’t know what’s going to be on the test, and if I don’t prepare well enough I’m going to fail, so I need to figure it out but I don’t know how to tell—”

“Hey, hey, baby.” Sirius sets down his book to take your hand, forcing you to drop the pen you didn’t realize you’ve been tapping anxiously against your leg. The side of your knee is a mishmash of inky lines. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to tease you. I know this test is important.” His touch soothes over your hand, uncurling your fingers and brushing up against your pulse. “Have you never studied for something like this before?”

“No,” you huff. It comes out more like a sigh, your frustration losing steam.

His eyebrows pinch. “I’m sorry,” he says again. Earnest. “We’ll do it together, okay?”

Sirius doesn’t wait for a response, reaching past you to dig in your pencil case. He pulls out a highlighter and bends down to your level, hunched over your papers. “We just scan them for the parts that seem most important, and highlight those. That way we can concentrate on the main points to memorize. That’s what works for me, at least.”

You look over at your boyfriend, perplexed. “Do you study?”

He flashes a grin like a sheep hidden behind a wolf. “Don’t tell. But yes, occasionally the answers don’t just come to me intuitively,” he shrugs, “in which case some effort is required.”

You smile wryly. You can forget how smart Sirius is sometimes. It seems like all he ever does is think up witty remarks and ridiculous nicknames for you.

“So I just…skim?” You eye your stack of notes warily.

“Just skim,” he confirms, stamping a quick kiss on the side of your head. “You’ll remember the main points as you go, and it’ll get easier.”

You nod, rallying your determination and what’s left of your energy. “Okay. Got it.”

Sirius laughs. You turn towards him, and he’s already reaching for your chin, gripping it firmly. “You look like you’re going to war,” he teases. “Perk up, buttercup. I’ll make you some tea. And every lesson you get through earns you a kiss, how about that?”

You tamp down a smile, narrowing your eyes at him. “What kind of kiss? A good one?”

He levels you with a dispassionate look. “They’re all good, babe.”

“Can I get some payment up front?”

Sirius pulls your face toward him, and you close your eyes, expectant. You can feel him closing the distance between you, his nose tickling your cheek. His lips brush yours, and—and that’s it.

You open your eyes to find him grinning fiendishly. He releases his grip on your face, standing.

“That doesn’t count!” you protest.

“It’s a taste,” he promises, going towards the kitchen to make your tea. “Finish highlighting the first lesson, and you’ll get a real one.”

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fairyofshampgyu · 2 years

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Corrupt File !

genre: smut, college au

pairing: programmer! beomgyu x gn reader (afab when it comes to smut)

warnings: nsfw, sub virgin nerd! beomgyu, dom! reader, corruption kink, mentions of p0rn, handjob, riding

word count: 1.8k

Choi Beomgyu. Goodie two shoes in your comp sci class who was the teacher’s pet and notorious for being an ‘excellent’ and ‘strong’ programmer who can program amazingly well in any language and has great debugging skills. Apparently he learnt how to program at the early age of 7 and made his own pac man after a week.

He’s also a little pretentious bitch. He thinks he’s better than everyone else in the class and doesn’t bother speaking to anyone, giving others judgemental stares. You’ve seen him a couple times on campus with four other dudes though but none of them were in any of your classes. He comes to every single class early with his cute little outfits, sweater vests and cardigans whilst everyone else is in their hoodies and deranged with little sleep, sits at the front and doesn’t talk to anyone but the teacher.

You? Well, you’re mediocre at programming. You’re not too bad but you prefer other aspects of computer science and your programming skills have always made you slightly insecure because you weren't the best of the best and you didn’t learn it at some ridiculously young age and program 24/7 all types of games and websites and other stuff. You had to work so hard to actually get to a good level of programming whilst it came so easy to people like Choi Beomgyu. He seems so perfect. It made you want to imperfect him.

You were late to class today, getting a bit delayed by some cats on the way there. They were really cute cats what can you say! And you loved cats. But being late to class today meant that all seats were occupied except for the front row and the spare seat, unsurprisingly was next to Choi Beomgyu. He doesn’t pay you any attention though, waiting for his computer screen to load and then the teacher begins.

“Alright, today I thought our class was in great need of some partner work and we’ll be doing programming today. With whoever is sitting next to you, I’d like you to develop a program with them. It can be on everything and anything and you have the weekend to create it, using Python.”

Wow. It was just your luck.

The boy besides you sighs, pushes his cute, round, kinda too big for his face, glasses up and turns his body to face you.

To be honest, you wouldn’t have minded working with him. Despite being slightly jealous, you did admire his skill but with how hostile he was being and how clearly he resented the idea of working with you, you didn’t think this was going to go too well.

“...We could make like a simple video game or something...” You speak up first.

“On python? And too basic.” He rolls his eyes and shuts your suggestion off.

You’re slightly agitated with him now and you show it with your tone. “Well what do you think we should do then, huh?”

“I think we should make a music suggestion tool. We could make an algorithm run that recommends music based on what we think the user will like.”

He doesn’t wait for you to agree, opening up python and already starting to write some code.

For the rest of the class, you don’t contribute much, just trying to give him some suggestions to add maybe a function over there or a loop over here, maybe trying to find a reason as to why a syntax or logic error came up. You’re already halfway done and sure it would need more refining but now you know it won’t take up your whole weekend which is good. You watch him carefully as he stays very focused, fluffy dark hair falling into his face and eyes and his circular glasses that had drooped back down to his nose. You look down to his hands. He was very fast at typing and his hands were oddly very pretty.

Upon inspecting his features, you come to the conclusion that he was in fact actually pretty attractive. How had you never noticed before?

“We can carry on working on it at my place right now if you want?” Beomgyu asks, packing up his pink laptop, pink pencil case and pink notebook back into his crossbody bag after the class had finished. You stare at your own laptop that just has a black hard case cover, your pencil case that looks like it’s been through three wars, and your notebook that was really just a bunch of lined paper. Wow, he even had a theme going on.

“Oh I've actually got another class after this that won’t be done until about two hours but I can come after that. Just send me your address.” So you exchange phone numbers and go off your separate ways.

Apparently you were the only one who wasn’t informed that your class was actually cancelled today, your professor going on strike or something like that. Sighing, you check your phone to see that beomgyu had sent you his address and it’s not that far from the campus. You could go there early then.

knock, knock, knock. He was taking weirdly long to open his door and you could hear some rustling and bustling until he finally did open his door.

“Oh. You’re here early.”

“Yeah turns out my class was actually cancelled.”

His room was exactly how you expected it to look; clean and cute and quite perfectly him. The room had a pastel coloured running theme but mostly just pink and white. Fairy lights, strung across the headboard of his bed, a pastel pink record player in the right corner with an assortment of vinyls underneath, ones you recognised and liked and some you didn't recognise, an acoustic guitar to the left on a stand near his shelf and there was a worn out teddy bear occupying his bed.

He sits on his bed and you follow...and then you both just sit there doing absolutely nothing for a few seconds in awkward silence.

“Uhhh aren’t you gonna get your laptop? We wrote it on your laptop?” You laugh, awkwardly.

“Uh yeah. Right.” So he gets his laptop, very slowly opening it and he’s just about to open the .py file when his mouse board falters over the safari accidentally and the hidden window was freed with a very suggestive video on it paused and an even more suggestive website. Your eyes go wide and so does his.

“I-it’s not- it’s not what it looks like! I-it’s just when you’re watching on a dodgy website and those pop ups come up! yeah...yeah!” He’s furiously clicking the red button on the top left hand corner to close the window immediately. But you can’t help the grin slowly appearing on your face.

You move slowly closer towards him and he moves back, stopping when his head touches the pretty fairy light headboard. “Oh really? Because it seems like you were jerking off before I was here.” Your face is only a few inches away from his now and he gulps, looking up at you. When he doesn’t even say anything to defend himself, you chuckle at him. “What happened to the little goodie two shoes? I didn’t know you were such a fucking whore.”

“I’m not-i’m not a whore!”

“Are you sure?” You move to his clothed dick which was painfully hard now, lightly palming it and his whole body jerks, moaning and eyelids fluttering.

“More, more...”

You scoff. “Have you ever had a handjob before?” He shakes his head. “Do you want one?” Slack-jawed, he nods his head profusely.

You free his dick and take it into your hands, starting to stroke him and his hands fly to shyly cover his face, attempting to conceal his moans but not to much success.

“Don’t cover your pretty face.” You tut at him, “I wanna see it.” You bring your own hands to remove them away from his face. Not gonna lie, it’s turning you on immensely seeing beomgyu like this. Little put together, pretentious, perfect beomgyu is like this right now, begging you to touch him, clueless and embarrassed. You want to absolutely ruin him.

“Aw I bet you didn’t get to cum before did you?”

“yeah...”

“Don't worry, baby I'll let you cum.”

You use your thumb to go back and forth on his sensitive tip while your other hand grabs the base of his dick and his mouth hangs wide open in endless moans and gasps. You pump his dick fast up and down, ruthlessly jerking him off and his breath hitches.

“Close!” He lets out the loudest moan so far and you abruptly stop. He utters a frustrated whine, hips bucking up and pouting at you, “I thought you said you’d let me cum.”

You can’t help but giggle at him. He’s so cute. “I will. In my pussy.” That seems to shut him up.

You get on top of him, straddling his waist and gently pinning both of his hands to the headboard. He looks at you slightly nervous.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“But I want to.”

“You sure?” He nods his head.

“Okay.” You inhale a breath before positioning his tip to your entrance and you look to his face again for confirmation and when there’s no sign of uncertainty , you slowly sink down.

“Oh, fuck! Feels so gooood” His face contorts in pleasure and he turns his head to the side, burying it into the pillow whilst his mouth stays parted. You lift up and drop back down hard, making him cry out a loud moan and you begin to ride him slow.

He was already so blissed out by you riding him slow you wonder how he’d be if you quicken your pace so you do, riding him mercilessly now, basically bouncing on his cock and he moans uncontrollably, incoherent words coming out of him with a fucked out face in a daze. Only his moans getting higher in pitch by the second and the noise of skin slapping filling the room.

“C-cumming, cumming!” And with a loud whine and his eyes slightly rolling back, his dick jerks and spills all inside of you with his body trembling.

His face right after being fucked is gorgeous. He’s breathless and panting by his first proper orgasm with his cheeks and chest flushed, face glistening because of the sweat and his fluffy hair completely wrecked now, glasses a bit crooked and head in the clouds.

Yeah, maybe you won’t end up getting the program done in time after all.

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wally-darling-hyperfixation · 1 year

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Are You Ok? Kid Wally x Psychologist GN Reader

Art is by clown. I finally found the little kids. If you ever feel this way please seek help and emotionally decompress. Don’t cause yourself more worries and make sure you try to love yourself. Always try. Enjoy!! Also Please do not be afraid to comment. i would love to know what yall think. And if you want to request something go ahead. Thanks!!!

Wally holds his mothers hand frightened. His mother has been worrying about him and how he is acting lately. She never sees him eat anymore. He always seems to be awake , having bags under his eyes, he always seems to be staring at the wall. He even has a look where he had sleepy eyes or stares long. He won’t share with her. So she brought him to (y/n) , a child psychologist who help kids in their daily life’s and to help parents understand what’s going on with them. Wally sees the big door and grips his mothers hand tight. “Mom, did I do something wrong? Why we somewhere scary? I’m sorry I’ll try to be better, don’t leave me please,” he was crying beside his mother . She bends down, “Wally sweetie. You did nothing wrong. This person just wants to help is all, alright.” Wally nods and they head into the office waiting.

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You look at the time and it is time for your next appointment after sending off a little one with a toy and a promise to work more next time. You walked out of your office and say the patients name , “Wally Darling?” The mother says here and bends down to Wally , “ Wally , hunny. This nice person is going to have a conversation with you. Just try to be honest, alright?” Wally nods sniffling and walks into the room not fully trusting us. He sits on couch in front you his little legs swaying as he holds his blanket close. You look at him, “hello sweetie. I’m (y/n) and I’m here to help you. Is there anything you would like to tell .” Wally shakes his head no holding his blanket tighter. You rub your chin and go to the toy chest and pull out a plush apple. Wally’s eyes seemed to brighten when he saw it but didn’t say anything. You saw and smile bringing it to him. “Here Wally. Why don’t you have this and calm down first. Then you can tell me what’s going on,” you tell the little one giving the plush and waiting for him to calm. He hugs the plush tight to him enjoying the firm yet soft feeling of it. (Apple plush is at end. I looked it up because most times in an unfamiliar environment. Kids need something to touch or fidget with to calm down)

Wally takes a deep breathe and starts talking . He says how he eats with his eyes. How he hears his walks talking to him. He looks so nervous staring constantly hugging the apple plush. He tells people are unnerved by how he never blinks. How is mom is worried he not eating cause she never sees him eat. About how people are scared by him looking at them. He cries hugging his plush. He is just a little kid. He doesn’t know what’s going on. You walk over and sit in front of him on your knees holding his little hand. “ I don’t find you scary Wally. Your just amazingly unique and that’s ok. Some kids find it better to draw out how they feel and I think a creative outlet would really help bring that sweet smile back. Your mom told me you have a lovely smile and I hope I can see it next time. Why don’t you keep the plush and,” you get an art kit out and give it to him , “show me what you draw next time. Because I would love if you visit me again,” you say and smile. Wally gives a small smile and nods. You send him to the waiting room with his mom waiting for him and you talk to her. You tell her that you believe Wally may have a form of autism though you aren’t sure what yet. Which means more appointments to figure out and help. He was busy drawing while you adults talk. You tell Mrs. Darling that he just needs time and to express himself. But other than that he seems alright and you would love to help him progress more. Mrs. Darling nods and sets up scheduled appointments then tells Wally it’s time to go. He frowns but nods and says “ Bye (y/n) I hope to talk again.” He gives a cute smile. You aww and say “Of course sweetie, I will see you next time.” And wave them off thinking about what you should work on next with the little Wally.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Thank y’all for reading this. You actually are the one who got Wally into drawing btw. Not canon but it’s cute that because Wally got help as a kid , it inspired him to keep drawing. I hope you like this. I have always hoped that one day I can do this for kids. And if you do have mental health problems. Please make sure to be able to talk about it. Do not keep it bottled in. It may get worse. Thank you!!!

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7ndipity · 7 months

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“Like Crazy”

Jimin x Idol Reader

Summary: Jimin asks you to fill in as his dance partner for a Like Crazy performance

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I hope you like it!

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Requests are open

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“Ok, let's take five and then we’ll go again!” The choreographer called.

Gratefully, you slumped down to the floor, letting your head rest against the wall as you took a few deep breaths. Comebacks were always exhausting, but this new choreo you’d been working on was really kicking your butt.

Letting your eyes fall shut, you made a mental note to try and make the next single be something slower, only to be jolted out of your train of thought by the sound of your phone.

Quickly digging it out of your bag, you couldn’t help the small grin that crept across your face as you read the caller ID. “💖Chimmy💖”

“Hey you.” You answered.

“Hey, uh, I have a huge favor to ask, and I need you to not hate me.” Jimin said quickly, sounding stressed.

“I would never hate you.” You replied.

“Would you be my dance partner?”

“What?” You blinked.

“Jinsol’s sick, and we need someone to fill in for this weekend's performance.” He explained. “I know it’s short notice, and you’re doing promotions right now too, but you’re one of the only other people who already knows the choreo.”

“Would the company be okay with us doing that?” You asked. Although it wasn’t a secret that you and Jimin were ‘close’, the exact status of your relationship was, and you knew that performing like this would inevitably stir up rumors.

“They said they could make it work, if you agreed.”

You considered it for a moment before speaking again. “Which days would you need me to cover?” You asked.

“Just Saturday.”

You sat up a little straighter. “Jimin… That’s Music Bank.” You said, stating the obvious.

“I know.”

“I’m also performing on Music Bank?”

“I know.” He repeated. “You can say no, it’s totally okay, I just had the thought-”

“No, I’ll do it.” You said quickly. The chance to actually perform with your boyfriend was not one you were keen on passing up, however sudden and hectic it might be.

“You will?!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, sure.” You replied. “The managers will probably hate it, But what the hell?”

“Ah, Y/n, thank you!!” He cried through the phone. “I’ll find a way to pay you back for this, I promise!”

“You better,” You giggled at his enthusiasm. “I’m risking the wrath of army here.”

“They’ll behave, don’t worry.” He said. “I gotta go and update everyone, I’ll call you again later. Love you.”

“Love you too.” You replied, hanging up and taking another deep breath.

Well, this weekend just got more interesting…

The next two days were filled with ducking between rehearsals, wanting to make sure you had the choreo for ‘Like Crazy’ down perfectly. Jimin had taught you the main portion of the dance a couple months ago as he was getting ready for promotions, but you still had to get the hang of dancing with the group for the other sections.

Now, as you were weaving through the crowded backstage area to catch up with the rest of Jimin's team and quickly change outfits, you were beginning to feel the pre-show nerves settling in, despite having just finished your own performance.

As soon as Jimin caught sight of you, he tackled you in a tight hug.

“You did amazing out there!” He said excitedly, giving you a squeeze before releasing you.

“You watched?”

“Of course I did!” He said, cocking his head at you. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t support my amazingly talented partner?”

Before you could come up with a retort, you were all being called to the stage. You and the others watched from the side as Jimin went out and greeted the crowd, thanking them all for coming and expressing how he hoped they would like the performance.

As the lights went down and you and the other dancers moved to your places, you heard a couple surprised shouts of your name, making you bite back a grin as you glanced back at Jimin. He shot you a quick smile and thumbs up before turning away.

As the music started, you took a deep breath, your earlier jitters quickly dissolving as you let everything else fade away, focusing only on following the others and Jimin.

When you reached the solo part of the song that was just you and Jimin, you had to bite back another smile as the two of you made eye contact as he sang, sending him a quick wink before you spun behind him, hearing the slightest waver in his voice as he fought back a laugh.

The rest of the dance went smoothly, and almost too soon, you were back in the starting position as the final notes of the song faded out, only to be immediately replaced by the crowd’s thunderous cheers.

Everyone quickly ducked off stage and headed back to the dressing rooms in flurry, you and a couple of the other dancers talking and complementing each other on the performance. After a few minutes, Jimin managed to pull you off to the side, pressing a quick, enthusiastic kiss to your lips.

“Thank you so much.” He whispered.

“You’re welcome.” You said. “Although, you know you’re gonna get in trouble for making moves on your dancers like this.”

“I can’t help it,” He whined. “You were too cute out there.”

“Do you think the fans liked it?”

“I hope so, I know I did.” He said.

“I’ve noticed.” You giggled as he tried to kiss you again, only to be interrupted by the sound of your names being called as your teams tried to find you.

He groaned. “We’d better go. Can I come over later?” He asked.

“You better, you still owe me payment for today, remember?” You teased.

“I’ll have to come up with something really good.” He grinned before slipping out the door ahead of you.

“Can’t wait.”

#jimin imagine #jimin scenarios #jimin drabbles #jimin x y/n #jimin x reader #jimin idol au #jimin x idol!reader #bts x idol!reader #bts idol au #jimin fluff #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts reactions #bts requests #bts drabble #7ndipity

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kining-the-evil · 1 year

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Chase has a cold and reader takes care of him? Maybe they're at work and reader works for house too?

Sick Day

Summary: Chase would prefer to pass out on the job then admit he’s sick.

an: more of just a Drabble since I had a surprisingly hard time writing this. I hope you enjoy it though

“You shouldn’t be here,” you hummed lightly. One hand was running through your boyfriends hair while the other was filling out some paperwork. Dispute being clearly sick, Chase had refused to stay home that morning. You had told him repeat to take the day off, you didn’t currently have a case and House could service with only having three people to fill out paperwork.

Foreman and Camron were sat in chairs in House’s office, while you were on a couch. Chase was laid down, his head on your lap while reading a file.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled. You just rolled your eyes, choosing to let it go.

“You’d think a doctor would stay home when sick if they work at a hospital.” All four of you looked up when House walked into the room. “Of course, everyone is already sick. What’s a simple cold?”

Chase pushed himself up to sit next to you, hoping to keep his bosses comments minimal. “I’m not sick.”

“Right, and my leg works amazingly. Never had an issue in my life.” House sat down at his desk, pointing at you. “Take him home.”

“I told you-“

��And as your boss, I’m saying you have to go home. And your girlfriend is taking you home now. Go, before you get someone else sick.”

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“Don’t even thing about it,” you warned. You had a cup of tea in your hands for Chase, and in the few minutes it had taken to make it he was already trying to get up.

“I was just going to-“

“Unless you’re going to the bathroom, you aren’t moving.” You handed him the cup, which he accepted with a small thanks. You went off to grab a couple of blankets from around your apartment for him, as well as tissues and cold medicine.

“Ok, it’s 11 now. So you can have more of this at 3 and 7. Also, stay hydrated. You have water as well as your tea.” You explained, walking back into the room. When you looked at him he had a smile on his face. “What?”

“Your doctor is coming out,” he chuckled, which just earned him an eye role.

“Whatever. Besides, the only reason I’m here is because you won’t relax without a babysitter.” You threw the blankets at him, and he let out an offended grunt. Once he was situated you started to get up, but he grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Where are you going?”

“Kitchen. I brought some files home to work on while you rest,” you explained.

“No, no, no,” he pulled you gently back into the couch with him. “If I’m stuck here, you are too.”

“I’m not even sick,” you argued, but allowed him to pull you to his side.

“We live in close proximity, you very well may have it to. Rest is the best way to stop it.”

“Are you going to stay here if I get up?”

“Nope. So you better get comfy.” You sighed in defeat, but pulled your feet up underneath you and cuddled into his side. At least he was finally resting.

#house md #house md x reader #house md request #robert chase x reader #robert chase

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drafthorsemath · 10 months

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Crosshair’s Redemption

I posted this here in response to an earlier post, but also thought this should just live on its own on my blog, so apologies if you’ve seen it twice. Essentially, here are some thoughts about whether Crosshair should be held accountable for his actions with the Empire. Spoilers for The Bad Batch Season 2.

I’ll start by saying that Crosshair is already holding himself accountable, even if he’s not calling it that. When people say they want redemption for Crosshair, often, from what I’ve seen, they either implicitly or explicitly want him specifically to suffer in some way and many don’t seem to realize that he is already suffering. They seem to think he deserves that suffering and then some. In some cases, they flat out want him dead and think that is the only way for him to “pay” and be redeemed. I won’t even pretend I’m not projecting when I say that as a cult survivor, that hurts me to my core because I relate to him so much and I suppose I’m at the point in all this when I can talk more about what it’s like to be in a cult and why people do what they do. (If you want to hear what it’s like growing up in a doomsday cult, I’ve been interviewed for two podcasts and can direct you there and my DMs are open.)

No, I didn’t murder anyone, so you might think Crosshair has done worse than I have. I’m not here to argue about that, but in some ways I think helping to destroy someone’s life or sense of self without killing them can be just as bad, no? I definitely hurt people, even if I didn’t kill them. I hurt them deeply, just as I was hurt, but is that an excuse? No. But also, I was under the influence of many layers of authority in my cult. Did they put a gun to my head and “make” me do hurtful things? No, but they also constructed the situation so that it very much felt like life or death. I did what I had to do to survive. Does that mean I’m not accountable? Also no. Amazingly, it’s complicated. I’ve certainly paid for my time in the cult even though I was born into it. No one else showed up and passed down a punishment, but figuring out how to grieve, make right, help others, and build a life while thoroughly traumatized was pretty damn punishing.

How is my survival in a cult any different than Crosshair trying to survive? Different than Crosshair telling Hunter there is a place for all of them in the Empire? Any different than Crosshair saying he made his choice and the clones that matter will be just fine? Crosshair may try to play it cool and seem unaffected, but this man is doing what he feels he needs to do in order to survive in circumstances that are not of his choosing.

I think by The Outpost it becomes very clear that Crosshair is changing, even though we see glimpses earlier. He was literally pushed to the point where he thought his life would end for killing Nolan. You can argue that he didn’t know for sure if his life would be over, but when he killed that asshole, he could have been shot where he was and he knew it. He knew by that point that the Empire did not care about him at all and he still pulled the trigger.

Crosshair started holding himself accountable the moment he started making different decisions. The moment he went from playing along to survive to actively going against the Empire was when he started holding himself accountable.

We should also talk about the chip that was (is?) in his head. He was very much being controlled at least at the beginning of season 1. We know that the clones acted the way they did during Order 66 because of the chips. Should he still be held responsible for what he did under the influence of the chip? Then what about Cody and Bly and Wolffe and every other clone who killed or tried to kill the Jedi? Like where do we draw the line? Is it even our job to draw the line? Is it the job of the Rebellion to draw the line? I don’t think it is. I think it’s fine for the Rebellion to say, “if you don’t see what you did as a problem, then we don’t want to work with you,” but I don’t think they should get a firing squad or pass down a punishment. In Rebels, did the Rebellion not want to work with Rex, Gregor, or Wolffe? Kanan had feelings about it, sure, but ultimately no one made them atone for being clones under the influence of a chip.

It’s always interesting to me that people talk about Crosshair atoning, but not Vader or Sidious or Kylo Ren or any number of lower level cult leaders like Rampart. Maybe it’s because we already know what will happen to Vader, Kylo, and Sidious. Maybe it’s because they die and we figure that has to cover all their transgressions, but we don’t know how Crosshair’s story will end and people want to make sure there’s some “justice.”

Throughout season 2, although there’s not a ton of Crosshair shown, we see he’s really miserable. He’s not sleeping, he’s not eating, he was left on the platform for 32 rotations. He looks like hell and he feels like hell. He is so expressive and it’s clear he’s miserable by the look on his face. Isn’t he already paying for his bounded choice? Being in a cult is already awful, it’s really traumatizing, but people seem to love to pile on more guilt and then blame cult members like if they just weren’t so stupid none of this would have happened. Ultimately, the only people in cults who are irredeemable are the upper cult leaders. Sidious does not care about anyone but himself. He can’t be redeemed. Everyone else though? There’s hope for them. Don’t we want a better world where people can learn from their mistakes and help others? Where growing and bettering oneself is an ongoing process that lasts a life time? How many awful things need to happen to Crosshair before people will say “okay you ticked enough boxes, I forgive you now”? He is a complicated man, but he has empathy and he loves and cares for his family. Again this doesn’t mean he gets off without paying for what he’s done, but also, he’s already paying for his choices by living in a version of hell. Being in a cult is terrible and soul-crushing for everyone but the top cult leader.

I also would be remiss if I didn’t mention how Crosshair spent the end of season 2 strapped to a table, able to fight drugs in his system to get far enough to warn his siblings that the Empire is after Omega. While the full message didn’t get out, he did his utmost to warn them. He didn’t try to run for himself. He tried to save his family. If that isn’t Crosshair trying to do better and holding himself accountable then I don’t know what is.

Ultimately, I think when people want someone to hold Crosshair accountable, they are missing a part of his humanity and they assume he must want all that has happened. It’s like they think someone must dish out justice because surely he doesn’t realize how badly he screwed up, but Crosshair knows he messed up and now he has to reckon with it. Assigning the Rebellion or some person or group the job of holding him accountable only furthers the us versus them that cults instill into their members. It will only push him away further. Do you want to know what happened between me and the people who felt I needed to be held accountable for my time in a cult (that I was born into, just like the clones)? I never spoke to them again and I had one less person offering support as I tried to build some semblance of a life. The few threads of connection that I had were ultimately severed because they felt I hadn’t gone through enough.

Let Crosshair go on this journey. Let him try to do what is right, because he’s well on his way. Let him grieve for all that has happened and all he’s done. Because I promise, he’s grieving. He’s lonely and guilting himself to his core. It’s written all over his face.

#tbb crosshair #the bad batch #crosshair #tbb #tbb meta #the empire is a cult #when i don't know whether to post something on its own or reply with it so i do both i guess #the bad batch crosshair #cw cult mention #cw cult #cw cult recovery

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runningthroughthegarden · 11 months

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Hi how are you ❤️? You write amazingly well <3

I was wondering, if you take requests, if you could write a Jack/Ethan fic inspired by "You're Losing Me" by Taylor Swift. (You can decide the ending, line sad or not)

Thanks you 💕

thank you!! yall love being heartbroken, me too!! requests are open, i love doing them :)

you and jack had been dating for a year when he got offered a role in scream vi. you were more than excited for him, even though it meant you would be spending a lot of time apart. you both decided you would do everything in your power to make it work, but lately that was proving to be easier said than done. the last couple of days you could barely get in touch with him. whenever he did reply it was small or dry remarks. you felt lonely in the apartment you once shared. sitting, staring at the walls that were once filled with laughter and love. feeling your phone buzz you are quick to check the notification.

“hey babe sorry ive had a long day on set”

“jack we havent talked in days. i don't understand”

“i know you don't. listen i’ll call you tomorrow”

crashing on your bed, tears begin to dwell in your eyes.

you say, "I don't understand" and I say, "I know you don't"

we thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

pacing your room with your phone up to your ear you begin to grow anxious. jack broke his empty promise and didn’t call you. so now here you were, trying to piece it back together. as the ringing stops, a smile is cast across your face.

“jack!! hey, i miss you”

“hey what did you want”

“well you said you were gonna call and i just wanted to check up on you”

“im a little busy right now”

“oh okay maybe we can call again later”

a deep sigh is his only response.

“is everything okay?”

“no everythings not okay! i cant get anything done when youre bothering me all day. im working and all you want to do is talk about your day. im sorry but i really don't care right now”

“oh okay. i’ll let you go”

throwing your phone onto your bed, you break down in sobs.

do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

i'm getting tired even for a phoenix

always risin' from the ashes

mendin' all her gashes

you might just have dealt the final blow

you spent the evening on your bed, shaking with tears streaming down your eyes. you could only thing about how good things used to be. when you had a boyfriend who absolutely adored you. now it seemed like you had no one at all. your heart was racing a million hours per hour and yet you felt absolutely nothing.

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse

my heart won't start anymore... for you

'cause you're losing me

after that night, that call, you made it a point to stay out of jacks way. he would facetime you every now and then. while he got his hair done, goofing around on set, or just in his trailer. none of these times did he seem to notice that none of your smiles reached your eyes. your replies were empty and solemn. you were happy to see him so excited but apart of you hated him for not realizing what he had done. for not realizing how deep his words had truly affected you.

“hey you okay”

biting your nails behind the screen

“lately not really” you honestly replied.

“hang on mason's gotta tell me something. i’ll call you later. love you."

every mornin' I glared at you with storms in my eyes

how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

my face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

your surprised to hear a knock at your door. you open it to reveal your curly headed boyfriend. he had stopped responding to you completely a few days ago, so saying you were shocked to see him was an understatement. tired of being the only one trying to keep the relationship afloat, you let out your frustration.

“what are you doing here jack”

“hey i just wanted to check up on you, i have a few days off”

he brings you into a hug, but you stay stiff below him.

“whats wrong?” he asks, picking up on your mood.

“you ignore me for days and expect me to be excited to see you?”

“ive been busy you know that”

“jack we barely talk anymore. and when we do you blow me off in the first 5 minutes. hell you even told me to stop talking to you.” you explain, tears filling your eyes.

“look im sorry, the movies just been taking up all my time."

“and the movies more important than me right?” you say barely above a whisper.

“no but this is my job, my life”

“then maybe you should only worry about yourself” finally looking into his eyes.

“what are you trying to say”

“im saying we’re done jack. i cant keep putting myself through hell only for you not to give a shit”

“no c'mon we can make this work.”

“yeah thats what you said last time. please jack im going to ruin myself if this keeps happening.”

you both are a crying mess at this point.

not saying another word, jack leaves.

and the air is thick with loss and indecision

i know my pain is such an imposition

now, you're running down the hallway

and you know what they all say

"you don't know what you got until it's gone"

the next morning you find a letter left at your front door.

my love,

i'm sorry. for absolutely everything. i love you endlessly. when the stars realign, i’ll be there. but for now, be with someone who can give you everything i couldn't.

-jack

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse

my heart won't start anymore... for you

'cause you're losing me

stop 'cause you're losing me

crumpling up the paper you begin to cry.

i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

giving up so much of yourself, you were absolutely exhausted. the beautiful relationship you once had is now behind you.

you're losing me

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore

giving up the fight, you were at rest.

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #scream vi #taylor swift

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bouncybongfairy · 9 months

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Business Partners

Lip Gallagher x Fem Reader

Summary: While helping Lip with the Ice Cream truck, things take a heated turn.

Work Count: 2.5k+

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It was a hot summer day on the Southside. The type of heat that requires two cold showers a day to rinse accumulating sweat. You were sitting on the porch with a couple of neighborhood friends. The living room was the only room with a swamp cooler and your dad was hosting a poker game with a couple of buddies. You didn’t want to be around all the cigar smoke. At least outside there was air circulation to slightly combat the heat. You swatted a fly away from your face and sighed. It was 5pm, and the sun was just barely letting up. Your friends had left, unable to take the scorching heat any longer. You were happy they left early because you were about to offer a blunt that your dad rolled for you; which meant it would be rolled extremely well. After lighting it you looked around and saw Lip on his porch. He was wearing a muscle tank and shorts. His hair that was normally wild was slightly weighed down slightly with sweat.

Distracted by his appearance you didn't immediately notice that he was walking towards you. As he got closer, he took one last drag of the cig and flicked it into the street. Not wanting to show the insecurity, you didn't change your position on the porch; your back was pressed against the small cement wall with your legs crossed and lay straight out on a step.

"Hey, you're uh, Y|N right?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes," You said.

"Are you busy?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" You said; of course you knew him, not personally, but his reputation precedes him.

"No, I was a teacher's aid in your 5th period math class this last year. I graded alot of your work and you are fucking amazingly quick and accurate with 90% of your work. Anyway, I have an ice cream truck that I operate with a neighbor but he can't make it tonight. I was wondering if you would help me tonight? If not, it's cool though," He said, using both hands to push his hair back.

"Give me like 30 minutes?" You asked standing up.

"See you at 5:30," He said.

After walking back into the house and saying hello to your dad and his friends you dart to your room. You look around your room trying to figure out what to wear. You weren't scared or nervous to hang out with him. You had been in relationships with people and maybe even had one or two one night stands. The idea of hanging out with a new boy didn't intimidate you in the slightest. You grab your pink cotton mini skirt and a white tank top before going to the bathroom to rinse your body off and change clothes. It only took you about 15 minutes to get in and out of the bathroom. Once you get back to your room you start gathering your stuff into a purse. Simple things like chapstick, mascara, vape, and your wallet. You threw a cardigan on and grabbed your phone before heading out.

You gave your dad a bullshit excuse about hanging out at your friend Jenny's house as you left. Once you walk outside, the beat up ice cream truck pulls up to the curb outside your house. Having to pull a couple of times you finally get the passenger door open. There wasn't a passenger seat, only a white fold out chair that was set up. You take your cardigan off and lay it over the seat before sitting.

"Am I allowed to smoke in here?" You asked, taking out the barely smoked blunt that you were puffing on earlier.

"Only if you share," He said playfully, starting to head towards the park.

"So do you only sell ice cream?" You asked.

"Straight to the point? We sell joints but nothing more extreme than that. Distribution to a minor isn't a charge that I really want," He said, you handed him the blunt which he carefully took.

"I don't think it'll matter if you want it once you have it," You said laughing.

"Fair enough," He said.

Once you got to the park things became way more relaxed. Lip explained not to sell to kids who are too young; if a dad came to the car with kids try to insinuate what you guys really sell. There was a line of about four people, you were trying to get through them as quickly as you could considering it was starting to get dark. Lip was behind you rolling joints as fast as you were selling them. Having him behind you was making your stomach flip every once in a while. It reminded you of when you would make contact with each other in math class. It happened at least once everyday that Lip would bother to show up. He has such a poker face that it can be hard to read him, most of the boys at your school were clueless. You could read them as easily as Doctor Seuss, they only really cared about a few particular things: sex, drugs, overly sexist pop culture figures and other frivolous concepts. There was no mystery to them because they were all overly vocal and aggressive. As if you were engaging in a conversation they started, was verbal confirmation that you were into them.

Lip on the other hand, didn't feel the need to be aggressive or out spoken to maintain a certain level of masculinity; which is extremely attractive. You had also heard from the grapevine that he was extremely good in bed. This intrigued you because the couple boys you had slept with were.. bad to put in bluntly. It always felt so impersonal, it went from kissing directly sex which at times was painful. One of your friends confided in you about when she and Lip hooked up at a party. It was the first time anyone had given her head before they had sex. She explained to you that she never realized that penetrative sex could be so enjoyable. Everything about him was just so intoxicating. The way he made eye contact from the moment he started a conversation to the moment he ended it. You broke your day dreaming to help the last customer who came up to the window. He was an older man in a construction uniform. Before you could even greet him Lip put a hand on your shoulder and motioned for you to sit down.

You sit down and light one of the joints that he rolled. The man kept trying to peer over the window to see you but Lip kept moving to block his view; this made you blush a deep shade of red. It was things like that: instead of calling him out verbally he used more subtle ways of proving his point. This just touched on how smart and strategic he was in his actions. You tuck your hair behind your ear and stare up at Lip. He was still wearing that muscle-tee, exposing his shoulders and arms. Due to the heat, his body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Making his features pop out that much more. He closed the window and pulled out another chair to sit down with you. You pass him the joint and cross your legs.

"What do you think of the business?" Lip asked.

"I think I deserve 20% of today's profits," You said, smirking.

"Usually 10% is average for new business partners," He said.

"Yeah well, I am a bit over qualified as you admitted," You said.

"Fair enough," he said letting the joint hang from his lips as he pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket, "20% of 300 is-"

"60 bucks," You said, interrupting him, holding out your hand. He laughed and handed the money to you.

"Oh I wasn't being super serious, you keep it. I've already been smoking your supply so don't even worry about it," You said pushing the money back.

"Well it would have been worth it. I love Kev to death but he needs a fucking calculator while he serves people," Lip said ashing the joint into a glass mug.

You made small talk about life, you told him about the job you have at your dad's liquor store. Lip was surprised that you held a job considering your grades. You explained how you're gonna use school as a tool to leave the Southside. It's not like you hated living here but you really wanted to live in California. He explained to you that he wasn't concerned with school right now but that maybe one day he would go. You didn't bother giving him the 'if you just applied yourself' speech because you were sure he heard it a million times over. After sitting at the park for a while you convince Lip to go to one of your favorite food spots: Gus Jr.

"Wouldn't it be funny if we left the truck hotboxed so that when we open the window to pay the worker gets blasted with smoke?" You propose while taking a rag.

"Where do you come up with this shit, that's an amazing idea," Lip said laughing and extending his arm to get the joint.

Lip committed so hard to the scheme that he got out of the car to order in order to keep the smoke from escaping through the opened window. You got a chicken burger and Lip got a standard cheeseburger. Once he got back in the car you both lit a joint each and started huffing on it as fast as you could. You tried but you couldn't keep up with Lip, it was like he was just breathing smoke without needing air. There was so much smoke in the car that it was beginning to burn your eyes. You grab your purse and pull your wallet out and hand Lip two twenties. He didn't take the money and before you could protest this, the window attendant was trying to get Lip's attention. He rolled down the window and a wave of smoke poured out.

"Oh sorry about that, I had no idea it was so hot boxed in here. That's my bad," Lip said acting clueless; the commitment he had to this was making it extremely hard to hold back your laughter.

"That's what's up bro, when the window opened my mouth started watering," The young man with dyed hair and piercings said.

"If we give you a free joint will you give me a strawberry shake?" You asked, getting up from your seat and over Lip.

Your head stuck out the window, one hand was on the window and your other hand was pulling down the back of your skirt. You were covered in a thin layer of sweat which was causing your white tank top to stick to your chest. When you pulled your other hand back from behind yourself, you accidentally brushed your hand against Lip's crotch. Even though it was an accident, you were happy it happened. You grabbed the joint that was tucked behind his ear. This kid was practically drooling, without speaking he nodded in agreement and rushed back into the kitchen. Lip gently rested his hand on your lower thigh, rubbing his hand up and down. You turned to look back at him and the look on his face was making you melt. It was completely dark by this point but Lip was so red it looked like he'd been out in the sun for hours. You broke eye contact to greet the manipulatable Gus Jr worker who came back.

"Thank you so-so much," You said, handing the joint to him after he handed her the shake and bags of food.

He muttered a shy 'not a problem' as you sat back down on your chair. Lip drove away and found a place to park so they could eat. He ended up finding an abandoned parking garage, driving the truck to the top floor. You both sat on the white fold out chairs and started eating. The straw was covered in whipped cream, Dutch Bro style. You licked a drip of melting cream coming down the lid of your shake cup. Then take the straw into your mouth, cleaning the whip cream off.

"Are you doing that on purpose?" Lip asked, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth.

"No but I don't blame you for thinking that, it was inadvertently sexual," You said.

"Oh don't get me wrong. It still would have been hot if you were doing it on purpose but somehow it's that much hotter knowing you weren't thinking about it," He said, washing down a mouthful with his Pepsi.

"Is that the only reason you asked me to help you tonight? To get in my panties?" You asked.

"No, if I only wanted to hook up I would have just asked to fuck. I think you're a dime and smart. I take you more seriously than a girl I just wanna have sex with," He said.

"Flattering truly, and here I thought this night would end in you begging to get off in some way," You said finishing off your burger. Lip playfully out his hands to his chest as if he was hurt.

"Oh please princess Y|N, let me have the honor of eating you out," He mocks, holding his hands together as if he was praying.

"Wish granted," You said, spreading your legs slightly.

"Are you serious?" He asked.

You spread your legs wider and wrap your lips around straw from the shake. You nod your head yes and wait for his reaction. He wiped his hands down on his shirt before getting off his chair. He got on his knees in front of you and kissed you on each knee. Then runs his hands up the outside of your thighs, hooking his fingers around your thong. He pulls it down eagerly yet gently, letting them fall around one ankle. He trailed small pecks along your inner thighs, making your legs twitch. He started kissing your lips, like he was teasing you before dipping his tongue in. Once he did, you threw your head back, pushing your pelvis closer to his face. It started slow, like he was getting to know your anatomy. You run your fingers through his hair, moaning while looking up at the ceiling. When you looked down at Lip, he was already staring at you. You giggle and look away, embarrassed that he had been looking at you without you knowing.

He starts to speed up, flicking his tongue quickly against your clit. You pull at his hair which causes him to moan against you. Feeling the vibrations from his lips against you made you buck yourself into his face. One of his hands moves from gripping your thigh to your pussy. He inserts his middle and ring finger into you, thrusting them in and out at a painfully slow speed. He sped up his tongue and the combination of slow thrusts with his over stimulating fast tongue was driving you crazy. Your stomach was so warm it was starting to feel like you were burning.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," You whine out, trying your hardest to keep yourself from doing so. It felt so good that you didn't want to end it by cumming so fast.

No longer being able to hold yourself back you begin to orgasm. One leg stayed on the ground bouncing up and down while you lifted the other one. Using his hair to pull him in closer to you, your head was fully tipped back and you were moaning out quite loudly. He pulled away from you and took his shirt off, wiping his face off before cleaning you up.

"Would the head I just gave you be considered part of that 20% profit you're entitled to?" He asked playfully.

"Shut the fuck up," You say laughing, smacking him in the shoulder. He laughed and drove you home.

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ejzah · 5 months

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For @anonkp, who wanted a continuation of my previous story, “Shattered Beyond Repair”. (I originally said the companion fic was a different title, but that is incorrect).

***

We’ll Make it New

The past three weeks has been miserable. While Deeks had officially ended their relationship, he hadn’t left NCIS or LAPD. At least not yet. Apparently he’d handed in his resignation, but told both Bates and Hetty he would stay on until they found his replacement.

It was a unique kind of torture. Seeing Deeks every day made her chest ache with longing, yet she coveted every moment they had together. To make it a little easier on her, Sam and Callen had taken to splitting she and Deeks up more days than not.

Thankfully they’d refrained from making any comments so far. Small favors, she supposed.

Today, started out with a debrief in OPS as usual on a suspicious double murder. Instead of standing next to Kensi as he once did, Deeks took position near the back of the room. As though he was physically distancing himself as much as he was emotionally.

“What do you think, Deeks?” Callen asked after Nell and Eric had gone over all the current details. Everyone turned to face Deeks, unusually quiet these days, and he considered the question for a few seconds.

This new version of him was quieter, more serious, more prone to deliberation. Like so many things recently, she regretted ever wishing that Deeks would less talkative, less the jokester…less him. She regretted not appreciating what they had.

“I think it’s suspicious that Lt. Anderson knew both victims and just rolled back into town two days ago,” Deeks said eventually. And that was it.

“Ok, then Sam and Kensi you can go talk to the Lieutenant. Deeks and I will interview his immediate superior,” Callen decided.

***

“How you holding up?” Sam asked as they drove to the Lieutenant’s home.

“Barring my father’s death and the times I’ve thought Deeks was dead, these have been the worst weeks of my life,” Kensi answered truthfully. “And I know what you’re going to say: I told you so,” she added with an exhausted sigh.

“Actually, I wasn’t. I don’t take any pleasure in your or Deeks’ pain,” Sam replied. “I do think you have some considerations to make.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you two are clearly both miserable. Deeks wants out, you don’t. I’d say you need to figure out if there’s a way that you can make both of those happen while existing as a couple?”

“Well, if it were that easy, I wouldn’t be single or searching for a new home.” She didn’t mean to snap, but she was on edge and feeling judged.

“I never said it was easy.” Sam chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Believe me, Michelle and I had this “conversation” more than once.” He smiled softly. “When Michelle got pregnant, it was a big surprise. She was the one who decided to resign from fieldwork, but we argued a lot about whether I should stay in or not. In the end, we decided that me staying would work.

“I wouldn’t say that I regret that decision, but I missed out on quite a few bedtimes, school events, and all over the years. Those are times I can’t get back. And I can’t get back the missed date nights with Michelle. Or the days when she had to be the only parent to our kids.”

“I’m getting mixed messages here,” Kensi said with mild annoyance.

“Sorry. Basically, if being an NCIS Special Agent is what does make you happy, then that’s fine. If not…maybe it’s time to reconsider,” Sam said. “Work will always be there, people won’t.”

***

Kensi found herself rethinking Sam’s advice for the next several days. Somehow, once he’d laid it all out for her, it did seem amazingly simple. She wasn’t happy or content, even if she didn’t find some amount of pleasure in her work. It all seemed dull and worthless without Deeks by her side.

Which is why four days after talking with Sam, she found herself walking up the cracked sidewalk to the address she’d convinced Nell to give her. She knocked on the door before she chickened out and waited, heart pounding.

When Deeks opened the door a few moment later, he blinked in apparent surprise at finding her on his doorstep.

“Kensi, what are you—?”

“I quit,” she blurted out before Deeks could even voice his entire question. Which was not what she’d planned on saying at all.

“You quit?” Deeks repeated slowly, shaking his head slowly. “As in…?”

“NCIS. As of this morning, I’m not an NCIS Special Agent.”

Deeks’ face lit up for the briefest of seconds before he sobered, his expression shifting to one of disbelief. “Why?”

“Because I want you,” Kensi said reaching for his hand. She didn’t let his lack of response dissuade her.

“That didn’t make a difference before. At least not enough of one,” he reminded her. Kensi dipped her head, acknowledging his comment with a short nod.

“Yeah, well, I had a talk with Sam and he gave me reconsider some things.”

“He’s pretty good at that,” Deeks murmured softly, with a hint of his usual humor.

“He is.” She lifted her head, tears pricking the back of her eyes, as she took a step closer. “And I really missed you. More than any position, or mission could ever make up for.”

“But Kensi, you love field work. You love everything about helping people, the intrigue, and danger of it all. I can’t live up to that.” Her heart ached at the quiet hope tinged with resignation in Deeks’ voice.

“Yes, you can,” Kensi insisted fiercely, grasping his hand and pressing it to her chest. “Because I love you. More than anything. I can find ways to help people and fulfill my inner daredevil that won’t put me in danger the way that fieldwork does.”

“Are you sure?” Deeks whispered, his thumb gently rubbing over the back of her hand.

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Yes, I want to be with you.”

Deeks made a sound that was a cross between a gasp of relief and a sob, drawing her into his arms. Kensi cupped her hands around his jaw, almost desperate in her need to kiss him.

“I love you,” he whispered, burying his nose in her neck. She felt him shudder against her, and held him even tighter.

She’d come so close to losing this, him, forever. She’d never make that mistake again.

“I love you too,” she repeated. “So much.”

***

I hope that was alright.

Thanks for the prompt!

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nikos-oneshots · 5 months

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hello HELLO guess who's back and is into monster prom now.

could i have some headcanons for calculester with a friend who struggles in school?

:D - 🪐

Calculester & Reader who Struggles in School.

Warnings: No beta we die like everybody in the z'gord ending ✌️ Word Count: 0.6k Pronouns: None Notes: I COMPLETELY FORGOT THIS SAID HEADCANONS UNTIL I WENT BACK TO POST THIS!! D: I'M SORRY ANON!! If you want me to remake this, then I will! Note 2: ALSO IM SO GLAD YOUR INTO MONSTER PROM ANON!! I love monster prom so much so i'm always happy to do requests for it!! I hope you enjoy!

Calculester Hewlett-Packard does really well in school. He has the internet as his brain, everything known by man at his fingertips. I wouldn’t assume he talks about school much because he knows he has a huge advantage over everybody else and doesn’t want to upset people by telling them that he has straight A’s in most of his classes. This rule especially applies to you, Cal knows that you don’t do the best in school. Whether you are a person who tries super hard and still doesn’t make it that far or decides to skip class multiple times a week, I would imagine Calculester would be clueless about your struggles.

I would think that he would only notice after midterms.

Everybody is sharing their scores. Liam is subtly bragging about how he got the highest in the school, Polly is super excited to show everybody that she got a 69 and Scott is relieved that he just did good enough to stay on the football team. You on the other hand, aren’t really happy about your score, you did your best, or maybe you didn’t, point is, you got a 20. Cal comes up to you asking about your score, you were hesitant to show him, but after he showed you his score of 89, you showed him your score.

“Oh, dear Friend Y/N. Not to alarm you, but that has been the lowest score I have seen yet. I apologize for your test failure.”

You look down in shame, you thought at least somebody would have done worse.

“I notice your struggles now Friend Y/N. If you are open to the idea, I could teach you what I know, like tutoring. Your problem may be that the strategies the professors here use aren’t effective for you to learn from. What do you say?”

You decide to take him up on his offer and once you begin your first session at the library. Calculester proves himself to be a great teacher, he knows how to tailor the way he teaches to match your learning style. You get through worksheets faster and actually begin learning the material. Along with potentially turning your marks around, you also begin to connect with Calculester more than you have already before! As you get him to talk about himself during your breaks, you learn about the way he also tutors Scott and how much of a struggle it was. You learned that even though he is a sentient computer, he still has so much he still needs to learn about interacting with others. You also learn a couple new plant facts!

When your next big test came up for your science class a couple months later, you went into it with a newfound confidence, an attitude completely different from your usual one. Calculester wished you luck, he was confident you would do amazingly, but deeper down, he was nervous for you. He dreaded the possibility that you come back with a terrible score again, he was scared that you would lose faith in him as a teacher and along with that, your trust; He could have sworn he was about to malfunction with how worried he was for you.

As you received your scores a week later, you instantly go to find Cal to show him your score. You try to hide the smile on your face, but you can’t as you give him your paper marked with a large 79 at the top. Relief washed over him and pulled you into a hug. He was so glad he was able to help you, both of your hard work paid off and he was glad that you had managed to achieve your goal with his help, validating his ability as a tutor. As the bell rang, you guys walked to your next class together. As you guys passed his classroom, you shouted to him as he was going to walk in.

“See you after school for our study session!”

Lots of Love -Niko

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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Tonight’s the night

Dmitri Antonov + Female reader

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ swearing, drinking, and smut ~

Two months ago you, Joyce and Murray helped Hopper escape from Russia. It also happens to be where you met the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen Dmitri Antonov. Love at first site. Once you’d all settled back to America the two starting dating, it was going amazingly! However with settling back into normality and dealing with everything that happened you and Dmitri had not had chance to be alone properly. You confide in Joyce about your problem and she comes up with a plan to get you and Dmitri properly acquainted

❤️*This is a request from the lovely @themightyloki thank you so much I loved writing this, sorry it took so long! And of course had to use your GIF!* ❤️

Two months ago your life changed for the better. Two months prior two that was the darkest time of your life. But here. Right now. Everything was good. Perfect even. You, Dmitri and Mikhail had settled into your new house together. You loved living with them. They were your new life. Your family. You treated Mikhail as if he was your own even though he was a little more than half your age, but it didn’t bother you because you were finally happy. It was like any other Friday, Dmitri working at the station with Hopper, Mikhail at school with the others and you, well you hadn’t quite found a job yet despite looking everyday. Dmitri told you not to worry something will come up. As you browse the local paper looking through the job section there’s a knock at the door. You get up and answer it. ‘Joyce, this is a nice surprise. Please come in!’ You say letting her in. ‘I thought since it was my day off you’d like some company.’ She says making her way to the kitchen. You close the door and follow her through. ‘I’d love some. Thanks, want a drink or anything?’ You say turning on the kettle. ‘That’d be great thanks. But was thinking maybe something a little stronger?’ She says placing a bottle of wine on the table. You didn’t even realise she’s carried it through. You chuckle and grab two wine glasses from the cupboard. ‘Let’s get more comfortable’ you say making your way to the sofa. Joyce follows through as you place the wine glasses down. She opens the bottle and pours a generous amount in. She passes you the glass and sits down next to you. ‘Cheers’ she says barging her glass to yours. ‘Cheers’ you clink glasses and take a sip. ‘Mmm that’s good!’ You say licking your lips. ‘Hopper sure can pick a good wine even if he can’t pronounce most’ she says with a small giggle. ‘Speaking of Hopper, how are you guys?’ You ask with a smile. Joyce sighs happily, ‘we are really good. I’m just so happy he’s back. I’m even more happier when the kids go to the Wheelers tomorrow night, if you know what I mean’ she says winking at you. You laugh and take a sip of wine. Letting out a sigh. ‘I wish I would know’ ‘You mean you two haven’t?’ Joyce asks avoiding the word. ‘Fucked?’ You say bluntly. ‘Nope nothing’ you say throwing your head on the side of the sofa cushion. ‘Oh sweetie, why!’ She asks surprised. ‘It’s not that we don’t want to. Believe me we do. It’s just, we never get chance to. With Dmitri working a lot, me looking for jobs, Mikhail and his homework. I know they sound like shit excuses but that the truth’ you say taking a big gulp of wine. ‘Y/N you should of said! Joyce says leaning forward. You chuckle. ‘What told you about my non existent sex life?’ You ask amused. ‘Yes!’ She replies. You frown at her feeling confused. ‘No what I mean is if I would of known sooner I could of helped you. I still can’ she says smiling. ‘Joyce I love you but you’ve lost me completely.’ You say refilling your glass. ‘Sorry, what I mean is why don’t we have Mikhail tonight? We’ve got the boys over for a sleepover, why doesn’t he join too?’ She suggests. You stop filling your glass and put it on the table. You turn slowly to her and smile widely. ‘Yes! Yes please Joyce. I would be so damn grateful. Thank you! I could kiss you right now!’ You say bringing her in for a hug. She laughs and hugs you back. ‘You can save all that kissing for Dmitri’ she says with a wink. ‘You need to help me find something to wear!’ You say leaping from the sofa and dragging her down to yours and Dmitri’s bedroom.

Dmitri is sat at his desk typing up some notes from the last arrest. ‘Do you ever stop working?’ Hopper says with a laugh making his way over to Dmitri. He sits on his very tidy desk. Dmitri looks up and replies, ‘sometimes’ he shrugs his shoulders. ‘Been meaning to ask, how things with you and Y/N?’ Hopper says taking a bite out of a doughnut. Dmitri sighs, ‘good. Really good in fact.’ ‘Then why doesn’t your face match with what you’ve just said?’ Hopper asks. ‘It’s, it’s just’ Dmitri looks around the office to make sure no one’s listening. ‘It is going great Hopper truly. But we, we haven’t, you know?’ Dmitri trails off. Hopper makes a O shape with his lips. ‘Fuck. I just presumed you two had’ Hopper replies. ‘We want to. But there’s never anytime to’ he says sipping his now cold coffee. Hopper thinks for a minute finishing his doughnut. ‘Why not take her out on a date? An actually date? You know candles, wine, food?’ Hopper suggests. Dmitri smiles, ‘I’d love to but Mikhail. We can not leave him home alone.’ ‘So don’t, bring him over to Joyce’s and mine. We got the rest of them and I’m sure Mikhail would love to join’ he offers with a kind smile. Dmitri sits up straight a smile beaming from ear to ear. ‘Are you sure?’ He asks. Hopper nods. ‘Course! Man if me and Joyce hadn’t fucked yet. I’d be losing my mind. I’ll call Joyce and let her know. By the way I recommend Enzo’s. Amazing breadsticks’ Hopper says with a wink. It’s funny thinking that was his code name. ‘Thank you Hopper. I owe you’ Dmitri says still beaming with a smile. ‘Don’t worry about it’ he says walking off to his office.

Hopper calls Joyce but no look. He remembers that she said she might pop over to see Y/N so he tries there. A few rings later and you answer. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hey Y/N, is Joyce there?’ Hopper asks. ‘Yeah she is, one second! Joyce it’s Hop!’ You call for her. She makes her way to you and you hand her the phone walking back to the bedroom. ‘Hey Hop, what’s up?’ Joyce asks. ‘Hey honey, no nothing. Just wanted to let you know we’ve got an extra one tonight. Mikhail is staying over’ Hopper says with a smile. ‘How did you know?’ Joyce asks surprised. ‘What do you mean? I just arranged it with Dmitri. He’s gonna take out Y/N to Enzo’s then take her home so they can… you know’ Hopper says down the phone. Joyce laughs. ‘What’s so funny?’ Hopper asks scrunching his nose. ‘I offered to have Mikhail stay over too. She told me they haven’t.. had sex yet! So I decided to help’ she said the last part in a whisper. Hopper laughs now too. ‘Well aren’t we some great friends?’ He says. ‘The best’ Joyce replies

As you go through your wardrobe you notice a box you forgot about tucked away. You pull it out and open it. You can’t help but feel excited. You pull out the lingerie and smile. Joyce walks back in the room, ‘wow, he’s gonna love that!’ Joyce says looking at what you’re holding. Two piece set. Black lace, makes your boobs and ass look amazing. It cost you a fortune but knew it would be worth it to see the look on Dmitri’s face. ‘I hope so, Joyce I honestly can’t thank you enough!’ You can’t help but squeal with excitement. You hear the front door open, you look at the time, you realise schools over and it’s Mikhail. You quickly put your lingerie back into the box and welcome him. He sees you walk out your room and smiles instantly. You walk over and bring him in for a hug. You and Mikhail have a wonderful relationship. You treat him like your own. You love him. ‘привет, хорошего дня?’ (Hi, have a nice day?) you ask. Your Russian was still minimal and rusty but you tried. He smiles at your attempt of the words still. ‘да спасибо вторая мама’ (yes thank you, second mum) he says still smiling. You can definitely see Dmitri in him. The same beautiful blue eyes and dashing smile. He’s even inherited his height. He may be sixteen but he was taller than you, though that wasn’t difficult. ‘So Mikhail, Joyce has kindly invited you to her house for a sleepover with the others! How does that sound?’ You say with excitement. Mikhail smile spreads even more if that’s possible. ‘Yes please mama! Thank you’ he says seeing Joyce stood by your bedroom door. Your heart always warmed more anytime he called you mama. ‘Your more than welcome honey, want to pack a bag and we can go?’ Joyce offers. ‘Okay, thank you!’ He says near enough sprinting to his room. You turn to Joyce and bring her in for a hug. ‘Thank you so much. He’s so happy!’ You feel your eyes well up slightly. ‘Aw sweetie anytime honestly’ she says hugging you back. Mikhail comes out only five minutes later with his backpack full. You give him some money as you know full well they will most likely go to the arcade. He thanks you gives you a hug and kiss goodbye and is out the door waiting by Joyce’s car. You say your goodbye to Joyce, ‘have fun tonight, I look forward to hearing about it’ she says with a wink. You burst out laughing and wave them both goodbye. You hear the phone ring in the kitchen, you make your way over. ‘Hello?’ You answer. ‘Hey sweetie, I’m almost done here. Sorry haven’t called been a busy day.’ You hear Dmitri’s voice at the end of the line. ‘Hey you, don’t worry about it, you’ll never guess what!’ You say smiling down the phone. ‘What?’ He asks. ‘Mikhail is staying at Joyce and Hoppers. You know what that means?’ You say seductively. Dmitri can already feel himself getting a semi on. ‘I know baby, Hopper said. I can not wait. But before we get down to business I need you to get changed. Maybe into that dress you’ve been saving for a special occasion?’ He says, you can hear the smile in his voice. ‘I can’t wait to what we’re doing,’ you say playing with the phone cord. ‘It’ll be worth the wait, I’ll be home soon, bye’ Dmitri says. ‘Bye baby’ you say hanging up the phone. You go straight to the bathroom to shower. You shave everywhere making sure to look just perfect, shampooing and conditioning your hair, you knew Dmitri loved the smell of it. He said it was one the first things he noticed about you. The smell of apple in your hair. Once your body is washed you get out the shower lathering yourself in your new body cream, smelling like a flower. You walk back to your bedroom with a towel around your waist and one around your hair. You go to the wardrobe and bring to look for that ‘special dress’. You hear the front door open and Dmitri’s voice. ‘Hey Y/N, just gonna take a quick shower then I’ll be with you’ he shouts down the hall. ‘Okay baby!’ You shout back smile plastered across your face.

Once your hear the bathroom door close and the shower on take the towel out of your hair and You find the hairdryer and being drying your hair. Once pretty much dry you put on that special set of lingerie. You look at yourself in the mirror. You look good you had to admit. Going back to the wardrobe you finally find the dress you’d be searching for. It’s sexy as hell. You got is a couple of years ago and never had the confidence to wear it, as you said, you were saving it for something special. That is today. As you put it on butterflies fill your tummy as tonight is finally the night. The night you finally feel Dmitri inside of you, a tingling sensation runs although your body. Lost in your thoughts you don’t hear Dmitri enter your bedroom. ‘Wow’ he says breathlessly. You turn around and see him with just the towel around his waist. You bite your lip, it’s going to even be hard waiting to have him when he displays himself so invitingly for you. ‘You look beautiful’ he says walking towards you, lust filled in his eyes. You blush at his compliment, ‘if you look at me that way we are never gonna make it to wherever we’re going’ you say as he stops in front of you. He brings his hand to the side of your cheek and stokes it delicately. ‘Я не могу помочь. ты такая красивая’ (I can not help it, you are so beautiful) he says in a sexy tone. You have no idea what he’s saying but he knows the effect his native tongue has on you. He could be saying anything and you’d melt into him. ‘не могу дождаться, чтобы наконец почувствовать тебя’ (I can’t wait to finally feel you) he says moving his thumb to pull down onto your bottom lip. He’s so damn teasing. You stare into one another’s eyes not saying anything, just the feeling of wanting one another more and more. You take his thumb into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around it and starting to suck it. ‘ебать’ (fuck) he mutter under his breath. You smirk as you pop your lips off his thumb. ‘Best get ready or else we’ll be late’ you say with a wink walking past him to go sort your hair in the bathroom. Dmitri watches as you exit the bedroom, ‘how the fuck am I suppose to wait’ he mumbles to himself as he finally gets dressed. Dmitri walks out all fresh in his smart trousers, freshly ironed shirt with a black tie and black blazer. He meets you in the kitchen, ‘ready?’ You hear him say. You turn to see him, my god he looks good. ‘Ready handsome’ you say giving him a quick peck on the cheek before leaving.

Dmitri parks up and you talk a small walk to your date, you see Enzo’s in your eye line. ‘I’ve been wanting to try here for ages!’ You say excitedly squeezing his arm. ‘Now you can baby’ he says with a warm smile. Once seated it’s truly beautiful in here, small but cosy and the lights twinkle all around. The waiter takes your order, Dmitri ordered a bottle of red for you both knowing it’s your favourite. You order breadsticks to share, Dmitri ordered a steak and you go for the lasagne after hearing Hopper bang on about it so much. ‘So, this is the place I was named after?’ Dmitri says with a laugh. You smile back, remembering the code name he was given. ‘Well I think it’s very fitting, don’t you?’ You say with a smile. ‘Oh, how so?’ He says reaching for your hand across the table, you interlock fingers and it just feels so right. ‘Well, it’s got class, it’s warm, a beautiful place’ you lean in closer. ‘Plus, I hear it taste pretty good too’ you say seductively. Dmitri smiles, ‘You are very naughty’ he says in a near enough whisper. You roll your eye playfully. Considering how busy it is your food arrives pretty quickly. Now you know why Hopper would talk about this place so much, everything tasted incredible. With full tummies and the bottle empty Dmitri asks if you want any dessert? You shake your head. ‘I’ll have my dessert at home’ you say lifting your leg under the table to slowly travel up his. Dmitri raises his eyebrows at you speechless. He calls the waiter over and gets the cheque paying for it leaving a decent tip. You leave Enzo’s hand in hand walking back to the car. Excitement running although out your body. Dmitri drives fast but safely home. Once finally in the fun begins

As soon as your front door closes your lips instally find one another. A very needy kiss. Lips crashing on one another as you’ve waited so long for the moment. You can taste each other dinner and the wine as your tongues intwine with one another. ‘Bedroom’ you manage to say through a breath before attaching your lips back to his. You feel his hands reach under your bum as he picks you up so effortlessly making you squeal. Your lip reconnect as he carries you to your bedroom. You’re impressed he doesn’t knock anything over on the way. Once in the bedroom he closes the door with his foot and turns you around slamming you into the back of the door making you gasp in surprise. ‘So dominant’ you say biting your lip. ‘Don’t want you forgetting who’s in charge, do we?’ He says with a wink. Before you reply his lips attach to your neck, kissing it up and down, you feel his teeth sink in as he begins to suck on your flesh. Your hands move roughly thorugh his hair giving it a tug. He moans into you. He lets go of your neck licking where he’s just left a mark. You whine at him. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asks concerned. ‘Dmitri. I need you. Now’ you say in a demanding voice. He does not need to be told twice. He moves you both back from the door turning around to the bed, he throws you down and drops to his knees like he’s worshipping you. You look down at him and he looks like a starved man. Hair sticking up, lips red and puffy, eyes full of lust. He looks at you as he slowly takes your shoes off throwing them behind him. You lay back as you feel his lips slowly kissing your ankle making his way higher. He lifts your legs up throwing them behind his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. It’s hard to keep still as his mouth gets closer to your aching core. His hand push your dress up showing your lingerie. ‘ебать’ (fuck) he mutters. ‘Y/N, as sexy as these are I’m going to have to take them off’ he says as his hands reach around the waistband pulling them down. You see them fly behind him landing somewhere in the room. Dmitri is how face to face with your bare glistening pussy. ‘Beautiful’ he says leaning down giving it a kiss. Only a small kiss and your already crumbling under him. As he kisses the inside of your thighs you can’t help but giggle as his moustache tickles you. ‘Something funny Y/N?’ Dmitri asks as he continues to kiss. ‘Your moustache tickles a little’ you say a little embarrassed. ‘Does this tickle?’ Dmitri asks as you feel his tongue lick a stripe on your pussy. You moan loudly. He removes his tongue and does it again. ‘I said, does that tickle?’ He asks as you feel his tongue swirling slowly on your clit. ‘N-no’ you managed to say. ‘Good’ he says with a devilishly grin before going back down. His mouth is amazing. You feel his tongue all over your pussy, licking up and down. ‘You taste incredible’ he moans into your pussy causing you to moan even louder. Your fingers reach for his hair pulling it tight and closer to your aching core. You feel his fingers moving up to your hole, he teasingly inserts one making your hips buck. He inserts his finger and begins to pump in and out of you. ‘Fuck Dmitri!’ You moan as his speed picks up, his lips suck around you clit. You can feel your close. Dmitri can tell as you clench around him, he adds another finger stretching you out for his dick. ‘Dmitri, gonna, gonna!’ You can’t finish your sentence as the coil breaks and you feel yourself cumming around his fingers. He sucks and licks all your juices up as you catch your breath.

You pull him up for a kiss, not caring that you can taste yourself on him. Your hands begin to unbutton his shirt. You manage to undo all the buttons and push his shirt off his shoulders. Your arms tracing his muscles as you do so. You feel goosebumps running down him. His trousers dig into your naked pussy, you feel the outline of his dick, the friction causes you to gasp. ‘Dmitri. Fuck me’ you command to him looking him with lust filled eyes. He does not need telling twice. Dmitri gets up quickly and takes off his trousers and boxers in one quick swoop whilst you pull off your dress and unclasp your bra. You lay there naked as he stand there naked. You’re both fully admiring each others bodies. Dmitri bites his lip as he sees your beautiful body fully naked. After months of waiting he can finally make love to you. You sit up and crawl to the end of the bed and bend down so you’re facing his dick. It’s glorious. So fucking big and hard. Your mouth drools at the sight of it. You give him little kisses along the tip and make your way down his shaft. You can hear him muttering something but unsure what he says. You kiss your way back up his shaft and where you meet his throbbing tip. You give in and give it a little kitten lick, licking up his pre cum. He moans at your small movements. You look up with a smile. He thinks you look truly beautiful. He adored your smile. You mouth wraps around the top of his dick as you begin to slowly suck it. ‘Fuck’ he moans as your feel his hand running through your hair. His moans make you suck deeper, you hallow your cheeks out to help you fit him in fully. You slightly gag as your feel him hit the back as your throat. Your eyes water but you don’t care. He tastes and feels amazing. As you suck harder Dmitri is trembling with your touch. He’s in trouble not even five minutes and he feels like he’s going to cum. He pulls you off his dick by your hair, you mouth makes a pop as you detach. ‘Y/N, your too fucking good’ he pulls you up to meet his mouth. Mouths on one another kissing harshly and hungrily, teeth clashing but neither one of you care. ‘Lay down’ he says in between kisses. You obey and lay on your back opening your legs up for him to see your glistening pussy. ‘So perfect’ he says as he lines his dick up to your pussy, leaning his body on top of yours. You look into one another’s eyes, both full of so much love. ‘Ready?’ Dmitri asks. You smile, ‘ready’ you reply in a near enough whisper. Dmitri pushes his dick slowly into you, you both let out a loud moan together as he goes in. Fuck. He’s finally inside of you. After months of waiting it’s finally here. ‘You okay?’ He asks with concern. You can’t help but smile even more, ‘I’m perfect. Now fuck me Dmitri’ you say clenching yourself around him.

Dmitri moans feeling you go tighter. He begins to thrust in and out of you. Sex has never felt this good before. Ever. With anyone else. He fills you up and is a perfect fit, just like he was made for you. Dmitri’s speed starts to pick up as he moves in and out. Your arms around his shoulders, nails digging in as he hits that special spot. He leans down and kisses your neck, you can hear his hot moans in your ear and it turns you on even more if that’s possible. One hand rests on the bed frame as the other traces your waist until he meets your breast. Taking you nipple between his fingers and twisting it. ‘Fuck!’ You moan. ‘You like?’ He asks smugly. ‘Y-yes!’ You moan again. His lips move off your neck, he kisses down your collarbone till he meet your breast. He sucks the delicate skin of your breast, he wants to leave marks on you. He never wants to forget this. He’s sure he most definitely will not but the thought of your breasts being marked up and hidden from the world gives him excitement. He moves his tongue as he begins to suck your nipple. ‘Dmitri, you- your gonna make m-me cum!’ You moan. ‘Cum baby, cum on my dick’ he moans into your nipple. His thrusts become quicker and you clench around him, ‘fuckfuckfuck!’ You moan as you cum all over his dick. You barely have time to catch your breath before Dmitri lifts your legs higher to your shoulder as fucks you hard. He’s hitting you so deep that you didn’t know it was physically this possible to feel this good. Dmitri’s trusts become sloppier as he feels himself almost ready to cum. ‘Fuck Y/N. So-so close’ he moans biting his lip. ‘Cum in me Dmitri, please!’ You beg, you don’t care how desperate you sound you needed to be filled. Your legs begin to burn and you feel him digging into your legs hard but you can feel him twitching inside of you, ‘fuck- I love you Y/N!’ Dmitri moans loudly as he finally gives in and cums in you. Dmitri catches his breath as he takes his fingers off your legs already seeing bruises there. He slowly pulls out and can already see him cum dripping out. Dmitri looks to you and sees your eyes are watery. ‘Y/N, what’s wrong?’ He asks moving next to you with concern and worry. You look at Dmitri as a tear rolls down your cheek. You bring your hand to stroke his face and smile. ‘Nothing. Everything is perfect’ you say leaning in and giving him a kiss. You rest your forehead on his. ‘Dmitri?’ You say nervously. He looks up at you, ‘I love you too’ you say biting your lip. Dmitri smiles back at you. He wasn’t sure if you’d heard him. ‘It’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you’ he says scratching the back of his neck. ‘Tell me again then’ you say shrugging your shoulders. ‘I love you Y/N’ You bring him in for another kiss as you fall back on to the bed. You loved Dmitri. And he loved you

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I finally decided to listen to the Perfect Brains podcast, did all four episodes that are out so far in the last couple of days. And, okay, I wasn’t going to say this because I didn’t want to be pointlessly negative about something people enjoy – but now that I no longer hold this opinion, I can say, I was pretty skeptical when this was first announced. It felt like a weirdly manufactured pairing, since as far as I knew Sam Campbell and Lucy Beaumont had nothing to do with each other before Taskmaster, and it’s not even like they clicked with each other especially well during Taskmaster.

It felt like one of those things where people on Reddit (or, to be fair, Tumblr) see two people on a panel show and say “Oh my God, they should have a sitcom!” And then Avalon just gave them a sitcom podcast, not because there were any artistic reasons to believe that would actually work, but just because fans thought it would be a funny concept. This seemed especially true since they didn’t even have a format when they launched, just said “Okay you guys liked these two on Taskmaster, well here, subscribe to this then.”

And I wasn’t convinced it would work. Sam and Lucy don’t have anything that would make them work well together except that they’re both weird, and they’re not even the same type of weird, or particularly compatible types of weird. Zany characters can be very funny on their own, but when bouncing off someone else, the “straight man” role exists for a reason. The weird one has to be paired with someone who’s been tailored to fit with them.

I can say all those now because it turns out my concerns were unfounded – this shit’s hilarious. It still seems like a bit of a cynical idea that might have just got lucky, but it really works. Possibly because I didn’t need to be worried about the lack of a straight man. They have a “straight man” in the podcast, and his name is Sam Campbell. And it turns out it’s amazingly funny to listen to Sam Campbell playing the straight man. He’s surprisingly good at it.

There’s a kid at the autism centre where I work who speaks almost entirely in “scripts”, in which he’s repeating things he’s heard elsewhere (songs, TV shows), mostly talking to himself, sometimes he can be persuaded to answer a question but only if it’s a very simple one and he can answer with something from his repertoire of quotes. By last week, I’d spent probably 50 hours with him one-on-one in various sessions over several months, and I was very used to his voice. But then we introduced a new program that he didn’t like, and when I started doing it, he suddenly said “All done all done!” in a completely different voice that I had never heard before. It was significantly higher-pitched. He normally mumbles a lot but this was clearly enunciated. If I heard that voice out of context I’d never have guessed it was him. It was shocking to realize I’d heard him say thousands of words and this was the first time I’d ever heard his “real” voice. How he sounds when he’s talking as himself, and not scripting from other things he’s heard. (Not relevant to the story but just to be clear: I didn’t finish the program after he said that. I do not torture children for a living.)

That’s what I thought of the first time I heard Sam Campbell respond to one of Lucy Beaumont’s most absurd statements. Sam stays in character on everything, even situations where most comedians break character (Taskmaster podcast, Off Menu), so the first time Lucy caught him so off guard that he just gave a genuine surprise response, his answer shocked me almost more than her statement. I had that same moment of “Oh shit, I’ve heard you say a lot of words before but I think I’ve just heard your real voice for the first time.” It’s not constant or anything, Sam’s still mostly in character throughout this. But every once in a while Lucy will throw him right off and it’s delightful. Her mother had him unable to keep up any persona for pretty much the whole time he was on, I think he nearly forgot he was meant to be acting and just enjoy the stories. (Please note: That moment of “Oh shit, you became a different person for a moment there and I think that’s the real one” is as far as this analogy goes, I feel the need to clarify because I know the internet is full of speculation about Sam being somewhere on some spectrum or other and that’s not the point I’m making here. I have no theories as to what spectrum Sam Campbell may or may not be on. But I do have views on how funny it is when someone gets emotionally pushed to the point of suddenly turning into the “real” person, my view is: not particularly funny if it’s a child confronted with a therapy program they don’t want and you should probably back off, but very funny if it’s a comedian who’s too confused by another comedian’s mother’s holiday anecdote to remember to do his inflection.)

The biggest downside to this podcast is I just can’t imagine anything living up to that guest episode. Tim Key was so good that by the time his segment finished, I felt bad for Lucy and her mother trying to live up to that. But I needn’t have, as by the time Lucy’s mother was done, I felt bad for Tim having given his time to that podcast only to be comedically upstaged by someone who isn’t actually a comedian (although Lucy’s mother is a playwright, and she sure crafted some theatre in that episode).

I’ve gone through various phases in my assumptions about Lucy Beaumont. It started with – well obviously that’s a character, it’s funny. Then – she is committing to that bit really hard, is there any chance she’s just actually like that and has lucked into her career? Then – oh that was some shitty misogyny of me to even consider that, no one wonders whether someone like Sam Campbell is a character act, obviously Lucy Beaumont also has a differently-pitched voice of a completely different person that she uses in real life, she just never lets it come out in a performance. Then I listened to her on the Comedian’s Comedian podcast where she started talking about how all famous literature was written by ghosts, and Stuart Goldsmith gave her so many opportunities to clarify herself, he kept saying that’s an interesting idea but she means it metaphorically of course, and she kept saying “No I mean it completely literally, I think people are possessed by spirits”, and you could hear the moment when it clicked to Stuart that he wasn’t going to get her to admit she’s doing a bit because she’s not, and he finally said “Are you pulling my leg, Lucy?” and she said no, and then he hurried off the topic. And after that I stopped feeling bad about wondering whether Lucy Beaumont might be actually just like that, not some carefully crafted character. I mean, obviously some of it is crafted. Obviously she couldn’t get where she is if she didn’t know what she was doing and understand that some of her absurd thoughts are funny, and funnier if she plays into that. But I think she does mean this stuff.

Hearing her mother on that podcast has broadened my view of Lucy Beaumont further, to thinking – oh, she might be the normal one. She might be genuinely like this but only because that’s her compromise between the normal she was taught and objective reality. And she, being very intelligent (and you can’t have as successful a career as Lucy Beaumont with having lots of intelligence, even if that someone goes alongside the belief that 1984 was written by an angry spirit), figured out where to find the humour in that compromise and in the gaps, and it’s worked out great. That’s my current working theory. I’ll let you all know how it evolves in another ten or so episodes.

The guests were great, but the three episodes with just the two of them have been funny too. Sam Campbell obviously brings a lot to the table, I’ve had the theme song stuck in my head for 48 hours straight, so fuck him for that, and Paul Williams too for good measure. It is fun to listen to them pass the brain cell back and forth, jockey for which one gets to be the weird one, and Sam Campbell normally loses, which is funny. But he still gets to be the weirder one often enough for that to also be very funny. Four episodes in and I'm sold.

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