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[weirdlynotspecific]

Day 6: Pinescone

Today's prompts are one bed (kinda?) and crossover!

Prompt list by @waycesticles!

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Dipper sat in the living room of the mystery shack, flipping through journal 2. He was seventeen now and he and his sister Mable spent every summer living with their grunkles at their tourist trap in Gravity Falls.

There was a knock on the door, which was odd because his grunkles were in the basement and his sister was in the habit of waltzing wherever she pleased (even if that meant interrupting his disco girl concert for one in the bathroom).

Dipper got up and answered the door. A young man with a mustard colored sweater and jeans stood across from him. "Hello?"

He was objectively attractive, standing at 6'1 with messy brown hair and brown puppy eyes that would melt anyone's heart.

The man waved awkwardly. "Hi I'm Wirt? Sorry um- do you know Dipper Pines? I need to talk to him."

Dipper recognized him once he heard his name. Wirt McLaughlin recently moved to his school and was in the year above him, known for his skill with the clarinet and love of poetry.

"I'm Dipper Pines. What's up?" Dipper invited him into the house.

Wirt wrung his hands. "Do you know anything about The Unknown?"

Dipper shrugged. "I mean not really. My Great Uncle Ford mentioned a land between the living in the dead, if you believe in that sort of thing, called The Unknown. I guess I haven't looked into it that much." He chewed on the pencil in his hand.

The older boy followed him up the stairs to his room. "Do you believe in it?"

"In Gravity Falls you have to believe in everything a little, with a fair amount of skepticism of course." Dipper smiled and led Wirt to his room where he sat on the carpet.

Wirt sat across from him, anxiously rubbing his wrists together. "It's really dumb..." He cut himself off but Dipper's patient smile prompted him to continue. "I have dreams where I'm there every night. I fell in a river once a few years ago, and woke up there. Now even though that's all over I'm there every single night."

"Do you think they're just nightmares?" Dipper took out his notebook and started to write.

Wirt shook his head. "No, I think I'm actually there. Or at least my subconscious is. I wake up and my body is fine, but I've spent months in The Unknown. I like seeing my friends, but I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in so long." His voice broke a little and Dipper noticed the dark brown circles on the boy's olive skin.

Dipper's eyes shifted to a knowing sympathy. "You can stay here tonight and I could try to go with you. See if you're right."

The other boy slipped a small nervous smile. "Okay, I'll go get my stuff. Will your parents be okay with it? I know it's not a school night, but they don't know me."

Dipper snorted. "You're lucky you don't know Stan. And I don't think Ford would care. Mable, my sister, might bother us though."

Wirt nodded and headed downstairs, hoping he hadn't just scheduled an overnight with a serial killer.

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Dipper waited patiently in his room, Mable sitting next to him. "You're tense? Was it that cute boy I saw? Does somebody have a cruuuush~?"

The younger twin blushed scarlet. "It's a science thing Mable. I'm doing something for a friend."

"But you don't have friends. Besides like me and Paz, anyway." She grinned wickedly at him.

In the last few years she had finally stopped growing so Dipper was a little taller than her. Her braces were finally off and she still wore an assortment of sweaters for every possible occasion. She had cut her hair into a cute bob and dyed the tips pink for good measure.

Dipper scoffed and smiled. "Ouch. Point taken."

"Sooo, who is this mystery fellow?" Mable fluttered her eyelashes at him curiously.

"Someone I'm helping. Do you know of The Unknown?"

His sister's face dropped. “The kid I babysit has mentioned it.”

Dipper looked up curiously. "That's odd... I wonder how he knows. What did he say?"

"He just told me about his frog and how he and his older brother went there on a magical adventure." Mable rested her head on her arm.

The silence in the room was deafening as Dipper thought and Mable watched him curiously. He scribbled something down in his journal, then looked up at her. "That's... Weird. He might be related to Wirt."

"Yeah they're brothers." Mable informed him matter-of-factly.

He frowned at her. "And you neglected to tell me until now because why?"

She shrugged. "Didn't think it was important."

"I hate you." He stuck his tongue out at her.

She booped him on the nose. "No ya don't."

Before the two could continue bickering the doorbell rang and was followed by a: "KIIIIDS CAN SOMEONE GET THAT? I'M TOO FRAIL AND OLD AND WEAK AND YOUR GRUNKLE FORD IS DOING NERD THINGS IN THE BASEMENT."

Mable laughed and followed Dipper as he ran downstairs and opened the door. Wirt was standing on the porch with a sleeping bag, small bag, and small child.

Wait.

"Ummm... Who is that?" Dipper asked.

"GREG!" Mable yelled and scooped up the kid who giggled excitedly.

He was small, only coming to Wirt's shoulder. Greg also had the same chocolate brown eyes as Wirt, but his were full of mischief.

"I'm so sorry. He said he knew your sister and wanted to come over. His dad can pick him up if you need him to. I just- well we survived The Unknown together, so I thought it best to bring him." Wirt smiled nervously.

Dipper nodded. "Yeah of course. He can spend the night too. The only problem is there are only two beds in my room."

"I CALL ONE BED!" Greg yelled from Mable's arms.

Wirt scowled. "Greg, you can't claim an entire bed. We'll share one."

"Nope! Just did." Gregory stuck his tongue out at his brother.

Dipper laughed. "You can share my bed, it's fine dude. Besides, you do NOT want Mable's old bed unless you want to smell like SmileDip for a week."

Wirt blushed and nodded. "Yeah okay, that's fine."

The twins led them up to Dipper's room. Mable had long since moved into Ford's old room (Ford opted to sleep in the bunker in the basement), so her old bed was empty. The room was covered in pictures and red string, journals piled up in a corner. On one end was a desk with papers everywhere.

Wirt laid his sleeping bag on Dipper's bed. It was smaller than he thought it would be, making him even more nervous.

Mable walked up to the brothers and handed them each a rainbow bracelet. "This is made out of unicorn hair! It should keep your brains here for the night, since it offers protection and whatever. We'll see how it does, and if it doesn't work Dipdot here will enter your dreams and help you out any way he can." She gestured to an alarm clock sitting on his desk. "If one of you winds up in The Unknown, the alarm clock will go off and wake my brother to get you back!"

Wirt nodded nervously and tugged at the bracelet. Greg smiled and gave her a hug. "Did you know unicorns are actually narwhals with robotic legs?! It's a rock fact!"

Mable laughed and nodded. "Yeah but narwhals are too sweet, unicorns are jerks."

They chatted away while Wirt picked at the bracelet. Dipper put a comforting hand on his arm. "You okay?"

He nodded. "I'm nervous. Also, don't stab me while I sleep please. I realize I don't really know you."

Dipper snorted. "Nah if it's anyone you should be worrying about stabbing you in your sleep, it's Stan." Dipper saw Wirt's face and cleared his throat. "That's a joke. If you're uncomfortable I can always sleep on the floor."

Wirt shook his head. "No no! This is your house, I'm intruding enough already. It is very kind of you to let me stay in your bed."

Mable stuck her head between them. "Hey nerds, it's my bedtime so I'm gonna hit the hay. See you tomorrow! And let me know how those bracelets work, I've been working on them for a while. If you don't like the pattern, I have more stashed in my room."

"They're all rainbow, Mable. The pattern won't be much different." Dipper rolled his eyes at her.

She grinned back. "Mock all you want brother, you just don't appreciate true art."

"Ugh whatever, night Mable." He shooed her out of the room.

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He couldn't quite explain it. He had seen Dipper before around school, just didn't know his name. He was smart, attractive, and annoyingly funny. And he was sleeping right next to him.

As the night went on, Wirt found it increasingly difficult to fall asleep. For one, as fabulous as the unicorn hair bracelet was, it was a bit itchy. For two, he was pressed up against a wall that was obviously not insulated, and was absolutely freezing. And for three, he realized he had a small crush on the boy snuggled up against him.

A snore rose from Greg's side of the room.

Wirt wilted in embarrassment, accidentally shifting into Dipper who sleepily opened his eyes. "You're still awake?"

Wirt nearly choked, his sleepy voice was so cute. "Ah- um yeah."

"Nightmares?" Dipper tilted his head up to see Wirt better.

"Haven't gotten enough sleep to have them." He sighed into his pillow and shivered.

Dipper pulled Wirt closer. "You're freezing."

"I noticed." Wirt shivered into Dipper, regretting how happy he felt in the other's arms.

Dipper hummed slightly, cheeks tinted a rosy pink. His glassy eyes reflected the moonlight. "You're really pretty."

Wirt choked on his spit. "I- I'm sorry. What?"

"You heard me." A ghost of a smile worked its way across Dipper's face.

Wirt scrunched his nose. "You're slap happy. You don't actually think that."

Dipper seemed to get upset at that comment. "I do! I thought so when I first saw you at the door."

"Really?"

Dipper nodded solemnly. "Mmhm. You looked pretty then and you look pretty now."

"You won't remember this tomorrow. You're just tired and making things up." Wirt tried to calm his frantic breathing.

Dipper's grin turned into something softer. "No, I'll remember this. Now, take a deep breath in and slowly exhale."

Wirt did as he was told and he could feel Dipper's hands rub his back. The poet fought his sleepiness, but realized it was futile.

And it was the best sleep he ever got.

[nctzanne]

Your Last Name

♡ doctor!mark x fem!Reader.♡ smut, fluff if you use glasses

WARNINGS!: use of alcohol and drugs, explicit content, not sex but mentions of it.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: I just want you to give it a try and read it AAAH

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡?: no, an idea i've had since i started stanning NCT

𝐴𝑛𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑠 & 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠: As i said above, this is an idea I've had for sOOOOOO many months, so I really wanted it to make it happen. It was on my drafts for a long time. Thank you so so much if you take the time to read this.

You noticed when your mind woke up suddenly, but without opening your eyes, slowly bringing you back to reality. You tasted your own mouth dry as a bone, with a metalic flavor on it, typical scenario when we talk about hangovers. The headache that invaded you so suddenly made you grab your forehead, almost if you brain was going to explode right there. The smell of fermentation on the room -or wherever you were- made you nauseous, so you stayed still to avoid vomiting everything you consumed the night before. A light breathing woke you up from your trance and inner speech, you could even feel the warmth of it on your shoulder. That's when you realize you were not alone, totally opposite of that, you were cornered by arms twice your size, avoiding you to move on the super duper comfortable position you were in. You still didn't want to open your eyes to notice who the lucky guy was, but you could smell the hints of tequila on his breath. When that hit your nose, you turned around abruptly by instinct, trying to avoid the smell. You opened my eyes a little, just to be able to locate yourself in space-time.

A room hotel, there's where you were. White walls reflected the light that came from outside of the giant windows, making you cover your eyes with the hand that wasn't under the grip of this unknown guy. Once your eyes get used to the light, you remembered that you were at Bora-Bora for vacations with your best friend. You can hear the eagles screaming way too loud for your irritable state, but just noticing where you were made you feel more calmed. "At least I'm here and they didn't kidnap me" You thought, finally grabbing the courage to turn around and see who exactly was the guy that had a night of passion with you.

"Sure, shit"

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-Wait, repeat it to me, who did you meet? -You asked incredulously, looking at how your friend Rosé was overflowing with emotion and nervousness.

-Do you know this famous band?- She told you a name that you couldn't identify, you automatically shake your head-Anyways, while I was waiting for you on the beach I met with Jaehyun, the bass player, we talked a little and he invited us for a few drinks with his friends!- She talked so fast that you had a hard time processing all the information that was given to you.

-And that's it, a random guy talks to you and you say yes?. He could be a serial killer-

-Ah c'moooon, he's a superstar, it will be funn!!!-

So, a not so official date with guys from a band. Sure, excellent idea.

-Okay, are they handsome at least?- You asked with disinterest

-You can't imagine, y/n, so prepare yourself as well as possible, they will fall for you- she approached the small bridge that united your cabins in the middle of the sea, while she blowed you a flirtatious kiss.

You just laughed and walked towards the windows, admiring the sea. You were literally in paradise, your bedrooms floated above the ocean, the white sand was not so far from where you were staying in, and the horizon was clearer than ever. How lucky you were to have a friend who helped you get over your breakups with a very casual trip to Bora Bora at the Four Seasons hotel. Loneliness invaded you for a second and you decided to get ready for the long-awaited meeting that you would have with her friends.

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A white beach dress with pink heels and your tan is enough, with the right makeup obviously. It was already 7 pm and your nervous friend looked at her cell phone while texting with someone

-Is it him?- You ask, trying to peek behind her shoulder to see if you could figure out what they're talking about.

-Yes, he is telling me he's here at the bar but he doesn't see us-

-Of course, we are sitting, let me raise my hand- and so you did it.

-Here!!!!- Your friend screams in excitement when she sees 3 tall figures approaching to you. They seemed to walk on a slow pace, almost like the came out of a movie. And yes, your heart almost stopped for a good 10 seconds. Three guys, my gosh, models? What were they again?. God definitely had preferences for some human beings.

The fact that they aere so handsome and well… structured made you blush. Jaehyun, Johnny and ...

-Mark, nice to meet you- the youngest of the 3 of them greeted me, with a dazzling smile that makes his dimples appear. You bit your lip and studied his entire face so that you would never forget him again. -y/n, nice to meet you too-

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Nothing more and nothing less than Mark Lee himself. His makeup was completely smeared, traces of mascara under his closed eyes. His forehead and nose were reflecting the daylight a bit. It was a hot morning (or evening), and having you next to his body was obviously going to make him sweat. His open, broken lips gave off that smell of alcohol that made you sick. But despite of everything, your sight softened after a couple of seconds. He was sleeping so peacefully, and he was clinging to you like his life depended on it, so you couldn't help but smile.

-Mark... wake up- you whispered softly while you tried to get up.

-Hmmmh, what time is it?- his morning voice made my stomach tingle a bit, your sight never leaving his figure while he starts waking up.

He squinted while he sit up in bed slowly, ruffling his own hair. It was obvious that he was in the same blank state you were a few minutes ago, and you could tell by how he confusingly looked around at the room, until his eyes reached at you. His face expression softened, giving you a shy smile.

-Do you need some clothes?- he asked, blushing when he studied your naked torso with lazy eyes. You realized that you both were entirely naked, and you rushed to cover your breasts with your arms, just to earn a pure laugh from him, that made your head resonate in pain.

-We fucked, y/n, no need to hide- Mark put all his weight on his left elbow, getting closer to you while tilting his face flirtatiously. That made you cheeks go red as ever.

-Yes, but I don't remember anything so your point is automatically invalid- His body hovered yours so fast that you couldn't even process what was happening, until he pecked your lips.

-I remember everything, so I will refresh your memory-

You burst out laughing while he deposited soft pecks all over your face. The situation was so sweet, but it didn't make you feel uncomfortable at all. He interrumpted his love actions and looked at you hungrily.

-Mark, I barely can keep myself awake, i feel like I'm going to puke...-You warned him, reading his intentions.

-Okay okay- he looked down defeated- At least, can we cuddle a bit more? I promise I can make the hangover feel better- He tangled his legs and arms to your body, resting his face on your collarbones.

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Everything on that evening was talking about the mortality of a crab. Basics like where you were from, what do you do for a living and relationship status open the conversation.

Your attention was drawn to Mark when he started to introduce himself. As a Medicine student, he decided with his 2 best friends that were part of a band to go on a trip to relax due to the busy schedules that consumes their time. The three live together on a small apartment in Korea, where the rent is expensive so they can make it more affordable.

Bora-bora was the destination of their choice. It seems that the band called NCT 127 draw lot of attention from crazy fans who followed them EVERYWHERE, so an expensive place like so would be easier to have a time for them on their own.

Mark spoke always adding "like" between his words, he liked to lay back when he was sipping on his piña colada, but got closer to the table when you talked about your experience as a journalist.

He tried so hard to show interest on a topic he had no idea about, that his questions were kinda clueless, but it was obvious that it was his way to not cut the attraction and chat between you and him. It was a sexual tension you could feel by kilometers, every gaze you had was followed by a shy smile, and you felt tingles on your body everytime you had a bit of interaction.

-Do you guys do shots?- Rosé interrumpted the conversation, scanning the boys reaction.

-I mean, that's why we are here- Johnny combed his hair backwards, already feeling heated by the 2 gin tonics he drank in 15 minutes. I couldn't deny, him on a tight black shirt looked hot as fuck, I could notice how Rosé was drooling for him- Excuse me, maa'am- he raised his hand, calling the waitress- 3 rounds of shots please!-

-Man, we had 2 yesterday and you almost puked on the sea, go easyyyy- you could notice the tipsy state from Jaehyun as well. His eyes were almost closed on a thin line and his dorky smile betrayed him. Mark laughed out loud, first time in the night you heard him like that, with his cheeks tinted red. He took a big sip of his piña colada, looking at you directly at the eyes. Actually, you didnt noticed till that moment, but your legs started to feel a bit numb. Quite usual for you when the alcohol gets up on your head.

-I'm in!- you answer to Johnny's idea. Once the blue shots arrive, you quickly grab one.

-Cheers for this night to be special- he screams with a deep voice, and the other 2 guys howl as response while you burst out laughing.

When you decided that the amount of alcohol on your body was enough, you took a chance to go to the beach to sing and dance to the DJ placed randomly in there.

You felt bliss, the EDM music was filling your senses, but you tried to keep your eyes full opened so you could remember the beautiful but blurry view of the sunset.

Together with your new group of friends were a mess. Jumping, screaming, raising your hands like you could touch the sky, everything seemed possible at that moment. Even dancing and getting laid with Mark.

The music had nothing to do with your plan, but you got dangerously close to him, resting your arms on his shoulders. You could see that he chuckled, tilting his head back so he could see you fully. Both of you were drunk as hell, you thought you were killing it with the flirting skills, but probably you just looked like two fools trying not to fall for the obvious drunken state you were.

-Do you wanna kiss me?- you screamed while "Jenny" sounded on the speakers. What kind of question is that?

-Sure I do- his canadian accent made you bite your lip while smiling- Can I?- his voice tried to mimic yours, but you didnt answered, it wasnt necessary.

Your lips collided as you got close at the same time, and Mark wasted no time to open his mouth and let his tongue in your wet cavity. You moaned so loud, because you knew no one could hear it but him. A fierce fight between both of your tongues started, every graze of them would make yourself wetter and wetter. He squeezed your waist and tried to keep you closer to him if it was possible, in his drunk mind he was scared you could run away from him.

Nothing about the context was romantic at all. You both physically liked eachother and just wanted to make out. No love at first sight, no kiss with fireworks behind, just pure desire.

Adrenaline rushed your body when his hands cupped your ass, that was only covered by the thin dress you decided to wear. Nobody near you could care less about what you two were doing it, but for you, everyone was looking at the show you and Mark were offering, and that obviously turned you on.

You bit Mark's lower lip, sucked on it, while opening your eyes to look directly at him. Eyes closed, he was enjoying how you toyed his lips. The hard grip on your skin, and a bulge poking your stomach made you feel powerful, you were loving the effect you caused on him.

Suddenly, an arm made you break your kiss with Mark. You lose your balance so you hug the guy that was pulling you backwards. Johnny.

-Hey, pornstars, we have some nice shit here- he pointed his hand with his eyes. You could see a tiny bag with a white dust inside. You come to your senses and look around at the crowd to try find Rosé, but it was obvious she already was under the influence. She was on Jaehyun's shoulders, enjoying the music. You sigh, chuckling at the sight of her losing her mind.

-Its my first time though- you commented while you look at Johnny spreading the dust on top of his phone screen with one hand using a credit card. You could notice he was an expert at it, you peek to see Mark right by your side looking at the manouvers as hypnotized as you. Probably it was his first time too.

You both snorted the little substance, and it sucked at first. It was so uncomfortable, but it took minutes for you to get used to that weird sensation on your nose.

You didnt even noticed when everything started to amplify. You could feel the summer breeze making its way around you, the taste of Mark's saliva still on your tongue was strong, the colorful tins of the sky while it was dusking looked so enhanced.

A hand grabbed yours, taking you out of your trance, and almost felt like an orgasm. So warm and so soft, made you wanna scream. You turned to see a fucked out Mark, studying your face with dilated pupils, he was almost as horny as you by only grabbing hands.

He caressed yours with his thumb, and it felt like he was fucking you, your body shivered at it. Mark was enjoying it too, so he brought your fingers closer to his mouth and inserted the index one inside, and started to suck on it. You moaned and felt how your pussy clenched at nothing, the saliva coating your finger felt like caramel, if you could explain the feeling.

-Mark if you keep doing that i'm gonna cum- you told him with a warning tone, he was so inmersed on sucking your finger that he jumped when you talked. He was aroused by the situation too.

He smiled with your finger still inside of his mouth, took it out, holded you by your wrist and started to run towards...

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-And we ended up here- Mark sumed up the night while you were laying on his chest, caressing it with the tip on your fingers. His, on the other hand, were playing with the locks of your hair.

-Yeah, i remember now, such a night- and then you snapped- Wait... where the fuck is...-

-Yeah, she was having a threesome with the boys. Dont worry, she was having a good time-Mark answered with a playful tone. Of course, that sounds like a very Rosé thing to do. You let out a breathy laugh.

-We could have joined...- you suggested, looking up at him. He took a few seconds to answer, while his eyes moved from one corner to the other of the ceiling, like he was evaluating that scenario.

-Yeah, and sharing? No thanks- he bit his lip and he looked at you with a greedy smile- I felt so lucky to have you screaming my name over and over-

You hit his shoulder with your fist playfully, and he took that as an answer to keep silent and just enjoy the company of the other.

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2 days went by, you get used to hang out with the boys. All kinds of crazy stuff you could imagine, you were doing it with them, and it felt like heaven. Mark couldnt keep his hands to himself and everytime he had the opportunity, he would make you cum on his fingers or mouth. And the same goes for you, too. Thanks to him, you noticed how good you are at giving blowjobs inside public restrooms.

But nothing lasts forever, sadly, and the last day of your summer vacation arrived. Rosé and you were ready to go back to Seoul, while they would be staying a little bit longer. It hurted, you got used to Mark's attention, and either him or you wanted to ask for eachothers contact. Not because of lack of interest, but because both of you thought that the other saw it as an adventure. You didn't even knew his last name.

His lips devours yours before you could get in the car that was waiting for you on the street -I wont forget you, thanks for this amazing 3 days- he smiled, a tint of sadness on his eyes. You caressed his cheek, pecking his nose, trying to hurry as much as you coulf so you wouldnt start to feel emotional.

-Y/l/n-

He looked at you clueless -What?-

-My last name is y/l/n- you smiled and without waiting for an answer, you close the door of the car.

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-Hey, hey, it's okay- typical of Rosé being so overdramatic. Sure, your finger almost got cut in half while you were trying to cook some carbonara, but it wasnt a big deal, something a few stitches couldn't fix. The only thing that kept your finger from gushing blood out was a piece of toilet paper.

-Please! My friend needs a doctor!!!!- She screamed at the top of her lungs inside the hospital.

-What happened?- a nurse hurried, worried eyes scanning you both.

-She is losing her finger!!!!- Rosé felt she was going to faint.

-Jesus, Rosé, calm down-

The nurse takes a quick look at your finger- Yeah it doesn't look that good, please follow me. You are lucky we don't have that many patients on New Years Eve-

You are guided to a tiny room full of medical stuff, probably where you are going to get your finger sticked together. It hurted as fuck, but you were trying to keep focused on something other than the pain. You looked at the desk with the computer on, and on a hidden corner you noticed a picture of 3 friends, on a place that seemed too familiar to you. Actually, the friends also seemed like an old ones you had... maybe in university? You can't quite remember.

The door opened up while you were trying to dig into your memories , and you looked at the door startled.

-So, Mrs y/n...- that voice, that motherfucking voice. A year has passed. But how the fuck you were supposed to forget it?. You felt your ears buzzing, face heating and heartbeat racing. You were losing your breath and suddenly the pain of your finger got worst and worst.

He didn't turn to look at you, just got inside by looking at his phone, and once he was sit in front of you, his facial expression dropped.

There were the both of you, looking at eachother like dumb teenagers, like your finger wasnt bleeding out, almost like you were backat that bar in Bora-bora again.

-I... uh... yeah, my finger- you stutter, pointing at it. Mark shakes his head, coming back at his professional senses.

Before the medical procedure he performed, he bandaged your finger, and wrote some medicine you had to take for the pain to go away.

-It should be okay on a few weeks, nothing to worry about- he smiled at you, trying to comfort you. You felt your heart drop when he grabbed the healthy of both of your hands and caressed your palm with his thumb, everything felt like a flashback. You looked at him with clueless eyes.

-I... uh... I should come back in a few weeks then- you stuttered, pressing your lips into a thin line while looking at him directly on his eyes. He nods.

-Lee-

You frowned -Huh?-

-My last name is Lee-

[kelthesideblog]

rewatching Psych and I just got to This Episode Sucks and the fact that canonically Lassiter wears a shirt garter and I am Struck

Eddie wearing shirt/sock garters is one of my favorite hcs

There needs to be a Psych/Reddie crossover.

This is not a perfect 1:1 but it would be cast as such:

Richie as Shawn

Stan as Gus

Eddie as Lassie

Bev as Jules

Ben as McNab

Mike as Chief Vick

Maggie Tozier as Henry (she was a grizzled police detective that taught her genius boy how to detect)

Went Tozier as Madeline (though not divorced, but definitely calls Richie goose)

Bill as...uh...idk. he's not my fave. Maybe we split Henry into two characters. He's the one that's always exhausted and conned into lending Richie stuff and helping with cases in an advisory capacity.

Maggie is the one that taught him the trade and was disappointed when Richie got himself a felony after a fight with Bill, meaning he could never follow in her footsteps. She didn't understand why. Things were strained between them for a while. Richie is caught with felony GTA after a fight with Bill where Bill was pushing him for the millionth time to Reach His Potential and that along with the internalized homophobia and self hatred caused Richie to snap, punch Bill in the face, and then steal a bully's car. Richie couldn't tell Maggie why he snapped, he couldn't even come out to her so their relationship has been distant and strained.

Richie comes back to Santa Barbara ??? Or wherever. Eddie's partner transfers because. Eddie. Eddie is going through a tough and acrimonious divorce. Beverly transfers from Miami, she's a combo of Lassie and Juliet in the sense that she never quite believes the psychic schtick and eventually catches him in a lie but forgives him and protects his secret. She falls for Ben/McNab, a sweet goofy puppy of a man.

Richie and Bev's romantic tension is non existent but their flirting is intact, all the way to the "very close talking" parts of it, which drives Eddie up the wall. They, reddie, bond over their millions of cases and once he finally makes peace with his divorce Eddie realizes that maybe he's not mad at how unprofessional Richie is with Bev. Maybe he's just mad that Richie isn't unprofessional with him.

Stan is an accountant on the side. He claims Richie on his taxes. Pattie has to sweet talk him into not quitting Psych every other week.

Mike is the new Chief. Interim chief for like five years until he threatens to quit unless they make him permanent and prove he wasn't just a PR stunt diversity hire like some of the good old boys in the mayor's office treat him. Almost does quit until Richie outs the mayor's choice to replace him as corrupt. He has a loving and pregnant wife that we never see.

Bill is a journalist, the editor of the paper. His observational skills are nearly as good as Richie but not quite because unlike Richie he doesn't have the eidetic memory and he didn't learn directly from Maggie, but secondhand from Richie. He was fascinated with and amazed by Richie's talents and always a little bit jealous that he'd never be as good. Thus began their long running contention where Richie is a slack ass and Bill is like the worst childhood best friend ever.

Richie comes out because a psycho serial killer, a combo Mr. Ying/Pennywise situation with a less sympathetic Mr. Yang in the form of Henry Bowers, threatened his 'dirty little secret' aka that he's not psychic, in front of the entire department. Everyone is there and Mike's been suspicious of Richie's gift since the beginning and is side eyeing hard and Richie is sweating. He panics and then Stan calmly tells him it's okay, we'll still love you and 'whispers' that he's known about how Richie was since they were kids. How he was... About other boys... 😐😐😐 Hint hint and Bev's like OH YOU'RE GAY and then feels like garbage for outing him like that and so loudly and Eddie has a panic attack because it's one thing to love an unprofessional immature goofball straight fake psych but now he's like... This... Could happen??!?!! And Richie tries to recover because, because yes, objectively being outed as gay and dealing with social backlash in a fairly progressive town as a white male from an upper middle class background with a probably supportive social network is probably less bad than being outed as a fraud and possibly losing his business, going to jail, and maybe destroying any case he's ever worked on but it doesn't feel GREAT and there's crying and panic but then there's support and catharsis.

Pennywise is murdered by Bowers. Bowers goes to crazy jail forever. Maggie and Richie have a heart to heart about their past and the walls they had between them and their relationship starts to heal.

A few months later after Richie's starting to find his feet about being an out gay man, maybe even on his way to being a out and proud gay man, Bev "tries" to set him up with Dobson and don't you know he looks just like Val Kilmer and you're no longer fooling anyone about your hardon for him. And she does it loudly. In the bull pen. Next to Eddie's desk.

Eddie loses his shit and goes off about fraternization rules and is clearly jealous and losing his shit at maybe losing his chance and is coming off as homophobic especially when Ben goes 'but hey didn't your ex-wife Myra work here as a receptionist when you were married?' and he screams that that was DIFFERENT and Bev is like oh God whaaaaaat have i done and Richie just shuts down and goes okay cool I'll make sure not to f*g it up in the station then Eds and leaves and Eddie doesn't understand what happened and Beverly like "okay I know it wasn't cool that I was trying to make you jealous enough to make a move but did you have to get all hate crimey???" And has to explain to Eddie that he needed to explain himself better and like fucking soon because Richie might be attached to his job now but if he thinks Eddie hates him well... He does have a history of cutting and running.

And that leads to a confrontation in the psych offices where Richie was clearly in the middle of packing his shit but ends up huddled on the floor in front of his desk holding a momento of one of their cases together, crying over Eddie and Eddie doesn't handle crying better. He shouts himself through a bad apology followed by an order for Richie to come over to his house for dinner.

Eddie. Eds. It's 11pm.

... Tomorrow then. But make it by 7 o'clock sharp or I swear to God Tozier.

They don't make it out of the office and are found worn out and tangled up on the office couch by Stan in the morning who immediately leaves the room and shouts through the door that they owe him a new couch without their excretions on it.

[thelazyeye]

Author Appreciation Day!!

Fanfiction is a truly wonderful experience. I am so lucky to not only be involved in writing, but to get the explicit experience of being able to read what authors share with the world. Every story comes from somewhere inside of an author. Even when they’re silly or fun or seemingly ridiculous, an author has taken the time to write it from inside of themselves. We should ALWAYS appreciate them. Today is just something special to really be loud about it. These are some of my all time favorite fics and authors. Please, read and enjoy. 

(I’m not going to hunt down people’s tumblrs if they’re not listed in the fics so if you know who’s blog wrote any of these and they’re not tagged, please feel free to let me know and I will 100% kindly tag them!)

In The Wrong Place, Trying To Make It Right by pininawig (this is the very first Reddie fic I ever read. It got me into the fandom. I have a deep appreciation for it and I reread it all the time. Please go love this story).

"Richie wasn’t sure how the fuck he’d managed to forget Eddie Kaspbrak. Like, now that he’s got Eddie’s hand in his (his remaining hand, Richie’s traitorous mind reminds him cruelly, and he avoids looking at the hospital gown lying flat against the bed where an arm should be) he remembers everything." Or, 27 years later, Eddie makes it out of the sewers alive.

Tear It With Your Teeth by Belby 

"We could leave this place, Eddie," Richie says. "God, imagine that? Not having to live in this trash dump anymore. We could go wherever we wanted. A different place every night."

Give The Past A Slip by brodayhey

On his way to a live show for his popular podcast, Richie stumbles into a person from his past. He remembers.

Remember (It Kills Me To See You Without Me) by Kandakicksass

Richie Tozier falls in love with Eddie Kaspbrak, forgets him, and finds him again, over the course of twenty-seven years.

The Purge by leighwrites / @aizeninlefox​

In 2014, following an economic collapse and rising social unrest, a political organisation named NFFA (New Founding Fathers of America) formed and overthrew the Government, becoming voted into office. In 2016 the NFFA devised a plan to help stabilise the American society and then in 2017 the 28th Amendment was added. The amendment established a twelve hour event called the purge which would start at seven in the evening of March 21st to seven in the morning of March 22nd where all crime was made legal and emergency services were unreachable.

Stay For The Storm by inoubliable / @hanscom​

Richie and Eddie had become friends almost on sight. Since they met, most of Eddie's time in Los Angeles has involved Richie in some way. It's a little different, now that they're both famous. It's a little different, now that they're sleeping together. Well, to be fair, they've been sleeping together for a long time, but. No one knows, not even their friends. Eddie has been very careful about that. It's just not the sort of publicity he needs. So when Beverly calls him that sunny Thursday morning, the last thing he expects her to say is, "You're fucking Richie?"

5555 by weepies / @finnwolfhard​ 

“I am not harmless,” Eddie had said, his eyes thundering—a challenge. “I could ruin your life.”

“I dare you,” Richie had replied, a smug smile on his face.

This is where I leave you (sitting in a palace, covered in gold inside my head) by Enj0ltaiRe

Going blind wasn’t something that Richie had ever even took into consideration. He had joked about it, thinking that having to wear glasses was close enough to being blind, complaining about the fact that there were people that could see for free, while he had to pay for contacts and specs, but he had never actually thought about the possibility of losing his eyesight.

Blackbird by michelllejones 

“Ho-ly fuck,” Richie whispers, and Eddie has never been so fucking scared. Not when he saw the leper, not when he confronted his mother about his pills, not when they fought It in the sewers. Never. Eddie screws his eyes shut and clutches at the material of his jeans. Please be too high to notice, please be too high to notice, please be too high to notice “Eddie?”

Scene Stealer by mseg_21 / @jem-carstairs-is-perfection

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Eddie muttered under his breath, staring wide eyed as the man sat up. “You’re a serial killer, aren’t you? You- you lured me in, with the blood and the- the screams and now you’re going to kill me-” The man just kept on laughing, convincing Eddie more and more that he was a psychopath and that Eddie’s good heart was about to get him murdered. “I’m not going to kill you.” The man said, still laughing. “Hurt me? Kidnap me?” Eddie asked. The man shook his head in response to Eddie’s questions. “No?” The man chuckled. “Definitely not. Why would I want to hurt the cute nurse that came to my rescue?”

Richie and Eddie Were Here by andthewasp

Eddie Kaspbrak is leaving for college tomorrow. He's leaving his best friend, Richie, and the park where they grew up, behind; but he has things to do first. Eddie and Richie embark on one final adventure in an attempt to pick up the pieces they've left strewn throughout their little hometown before they part ways, and end up finding even more.

Grow Through The Dirt by tinyarmedtrex / @tinyarmedtrex​

Mike owns a small flower shop next to a tattoo parlor. He's never been interested in tattoos, but he may be interested in one of the owners, Stan.

I Will Make You Hurt by theonlytraveler / @tozierking​

Eddie has struggled with school the past couple years, and his last year of high school is already off to a bad start. His mom hires him a tutor from the nearby University and things seem like they might start looking up. But when Eddie's tutor takes an interest in him, everything starts to fall apart, and Eddie is forced into a situation he never even imagined.

A Memory Of Love by stellarbisexual / @stellarbisexual​

Richie and Eddie, who haven't seen each other since they were kids, get cast as the lead couple in an indie film.

Into The Dark by nb_richie (shipit)

Richie and Stan have seen and dealt with a lot of cases in the years they’ve been working together, from cults to cartels. A case in Derry, Maine, proves to be one of the most horrific for them and for the two local officers they’ll be working with. And on top of it all, Richie keeps remembering things he’d rather forget.

Hit Me Baby One More Time by richttps @richardtoz​

As a child, Eddie always dreamt of becoming a doctor but things don’t always go as planned - especially when you’re still sleeping with a stuffed animal. At twenty-four, he still deals with his fair share of people passing out and crying underneath a needle, but not medically. Instead, he spent his years in college exploring the world of art and went on to work as a tattoo artist in his own shop. In a way, the two are very similar, at least that’s what he tells himself when a newly legal teenager tells him that they’re so grateful that he’d tattooed the word ‘bitch’ on the inside of their lip. His last appointment for the night is especially different.

A Playlist For The End Of The World by gyngersnap / @redactedrichie​

It's been a year since the zombie outbreak started, and Eddie and Richie are all that's left of the Loser's club. Eddie's not sure if he can handle it anymore, but Richie's convinced almost anything can be fixed with a little music, an abandoned mall, and a whole lot of terrible dance moves.

Scorpion Grasses by PimpedOutGreenEars

“Tell everyone… Tell everyone I’ll miss them. And Eds, tell him… Just promise to call him Eds for me every once in a while. So he won’t forget me.”

On his last night in Derry Richie shares a bottle of red wine with Beverly. He makes promises to send letters he knows he won't remember to write, cries a lot, and then ends it with the boy he loves who's just dumb enough to love him back.

Love Your Body Right by richietoaster / @richietoaster​

Eddie's arm is broken and he enlists the help of his best friend to get off. Richie has a better idea.

A Long Way Back To The Light by slytherincosette / @tozierhargreeves​

For Eddie, senior year is supposed to be an under-the-radar kind of year. He's been avoiding all of his friends for months and his mental health has been steadily declining. Why rock the boat and make everything worse? His plans consist of getting into the local community college (easy) and avoiding Richie, the worst sort-of-ex-boyfriend ever (considerably harder.) Then Bill drags him to a stupid party, and Eddie's plans are thrown through a loop. Suddenly, "under-the-radar" seems like a cop-out. Eddie decides, once and for all, to stop settling for decent, for alright, for enough. Eddie's going to take his life back if it fucking kills him.

Baby, I’m Counting On You by PuddingTown / @tozierpunks​

Alternately titled: My babysitter's a rockstar. When Richie Tozier breezes back into his hometown of Derry, Maine, he’s expecting to see familiar faces. Of course, he’s not expecting to see an old flame chasing around a baby. With a million questions, nowhere to go, and a help wanted ad for a nannying job, he finds himself at the doorstep of Eddie Kaspbrak.

My Eyes Only by chucknovak / @wonderwheelzier​

Eddie accidentally finds Richie's nudes because Richie doesn't understand Snapchat.

Meet Me In The Graveyard by Oldguybones / @oldguybones​

After almost five years apart, the Losers club reunites to spend the weekend together at Mike’s lakeside cabin. Armed with booze and total solitude, the gang plans to make up for lost time and catch up with those who were once the most important people of their youths. Tensions fly as lost love is rekindled and friendships are divided. But they soon begin to realize that they are not alone. Someone or something is out for blood and will not rest until they get it. What will the Losers do?

Richie The Ruiner by RanjantheVictor

It takes Richie Tozier a while to realize, but eventually he does. Richie ruins everything, no matter how much he tries not to.

This is BY FAR not a comprehensive list, nor are they ranked in order. I love a lot of pieces and a lot of authors and if I were to combine them all into one post you’d never see your dash board again. This is, however, some of my all time favorites. Some of these fics hold very special places in my heart. Some of these fics shaped me into the writer I am today. Some of these fics are the reason I am here and writing. I love them dearly. I love these authors. Go love them, please. Lord knows they ALL deserve it. 

[psychokai1972]

Young

Pick a cutie and a song

Based off :“Follow You” - Bring Me The Horizon

Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader

Word count: 855

Request:   Sebastian Stan - Follow you by Bring me the Horizon or Say you won’t let go - James Arthur.. you can pick in how far it’s better for you to write ( could the reader be 19 pls, in Europe it’s legal tho)

Warnings: mentions of  sex. Fluff.

A/N: English is not my native language, but I try to do my best when it comes to grammar. The spelling mistakes just happen because I tend to write too fast on the keyboard.

Sitting cross legged on his bed, her eyes were going through the words  carefree. Sebastian left his phone on the nightstand and rested his body besides hers, his head laying on her lap while the tip of his fingers created invisible patterns on her bare thighs. Y/N smiled to herself, a gesture Sebastian could not see because the book was hiding her gorgeous face.

“Still haven’t finished that book?” He asked lifting one eyebrow. 

The girl pulled the book down slightly to catch a glimpse of her boyfriend. “ Well, no. I've been busy with exams, you know that.”She muttered closing the book and leaving it on the bed close to her legs. 

As soon as her hands were free, they flew immediately to his hair, getting lost in it. Sebastian closed his eyes and hummed in response loving the feeling of her fingers on his scalp. He turned to the side, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and snuggling his face on her shirt, the scent of oranges filling his nostrils.

Never had he thought that he would have started dating someone so much younger than him, much less fall in love with them. But then she came into the picture with a mind way more mature than any of the other women he had been with, with her eyes that reflected innocence and kindness, attracting him right away. God, she was not only beautiful but brilliant and clumsy, which he found adorable. He had found out about her clumsiness the day he had first met her; spilling her coffee not only on his shirt but on her too, saying that she was in a rush to catch the bus to arrive to college and apologizing to him for what felt like a thousand times. That day Sebastian had offered to take her to college, she had hesitated at first, but accepted his proposition because although she didn't know the man, she had heard about him, and didn't think he would be a serial killer. Thinking of the day they met, Sebastian wouldn't have had it any other way; he would not had traded her staining his shirt for anything in the world.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” The romanian asked opening one eye and looking up to her at the hearing of a click from her phone. He was met with a wide smile.

“You are too cute to resist, Seb.” She muttered leaning into him and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. 

“Millennials.” He muttered holding her tighter in his embrace. 

“ Shut up, you are just old.”

Sebastian unwrapped his arms from her body and seated on the bed, his head resting on the headboard. “ You don’t complain when we have sex.” Sebastian said rising his eyebrows suggestively. Her cheeks took a light red color and her hands moved to the area, feeling her skin hot under her touch. “Aww, someone is flustered.” He said licking his lips and taking her hand in his larger one, pulling her towards him. She let herself be dragged by him, making her sit on his lap.

“By the way, how are you feeling?” The blue eyed man asked softly running his hands up and down her arms. 

“Getting better now...” She muttered looking into his baby blues.

“That’s good, baby.” He caressed her cheek gently and kissed her lips briefly. Y/N had spent the past week inside his apartment barely getting out. Despite trying to keep their relationship as private as possible, the media always got a way to get onto them and this time they started releasing negative comments about her age. It had affected her stronger and worse than anytime before, making her spend most of the time crying and in bed. Luckily for her, she was not alone, Sebastian was there supporting her in everything she did and needed; and remanding her that what other people said did not matter, it just mattered how he felt for her, reassuring Y/N that he only felt for her love. But, it killed him that he could not do a thing to stop the negativity, he didn't want to see her so bad.

“What do you say...if we go to a vacation together when you are completely free?” He asked resting his hand on her hip and bringing her closer to his chest.

Her face lit up almost instantly, her beautiful smile which he adored had made it’s way into her features. That’s how he always wanted to see her, happy. “ Really? I’d love to Seb. Where?” She was excited for the get way.

“Wherever you want, you just tell me and I’ll make it possible.” His face getting closer to hers.

“Italy.” She said under her breath, brushing her lips against his. “ A tour through Italy would be perfect.” 

“You got it.” The romanian mumbled closing the distance between their lips.  Sebastian thought it would be a good way for them both to get away from it all, even if it was only for a couple of weeks or days; at least as he had her by his side and she was happy, he was happy.

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Work Out

@vampireshavemorefun I lied, this will have three parts.

Part 2

Mature content

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It was a long four hours, your boss had you running around the entire city picking up stuff for his party at the end weekend. You were exhausted by the time you were done doing your own errands but you still changed into leggings and a loose tank. You pulled on your running shoes, and had left the apartment you lived in.

No way in hell were you going miss this run with Sebastian, you parked in the gym parking lot locking the door as you rounded the building. There he was leaning up against the brick building, track pants and a loose shirt. He looked up from his phone, smiling as you neared.

"Hey, how was work?" He asked, as you walked up.

"Tiring." You laughed, the two of you walked to the end of the street towards the huge near by park. "I swear I've been in every corner of this city today."

"Really?" He questioned as the two you crossed the street.

"Yeah, my boss is throwing a huge charity event at the end of the week so I get the luck of having to get everything for it. And it's forties themed so.. yeah, every corner of the city." You both started to jog as you hit the trail on the other side without even questioning where you were going.

This was your usual trail you ran after work, so it was just natural that you took it.

"Forties? Sounds like fun." He stated, ducking under the low cherry branch, pink blossoms just over his head.

"It will be, just a lot of preparations. He's ocd when it comes to detail, so everything has to be perfect. From the catering, to the wine and liquor, to the table clothes and music." You chuckle as you both rounded the dirt corner. "He can be hell to work for, but the pay is amazing and I get full benefits. Plus the vacations, last year I got to see Rome and not spend a dime on travel expenses."

"Dang, sounds like you got it made." He laughed, you glanced over smiling at him.

"Yeah, but I don't have much of a social life. Five of my work days I work twelve hour shifts, the other two are four hour over time shifts." You replied, seeing the pond looming into view, completely engulfed by willow trees. This was one of your favorite spots in the city because it was so far removed from everything.

"No days off?" He asked, pointing to the benches up a head.

"No, not really." You replied, slowing to a walk as you approached the benches. He frowned at you as the two of you stretched. "I got the job shortly after I moved out here so it's not like I have a lot friends I would hang out with."

"Still, everyone needs down time." He remarked. "A pretty girl like you, should have guys lining around the block to ask you out.”

“Uh.” You could feel your flush up again as your eyes darted away from him.

“It’s even cuter when you get al flustered.” He smirked, grabbing your hand pulling you flush up against his toned body. “Ready to grab a bite to eat?”

You tried to find your words while staring up at those beautiful eyes but nothing came out. You just nodded your head slowly, smirk plastered on his face knowing that he was making you nervous.

“Alright, race you to the entrance?” He grinned letting you go and took off sprinting down the path.

~~~

The two of you found a small little pizza shop to stop and grab a bite. It was humble and quiet on the inside, and neither of you looked out of place being dressed in work out attire.

“Seriously if your ever in New York you have to go, best pizza hands down.” Sebastian stated, wiping his mouth.

“I doubt it but I’ll try it if I ever find myself there.” You laugh, the last hour conversations just seemed to roll like water. He turned out to be the biggest dork, although still bit of a mystery, a dork nonetheless.

“If I’m wrong, then I’ll buy you dinner, wherever in New York you want.” Sebastian smiled as he took another drink of his beer.

It was starting to get late and you knew you should probably be heading back. You just couldn’t bring yourself to leave, you were a couple beers in and also knew that even when you made it back to your car you shouldn’t be driving. Not that you were drunk, just still was a habit.

“Come back with me to my hotel.” He blurted out, catching you by surprise. “We can just hang out, watch a movie, I just don’t want to hang out by myself tonight.”

“Sure.” You replied, this probably wasn’t the best idea, you barely knew him but what the hell.

He hailed a cab as the two you stepped out into the darkened street. The ride to the hotel was quiet, but comfortable. The two of you walked into the hotel lobby, Sebastian pressed the button for the elevator. He smiled of at you almost bashfully as the elevator cab dinged its arrival.

You walked in with him behind you, time seemed to slow after he pressed the button for the top floor. He turned to face you, taking a step into you, grabbing your hips firmly in his hands. You pulled you roughly against his body as his lips crashed against yours. Heart in throat, you couldn’t lie to yourself and say you hadn’t wanted this to happen when he asked. But still you knew nothing of this man.

He stepped you back against the cab wall, You tongues caressing each other, he pressed his hips into you and you could feel his length against you. Your breath caught in the back of your throat. Slowly he worked down your neck as your brain started to clear.

“I don’t even know your last name.” You breathed, as his hand slid up your body cupping your breast.

“Stan.” He replied in a low voice as he nipped at your collar bone. Your hand slid up into his hair, tangling it way close to his scalp.

“Sebastian Stan.” You breathed, as rolled his hips into you, enticing a moan from your lips. The door rolled open to the penthouse suite, Sebastian grabbed your hand pulling you with him into the open room.

“God your adorable.” His voice was husky as he pulled you into him again. His lips meeting yours, his kiss was full of hunger as he walked you back to the couch.

“Why’s that?” You asked as he pulled your shirt over your head, his lips finding yours again.

“Cause you have no idea who I am.” He chuckled as you pulled his shirt over his head.

“Serial killer?” You giggled as he shoved you lightly to the couch.

“Not quite.” He laughed as he pulled your leggings off.

“Now you have me intrigued.” You chuckled as he pulled his pants from his body.

“Maybe later.” He grinned as he laid his body across yours, his lips seeking yours.

The minute his lips connected with yours all thoughts went out the window. He rolled his boxer covered hips into you again, sending a wave of heat to between you legs. Sebastian kissed down you neck, nipping lightly as he went. His hand sliding down your body to the junction between your thighs.

You moaned again, tilting your head back as he teased you through your panties. Sebastian continued to kiss down your chest, he stopped as he reached the top of your sports bra. He grasped the bottom with both hands, you sat up lightly and allowed him to pull the tight material from your body.

His mouth found your nipple as soon as it was free even before he had dropped the discarded item. His tongue swirling around the sensitive area, his teeth teasing it further. His hand went back to teasing your core.

“Someone is a little excited.” He said against your breast, slipping his finger inside your panties. Flicking your clit, you gasped in response.

“Sebastian.” You breathed out as you felt him slide his finger in you. Slowly he pumped his finger in you, hooking his fingers slightly upward stroking that spot inside of you.

Sebastian leaned back slightly, watching your face as he slowly started to building you to your climax. You grasped onto his arms as your body tensed up, getting ready to release your orgasm.

“Come on beautiful, I wanna watch you as you cum on my fingers.” His voice heavy with arousal. “Before I slide my cock in your tight pussy.”

That was the tipping point, you bit your lips as your orgasm washed through you body. Your walls contracting around his fingers, your breath coming out in short pants. He slowly pumped his fingers in you allowing you to ride out your high.

“Fuck, That was hot.” He chuckled.

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South Park Vaccination Special Review

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This South Park Vaccination Special review contains spoilers.

The coronavirus pandemic has no official start date. Beginning in early 2020 (but really late 2019), the virus spread to different parts of the globe gradually. In the U.S., states dealt with its arrival on a case-by-case basis. The closest we’ll come to an anniversary, however, is likely March 11.

March 11 was the day that the NBA suspended its season and the day that Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson revealed that they had both tested positive. Perhaps it’s fitting then, that the South Park Vaccination Special (styled as the South Parq Vaccination Special, which we won’t be indulging here) falls one day short of arriving a full year after that fateful day. 

Of course, the South Park Pandemic Special already aired amid the throes of the pandemic on September 30. But with some 100 million Americans already vaccinated and the end of this awful thing approaching, the Vaccination Special allows South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone to really take a step back and reflect on the very strange year that was. Their conclusion? That shit really sucked, man.

The South Park Vaccination Special is far superior to the Pandemic Special and is one of the better South Park episodes of the past few years. That’s due to the show’s reinvestment in its own central four characters: Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman. One got the distinct sense over the past five or so seasons that Parker and Stone (now in their early 50s and late 40s, respectively) had come to identify with Marsh family paterfamilias Randy more than their original South Park Elementary students. 

Randy has always been a “great in small doses” secret weapon for South Park, but Parker and Stone have lately been determined to find as big a dose as possible of whatever special, pandemic or otherwise, Randy’s Tegridy Farms is selling. The Vaccination Special doesn’t feature Randy until the very end of its runtime, when he takes the opportunity to hock his wares and remind us that the episode is nearly over. Taking his place as the South Park leads are the four Kommunity Kids who were always designed to fill that role in the first place. 

There aren’t many tangible ways to measure this, but it does feel that amid quarantine, nostalgia has reigned supreme. When the present is boring and the future is murky, the past is all we have. At least I think that’s the case because me and countless other older millennials with disposable income have driven the Pokémon cards of our past to near extinction.

Parker and Stone too seem to have spent the months since the Pandemic Special aired thinking about their past. The resulting Vaccination Special is the kind of self-indulgent spectacle that the show would make fun of under any other circumstances. But after all we’ve been through together, who could blame South Park for wanting to post some cringe of its own?

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South Park Pandemic Special Brings the Show’s Highest Ratings in Seven Years

By Joseph Baxter

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South Park Pandemic Special: What Does The Return of Death Mean?

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The plot of Vaccination Special is convoluted and bizarre as any other latter-year South Park episode. Parker, Stone, and their team of writers clearly view the writing process as exploratory, and follow the whims of the story to wherever it wants to go. In this case, the story takes South Park from Walgreens as the hottest club in town, to Cartman humiliating their teacher, to Mr. Garrison returning, to the whole town getting swept up in a war between the Kommunity Kids and the QAnon-tutored Q’Ties. Of course, Garrison faces down Hollywood’s shadowy elite, and Mr. White turns into a penis but that’s the long and the short of it. 

While some (or most, if you’re feeling uncharitable) of South Park’s recent plots feel exhaustively convoluted, this one does not. Amid all the insanity, the show never loses focus of the four boys at its center. Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny have all dealt with the ennui of being together for 25 years before, but something about their dissatisfaction this time feels more acute…and more adult. 

The quartet spend the entire episode with one another and their strange dynamic takes center stage. Cartman is always the one to make something happen, in this case the plan to cheer everyone up with a cruel prank that horrifically backfires. Kyle is always the one to oppose Cartman’s plan. Then Stan is always the one who must field Kyle and Cartman’s complaints and requests to keep the other in check. Meanwhile, Kenny is the wide-eyed innocent stuck in the middle of it all.

This dynamic is exciting and fresh to see onscreen again after the show has spent so much time sidelining the core four. But you can also appreciate just how exhausting it is for the kids. The scene in which they accept their “divorce” and begin the process of divvying up time with Kenny is strangely affecting (either that, or we’ve all been inside far too long). Despite displaying a newfound interest in serialization, South Park’s breaking up of its main characters seems unlikely to stick in its 24th season. For now at least, it’s a tender examination of what one full year of sustained stress can do to our most important relationships. 

While the dissolution of the Kommunity Kids’ union is novel ground for the show to tread, the rest of this special is positively bursting with callbacks and nostalgia. Of course, the most prominent bit of past reclamation comes in the form of Mr. Garrison. 

“Oh yes, I’ve got a lot of baggage,” Garrison happily explains to the bus driver upon arriving back in South Park following his stint as the literal President of the United States.

Garrison breaks down his hero’s journey to PC Principal and to any audience member who may have forgotten. First he was a caustic elementary school teacher with a finger puppet fixation. Then he was gay. Then he was a woman. Then he was Donald Trump. Now he’s back and can’t we all just get back to normal? Hopefully as quick as possible?

It’s hard not to see Garrison’s journey to reclaim his past self as commentary. Even if it can’t fully articulate it, South Park wants to get back to something, whether that be its own golden era or merely a world without a virus rampaging through it. There is a truly astonishing amount of past characters who pop up in this Vaccination Special, even if for only a moment. Scenes frequently feature comic book style flash page art with dozens of characters from South Park’s past. I wasn’t able to pause it to get a full accounting but I do recall seeing Al Gore, Cthulhu, and Najix, the Talking Taco Who Poops Ice Cream. Hell, even mad scientist Alphonse Mephisto from season one gets a speaking role this time around. 

Given the subject of this particular episode, and the catharsis of all our impending vaccinations, a lot of these callbacks and cameos really do feel earned, rather than just an ancient show playing the hits. It certainly helps that a lot of these callbacks are funny. One in particular that caught my eye is a notecard reading “Whale on moon?” on Mr. White’s Q conspiracy corkboard. Who could forget the fate of poor killer whale Willzyx? Seeing Parker and Stone in their Basketball attire as part of the Hollywood Elite on the corkboard is good for a chuckle too.

In fact, much of this episode is perfectly pleasantly funny, if infrequently laugh-out-loud. The presence of Garrison’s Mr. Slave replacement, Mr. Service, is hilarious. Naturally, the sight gag of White as an enormous, barely sentient dick is a winner as well. Much of the third-wall breaking is amusing, even if it culminates with shadowy Hollywood powers being connected to the Israelis. 

Not everything works in Vaccination Special. South Park doesn’t know what to do with QAnon, but to be fair: who does? Some of the boys’ plans once they secure vaccines are unclear or don’t really follow. 

But still, by the end of the episode’s extended running time, it’s actually quite cathartic to see the people of South Park riotously celebrating, unmasked. That’s certainly partially due to the context surrounding the episode (after all, Pandemic Special featured a similar ending that wasn’t nearly as pleasant), but it also speaks to the work that the episode puts in with its characters.

I mentioned earlier that this is one of the better South Parks of the past few years. It occurs to me now that I have no way of knowing that’s true, having forgotten many of the South Parks of the past few years. In any case, judging South Park against itself is a difficult proposition as each episode feels crushed under the weight of the show’s own massive catalogue. 

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For now, at least, the Vaccination Special works on its own as a nostalgia-drenched bright spot at the tail end of a very long year. 

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The Little Things Ending Explained

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This article contains The Little Things spoilers. You can find our spoiler-free review here.

It’s the piece of the puzzle Rami Malek’s Jim Baxter has been waiting for. The young—and now entirely ruined—LAPD police detective can stop wondering about the night before—the night his shovel cracked the skull of Albert Sparma (Jared Leto). At the time of the murder, there was no clear cut evidence Sparma was the serial killer that law enforcement was hunting—or that Sparma even committed a crime beyond being a full-on creep. But when Joe “Deke” Deacon (Denzel Washington) mails the younger man a red barrette, Jimmy knows he can at least have peace of mind: He killed a killer.

Of course life and the questions which keep you up at night don’t have answers as easy as a typical Hollywood movie. And peace cannot exist for those who get into what Deke calls the “angel” business. Indeed, in the same package with the hair barrette, Deke sends a clear message: We’re not angels. But that’s because Deke has chosen to become Jimmy’s watchful guardian.

Earlier in the movie, Deke mentioned that when you agree to solve a murder, which in his mind means obsess over it, you make a pact with the victim. Wherever they are out in the ether (if anywhere), you’ve become their avenger, carrying their burdens, and their ghosts, with you. This is visualized by each of the homicide victims Deke imagines visiting his bedroom nightly, with one above all others occupying his mental space: Mary Roberts. She was the young woman who truly brought him back to Los Angeles. The old cop is convinced the serial killer who got away years ago when he was in the LAPD is the same man who’s begun piling up the bodies of tortured young women across SoCal. Women like Ronda Rathbun, who disappeared while jogging one night with her red barrette.

As the movie unspools its multiple mysteries, we learn why Deke is so specifically haunted by Mary Roberts’ ghost. Unlike the other victims in his unsolved case from a few years back, Mary was the one who actually got away, and in a fit of panic in the darkness, Deke shot her, thinking she was the killer emerging from a tree line. When poor Mary’s body was placed on a slab at the police department, the mortician Flo (Michael Hyatt) decided to cover for Deke, the ostensible good cop. She pulled a bullet out of the dead woman’s corpse and called the hole it left a stab wound.

It’s why earlier in the film Flo warned Deke that she needs to remind herself about “what we did,” keeping a shattered bullet as a key chain. Yet if she carries the guilt in her day-to-day life, listening to early ‘60s pop songs to lift the veil of her job’s gloominess—and thereby giving the movie its groovy soundtrack—Joe let it consume him. He is both Mary’s murderer and angel, convinced he can still atone by finding the man who kidnapped and tortured her before that fatal night.

Yet by The Little Things’ end, Deke and his young protégé have more questions than answers. Once again, Joe finds himself covering up a murder, this time one committed by Jimmy, who let Sparma’s goading and general creepiness get to him. But in many ways, it is a reversal of the iconic ending to David Fincher’s Seven. Whereas in that classic an admitted serial killer (Kevin Spacey) is able to pressure a young detective (Brad Pitt) into murdering him by revealing the full extent of his bloody work via Gwyneth Paltrow’s head, Leto’s ostensible murderer drives Malek’s hero into madness by way of ambiguity.

All circumstantial evidence seems to suggest Leto’s leering dirtbag is the killer. He literally gets an erection just imagining the recent slew of women murdered by a monster in the dark. But there’s no concrete evidence, and when Jimmy and Deke stage an illegal break-in of Sparma’s home, they find unnerving press clippings, but those could just as much be the fascinations of a crime buff as a killer’s trophies.

Sparma promises an actual body when he takes Jimmy out into the night. But all he actually offers is ridicule and mockery, teasing the cop but never providing anything tangibly hard, other than the shovel in Jimmy’s hands… the gnawing ambiguity of it is the film’s real horror.

At least Jimmy can rest his guilty conscience on the red barrette Deke mailed him. To the younger man, and initially the audience, it appears to be the proverbial smoking gun they needed; Deke must’ve discovered it while ransacking Sparma’s house after the murder. But as we see in the final scene, the potential box of “trophies” Deke thought was in the house didn’t have a red hair clipping in it. Rather Deke bought it from a store, as a giftwrapped lie for $4.99. He mails the mistruth to Jim so he’ll sleep at night, but as with Mary Roberts’ killer, the real answers about Sparma remain unknown, buried in his unmarked grave.

As we see in the film’s final montage, the FBI has come to Los Angeles bringing then state of the art psychological profiling techniques to hunt their killer. If they never find him, and there are no more murders, then perhaps Sparma really was the killer he appeared to be. But that truth remains elusive. Sparma was a perverse weirdo who confessed to a murder he didn’t commit eight years ago, and who gets his jollies by imagining agonizing death. But according to FBI profilers, phony walk-in confessors never actually meet the profile of the real killers.

And keep in mind that Stan Peters, the sex criminal Jim and Joe interrogated earlier, had an odd reaction to the name Mary Roberts. Afterward he put a shotgun in his mouth. If he was the serial killer, then that could also explain the inexplicable absence of new disappearances and bodies—meaning Sparma was an innocent man when the cops put six feet of dirt on his head. Or perhaps the living, breathing killer will just go to ground again, leaving town like the one who abducted Mary Roberts oh, so many years back.

The truth of Sparma’s guilt, and whether he is a ghost or a demon left to haunt these men, remains unknowable. Barring more victims, it will just be a little thing extra to keep Deke up at night, a burden he’s tried to take away from Jim. Yet one thing’s for certain: neither of them are angels.

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