#theadore decker

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𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙<3

the goldfinch fics:

the russian boy series(not complete):

part one: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/757313040130703360/the-russian-boypart-one?source=share

part two: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/757397374398300160/the-russian-boypart-two?source=share

part three: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758404629284470784/the-russian-boypart-three?source=share

part four: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758647360552370176/the-russian-boypart-four?source=share

part five : https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758647986258690048/the-russian-boypart-five?source=share

part six: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758729107941015552/the-russian-boypart-six?source=share

part seven: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758849762276605952/the-russian-boypart-seven?source=share

part eight: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758938909295116288/the-russian-boypart-eight?source=share

part nine: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/759120803236364288/the-russian-boypart-nine?source=share

part ten: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/759208726518513664/the-russian-boypart-ten?source=share

part eleven: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/759343339599527936/the-russian-boypart-eleven?source=share

part twelve: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/760025567064211456/the-russian-boypart-twelve?source=share

part thirteen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/760481807401615360/the-russian-boypart-thirteen?source=share

part fourteen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/760650261170733056/the-russian-boypart-fourteen?source=share

part fifteen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/761030594275786752/the-russian-boypart-fifteen?source=share

part sixteen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/761110155274387456/the-russian-boypart-sixteen

part seventeen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/761479367298793472/the-russian-boypart-seventeen

part eighteen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/763377380311072768/the-russian-boypart-eighteen

boris smut//fluff(not complete):

drug sex (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/756403673390825472/drug-sexborisxfemreader?source=share

take care of her for me (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/756765964470730752/take-care-of-her-for-meborisxtheoxfemreader?source=share

comforting her (fluff): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/760749916634202112/hii-sso-i-was-thinking-if-you-could-do-a?source=share

boris headcannons (smut&fluff): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/760909071157215232/book-boris-as-your-boyfriend-hcssome-sexual?source=share

say it (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/761301483654414336/hey-queen-since-ur-reqs-are-open-could-you-write

coriolanus snow:

school project (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/747709591519903744/school-projectsmut?source=share

henry winter(not complete):

dinner at the lake house (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/761207230946246656/dinner-at-the-lake-househenry-winter-x

let me help you (fluff): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/763437874263752704/hi-lovely-i-come-bearing-a-henry-winter-request

phone sex (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/763662845488644096/phone-sexhenry-winter-x-femreader

break (prelude to phone sex): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/764209892614668288/idea-for-henry-marchbanks-winter-fanfic-he-gets

this is my first time making a masterlist, so please tell me if you have any issues accessing the links! i will be adding all my new posts to this from now on<3

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she’s done and she sucks so bad cause the different vid sizes are off😫😫

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i have plans i cannot share rn cause the haters will sabotage me.

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the russian boy//part sixteen

chapter two

warnings: swearing, mild smut, smoking

lowercase intended

not proof read

part sixteen, chapter two: the movie

as i get get to the top step i look around for theo's room. i open a door at the very end of the hallway, and go step inside to see a room covered in music posters, and a bed thats unmade. as i step inside i see a fake bb belt on the floor. yep. this is definitely theo's room. i look around in his dresser drawers for a minute before finding a drawer full of pants. i dig through them, making sure to not unfold any of them, and eventually find a pair of pj shorts. these are definitely women's shorts. super short, flannel red print, and sparkly draw strings. i step outside his room and yell down into the living room, "theo! can i wear the red flannel shorts, they look like they're women's shorts?", i say holding them up inspecting them. "yeah sure, i think they're jamie's....or maybe they were sara's....or maybe kelsey's.", he yells back to me. damn okay theo i see you. i go back into his room and strip the sweatpants off of me. when i put on the shorts i realize whoever they belong to must either be a bit bigger than me, or they must really like baggy clothes. i have to tie the drawstring tight to keep them from falling down. i consider taking off boris sweater, but i figure it would be too bold to come downstairs in short shorts and a sports bra. i walk out of theo's room and make my way downstairs. i feel boris's eyes on me the whole time im walking down. i get to the living room and sit down on the couch, positioning myself in the same way i was sitting before i got up. i pull the blanket back over boris and i, and almost immediately his hand attaches back to my thigh likes its a magnet. i decide to not give him a reaction...for now. he tightens his grip around my thigh as he begins drawing small circles on it again with his thumb. he continues doing this for about 15 minutes. as i watch the movie im beginning to get utterly freaked out by it. one particular scene makes me jump into boris's arms like a child. i switch positions and crawl over him, propping my back up on the couches arm rest. i'm basically on top of him, im squeezed in between him and the arm rest, my ass half on his lap and half sinking in the sliver of space i've scooted my way into.

as soon as i get settled, his hand returns to my thigh once again, rubbing it slowly up and down. "is ok?", he whispers in my ear, sending shivering down my spine. i nod, not taking my eyes off the screen. "use your words. i making you nervous hm?", he whispers cockily in my ear. EXCUSE ME? i swear this man has me wrapped around his lengthy ass fingers. alright you fucker, my turn. i smile and lick my bottom slightly as i turn my head to meet his gaze. "oh no, your not making me nervous. i'm just wondering if my thigh is the only thing you can trace circles on.", i whisper innocently before turning my head right back around to watch the movie. i see his jaw slightly drop from the corner of my eye. he must have not expected my words, cause he's silent for the next thirty seconds. however, the silence doesn't last long, he brings his lips back to my ear, "trust me lalka, if i wasnt a gentleman, and potter wasnt here, i'd show you everything these fingers do.", he tells me, i can practically hear the smirk i'm sure is planted on his face. funny how his english is almost perfect when he's talking like this to me. "i'm sure you would. all talk, hm? maybe you should drop the gentlemen morale for a little while.", i whisper in a voice that's so low while my head is pointed to the tv i'm not even sure he can hear me. "i'll have you whining my fucking name, i can promise you that.", he says as he grips my thigh especially tight. OH? he definitely sees the expression on my face because i hear him let out a small chuckle. time to play a little game i like to call: how much self control does boris have. i reach under the blanket and grab his hand, slowly moving it up my inner thighs. right when his fingers are about to hit the spot i've been trailing them towards he moves his hand from my grip and trails back down my inner thigh, lightly pinching my skin as he does so. he lets out a low throaty chuckle and makes a "tsk" noise as he takes his free hand and turns my face towards his. his eye brows are furrowed and a smirk is on his face. alright. i'll try harder. i lean my head forward as if im going in for a kiss, then pass by his lips moving my head to his ear. "please bor?", i say in a whiny voice. he grabs my face immediately and turns my head to get access to my ear. "impatient are we? whiny girls don't get what they want. good girls who do what they're told do. are you going to be a whiny girl, or a good girl?", he says moving his hand up my thigh all the way under to my shirt to my left boob. "a good girl.", i say softly. i almost let a whimper escape my lips when i feel his cold hand palming my breast, but cover it up with a fake small cough so that theo doesn't hear. yes yes, i know theo knows about boris and i, but still im not tryna make him uncomfortable. "im sorry, i couldn't hear you.", boris says still beside my ear. i can feel his breath on my neck. this is absolutely positively making me feral. i repeat myself, only loud enough for boris to hear, "a good girl.". "that's better", he says before placing a small kiss on my neck and letting go of my face. ok so i lost that game. boris not only has self control, but he has apparently read the manual on exactly what to say to get me horny as fuck. also it's tweaking me out how good his English is when he's talking "dirty" to me. it's like a whole new boris has just emerged...and im heavily fuckin with it.

his hand continues to rest under my shirt as we watch the movie silently. i know he's having fun with this because every 10 minutes he brushes his fingers lightly across my nipples, and lets out a low chuckle as he sees my breath hitch. i'm gonna try something, bare with me. i lean forward a bit, moving my back from the are rest, and i pretend to be stretching forward. i bend far enough to touch my ankles and as i begin to sit back up, i let my hand lightly brush against his dick. i knew it. mans is rock fuckin hard. just as boris looks like he's going to say something, theo turns to us. "i'm gonna make popcorn, you two want any?", he asks getting up. boris quickly removes his hand from under my shirt as he and i simultaneously shake our heads no. i look back at the screen and see that the movie is over. as theo walks over to the kitchen, boris stands up, "i come back, don't worry.", he says moving a strand of hair out of my face. he smirks at me, then turns around to walk down a hallway on the left of the couch. that was certainly interesting. my face feels hot, and the rest of my body feels cold from boris's absence. i take my phone off of the side table and check the time, 6:49 pm. as i begin to turn my phone over, it buzzes.

boris

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you driving me crazie.

i see the notification on my lock screen and immediately look behind me to check if theo's lurking near me. i see him in the kitchen, fidgeting with the microwave. i smile and take a deep breath as i open my phone and press my "messages" app. i open boris's contact. holy fuck. let's just ignore the typos in the text and talk about the picture on my screen. boris is standing in front of a bathroom mirror, holding up his shirt enough for me to see the outline of his dick pressing up against his jeans. my eyes stare at his jeans for a good moment, but something else catches my attention. i don't know i didn't notice the first night we met, and he got into the pool only wearing his boxers. but he has a tattoo on the very bottom of his stomach right above his dick.

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this, my friends, is the straw that broke the camel's back. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT BE FOAMING AT THE MOUTH WHEN I SEE THISSSS. i text him back quickly.

boris<3

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you driving me crazie.

your the one teasing me.

read 6:52 pm

he comes back into the living room, phone in hand, shaking his head and smiling. he sits back down beside me, pulling me down and laying the back of my head on his lap. "i didn't know you have a tattoo.", i say looking up at him while he runs his fingers through his hair. he looks down at me smirking, "you like it, eh?", he says to me. "it's sexy.", i tell him in a low voice as theo comes back into the living room, popcorn in hand. boris leans down and kisses me softly on the lips, before breaking away. "maybe i let you taste it later.", he says in a voice barley above a whisper. "let her taste what?", theo asks as he plops himself back down on the chair and throws a piece of popcorn to popchyk. boris looks up at him with a smile, "my tattoo.", he say nonchalantly with a shrug. my face turns bright red and i prop myself up on my elbows, before turning around to look at theo. "oh cmon dude i don't wanna know that.", theo says crinkling his face. "you ask potter, i tell you.", boris says with a chuckle. "lucy don't do it, if you lick him you may get some foreign disease.", theo says to me with a smile. "noted, thank you theo.", i say with a giggle before plopping my head back down on boris' lap. boris looks down at me and winks with a smile before looking back up at the tv. i hear two people talking from the speakers and assume theo put on another movie, but i decide to continue staring at boris as he watches the movie. after about five minutes of just sitting and watching boris, my eyes feel heavy. i decide it's okay to close them for a while. i drift into a dream as i hear the tv in the back of my mind.

i wake up to boris shaking my shoulder gently. i open my eyes. " you want smoke with me and potter?", he says with a smile when he sees my eyes open. i crinkle my eyebrows in suspicion of his words. do i want smoke with theo and him? my half asleep mind fills in the words absent from boris's sentence. i sit up and rub my eyes, "do i want to smoke with you guys?", i ask him yawning. "yes. i say it wrong?", he asks me as he combs out my messy bangs with his fingers. "no, not really. i understand what you're saying, but make sure to say 'do you want to' instead of 'you want', if you're ever asking anyone else that. if you don't they may think your trying to fight them.", i say with a giggle. he looks confused, "smoke means fight?", he asks genuinely interested. "sometimes it does.", i say stretching. theo chimes in, "i've already tried to explain it to him, he doesn't understand it.", theo says as he appears out of the kitchen holding a Gatorade bottle. boris just shrugs and helps me off the couch. "what time is it?", i ask boris as i put on my shoes. he glances down at his phone, "9:23", he tells me. "oh shit", i say remembering my plan of going home at 9:30. "what's wrong?", boris asks looking at my worried. "no nothing, i just have to go home. i wanna be there when my mom gets home.", i tell him grabbing my phone from the side table. "i take you home, we can smoke on the way.", boris says with a smile. "thank you bor.", i say leaning up and pressing a quick peck on his cheek. "i'm coming too, you two are not about to smoke without me.", theo says before heading to the front door. boris and i follow behind him as he walks out the door, and up to boris's car. we all get in and theo reaches in the glove box, pulling out a small pre rolled joint. he lights it and takes a few puffs before handing it to me. i lean back in my seat and inhale the smoke, releasing it from my nose after a second or two. we all are pretty much silent as boris drives, we pass around the joint until we reach my house. "see ya tomorrow!", i tell them as i hop out of the car. i go up to boris's window and kiss him. hopefully i see him tonight.

a/n: forgive me for this part, but i must give the people what they yearn for.💋

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the russian boy//part nine

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use

not proof read

lowercase initial

disclaimer: drugs aren't cool, don't do them. rehab isn't fun. blah blah blah

-the author, a former addict

part nine: the errands

i sit up, close my laptop, and give boris a small smile. "is your dad home?", i ask remembering that his dad was supposed to home today. "yea, he leave again tomorrow. i tell him i went to potters house.", he tells me trying to scoot himself under the blankets. i watch him as he struggles with the tucked in sheets and laugh, "oh so i guess you're sleeping here tonight?", you say as he finally gets the blankets free and crawls under them. "you don't want me to?", he asks with a smile, already knowing my answer. "yes sure i want you to.", i say rolling my eyes dramatically and laughing. i lift the blanket up and place myself under it. he extends his arm above my head and pats his chest. "what?", i ask him confused. "lay here.", he says like its obvious what im supposed to do. i look at him for a moment then chuckle, "no.", i say making my face serious. this takes him aback, "why not?", he asks with confusion on his face. "because it's awkward and we're not gonna act like a full on couple till we decide that's what we want.", i explain to him. "till you decide what you want, i already know what i want.", he corrects me. "fine till i decide what i want.", i say back to him moving my hair out of my face. for the record, i know what i want. i know i want to date him. i know i want him to be the perfect boy for me, but i don't know him well enough to be positively sure he is the perfect boy. i mean seriously, i truly like him, but i feel like ive only meet the surface of him. i want to know more about him, i want to understand him completely before i make the commitment of a relationship. what we have right now is perfect in my opinion. hanging out a lot and minor physical affection that consists of small peaks on his cheeks or his lips. now believe me, and im gonna say this with my whole chest, i would love nothing more then for this boy to take me to pound town. not just yet though. i like him too much to let him be a situationship. i want us to be real, and the only way to do that is by putting time into us. and by the way, yes i understand that I've kissed him, but voluntarily cuddling with him feels way more intimate. "we did this last night, no?", he says remembering the way we woke up together this morning i assume. he continues, "was not awkward last night, does not have to be awkward now. it can be like.....friendly cuddles,eh? me and potter do all the time.", he says trying to convince me, still patting his chest. i think about his words and come up with a compromise, "how about this, when i fall asleep tonight you can move me onto you like you did last night. that way it won't be awkward for me cause i'll be asleep, and you'll still get to wake up cuddling me.", i say meeting him halfway. he smiles, "well now i definitely won't fall asleep before you.", he says. he drops his arm around my shoulder, "i have long arms,nowhere else to put them!", he says holding his free hand up defensively when he sees the look on my face. i laugh, "i'll let it slide this time.", i say turning away from him and turning off my lamp. i drop to my side and lay facing my bedside table, and feel his body drop flat as well. his arm is still around my shoulder, now trapped underneath my body. i feel the bed shift and turn my head to see he's now laying the same direction as me. i turn back around and let my eyes fall shut. before i can drift off to sleep he whispers, "new girl?". "mm", i say back not fully awake but also not asleep, somewhere in the limbo between them. "i take you on...errands with me tomorrow, yes?", he asks me. "mhm yea sure boris.", i say sleepy. he scooches closer to me, holding me in a spooning possession. i debate scooting away, but decide he's too warm and i'm too sleepy to move. "will be fun i promise.", i hear him say as i drift off to sleep.

i wake up with my face buried in boris shoulder, our body's facing eachother, and my legs wrapped around his hips like i'm a spider monkey. i stay in my possession cursing asleep lucy for putting me in this situation. i try to think of a way to free myself without waking him. i carefully unwrap legs from his body, and lift my arms that are draped across his neck. i slide out of bed carefully and grab my phone. it's 10:30am? i'm suprised mom didn't come upstairs to say goodbye when she left for work this morning, but then again i'm fucking glad she didn't. i make my way to the bathroom connected to my room and just as i walk in my phone falls out of my hand and hits the tile floor. "fuck", i whisper to myself, clenching my teeth and turning around expecting to see boris wide awake. i turn my head and see him laying in the same position he was when i got up, with his mouth open and his eyes closed. huh. i guess boris is a heavy sleeper. noted. i turn back around and close the bathroom door behind me. i'm desperate for a shower. i turn the shower knob up, and take off my clothes, leaving them in a empty box that i unpacked my towels from a few days ago, as a makeshift laundry basket. i step into the shower letting out a long sigh as the warm water hits my face. i take out my body scrub and lather myself down, scrubbing until i feel clean. i wet my hair and massage my shampoo into it almost moaning at how nice it feels to wash all the day old chlorine from the pool out of it. i rinse the suds out of my hair and step out, turning the shower off. i grab two towels from the bathroom closet and dry off my body before wrapping one towel around my body, and one around my hair. i walk over to my sink wiping away the condensation from my mirror and grabbing my toothbrush brush. i brush my teeth as i hum "i feel pretty", that song always gets stuck inside of my head after i watch wss. i place down my tooth brush and open my bathroom door to see boris sitting on the edge of my bed, putting on his Tshirt that he must have slung off at some point last night. i toss my phone onto the bed, "how'd ya sleep?", i ask looking around through my boxes for clean clothes to put on. "like a fucking king new girl. i don't even have to put you on me last night, you turn around and cling to me.", he says standing up and sitting right back down after grabbing his shoes from the floor. "i can't control what i do in my sleep.",. i say with a smile and a shrug as i pull out a pair of shorts and a tank top from a box. "turn around.", i tell him, to which he obeys immediately and faces the wall on far side of my bed. i check to make sure he can't see me and grab a pair of pink sparkly underwear from the box. (listen i just moved here, i don't know where all my thongs are so i'll have to settle for my pink granny panties.). i drop my towel and put on my underwear, shorts, and tank top. "alright you can look now.", i say as i take the towel off of my hair. he nods at my outfit with a smile, "let me go home and brush my teeth, then i'll be ready.", he tells me standing up. "ready for what?", i ask him as he walks my bedroom door. i stop him before i can get my answer, "nuhuh, you come in through the window, you leave through the window. thems the rules kid.", i say blocking him from the door with a smile and pointing to the window. he puts on a crooked smile, "fine fine.", he says turning around and walking to the window. "you just want me to leave like tony leaves", he says as he gets to the window. this boy is going to be making west side story references for as long as he may live, mark my words. i smile at him and shrug my shoulders. "we run errands today new girl, you promise you come with last night.", he says climbing out my window. before i can say anything else he's halfway down the latter and humming "maria", (not very on key if i might add). i shut my window and flop on my bed vaguely remembering the promise of running errands with him. i sit on my phone and scroll through twitter for a long moment before a text pops up on my phone.

boris

in the car. come down when ready.

i slide on my crocs, grab my cart, and head downstairs. i go to the kitchen and leave a note for mom, in case she comes home while im gone (just in case one of our phones are dead and she can't reach me).

going out with my friend for awhile.

see you soon. xoxo

-lucy

i stick the note to the fridge and walk outside. i walk up to boris's car, he gets out to allow me to crawl to the passenger seat. i pick up the pack of cigarettes on the dash and pluck one out, placing it between my lips and lighting it with the lighter in the cup holder. boris gets back in the car holds out his fingers for the cigarette. instead of handing it to him, i place it in between his lips and hold it there for him to drag as he backs out of his driveway. after he takes a few drags of the cigarette, exhaling each puff through his nose, i bring it back to my lips a do the same. "are we not picking up theo?", i ask him as he drives towards the entrance of our neighborhood. "no, he say he wants to keep sleeping and will see us tonight.", he tells me, focusing on the road. "what kind of errands are we running?", i wonder out loud, which draws a small laugh from his lips. "look in here.", he says opening the center console of his car. i turn my head and peak in it to see his small baggie of weed, and about three small bags consisting of white powder. my face glows in excitement and suprise, "is this what i think it is my dear friend?", i say picking up on of the small bags and grinning a grin too big for my face. he looks over at me and smirks, "new girl, don't tell me you do coke.", he says with a hint of disbelief and suspicion in his voice. "i don't "do coke" per say, but when offered it i may partake now and then.", i admit truthfully, which he chuckles at. "you keep surprising me. doesn't let shoes touch her bed sheets, but lets drugs touch her nose. you have interesting brain new girl.", he says as i place the bag back in the console and shut it. let's get a few things straight. i am not a coke addict. i am not a drug addict. when you grow up in new orleans you are legitimately surrounded partying people. when i was back home and would go to parties i would definitely do a bump or two, but do i need it everyday? no. is it something i do by myself? no. is it fun to do to help me let loose and not think about my incredibly shitty life? yes, yes it is. judge me if you want, i certainly judge myself for it but hey, you never know what'd you do in someone else's shoes. "i'm assuming we're dropping those off to people?", i say to him as he drives down a road i've never been on before. "i promised the people who buy from me that i give it to them today, so yes. is ok?", he asks turning to meet my eyes as we stop at a red light. "fine with me.", i say meeting his gaze. the light turns green and he gives me a quick smile before turning back to look at the road. "is supposed to be a party tonight at some private school boys house, i think that's why everyone wants me to bring them their cut today, all the rich kids that go to the private school do the coke.", he says nonchalantly as we make a left turn into a fancy looking neighborhood. my ears perk at this, "a party?", i ask turning to him with an excited smile while i flick my cigarette out of the window . he keeps his eyes on the road and we come to a stop at an empty playground in the neighborhood. well almost empty. "one second Piękny.", he says rolling down his window and giving a two fingered wave to a short muscular boy who's sitting on a bench in the playground.

i have no idea what he just called me but i really don't care right now, im too interested in his sudden change of demeanor as the boy walks up to the car. his face is serious, like the first day i met him, and he doesn't take his eyes off the boy as he approaches us. boris opens the console and grabs one of the bags, feeling the weight in his hand, without looking away from the boy. the boy finally gets to the car and says hello to boris as he smiles a toothy grin. boris nods at him silently and shifts his eyes from the boys eyes to the wad of cash in his right hand. the boys grin turns into more of a closed mouth half smile as he hands boris the money. boris counts it quickly and silently then proceeds to give the boy an approving nod handing him the bag. the boy mutters a awkward thanks and turns around walking away. boris slides the money in his front pocket and rolls up the window. as he starts to drive he lets out a spew of laughter, which tells me it's appropriate for me to laugh now. "ha! did you see how scared i make him?", he asked turning to me in between laughs. "he was fucking shaking! poor dude!", i say laughing so hard my stomach aches. when our laughter dies down he responds to my question from before, "yes new girl, party.". "well can we go?", i ask him excitedly. "eh maybe. is sketchy. i hang around sometimes in case someone wants to buy, but i don't know if i want you there.", he says hesitantly. oh come on. this is not a good look for boris. if i wanna go i'll go i don't need him to tell me that he "doesn't know" if he wants me there. "well if you don't go with me i'll find out where it is and go alone.", i say back quickly. he rolls his eyes as he blows past a stop sign, "fine, we can go. if it start to get...what's the word?", he brings his finger to the side of his head drawing imaginary circles, "crazy?", i say assuming that's the word he's looking for. "ah yes, if it starts to get the crazy we will leave. girls can get hurt at those parties, has happened before.", he tells me with a sigh. "deal", i say happily. i can handle myself if things get "crazy". i'm sure i've been to far more out of control parties then the one we're going to tonight, but my agreement seems to make him happy so i leave it at that. we make a few more stops that were almost exactly like our first stop; we pull up to some rich neighborhood, a kid comes up to boris's car, boris stares them down, counts the money they give him, hands them their bag without a word, and we die laughing as we drive off. after we drop off all four bags we start driving home. "here.", boris says picking up his phone from his lap, "get theo's number from my phone, put in yours, and tell him we're going a saint john's party tonight.". "saint johns?", i ask taking his phone from his hand. "the name of the private school.", he tells me. i think i remember seeing the saint johns school on the way into town. it was small, but looked pretty fancy. i turn on his phone and try to get in but it has a password. smart man, he knows better than anyone to put a lock on his phone considering he broke into mine to sneak his number in their and get my number. "passcode?", i ask him looking up at him. "i think is 1221325, try that.", his brows furrow as he try's to remember the numbers. i laugh, "how do you not know your passcode for certain?", i ask pushing the numbers into the lock screen. "i just change, still trying to memorize.", he tells me as the phone unlocks. i scroll through his small list of contacts in which mine is called, "new girl", very flattering contact name. i find theo after clicking on one that's called, "potter🪄", and add the number into my phone, making him a contact and sending him a short text.

t͟h͟e͟o͟

hey, it's lucy, boris gave

me your number and

told me to tell you that

we’re going to a “saint

john’s” party tonight.

i put boris's phone in his lap and shut off mine. we pull into our neighborhood and take the five minute trip down the street to get to our houses. i pick up my phone and see the nonification of theo's text.

theo

FUCK YEAH! hey ask boris if he can

bring me molly. tell him i say pretty pleaseeee,

he's not answering his phone rn.

i look back up from my phone and at him. are there any drugs he does sell? "theo wants you to bring him molly when we go to the party tonight.", i tell him with a knowing smile. "maybe. he only likes to do it when someone else does it with him and if i go with you tonight then i won't be getting high.", he explains to me. "i'll do it with theo.", i say nonchalantly. he looks over to me and laughs, "ha! you want to do molly?", he asks with his eyebrows raised. "what's so funny about that? i can handle it.", i say back to him slightly defensive. "have you ever done before?", he asks me. i debate on whether to be honest or lie but decide im gonna tell him the truth so i dont have to pretend to know what it feels like. "well, no. but there's a first time for everything.", i say to him confidently. he looks at me with a smirk, "how about this, we go to the party and afterwards if you still want to try, me, you, and potter will all take together, yes?", he asks me. "i don't want you to do while you're there. it would be scary with so many people. plus i want to get fucked too tonight and if you're getting fucked at the party that means i can't.", he tells me. honestly im shocked. i imagined he would say no all together. doing it after the party with just him and theo does sound more fun than just doing it with theo while im in a crowd of people i don't know. "sounds good to me.", i tell him with a smile. i give him a very quick thank you kiss and watch him give me a toothy grin after. he opens the car door and steps out, which allows me to crawl across from the passenger side and get out as well. "thanks for taking me on your little errand run, but im gonna go inside and eat before i start getting ready for the party.", i tell him as we stand outside of his car. "you go do that new girl, answer phone when i text!", he tells me as i walk away to my house. "i will!", i call back as i open my front door and walk inside. tonight is gonna be so fucking fun.

end of part nine, i’ll probably have part ten published by tmrw:)

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the russian boy//part fourteen

chapter two

warnings: very slight smut, swearing, drug usage

lowercase intended

not proof read

part fourteen, chapter two: the distractions

boris pulled me up from the bed, "get dressed", he told me while he dug through his closet trying to find something to put on. theo, who was now leaving the room, shouted something to boris that i didn't hear. i walked over to boris's bathroom, closing the door behind me. "boris!" i said loudly through the closed door, "mhm?". "can i use your toothbrush?", i asked holding up the mangled toothbrush inspecting it, "dont have to ask lalka.", he yelled back laughing. i hate not knowing what he's calling me, for all i know he could be saying, "don't have to ask stupid bitch!", but i've gotten used to it by now. i turn on the faucet and put toothpaste on the brush before scrubbing my teeth. i turn off the water and look at myself in the mirror as i spit out the rest of the foamed up toothpaste. i look like actual shit. my hair is a mess, my sew in hair extensions are disconnected from the left side of my head and peaking through my natural hair, my eyes look like raccoon eyes, and the hickey on my neck is a dark reddish purple color. ugh. i turn the water back on and scrub at my face till the mascara is finally off. lucky i still have a hair band on my wrist, i fold my body forward and put my hair up in what my old friend autumn used to describe as a, "hideous hangover bun". after i inspect my wretched appearance in the mirror, i look around on the bathroom floor for boris's sweater. i find it crumpled up on the floor beside a massive pile of what i assume are dirty clothes. i slip off my sweater from last night, throw it onto the laundry pile, and put his sweater over my head. as i pull it down onto my body i get the strong smell of boris: cigarettes, liquor, spearmint, and to be completely honest slight body oder. let me be real right quick: i heavily fuck with the way he smells even when he fucking STINKS. it's sexy. sue me. i take off my skirt, throwing it on top of my sweater on the laundry pile, and walk out the bathroom door. "i need pants", i say walking out rubbing my eyes with my hands, still trying to fully wake up. i take my hands away from my eyes and low and behold, theo is standing right in front of the dresser scrolling on his phone. he looks up at me and giggles, "yes you do lucy lu.", he says tossing me a pair of sweatpants from the dresser. i suck my lips into my mouth for a second before catching them. "why thank you Theodore.", i say taking a deep breath slightly embarrassed. i don't know why i'm embarrassed though. he's seen me in my underwear. hell the first day i met him he saw me in my underwear. maybe it's cause im not the least bit intoxicated right now, i don't know.

i put on the sweats, jumping as i pull them up around my waist. they fit me more like leggings, i swear it drives me crazy how small all of boris's pants are. however, the pants are always too long on me, so it makes me feel better having to roll them up. "where's boris?", i say folded over cuffing the sweatpants. "downstairs making you coffee.", theo tells me as he puts his phone in his pocket. i stand back up after im done cuffing both legs of the pants and smile, "i didn't know he had a coffee maker.", i say suprised. theo laugh, "oh no, no he does not. he saw coffee grounds at your house the other day and called me insisting that i bring some over immediately so that you could have coffee in the morning whenever you spent the night here. he's boiling coffee grounds in water down there lucy. on the stove. boiling coffee grounds, in water.", he says the last sentence slowly for me to soak it all in. i slightly let my mouth drop open and scrunch my eyebrows low, "do i have to drink it?", i ask theo whispering. "he will be so disappointed if you don't. when he's not looking pour it into a bush or something.", he tells me whispering back. i take a deep breath as theo leads me out of the room and down the stairs. we walk into the kitchen and i see boris pouring a slightly brown liquid into a chipped coffee mug. he turns around when he hears theo clear his throat, and smiles when he sees me. he holds up the coffee, "i make for you, coffee, yes? it's good, i tried.", he tells me walking over to me and handing me the mug. i smile at him, "that's so sweet thank you.", i say giving him a kiss on the cheek. i look down at the coffee. it is utterly horrifying. the "coffee" is a murky brown color, clear enough for me to see the lose grounds settling on the bottom of the mug. i look back up at him, "it looks good!", i say with the best fake smile i can put on my face. he's still smiling when he looks at me expectantly, "drink, tell me if is good!", he says excitedly. oh how i dread hearing those fucking words. i smile and bring the cup up to my mouth taking a small sip. i nearly spit it out. if i didn't know better i would say this is some sort of cruel joke. i force myself to swallow the bitter, hot, burnt tasting "coffee", and look up at him, "mmm, that's good boris", i say, restraining myself from being physically sick. theo lets out a small giggle and i step on his foot before boris can hear him. "you like it?", boris asked me with a proud smile. "yes i loveeee it, so good boris.", i say smiling back at him. he kisses my forehead and takes my hand, "ok, let's go to grocery store", he tells me and theo. before he can pull us both out of the house i turn to theo, "theo this coffee boris made is sooo good, here try some!", i say loudly giving theo a smug smirk. theo's face drops and he slightly mouths the words, "please, no.", to me as i shove the mug towards him. boris is still walking holding onto my hand, as we all walk through the door, "yes potter, try. is good i swear.", boris says walking to his car as theo and i trail behind. i hand the mug over to theo placing it in his hand, "take a big sip dude, you really gotta taste how amazing it is", i say smiling at theo with a toothy grin. he sticks up his middle finger and glares at me silently before looking down worriedly at the coffee and taking a sip. his face contorts in a manner that makes me bite my tongue to refrain from laughing. just as he looks like he's gonna spit it out boris opens the back door of his car for me and looks at us. theo quickly swallows it and smiles at boris giving him a thumbs up. i climb into the car as boris walks to the drivers side. theo hands me the coffee cup, "i think im gonna be sick", he says with a groan. i laugh at him and pour the liquid on the grass beside boris's car, making sure he's turned where he can't see me. "kindly kill your self lucy lu.", theo whispers back to me as he grips his stomach. i blow him a kiss and giggle as he walks around to crawl over boris into the passenger seat.

once we're all in the car i feel my phone buzzing and take it out of my pocket. moms calling me. i look into my driveway and see the truck is gone, so i assume she's calling me from work. i answer, sort of alarmed at her calling instead of texting. "hello? is everything okay?", i say holding my phone to my ear. "hey baby! yes, everything's okay i just miss your voice. how was that party last night? i saw your note, did you have fun?", i hear my mothers voice say from the speaker on my phone. my stomach churns a bit before i answer, "yea! lots of fun!", i lie, "how's work?", i ask her when i hear the the talking of customers and clattering of plates in the background. she sighed, "busy as hell. i need a cigarette.", she laughs softly before continuing, "will you be home tonight? i get off at 10pm and i wanna see you. i feel like it's been ages since i saw your sweet face.", she says with a sigh. "sure, i'll be home tonight. we can watch a movie and hangout.". i hear someone yelling my moms name in the back of the call, "shit, like six more people just came in. that sounds good, i gotta go hon, i love you!", she says. i hear her hang up and put my phone on my lap, looking up at the boys. "so how are we gonna get food?", i ask them suspiciously when i see them smiling at me. "you'll see.", says boris as he pulls out of his driveway and drives down the road. as we drive theo rolls a questionable looking blunt and lights it before handing it to me. i take a few hits and climb onto the center console, holding the blunt to boris's mouth, and scratching his head while he drives. boris smiles at me and nods at theo. i pass the blunt over to him and he looks at me, "boris gets special treatment and not me?", he says lifting his eyebrows. i decide it's a perfect moment to make theo uncomfortable, which is so very easy to do. "boris fucks me, so yes he does get special treatment.", i say putting the blunt between theo's fingers and smiling. theo's eyes widen, "oh well i didnt know...that you two...were-", he stutters before boris cuts him off with a loud laugh. theo turns his head back forward and hits the blunt silently as boris and i laugh for what seems like forever. the laughter dies down when boris pulls into a grocery store with a name i don't recognize. theo puts the blunt out on the lid of the mason jar before throwing the half smoked blunt inside it and closing it back up. "can someone please tell me what were doing now?", i ask when boris parks the car. theo looks at me with a smile, "okay so, usually when boris and i "shop", we just go around and find an isle no one's in to snatch shit from.", he tells me. "so we're stealing.", i say cutting in. " 'so we're stealing' ", he mocks me before continuing, "yes lu, but here's the thing: since there's three of us now, we can create distractions to get people out of the isle while one of us grabs the shit we need. understand?", he explains to me like he's explaining to a kindergartener how to cut paper. i roll my eyes, "yes i understand. but who's gonna be the distraction and who's gonna get the stuff?", i ask curiously. "i don't care, we just need to make people uncomfortable enough to leave the isle we need to grab shit from.", he says back with a shrug. boris smiles at me, "lucy and i will be distraction, just get us good stuff potter.", he says without taking his eyes off me. from the look he's giving me i'm sure he has a plan. we all hop out of the car and walk towards the store. i look at boris, "so what's your big plan?", i ask him as he takes my hand in his while we walk. he looks down at me, "fake fight with me, eh? we make loud and uncomfortable for people in isles.", he says shrugging with a half smile on his face. honestly this is pretty smart for boris to have thought of, and i've watched enough lifetime movies to know how to fake fight.

we walk into the grocery store looking so nonchalant you probably wouldn't even glance our way. theo looks over at us and mouths the word, "pasta" and nods to an isle with a few kids about a year or two younger than us in it. boris looks at me and i nod. we walk into the isle, untangle our hands, and start "looking through stuff". boris lifts his eyebrows at me. so i guess i have to be the instigator, ok alright i can do this. i think for a moment, than without hesitation, i reached over to his pants pocket and pull out his phone. i shove it in his face and loudly, but not loud enough for any employees to hear, start yelling at him. "YOU TOLD ME YOU WERENT TEXTING HER ANYMORE. I KNEW IT, I KNEW YOU WERE A FUCKING LIAR.", i said to him shaking the phone in his face, and trying my hardest not to smile when he accidentally cracked a small giggle. he caught on quickly though because before i knew it he was snatching the phone out of my hand and yelling back at me, "SHE IS MY FRIEND, ONLY IS A FRIEND, HM? YOU ARE SO FUCKING CRAZY, CAN WE JUST SHOP?", he says back to me surprisingly in character. he continues shouting something at me as i lock eyes with one of the terrified looking teens behind us in the isle. "фальшивая  драка, фальшивая драка, я так тебя люблю. эти люди чертовы идиоты!", he shouts as i start to call out the teen i made eye contact with. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT HUH? KEEP FUCKIN STARING I DARE YOU.", i say to the kid raising my eyebrows and using the scariest tone i can muster. the kid looks at his friends and they all quickly exit the isle, allowing theo to come in. theo swiftly picks up the pasta and places it in the inside pocket of his jacket, so smoothly i wasn't even sure if he got it or not till he turned to us and nodded. i looked at boris and laughed as we followed theo out of the isle. theo stopped next at the sauce isle and nodded to boris. boris and i walked into the isle, and saw an elderly man and what looked like his wife in the isle. i smiled at boris at got on my toes to whisper to him, "follow my lead.", i said to him before grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him fiercely. i can feel the his confusion as i press my lips to his, but once again, he catches on quickly. he matches the speed of my lips and pushes me into a shelf, pinning me to it as he continues exploring my lips. oh he's good. i twist us around slamming him on the same shelf i was just on. i grab his hand off my hip and slide it down to my ass, which he squeezes with a firm grip. we continue our little "distraction" for about another thirty seconds before we hear someone clear their throat loudly. i detach from boris's lips and and look up to see theo, standing in front of us, tapping his foot. "they left the isle the moment he shoved you into the shelf's. you two could've stopped about two minutes ago.", he says looking like he's trying his best not to laugh. i look back at him shocked, "why didn't you say something?", i ask him. "looked like you two were having...fun.", he says looking at boris’s pants. i follow his gaze. oh my fuck. i didn't even realize how hard he was while i was kissing him. lady's and fucking gentlemen that dick is HUGE from the look of it. i look back up at boris with wide eyes and see him standing there smugly. "not ashamed", he says shrugging. theo turns away and we follow him into the meat isle(ironic right), where no one else is. me and boris stand in front of theo, guarding him from anyone who may pass by and see him.

boris looks at me and throws an arm around my shoulder before bending down and whispering in my ear, "so i've fucked you before?", he says obviously referring to the thing i said to theo in the car. my face turns a bright red and my eyes widen as he stands up straight and laughs at my expression. "dont look so embarrassed, kochanie. you know i’d do it right now if you wanted me to.”, he says smirking smugly before kissing the top of my head and following theo as he walks towards the exit of the store. okay so that definitely just made me brain think a lot of things. i’m gonna be thinking about those words all night, i can promise you that.

A/N: there you go pookies, a semi long part for you:). this one was fun to write, i hope you all enjoy it!!

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the russian boy//part thirteen

chapter two

warnings: drug use, swearing

lowercase intended

not proof read

disclaimer: drugs are bad, drugs aren’t cool, don’t do them, rehab isn’t fun, blah blah blah. -the author (a former addict

part thirteen, chapter two: the shared secret

i wake up to darkness outside. i turn a little to look at the alarm clock, then realize im in boris's room. i look up and boris is still awake, smoking a cigarette as i lay on his chest. i lazily put my fingers up and he gives it to me. "did i wake you?", he asks blowing smoke from his nostrils. i shake my head no as i take a drag from the cigarette. i hand it back to him, "what time is it?", i ask;still looking up at him. he puts the cigarette out on the ashtray beside him bed, "2:37 am", he tells me after grabbing his phone and checking. "ugh", i groan back in reply. whenever i wake up that's it for me, i have no hope in going back to sleep. "is late, sleep.", he whispers to me while stroking my hair. "i can't, im already up.", i say with a slight sigh. i start to wonder when he sleeps. i see him sleeping when i wake up in the morning, but he's obviously not planning on sleeping tonight, and im always the first to fall asleep. "do you want something to help you fall asleep?", he interrupts my thoughts. i think about this for a second. i know i know, "lUcY YoU jUsT gOt DrUgGeD", don't y'all think i know that. but i trust boris, and i want to sleep. i'm not gonna let what happened to me change everything about me. any other night i would say fuck yes, so tonight i'm saying fuck yes. i don't care if yall don't think it's safe, it's my life. "yes please" , i say smiling at him. he gets up and walks over to his closet, opening it up and pulling a bottle out of a shoe on the floor. he uncaps the bottle and takes out one long white pill. he holds it up to me across the room, "you like xanax?", he asks in the most nonchalant tone. my eyes widen. fun fact about lucy: almost my whole sophomore year i was drowning in xans. They are utterly amazing. usually im the type to want an upper, but xanax is my ultimate weakness. and by the way how dare he only tell me NOW that he has it. i shake my head yes excitedly as he walks towards me chuckling. "this is just to help sleep, yes? not getting high off these tonight, probably shouldn't even be giving you one since we don't know if  other stuff is still in your system...", he trails off overthinking it. "boris. i puked it all up, i feel fine. i promise i've mixed worse than xans and some unknown date rape drug.", i say trying to convince him. this is true by the way, i in fact have definitely mixed worse. he looks at me suspiciously before breaking the pill in half, popping half in his mouth, and handing one to me. "fair.", i say sticking my half in my mouth and swallowing it. he lays back on the bed and pulls me back onto his chest. i feel safer with this man than i've ever felt with anyone before. i lean up and give him a short, yet passionate kiss, he smiles. "what was that for?", he asks chuckling as i lay back down. "i dunno, just felt like it.", i say shrugging and closing my eyes. i hear his heart beating under my head. it's almost too hard to believe he's real.

i don't know if it's the placebo effect, or the fact that i have nothing in my stomach except the pill, but i feel its effects almost instantly. i become almost zombie like, nodding in and out of consciousness, my mind relaxed and my nostrils filled with boris's aroma of cigarettes and spearmint gum. it's as if nothing has existed in my life and nothing will happen in my life, i've  only been , and will forever only live in this moment. the best part of this wasn't the drugs though it was boris, who i assume believes im asleep, humming some kind of song i didn't recognize as he played with my hair. i nod out for good, shortly after the song ended and i hear his breathing change.

i wake up with the sun is in my eyes, feeling like someone ran me over last night. i'm tired and i don't feel boris beneath my head. i sit up sleepily and hear the shower running. hey at least he's taking a shower. i wasn't gonna say anything but he certainly has the look he doesn't believe in personal hygiene. the shower stops and i decide to just look at my phone while he drys off and comes back into the room. as i glance down at my phone i see that it's almost 3pm. fuck, i guess taking a xan last night knocked me out for longer than expected. i try to kick the scrunched up sheets at the end of the bed off my feet but i hit something hard. "OW!". WHO THE HELL?? i pull the blanket up over my head and see a half asleep theo at the foot of boris's bed stretched out sideways. "YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME.", i tell him catching my breath. "mmmm", he groans as he opens his eyes and clutches his ribs, "you kicked meee". is this man serious. "how long have you been there???", i ask still holding the blanket up to look at him. "i don't know maybe a few hours, i came in at like 11am to see if you guys were awake but you were still sleeping and you both looked so comfortable.", he says rubbing his eyes. he crawls up from the foot of the bed and out of the blanket, ending up right next to me. "how ya feelin this mornin lucy lu?", he asks putting his head on my shoulder; something that i've recently learned he does to both boris and me whenever he's hungover or drunk. i rub my left eye with the back of my hand and lay my head on his, "better.", i reply. i feel his head twist until him only his chin is resting on my shoulder. i take my head off of his and look at him. he's examining my neck? "whatcha doing?", i ask slightly concerned as he takes his chin off my shoulder and holds up my chin to examine my neck closer. "shit did that guy do this to you last night?", he asks reaching for his glasses, which are lying on boris's bedside table. "do what?", i ask confused as he continues to examines my neck. "dude look", he pulls on his phone from his pants (which he never changed out of last night), and hands it to me. i look at myself in the selfie camera he has pulled up and i visibly see my checks burning red. the fucking hickey. the concealer must have rubbed off last night while i was sleeping or something. "oh i uh-", i stutter as he looks at me waiting for an answer. just then, like a gift from the heavens, boris comes out of the bathroom. his hair wet, only in boxers, and his smell of drugstore shampoo hits my nose like im smelling roses on a spring day. i'm about to say something but theo cuts me off before i can get anything out when he sees boris walking up to us. "dude, come here", he pats the part of the bed beside me that's open, "look at what that fucking dickhead did to her neck last night. boris looks confused at first, sitting down and leaning across me to look at the mark theo's pointing at. i'm sure he notices what he's talking about, because after about two seconds of looking at it, he snaps right back up to a forward position and darts his eyes to me knowingly. ladies and gentlemen i have never seen a boy so scared as boris is right now. his posture is amazingly straight, his eyes are widely open, and he's starting at me in a way that says, "oh shit.". theo looks over at him confused, "why do you look like you just shit yourself bor? we gotta fucking kill this dude, i mean who the fuck does he think he is?", theo says to him, but boris doesn't take his scared eyes off me. listen now, theo isn't stupid, but he's exactly not the brightest. "bor? hello can you hear me?", he says still not understanding what's going on. boris finally speaks, "drop it potter.", he says almost in a tone a child uses when they're in trouble. theo shifts his eyes between the two of us, "what's wrong with you two, why don't you care about-", he starts, but halfway through his sentence i see a look of realization on his face as his jaw drops. "no.", he says like someone just told him something crazy.

i see his eyebrows raise and a small smile graze his lips. "say sike right now.", he says excitedly looking between the two of us. i put my head in my heads and sigh loudly. how fucking embarrassing is this. "theo , look-", i try to explain as i'm buried behind my hands but im cut off my child like giggling. i look up and theo's eyes are still shifting between the two of us on a loop as he giggles. i look over at boris who's letting a microscopic smirk show on his lips. i immediately burst out into laughter. "I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING ON I FUCKING KNEW IT, WHEN I SAW YOU TWO TOGETHER THIS MORNING YOU WERE PRACTICALLY SLEEPING ONTOP OF HIM LUCY.", theo says like he's the smartest man in the world for having these suspicions. "calm down.", boris tells theo, wiping away a peice of wet curly hair from his face and smirking. "HOW LONG???!", theo asks turning to boris and crossing his legs like its story time. boris glances over at me from approval and i give him a slight smile and nod. "pretty much since first day.", explains boris. theo's mouth drops open again and he looks over at me, "i knew i felt tension between you two, i fucking knew it!", he says holding his index finger in the air. i pull his hand down and look at him, "tho you gotta promise us you won't tell anyone, okay?", i say as serious as i can. theo looks around the room, "who the fuck am i gonna tell? popchyk? you two are my only friends.", he tells me. "potter, she doesn't want anyone to know.", boris explains to him before glancing over at me. theo rolls his eyes annoyed and puts a hand over his heart, "i won't say a word, i swear i wont share your little secret with anyone", he says like this is the most obvious statement ever. "can we talk about something else now..please.", i say slightly not liking all the attention on me and boris’s "relationship". "oh booooo", theo says back to me. "ughhh seriously new topic.", i say throwing a pillow at him and laughing. "fine new topic. im hungry, i say we go get food", theo says rolling his eyes playfully. "me too, food sounds good.", boris says back smiling and flinging his arm around my shoulder. "oh yea, with what money? boris already put all of his coke money towards gas and weed yesterday.", i say giggle. the boys look at each other and and burst out laughing. "cmon księżniczka. we show you how we get food with no money.", boris says still laughing and pulling me out of bed with him. i have a very strong feeling im not gonna like how they, "get food with no money".

a/n: not my best or longest part, but i’ve been so so busy w college. sorry loves! but yay! finally at chapter two!!! i love and appreciate all of you who read these stories:))

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the russian boy//part twelve

warnings: swearing, vomiting, mention of SA

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not proof read

part twelve: the (after) party

the first thing i remember is waking up laying down in the back seat of boris's car. my head is turned to the side and all i can see is a blurry figure driving the car. "we have to the hospital!", i hear a voice say, but i can't make out if it's theo or boris's. "no hospital.", i say groggily. i try to sit up but an arm wrapped around my chest limits my movements. i turn my head and look up to see boris's head floating above me. my head is on his lap and his arm is draped around my chest. "is she awake?! tell her we have to go to the hospital!", theo, who i now have decided was the voice i heard when i woke up, say in a panic to boris. "please no hospital, im fine just drunk.", i say a little bit clearer now. there's a deafening silence for a moment. "you get drugged lucy. is okay is okay, you're okay.", boris tells me swiping the car out of my face. "what?", i say utterly confused. i watched my drinks the whole night, i never took a drink from anyone, hell i literally poured both of them myself. wait. both of them. i only had two drinks. why do i feel so drunk if i only had two drinks. "the boy put something in the vodka bottle kochanie. it fall out of his pocket when im hitting hit.", boris tells me, his eyes having a mixed expression of anger and sadness. it suddenly all comes back and hits me like a semi truck. the boy, the grabbing, his hands on me, him on the ground, bloody as boris lands blows on his swollen face. i start to lose my breath. i try to inhale air but i feel as if the wind has gotten knocked out of me. "calm down calm down, you're okay.", boris says tightening his grip on me. "take me home.", i manage to choke out, "take me home now.". "lucy we have to go to the hospital, we don't know how much that guy put in your-", theo tries to speak but i cut him off. "TAKE ME HOME NOW.", i scream so loud that any other car near us might honestly think im being kidnapped. "take her home.", i hear boris say in a whisper. we make a sharp turn and i feel instantly sick to my stomach. "almost home, five more minutes, just five minutes.", boris tells me rubbing my cheek gently with his thumb. i close my eyes and feel the hot tears roll down my cheeks as i try my best to escape to anywhere else but here. i imagine im on the couch, with my mom, watching a shitty lifetime movie. i imagine im five years old still in new Orleans, sitting on my dad's shoulder while he runs around through the sprinklers in our yard. the sick feeling in my stomach dies down a little, but comes right back when the car comes to a sudden stop. i open my eyes again and im back in the nightmare. boris looks at me, "lucy, your mom is home, the truck is there. do you want to go there, or do you want to go with me into my house?", he asks me in a soft tone. more than anything i want my mom right now. i want to fling myself into her arms and smell her apple scented hair while i cry into her shoulder. this isn't an option though. i have to clear my brain no matter how hard it is, and think. my mothers probably inside asleep. she's probably going to blame herself for not being home more, she'll quit her job, and she'll stay glued to my side feeling guilty. i look up at boris, "i wanna go with you.", i say to him. he nods his head and picks me up off the seat carrying my inside as theo trails behind nervously. i can hear theo talking to himself as we get inside boris's living room, "we should've taken her to a fucking hospital, this is not good-", boris cuts him off. "potter stop, are scaring her!", he says sharply. theo quiets himself quickly. the room is spinning and i feel my mouth filling with saliva. fuck i'm gonna be sick. i look at boris, still in his arms, as i try to point to the bathroom. i have one hand covering my mouth and one pointing frantically at the bathroom. boris understands and rushes my into the bathroom, gently placing me on my knees against the cold tile floor in front of the toilet. he holds my hair back as i immediately puke into the toilet bowl. i look up at him after i'm done, absolutely horrified that he had to see that.

the one thing good that came out of this is that the room isn't spinning anymore. i feel tired and weak, but not exactly fucked up anymore. i try to stand up but my legs give out before i can make it all the way up. boris catches me, "don't walk, will take you wherever you want to go, yes? just don't walk.", he says picking me back up. i nod embarrassed. now that i feel more sober i realize that he's a lot stronger than he looks, i mean he beat that guys face in tonight, and he's now carrying me through the house. although i can see it's a little bit of a struggle for him, i would have never imagined he would be able to do this at all. i point to the kitchen, not wanting to put my vomit breath right in his face. he takes me there, "do you want water?", he asks looking down at me. i nod yes. "okay, i lay you down on the couch and bring you water", he says as he walks into the living room laying me on the couch. as he walks into the kitchen i see theo walking towards me. he still looks horrified, but he sits on the floor next to the couch and grabs my hand, "i'm so sorry.", he looks straight ahead not even turning to me to say it. i rub my thumb on his hand as a way to say, "it's okay, i'm okay.", but truthfully it's not okay. i was drugged tonight. i was probably almost raped. i feel angry, not sad. i'm angry at the fucking man who drugged the booze, i'm angry at the fact he just waited for someone to come along and drink it. i'm angry that out of all the people who watched him forcefully grab me, not one of them stepped in even when i screamed for help. but i'm also greatful. i'm grateful that boris was there and stopped him as soon as he saw what was going on. my thoughts are interrupted as boris comes in front of me and hands me a glass of water, which i chug in lightning speed. he brushes my hair out of my face and leans down to me, "i take care of him, yes? i'm not done with him.", he says his eyes fixed on mine. theo chimes in, still sitting beside the couch holding my free hand, "we'll fucking kill him.", he says giving my hand a quick squeeze. i nod, too exhausted to tell them to leave it alone. i'm sure the guy got the message, from what i remember seeing, his face was a bloody mess when i went outside. "can take you to bed?", asks boris as he continues looking down at me. i let out a small, "okay.". he scoops me off the couch and tells theo something along the lines of, "you can sleep down here, im going to bed". theo releases my hand as boris begins to walk, and plops himself onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. boris carries me all the way up stairs and into his bedroom, before gently laying my on the bed. he lays beside me, "i shouldn't have left you alone, am sorry, so sorry.", he says taking my hand as he lay flat on his back. "it's not you're fault boris. it's no one's fault but the assholes.", i say to him. my voice cracks on the last word and i realize im crying. he looks over to me and sits up, propping himself against a few pillows. "come here.", he says holding his arms out to me. i sit up and just as quickly lay back down, flinging myself into his arms. my crying becoming louder as i sob into his shirt. "i was so scared.", i mange to get out in between sobs. admitting this to myself and saying it out loud only makes me cry harder. i feel weak. i know i shouldn’t, but i do. boris holds me gently and stays quiet for a moment. “shh i know lucy.”, he says. lucy? when has he ever called me my real name? it’s always been new girl or some weird polish/Russian word. i look up at him with swollen, confused eyes, and i do something that shocks me. i laugh. he looks at me confused, “what is it?”, he asks my like he’s worried im having a psychotic break (honestly i might be). “i’ve never heard you say my name.”, i tell him in between laughs.

he thinks for a moment and cracks a smile before chuckling, “i say it all night to you, when i beating up douchebag, when i waiting for you to wake up in car, i say all night, “lucy, lucy, lucy”. is beautiful name. i want to say forever.”, he tells me while we both slightly giggle. i laugh, “ohhh fuck i love you.”, i say whipping a tear away from my cheek. my face turns bright red. i didn’t mean to say that. it just sort of…came out. he looks as shocked as i do when his face contorts into a half smile, “i love you lucy. hey! is kinda like the show no? the i love lucy?”, he say’s tucking a peice of my hair behind my ear. my embarrassment washes away and i laugh again, “how do YOU know that show?”, i say in between laughs. “it help me learn English, was always playing at restaurant i go to all the time when i first move to US. is true though, no? i love lucy!”, he say the last part in a forced american accent that makes me laugh even harder. when my laughter dies down i look up at him as serious as i can, “boris, thank you. thank you for tonight, thank you for every night i’ve been here. thank you for always being here with me.”, he smiles back at me. “no no, thank you. you make my life happier, yes? i think of you ever since first day when i see you. you are a special girl.”, he says back to me. i blush lightly, at least i hope it’s lightly, and lay back down in his chest. “is okay, go to sleep. i stay right here.”, he says as i close my eyes. the last thought on my mind before i drift of is, maybe it’s true, maybe i do love boris.

a/n: sorry i took so long to post, yall know i had to leave ya on a cliffhanger😛

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the russian boy//part fifteen

chapter two

warnings: swearing, stealing, suggestive themes at the end

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part fifteen, chapter two: the little game

leaving the store, my hand in boris's, we all get back in boris's car. the first thing boris always does when he gets in is absolutely blasts the AC. even though it's almost october, the heat in los Vegas is still blazing hot. i sit back in my seat, sweating from the thick sweater and sweatpants i have on. "are we going home how?", i ask to both of the boys. "yep imma make pasta. you haven't lived till you tasted my pasta lucy lu.", theo says proudly. i laugh, he's got store bought noodles. when my dad would cook pasta for us he would always make it from scratch, teaching me how to make it when i was only 11 years old. boris chimes in, "we stop at one more place.", he says as he pulls out of the parking lot, his eyes on the road. "where?", theo and i say at the same time. "how do you say...ah, hardware store, yes?", he asks. i look at theo, he shrugs at me. "why do you need to go to the hardware store.", i ask him curiously. he shrugs, "need rope.", he says nonchalantly. theo chimes in, "why would you need rope boris?", he asks laughing. "like to tie knots.", he says to theo. theo laughs before looking at me and shrugging. i've learned not to question boris about his strange hobby's ever since i saw him dragging an old drum set in his garage, and keep me up all night while he played it loudly. (no he was not good whatsoever and i haven't heard any drum like noises coming from his house since.). boris drives as theo and i snack on the raw pasta, "you know, i could make real pasta when we get home. i think i have some eggs in the fridge and i know i have flour.", i say as i throw a small peice of a noodle into theo's mouth and watch him catch it. "you know how to do that?", he asks crunched down on the noodle. "mhm, i learned a while ago. i'm actually a good cook. believe it or not, i make food other than boxed mac and cheese.", i tell him proudly with a chuckle. we pull into a small shopping center, parking in front of a hardware store. "i'll come back, give me one minute.", boris says as he hops out of the car and jogs towards the store. theo looks back at me smiling, "okay so tell me...have you two actually fucked?", he asks out of nowhere. i nearly choke on my own spit. that was incredibly forward coming from theo. i look back at him, "ok ok you caught me, we haven't yet.", i say holding my hands up playfully in defense. "fuckin knew it!", he exclaims, obviously proud of himself for catching my lie. "i mean i definitely believed you at first, but when you saw the outline of his dick in the store, your mouth dropped down to your damn feet.", he says laughing. "nooooo, was it that noticeable?", i ask chuckling and putting my face in my right hand. "are you kidding? could you not see him smirking after he saw your face?", he asks with a laugh. "ok real talk theo, should i put out? or should i make him wait longer?", i ask him half joking half seriously. he leans back in his seat, his head still turned towards me, "can't answer that for ya lucy lu. if you're asking me if you think he'll leave after you two fuck, i'd say no way. he seems like he really likes you. i mean i should've known sooner you two were a thing from the way he talks about you.", he says to me, snapping his head back forward when he sees boris running towards the car. i wanna ask theo what boris says about me, but i realize i cant right now with boris approaching us so quickly. i think about what he said, that he doesn't think boris will ditch me after we sleep together. the more i think about it the more i agree with him. boris may seem like that kinda guy at first, but i really couldn't imagine him just abandoning me. maybe i'm being vain, but i think i agree with theo; i think he really likes me. boris opens the drivers door, plops himself in and immediately speeds out of the parking lot. "they saw me take!", boris says laughing as he speeds onto the road. immediately theo and i chime in with the laughter. "go go go!", theo yells as boris continues driving. "oh cmon it's just a rope, i doubt they would've carried that much.", i say in between laughs.

"no no lucy you don't understand, he picks up all kinda shit from that store, they chased us out last time.", theo said turning around to look at me. i laugh even harder imagining boris and theo running away as employees chased them. "i don't only take rope.", boris says pulling out 6 packs of spearmint gum. "boris why do you need that much gum!", theo says taking them out of his hands and inspecting them. "i like way it tastes.", boris says chuckling with a shrug. after about two more minutes of driving like a maniac, boris decides it's probably okay to slow down. we get to theo's house not long after. "i thought we were going to lucy's?", theo says looking out the front window of the car. "nie, we need to check on popchyk potter.", boris says opening his door and stepping out of the car. "larry and xandra are gone, yes?", he asks as theo crawls across to the drivers side and steps out of the car carrying the groceries.

"yea pretty sure.", theo replies as he begins walking up the lawn. boris helps me out of the car, "we sleep here tonight?", he asks taking my hand and following theo to the front door. "i can't, moms coming home tonight.", i say as we walk through the front door. popchyk runs up to us and theo scoops him up under his arm, as he makes him way towards the kitchen. even theo's house has the same lay out as mine and boris's. theo's house has far more furniture though, a bookshelf in the living room, a recliner chair, and a decent sized couch. i follow boris into the living room. "so i come over when she sleeps?", boris asks me with a smile as he plops down on the couch, pulling me down on his lap as he does so. i giggle and scoot around to place myself sideways on his lap, my feet hanging over his.

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i turn my head towards him, "can't sleep without me?", i say teasing him. "i get cold and you always warm.", he says with a toothy grin and a shrug. "okay so spaghetti will be done in like thirty minutes.", theo says to us from behind the kitchen counter, "don't worry about me, i don't need help or anything.", i can hear the sarcasm in his voice. as i begin to stand up i feel boris's hands on my hips pulling me back down. "don't worry, i'll be right back, i'm just gonna see what he needs", i say laughing. boris lets out a dramatic sigh as i free myself from his grip and walk into the kitchen. i roll up my sleeves, "alright so what can i do for ya", i say looking around. "start to boil the noodles while i make the sauce, if ya don't mind lucy lu.", he says with a comedic smile. i see a little pot on the counter and fill it up with tap water, turn on the stove, and lay the pot of the hot burner. as i wait for the water to boil i look into the living room and see boris flipping through the tv channels, until he eventually finds some random movie that catches his interest. when the water begins boiling i throw the noodles in and wait about six minutes before taking them out a straining them. i leave them in the strainer and put it on the counter, "need me to do anything else?", i ask theo. "nah, i just gotta let the meat finish cooking before i dump in the sauce and the noodles and let them warm up. i'll be done in like 15, thank ya though lucy lu.", he say turning back around to the stove and cooking the beef. i walk back into the living room and boris extends his arms out.

i plop back down on his lap, sitting in the same position i was before. taking my phone out of my pocket i check the time, 4:58 pm. ok so i'll probably head back home at around nine thirty so that i can be there when mom gets home. "american movies are so confusing, no?", boris says interrupting my thoughts. i turn and study the tv, he's watching toy story. of course he's watching toy story. "boris it's a kids movie of course it's gonna be confusing.", i say giggling. "movie is scary for kids though, no? the toys come to life!", he says pointing at the tv. i laugh, "just don't think too hard about it.", i say pulling his arm down and wrapping it back around me. after about ten more minutes of boris's consent questions about the movie, theo comes in the room with three bowls, carrying them like a server. i try to get up and sit beside boris, but boris pulls me right back down again. "is okay, i put my bowl on the table and eat like that.", he says motioning to the side table theo has beside the couch. "fine, but don't blame me when your struggling to eat.", i say shrugging and grabbing my bowl from theo's hand. boris takes his, placing it on the side table and eating it like he said he would. theo sits on the recliner scarfing his down. we all pretty much eat the pasta in five minutes at the very most. “can we watch a good movie now?”, theo asks as he signals for the remote with his hand. i put my empty bowl on the side table where boris’s empty bowl sits, and toss theo the remote. theo catches it just barely and uses the voice command searching, “scary movies”. “i get us blanket, lucy.”, boris tells me as he moves me off his lap and onto a couch cushion. real quick side track, it’s starting to get dark early as fuck. i mean i guess that’s usual for late september, but how is the sun already setting at 5:18 pm? anyways, moral of this is, i hate scary movies and it’s getting dark outside. well actually, to say i hate scary movies is an exaggeration. i more so hate being scared, but in a way i love scary movies, they usually have really good plots. theo eventually stumbles across a movie called, “the strangers”, which i’ve never seen before. theo says he’s seen it and loves it so i’ll trust him cause usually his taste in anything is good. boris comes back to the couch with a huge blanket and drapes it across both of us as he plops back down on the couch.

i pull the blanket up to my chest while boris scoots me over to him, pulling up my legs and putting them on my lap. “what are we watching?”, he asks as he looks at the opening credits on the screen. theo tells him the name of the movie, to which boris responds, “never see it.”. “yeah cause you only watch whatever shit movies are on cable.”, theo points out. “potter, cable movies are good. have lots of funny things. is good, no?”, boris responds. “boris how can the movies you watch be funny? whenever i come over and your watching something, its either a kids movie or a random documentary. plus you never understand anything that’s going on in them and you ask a million questions.”, theo says looking at boris with raised eyebrows. i chuckle a bit as the boys continue bicker-…wait. what was that. okay so boris’s hand just shifted from resting on my knee to resting on my thigh and squeezing it. i look over to him, but his eyes are now focused on the movie. i see a slight smirk emerge on his face as he catches my stare out of the corner of his eye. i’m sure my face is red as fuck, but luckily the sun is almost completely set, and the living room lights are off. he knows what he’s doing, and im sure he knows it’s working. i look back over at the tv, unable to focus on the movie. all i’m able to focus on his how fucking hot this man is. he’s literally tracing circles on my thigh with his thumb. i’m gonna cave, i know im gonna cave soon. suddenly i have a brilliant idea. i look over at theo, “theo, can i snag some shorts from your room?”, i ask him with a sweet smile. “sure lucy lu, take whatever ya want.”, he says, his eyes not leaving the screen. i pull my legs off of boris and get up from the couch. i begin walking to the stairs, but just as i reach the first step i look back at boris an plant an innocent smile on my face. i catch a glimpse of his wide eyes and crooked smirk before i turn back around and walk up the rest of the steps. this boy is in for a suprise if he thinks i wont spin his little game right back around on him.

A/N: “we love part fifteen😩”, we all say in unison

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the russian boy//part ten

warnings: very very slight smut(aka kissing and hickeys), swearing

small part bc i didn’t have time to right everything i want to for the party part today:)

lowercase intended

will proofread and grammar check tomorrow

part ten: the time(mini part)

once i'm inside i immediately go up to my room to start digging through my boxes to look for something nice i can wear to the party. i open up a box towards the back of my room and find a black sweater, nothing fancy at all, but i can style it. next i find the box my skirts are in and find my short black jean skirt, (yes i wanna look good tonight and show a lil sum sum, sue me.). i i them both out on my bed and dig through my shoe boxes to find something that matches. when i can't find anything i race downstairs and go into my moms room riffling through her boxes. i find a pair of her black converses she used to wear to when she would mange a restaurant in new orleans. i grab them and run back upstairs into my room. now i know that the party isnt till tonight and right now its only 1pm, but im too excited to wait. i try them all on together and start feeling like my old self when i look in the mirror. its been too long since i've been to a party. hell it's been too long since ive dressed in anything other than shorts, sweats, or leggings. my outfit is perfect.

i decide to invite boris over until it’s time to go. i was gonna eat but im too excited to eat honestly. i text him to come over and not even two minutes later he’s tapping on my window. “fuck!”, i jump startled. i look over to my window and see him pointing to it signaling to let him in. i walk over to the window and open it. he climbs in and smiles at me, “already dressed?”, he says eyeing me up and down. “anytime you don’t see my truck in the driveway come through the door. you keep scaring the shit outta me.”, i say to him annoyed. he ignores my words and grabs me by the waist, “you look so fucking good new girl.”, he says smiling at me. i give him a peck on the cheek and twist out of his grip, flinging myself onto my bed. “ughhhhh i don’t wanna wait to go to the partyyy. i’m too excited, the times gonna pass by so fucking slow.”, i say whining. he sits down on my bed and pulls me off my back so that im sitting up with him. “i know way we can pass time.”, he says as he moves my hair out of my face and cups my chin in his hand. i look at him for a long second. i know he expects me to laugh him off and give him the, “not yet we’re taking this slow” speech, but im seriously considering making an exception of this rule for just one day. we’re going to a party tonight where im probably gonna get incredibly drunk and try to makeout with him. why not just do it now. screw it, im gonna suprise the fuck out of him, and screw the rule just for today. i still won’t fuck him or anything yet, but how can making out be so wrong? i wanna rip off his clothes right now, but im willing to compromise with myself, and that’s the important part. “like how?”, i say smiling at him innocently. his face turns a bright red and i can instantly tell he didn’t expect that to be my answer. “like this?”, i ask climbing on top of him, my knees on either side of his legs. as i straddle him i see a wave of shock go through his face. “i-”, he starts to say, but i cut him off my lips contenting with his. he pulls away with a smirk, “so quick to take charge, eh?”, he says almost laughing. i roll my eyes and start to say something cocky but before i can he grabs my legs and flips me around so that im laying flat on my bed. he laughs at my shocked face and crawls on top of me, “this is ok?”, he says smirking at me. i look at him with large eyes and nod my head fast. i put my hands behind his neck, trying to pull him down into a kiss but he doesn’t move. i look at him with puzzlement, “i mark you first.”, he says with a slight evil smirk. “what do you mean- oh fuck.”, i say as he cuts me off and begins sucking on my neck. i hear a muffled giggle from my neck, which i assume is from my reaction, but i don’t care. i tangle my hands in his hair moaning into his ear as he finds my sweet spot. i whine out in surprise we he suddenly disconnects from my neck. he studies the red and purple bruise on my neck with a smile, “look so pretty when bruise is on your neck instead of hands, yes?”, he asks.

this boy is seriously too close to pushing me to fuck him right here right now. i take a deep breath and respond with a weak, “mhm”, as i look at him with large eyes. he chuckles at that, and presses his lips into mine eagerly. the kiss quickly goes from sloppy and fast, to passionate and slow, our tongues dancing around eachothers mouths. he bites my lower lip softly and i moan out a whine. he disconnects with me quickly and i watch his pupils grow as shock runs through his face. “what’s wrong?”, i ask him, scared that i’ve done something wrong. “nothing wrong, i have to stop or i’ll end up fucking you. need to control myself.”, he tells me as he climbs off of me. “the sound you make, i never hear something so beautiful before.”, he says looking over to me with shock still on his face. he leans over to me and gives me a short, yet passionate kiss. i’m surprised he stopped himself. any other man i’ve dated would have ripped off my clothes and not controlled themselves. boris looks at me with a stupid smirk on his face, “don’t look so surprised new girl, i wait until you say is ok for us to go further, ok?”, he says to me. i smile up at him, “okay boris.”, i say scooting closer to him and lay my head on his chest. he examines me neck as i lay on him, “will need to cover if you don’t want potter to see.”, he says running his thumb over the bruise. “unless you’re ready to tell him now.”, he says and i can hear the smirk in his voice. i yawn as i feel his body heat under my cheek through his tshirt. “i’ll cover it up before the party.”, i say, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy. “take nap new girl, will the time go be faster.”, i hear him say as i drift of to sleep.

AN: sorry for the short chapter guys, i wanted to post tonight, but “the party” is still in the works! hope you guys enjoy this tiny bit of smut<33