now that i've calmed down a bit this can go in my

anonymous asked:

Just joining the fandom, been listening to them from the beginning of the year. It's so hard to find their content >.< Could ya help me and post/tag a thread on their profiles? I mean the kinda profile fans have inside jokes with and everything, not their blood types (which is basically all I've been reading because IT'S SO HARD TO FIND THEIR CONTENT).

AHH welcome to the fandom bud!! Hmmm I think I know what you mean? I don’t think I remember seeing many of these so I’ll try and make a little one for you but I’m not sure how good it’ll be,, I don’t know how caught up I am with the fandom really and whatever inside jokes they have sdklnfsdlkfn BUT

Jae (Park Jaehyung):

- born 1992.09.15 !! (oldest member)

- lived first few years of his life in Argentina then in the United States then moved to Korea what a cool guy

- participated in the first season of Kpop Star along with Park Jimin, Lee Hi, Baek Ahyeon, Lee Michelle, Lee Seunghoon (Winner ;;), Yoon Hyunsang etc. and placed 6th!! leading him to join JYP Entertainment 

- had a youtube channel called yellowpostitman when he was a small baby and sang covers on there :’‘)

- hosts asc (after school club) with his pals Jimin and Kevin

- does vocals and guitar in Day6!!

- is called Chicken Little (cause he looks like him like really does it’s wow), Sweg Chicken (he doesn’t even know what this means why’s he called that)

- uses a lot of hashtags like.. calm down my guy

- wanted to have long hair the way JB from Got7 did at one time it was the cutest

- is the designated English speaker in the group and you can watch one of my favourite clips of him speaking English here!! (you feel me? you feel me Brian?) incredible

- can play badminton !!!! and was on Cool Kiz on the Block (?) for that

Sungjin (Park Sungjin):

- born 1993.01.16 (leader!!)

- does vocals and guitar and can also do percussion (I’m not sure the term for the instrument apologies) as you can see in a couple of their radio covers and in this predebut performance as 5live

- needs to let Wonpil live

- says that he’s the most emotional at dawn xdknvfkldnfs

- a legendary dancer

- people used to joke that it was his fault Day6 didn’t go on variety shows because he once went on Hidden Singer with Park Jinyoung (JYP) and was pretty nervous and couldn’t speak very well

- he’s like a dad but is actually a mystery to me???? because somehow he’s simultaneously a lame joke bad pun kind of dad and such a savage so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- has a gorgeous, super distinct voice it’s really amazing one of my favourite voices

- is called Bob because Jae thinks he looks like Bob the Builder which.. I have no words for..

- also has suCH a beautiful laugh,, they all have beautiful laughs though !!

Young K (Brian Kang or Kang Younghyun):

- born 1993.12.19

- stage name is Young K and he always tries to get people to call him that but everyone still calls him Brian

- lived in Canada !!!! my Canadian bro

- when he lived in Canada performed songs on a youtube channel with his pal Terry He !!! (Terry and pals made a cover of Congratulations when Brian debuted you can watch it here ;;)

- when in Canada was also in a band with Terry called KMESS + one called 3rd Degree

- does vocals, rap and bass

- originally played guitar before debuting with Day6 and didn’t get along with Jae (this isn’t the right wording but) when they first trained together because he took his guitar spot and he had to learn bass but they’re great buds now

- told YG to get an attitude (some peeps say that’s not what he actually said but I’m going to believe it forever) you can see here !! truly iconic, legends only

- is studying in University !!!! while still balancing being a part of Day6 what a guy :’‘) he works very hard

- Did a song with Baek Ahyeon called Shouldn’t Have and here you can watch the cutest performance of it in the whole world look at his dancing and them smiliNG at each other if you ever need to be cheered up watch this 

- also watch this with him and Jae !! the best thing? in the whole world? another iconic moment

Wonpil (Kim Wonpil):

- born 1994.04.28

- is the most emotional member according to Sungjin

- does vocals, keyboard and synthesizer !!

this is what he looked like predebut sdfsklnfsk

(a shark angel?)

- they always give him trash for his pink sweater (especially Jae)

(idk what they’re talking about he looks like an angel)

- the sweetest cutest person in the whole world his nickname is Pirimili is that doesn’t prove it to you I don’t know what to say

- likes to snuggle and sometimes goes to Brian’s room dlknfskldnfl really an angel

- he’s also really funny and is almost as legendary of a dancer as Sungjin as you can see here

- also has a super distinct voice !!

- when Day6 need aegyo he’s the one they turn to

Dowoon (Yoon Dowoon):

- born 1995.08.25

- plays the drums !! (also sometimes sings a little tiny bit I hope we can hear more in the future his voice is lovely)

- is very shy especially when they first debuted

- when they first debuted he always had to practice speaking neutrally because he naturally speaks in dialect

- Brian loves him so much he loves making him sit on his lap they’re so cute sldknfskl

- everyone loves him so much really

- I don’t know I don’t have that much info on him really but he’s the most precious in the whole world

Some general things about Day6:

- were originally a 5 member band called 5live and became Day6 when Dowoon joined

- had a past member named Junhyeok who did vocals and the keyboard who left on February 27th, 2016 (I cried)

- good pals with Got7

- do a LOT of covers both in English and Korean on the radio !!

- are very frequent radio guests especially on Kiss the Radio

- are really a true band they’re incredibly talented and hard working and deserve all of the love in the world

SO that’s all I have for now? Everyone please feel free to correct anything I might have gotten wrong and add things that I missed !!

Additionally:

Here is a list of many of their radio covers made by @softwoc !!

And some good Day6 blogs off of the top of my head are @fyeahdaysix (+ all of the fyeah blogs) @theday6 @brianskangs @bryankang @youngk @jaechicken @wonpilimiri @its-youngk their content should be able to help you get into Day6 !!

I’ll try to add on anything I missed and I hope that you continue to enjoy and support Day6′s music :’‘)

🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Record Player: HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
The Chamber of Secrets, a summary
  • Dobby: Harry Potter must not go to Hogwarts!
  • Harry: The fuck are you Hogwarts4lyfe
  • Dobby: *Pudding crashes and burns worse than Snape's love life*
  • Uncle Vernon: HARRY DIDJA PUT YER NAME IN THE GOBLET AHV FYA- I mean *clears throat* NO FOOD FOR YOU BITCH WELCOME TO CONCENTRATION CAMP DURSLEY
  • Harry: fuck
  • Ron: *mass breakout*
  • Vernon: *falls out window*
  • Fred'n'George: sup
  • Mrs. Weasley: BoYs YaLl DoNe It NoW GeT yo SoRrY AsSeS oVeR HeRe- except you Harry nothing's ever your fault an btw thanks for almost getting my son killed last year
  • Ginny: *highkey stalker*
  • Floo powder: lol you thought things would go right in your life
  • Draco: *exists*
  • Harry: He'S FuCkInG Up tO SoMeThInG
  • Hagrid: *saves Harry from being raped*
  • Hermione: sup
  • Lockhart: OMG IT'S HARRY POTTER HERE TO BOOST MY HALLWAY CRED- I mean- *coughs* you have a few fans yourself, I hear- HERETAKEMYBOOKSTAKETHEMALL
  • Lucius: *is an ass*
  • Aurthur: *fights a bitch*
  • Lucius: *here have this book it's pretty and talks to you but be careful it may possess you*
  • Platform 9 3/4: *is an ass*
  • Ron: Let's just take the flying car illegally instead of just owling Hogwarts or waiting for my parents
  • Harry: k
  • Car: *eighties action music*
  • Harry: can you hear that?
  • Ron: we must be getting close!
  • Harry: hold on-
  • *music grows louder*
  • Hogwarts express with Thomas face on it: DUN DUN DUN DUUN DUN DUN, DUUUUN
  • Car: *crashes*
  • Tree: *is an ass*
  • McGonagall: Idfc just go away here have a sandwich
  • Hermione: sup
  • Shit: hello friends
  • Wall: ThE ChAmBeR Of SeCreTS HaS BeEN OPenEd EnEmIeS oF The HeiR BeWArE
  • Mrs. Norris: hanging by noose from ceiling
  • Harry Ron and Hermione: *are there*
  • Filch: Y'all killed my cat IMMA KILL YA
  • Dumbledore: Bruh you accusing the great Harry Potter?!? If it was anyone else I wouldn't care but since it's Harry SHUT UP
  • Malfoy: *is a slithery Slytherin*
  • Harry: He's the heir
  • Hermione: *starts making potion*
  • Myrtle: *moans*
  • Colin: *takes pictures of Harry*
  • Harry: ew fuck stop
  • Lockhart: StOp YoU cAn'T bE MoRe PopUlAr thAn mE- I mean *coughs* it's unwise to hand out pictures until you're as famous as me
  • Harry: *gets detention* *is worse than Umbridge's blood quill* *hears hissing* *doesn't suspect it could be a snake which is the animal that hisses*
  • Hermione and Ron: sup
  • Harry: can you hear that
  • Ron and Hermione: wtf no you must be insane
  • Harry: lol tru
  • Lockhart: *has dueling club*
  • Snape: *kicks his ass with the disarming spell*
  • Lockhart: totally meant for that to happen now give me a moment while I restart my heart
  • Hermione: *is killed by Millicent but somehow manages to get a hair*
  • Snape: Harry fight Draco
  • Harry and Draco: *fight*
  • Draco: *snakeness intensifies*
  • Harry: (to snake) bruh calm down mate
  • Snake: k
  • Snape: *kills snake*
  • Ernie: Bruh you tryina kill me
  • Harry: lol no but I should asshole
  • Ron: Harry why didn't you tell me you had a completely dead ability when you didn't even know it existed or that it was rare
  • Harry: idk snakes are cool
  • Person: *petrified*
  • Teachers: maybe we should give a shit
  • Dumbledore: lol nope
  • Quidditch: *happens*
  • Draco: training for the ballet, Potter?
  • Harry: *trains for ballet* *breaks arm*
  • Lockhart: OMG GET OUT OF MY WAY I HAVE TI HEAL HARRY IT WILL BOST MY READERSHIP I mean *coughs* I've done this a thousand times
  • Harry's Arm: *is bendy*
  • Harry: *goes to infirmary* *hears extremely important information*
  • Polyjuice: *happens*
  • Draco: blah blah blah mud blood blah blah blah poor blah blah blah whydoesntpotterloveme
  • Draco: *isnt heir*
  • Harry and Ron: well shit *get the hell outta doge*
  • Hermione: *is cat*
  • Harry: *finds moist book in a girl's bathroom* Imma take this
  • Harry: *ignores more murderous hissing*
  • Diary: hello friend no more sadness today
  • Harry: seems legit
  • Diary: here look at this memory I'm Tom Riddle
  • Harry: k
  • Memory: *happens*
  • Harry: boi why da fk you lyin
  • Hagrid: *is taken to Azkaban because we needed to introduce it for the next book*
  • Harry and Ron: *follow spiders*
  • Spider dude: We do not speak the name of the giant snake in your pipes now excuse me while my children murder you
  • Car: *is real hero of the story*
  • Hermione: *is petrified*
  • Harry and Ron: Shit
  • Hermione: *has clue casually hidden in her hand but takes weeks to find*
  • Harry: ohh it's a Basilisk dats why I can hear it
  • Ginny: *is taken*
  • Professors: *finally give a shit*
  • Lockhart: lol nope
  • Harry: lol yup
  • Myrtle: yah that sink with the snake on it. I mean, it would've been helpful to tell you about it before but whatever have fun
  • Harry: k thx
  • Myrtle: Harry when you die you should stay in here and fuck me
  • Ron: bye bitch
  • Harry: *hisses*
  • Draco: *in dungeons* *gets boner*
  • Chamber: *is opened*
  • Lockhart: I LOVE YOU HARRY! I mean- *coughs* say goodbye to your memories imma just take credit for your stories like I did for erryone else
  • *uses Ron's broken wand* *hits himself* *cavern collapses conveniently blocking Ron and Douchehart on one side and Harry on the other*
  • Ron: lol rip
  • Harry: k bye
  • Ginny: *is almost dead*
  • Harry: shit
  • Tom: *is hot* *appears menacingly*
  • Harry: sup Tom wanna help
  • Tom: lol nope *takes Harry's wand*
  • Harry: Bruh give me my wand
  • Tom: Snakey go kill this twelve year old
  • Harry: *runs*
  • Snake: *is blinded by random phoenix*
  • Harry: *stabs snake with magic sword* *gets bit* *stabs book*
  • Ginny: sup omg Harry that look like it hurts
  • Harry: *gives speech*
  • Fawkes: *cries*
  • Harry: yay I'm healed
  • Fawkes: gets them past all the boulders magically
  • All: *are free*
  • Dobby: *socks are lyfe*
  • Harry: *roast*
  • Credits: *roll*
up on heaven’s boulevard

wordcount: 1965

summary: a meditation on nail polish, set march 2017.

genre: kind of thoughtful, mostly sweet.

warnings: nothing beyond mild language.

a/n: i wrote this a couple of weeks ago, and then my boy dan took a selfie and captioned it “post the nail polish fic. it’s time.” happy easter, too. (title from stars by grace potter & the nocturnals)

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momiji-the-bunny  asked:

Can you do the reactions of the RFA + V to MC having a major panic attack? Sorry if it's of any bother, I've just been having a lot of panic attacks as of late and think this would help immensely. Thanks in advance!

(๑ˊ▵ॢˋ̥๑) Take care of yourself, dear! Panic attacks are hard. At my old job I used to struggle with them constantly, so I know how it is. Just be sure to breathe and do what is best for you, and don’t be afraid to ask for help!


Zen

- It was really uncomfortable being with him in public at times.

- Mostly it was dates, but occasionally when you went to go see his plays, his fans were a bit troublesome

- Some knew you, others didn’t, and even if they didn’t even interact with you much, you still felt yourself on high alert and struggling to enjoy his plays

- He was a great actor! But it was just so damn difficult sometimes.

- But you Refused to break down in public. So you barely managed to keep yourself together- Shaking, nails digging into your skin, nerves ready to scream if some one so much as looked at you funny

- It was easy to tell you didn’t feel that great, but you kept the ruse up enough that people didn’t question it.

- When he took you back to his apartment however, that’s when it all just crashed down

- Tears flooded your eyes and you shook violently, wanting to curse at yourself for not being able to at least make it into the bathroom before you broke

- Zen fucking Panicked. He was on you in a flash, carefully holding your arms and keeping you standing

- “Babe? Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

- You couldn’t talk, you felt like your chest was on fire. Instead you just gripped his arms back as strongly as you could muster, but it was still a weak grip.

- He followed you onto the floor, gently pulling you too him as you struggled to breathe, tears soaking his shirt.

- “Shh, babe, I’m right here, I’m right here. Just…Let it out, cry for a bit, and then you can tell me what’s wrong, okay? You’re not hurting right?”

- Your chest was screaming, but you shook your head no.

- It took a while for you to be able to talk right. When you could finally speak, your voice came out almost cracked

- “I’m, I’m sorry. Panic attack.”

- He just nodded, and rocked you back and forth a bit.

- He’d want you to eventually tell him what caused it, so he could help you more in the future, but right now he just wanted to calm you down.

Yoosung

- He looked up to you so much, putting this lovable but nearly impossible weight on your shoulders

- He loved you. He was trying his damn best not to compare you to Rika, but the weight still held you down.

- One night a guest rejected your email, and you felt ashamed. I mean, the stuff they asked should had been easy for you to answer! But you managed to fuck it all up, like normal.

- You debated on how to react. Your whole mind was screaming against you, telling you to throw your phone and scream, but your body was as still as stone.

- You saw Yoosung peer over at you, and then frown as you didn’t respond to his wave

- God, he was just going to berate you. Get that sad little smile as you search his eyes for the words he won’t push out

- “Almost like Rika, but not enough. Shame.”

- Tears prickled at your eyes, and Yoosung immediately was kneeling down to look you in the eyes, your body refusing to move from your position on his bed

- “Hey, mc? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

- You could only close your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. You weren’t ready for this, you weren’t ready to face the fact that you weren’t good enough for someone again

- But those words never left his mouth

- Instead he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and holding you as tightly as he could without hurting you

- He let your tears fall, just offering a few shhs as you tried to talk. But he never said anything negative. Nothing.

- He refused to compare you to her ever again. Especially if just the idea of him doing so set you like this

- Once you could move, once you could talk without it being a stuttering mess, he would calmly ask you what happened. Did someone get hurt? Were you hurt?

- When you showed him the email, he scoffed and just kissed your forehead

- “Mc, it’s fine. One guest reject won’t harm us. Even if just one person came, we would consider that an amazing outcome, okay?”

- You nodded, unsure of the validity of his words, but you decided to take what you could get

- He continued to baby you a bit that day, and even though you felt a bit embarrassed, it felt so comforting to know you were loved.

Jumin

- Every party you went to with him you managed to mess up.

- Stuttering constantly. Stepping on someone’s dress. Botching the pronunciation of a weird menu item.

- They never laughed outloud, or complained, but you could feel the white hot stares they bore into you, crawling up your spine, stabbing each of your ribs.

- You had your panic medication, but you refused to take that in front of any one. You needed to prove to yourself you could last just one dinner. Just one, god please just one

- And you were so far

- Until you spilled red wine all over the white tablecloth.

- The other woman let out a yelp, trying to stop her dress from being stained. She saved hers, while your dress took the brunt of it. The men didn’t offer much of a reaction, Jumin acting quickly and waving a waiter over before the wine could ruin too much,

- But you couldn’t breathe. Those familiar awful feelings were springing up on you, and. And did that man just make fun of you? But it was just- You just couldn’t-

- “I have to go to the restroom.” You sprang out of your seat and booked it.

- It wasn’t far off, but you dashed like someone was about to murder you. You slammed into the woman’s room, shakily shoving your purse on the counter as your hands searched for your meds

- Just two. Two would be enough. You had a few sips of wine, the wine would react to it, and your meds would speed up faster than they normally do.

- But suddenly someone else came in, and you were shaking so harshly your pill bottle was rattling.

- “Mc? Are you alright?”

- Jumin’s hands were on yours in an instant, stopping the pills from moving, holding your hands tight. You tried stumbling out a sentence. He couldn’t be in here, this was-

- “Shh. You were unwell. It’s fine, nothing bad will happen.”

- He takes the bottle from your hands and you want to scream as he reads the label. 

- But, he just pops out two of the pills for you, holds them to your mouth.

- You numbly open your lips, allowing him to place the pills in your mouth. If this was any other moment, you’d feel shame and slap his hand away, but you needed these so badly, and you couldn’t stop shaking

- His worried expression softened when you took them, rubbing them against the bottom of your tongue. After placing the cap back on the bottle, he shoved it in your purse before pulling you tight against him.

- “I know you feel bad about these accidents, but trust me, mc, I’ve seen much worse. No one is judging you. They’ve been in your shoes before.”

- God, you just wanted to melt against him, to just sob out your stress, but you couldn’t. Not right here, even as your eyes watered, not right here

- He kissed your forehead, calling Driver Kim to come pick the both of you up. You tried to stop him, but he shook his head curtly. This wasn’t going to be discussed.

- Once the two fo you went home, he pulled you into bed with him, tucking the covers around any free side of you and holding you tight. He knew you loved cuddling, and if it helped, he would cuddle you all night

Jaehee

- A loud crash shattered against the cafe, you instantly dropping the plastic platter to cover your face

- This was the fourth time this month you had ruined a few cups. This time you even managed a saucer.

- You didn’t want to remove your hands. You could hear snickering, you knew you could, and you could feel your eyes well up

- They couldn’t see you like this

- But you couldn’t move

- You numbly heard Jaehee’s voice for a bit, sounding over the ringing through your head, through your ears, and you blankly followed as an arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you away from the mess

- After walking for a bit, calm but firm hands pulled yours away from your face

- Jaehee’s soft and worried face came into view, and as she saw the tears streaking your cheeks she instantly brought a tissue to your face, dabbing carefully

- “I-I-I’m so sorryIjustcouldn’t-”

-” Shhhh, shh shh, mc. It’s alright. It’s okay. Those were very cheap cups, don’t worry.”

- “B-but-”

- “Shush.” It was firm, but quiet. She sat you down at the table in the back room were the two of you were, silently getting a cup of hot water and a tea bag.

- She sat in front of you, steeping the tea a bit, then adding honey before sliding it closer to you.

- “It’s hot, but drink it. It’ll calm you down.”

- You shakily reached for it, almost wanting to dump the whole thing on you because you felt as though you deserved it. but…That’d just be another mess for Jaehee.”

- She watched you drink it, placing her hand over your free one when you could hold the cup with just one hand. Her thumb rhythmically rubbed a circle on the back of your hand, and she even started humming a bit.

- Soon, the quiet but warm setting of the room calmed your thumping heart, and you were able to breathe normally.

- When you finished the tea, she sat up and cupped your face in both hands, kissing your lips.

- “I love you, mc.”

- “I love you too.”

Seven

- Admittedly, you were so scared the moment he mentioned all the people that could come after him.

- At first you dismissed it, then you tried too later when the ‘hacker’ ordeal was over, but it kicked into full swing one night when the security system went off one day.

- It was all fine, just the system freaking out over a toy that had started up at 4 am rather than at 4 pm. Nothing that he couldn’t fix

- But you were on the floor of the bedroom by the time he came back from checking on it- Choking on your sobs as you held your knees to your chest

- He instantly dropped to the floor, sliding over to you and grabbing your cheeks, trying to get you to look at him.

- “Hey, hey, Mc, oh god, are you hurt? Are you okay?”

- “S-S-Someones after you-”

- “No, no honey, no they’re not, It was just a toy, I promise, I checked everything, It was just a toy.”

- “bb-bbut-”

- “No no, shhh, shh, oh god I’m so sorry.”

- He held you to him, rocking you back and forth as he repeatedly told you step by step of what had happened. Explaining all the little details he did to absolutely make sure no one was after him.

- After ten minutes like this, your death-like grip on his shirt loosened, and he pulled back a bit.

- You were breathing almost normally, tears dripping slower, and he just kissed them all away.

- It was difficult, but he managed to pull you up and get you back onto the bed, where he instantly wrapped the both of you up tightly in the big fluffy blanket he had.

- He spent the night muttering loving things to you until you could fall asleep, so happy to be able to calm you down that much.

V

- V was one of the calmest people you had met

- He was so sweet, so caring, so soft spoken

- But one day you accidentally knocked over a plant of his- Completely ruining it and it’s pot.

- The both of you bent down to clean the shards up, but with a hiss he accidentally had cut his hand

- At the sight of blood you lost it

- You managed to hurt him, just like Rika had

- You managed to cause him pain, something you never ever wanted to do in your life time

- He didn’t deserve it anymore, he didn’t

- It took you a while to focus back on reality. Honestly, just thirty seconds, but you felt trapped in your mind for much longer than that.

- With his free hand he cupped your cheek, pressing his thumb against your lips

- “Shh, you didn’t hurt me. It was an accident. When she did it, it wasn’t an accident.”

- Oh god you were talking outloud. Oh my god. You started shaking, but he hushed you again.

- “Mc, shh. Focus, focus. There’s a towel in the kitchen. Get that for me, please.”

- You scrambled to your legs, nearly knocking oer a kitchen chair as you grabbed the towel.

- The whole time he dabbed at his hand, you felt your head point and static ring in your ears- And you swore you could feel static rubbing against your brain.

- His lips were moving,and it was so damn hard for you to focus at first

- “Mc? Look, it’s a very small cut, not deep at all. It won’t even leave a scar, okay?”

- Once the blood was wiped off, it…It really did look small.

- You started breathing a bit easier, your breath hitching a bit, as he pushed the broken pieces of the pot aside and carefully led you to the couch

- He held you against him, peppering your forehead and head with kisses, repeating over and over how it was just an accident.

- It would take a while for you to calm down, but when you did, he gave you such a warm, sweet, small smile

- “Mc, you are the greatest person to ever grace me. I promise, you could never hurt me like that. I love you, okay?”

- “Okay.”

Saeran

- You woke up already in a panic, lingering memories running down your spine

- You already couldn’t breathe. You were trying to suck in enough air but it wasn’t helping

- With constantly shaking hands, you reached out to Saeran, who was laying on his back and deep asleep

- You shook him, one…Two…Three times. He didn’t wake up yet, and you were freaking out so bad you had already started crying

- You gave him a harsher shake, and he groaned and finally blinked a bit. Rubbing his eye he turned to look at you, then froze.

- “I-I I can’t think right I can’t stop shaaking-”

- Without any prompting, he instantly pulled you to him, burying your face in his chest as he just wrapped his arms around you.

- He held your head against him, just trying to make you feel safer and stop shaking. It took a while, but eventually your body stopped trembling so harshly

- “Mc, what happened?”

- “B-Bad dream. Bad bad dream.”

- He didn’t laugh, he didn’t make fun of you. He kissed your head and started rubbing your back, repeating “You’re okay” over and over, until his warmth and voice was all you could focus on.

- He didn’t stop until he knew you were asleep. He pulled away a bit, situating the two of you into a much comfortable position, before kissing your head and going back to sleep with you firmly in his arms.

A Little Bit of Cinnamon (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You’re the source of Lin’s inspiration.

Word Count: 1,190

Warnings: Probably some In The Heights inaccuracies, actually just overall inaccuracies - give me a break bahaha

A/N: If you think I am above writing you as pre-ITH Lin’s muse you are sorely mistaken. Happy InTheHeightsaversary!
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“You’re late.” Lin commented as you dropped your stuff onto the seat of the booth. You slipped off your coat, tossing it next to your bag before slipping on the seat.

“I know, I know. The train it- what does it matter? You were late on Tuesday.” you accused and Lin’s eyes flickered over his laptop accompanied by an amused smirk.

“I ordered your coffee, I assumed you wanted the same as always.” he slid the cup towards you and you took a sip.

“You haven’t even been here long. My coffee’s still hot.” you scoffed and he chuckled.

“It’s true, but the fact I got here before you is a fact that needs to be acknowledged.”

“At least you got my coffee right.” you rolled your eyes as you took another drink.

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Confident

Some um, dancest. sorry. I wrote it for that phan kink meme but it was TOO LONG to post there.

2009!danx2017!danx2017!phil


They didn’t know how it happened. One moment Dan was in the kitchen grabbing a glass of ribena while Phil was sat waiting for him with their show paused in the lounge, and the next thing Dan knew he was dropping, spilling his drink, and standing in shock as the glass shattered to pieces.

“Dan?” Phil had called worriedly, making his way into the kitchen and then stopping when he saw someone else standing in front of a wide-eyed Dan. “Who’s this?”

“It’s–me?” Dan said, although it sounded more like a question.

Standing in front of him, a younger, more smaller version of Dan stood still, the same expression of shock on his face. The younger-Dan’s hands were clenched tightly shut, lips open just slightly, cheeks worryingly white.

“What the hell do you mean, it’s you?” Phil asked confusedly, eyes squinted as he walked around the short lad to see a very young Dan looking as terrified as ever. Phil gasped, his hands coming up to cover his mouth, and for a few seconds no one said anything as Phil looked at Dan and then the younger-Dan repeatedly. “This can’t be real.” He said, hand going out to softly touch younger-Dan’s shoulder. “Holy–”

“Shit.” Dan finished, cheeks flushed at the way his younger-self was looking him up and down. Dan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He had to do something. “Um, hi?”

Younger-Dan’s head shot up and he and Dan made direct eye contact. “Hi.” He spoke, the first word since he got here somehow.

“Wow, okay. Why don’t you guys go into the lounge, or something, and I’ll clean up this mess.” Phil said, walking back to grab a broom.

“Yeah, it’s just that way,” Dan pointed, “I need to talk to Phil for a sec.”

“Okay.” Younger-Dan said quietly, turning around and quickly walking out of the kitchen.

“Holy hell.” Dan breathed, slumping back into the counter. “What the actual fuck is happening?”

“It seems to me that there was some type of time warp, eh?” Phil nudged him with his elbow. Dan shot him a deadpan look.

“Now is not the time for jokes.” Dan said.

“What I mean is that maybe there’s some, I don’t know, unfinished business? He did look a little sad and red-eyed, and unless you have something to tell me about your past with weed, then, well, I think he needs you.” Phil explained, cleaning up the glass of spilled ribena. “Or, you need him, or you both need each other, who knows?”

“That, actually makes sense, Phil, wow, how’d you figure that one out?” Dan asked, his brows unfurowing.

“The X-Files.”

Dan sighed. “I highly doubt there was an episode about this.”

“So…” Phil started awkwardly. “How are you, Dan?” He asked, directing his question at the younger-Dan.

“I’m fine. Are we in a relationship?” Younger-Dan asked, the question seemingly catching him and Phil off guard.

Dan face-palmed. Of course he would ask that, he was basically obsessed with ‘AmazingPhil’.

“Uh, I feel like if I give you information that will, like, disrupt the laws of the universe, but, yeah we are.” Phil said happily, looking over to a blushing Dan.

“That’s, that’s amazing. How’d we manage to do that?” Younger-Dan asked to his older-self, genuine curiosity written over his face.

“I mean, c'mon, how could he not want this, or that?” Dan said, gesturing to himself and then to his younger self.

“Well, I’m not much of anything.” Younger-Dan said quietly.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Dan and Phil, who were sat on the couch together, looked at each other sadly. Younger-Dan sat alone on another chair.

Phil got up, after having a silent conversation with Dan, and said he’d be back shortly.

“I’m telling you… uh, Dan, you’re seriously so important. More important than anything, I wouldn’t be here without you, ever think about that? I’m here living with the guy of my, our dreams, in London and I was there, right where you are. It gets good, Dan, trust me.” Dan said, quietly gesturing for his younger-self to come and sit by him.

“But what about uni? What about what everyone thinks about me and Phil? They’re always asking questions and they judge so much! I’m–I’m scared, Dan.” Younger-Dan confessed. “I’m not confident and I’m not–I’m not you.”

“But you will be,” Dan said strongly, using his fingers to pull his younger-self’s chin up, the two Dans looking into each other’s eyes. “You’ll be here, it’s literally set in stone.”

“Is it, though? What if I’m here to see what I’m going to be missing out on? I’ll never look like you, I’ll never have Phil, I’ll never–mmph!” His younger-self was interrupted by Dan kissing him. He didn’t know why he did it, he didn’t know if it would help anything, but the small boy in his hands sunk into Dan, letting out a small breathy whine.

“You’re so much more, Dan. Fuck, I didnt know I was this pliant, it’s hot.” Dan mumbled against the younger’s lips. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to do this; at least once in their lives, everyone thinks about kissing themselves.

It’s weird, but in a good way. He’s still so soft, the younger’s body, though skinny, was still rounded and smooth. Of course now, Dan had way more curves and had grown so much taller than his (about) eighteen-year-old self. Dan groaned when the younger opened his mouth into the kiss, Dan swallowing his breath and licking into the boy’s mouth and caressing his tongue with his own.

Dan’s younger-self crawled into his lap and they kissed, and it was good, and then when Dan is maybe more turned on then he should be, Phil comes into the room, coughs, and then puts his hands on his hips when Dan starts sliding his hands up the younger’s shirt.

“Um, Dan?”

Dan opened his eyes, the both of them did, and they looked at Phil surprisedly. The younger-Dan’s fingers were deeply delved into Dan’s curls and Dan’s got a few of his fingers down the back of his younger’s pants and his other hand was up the back of his shirt. It’s all a sight to Phil, having had both of these versions. He laughed, a big, long, maybe a little crazy laugh, and the two Dan’s blush profusely, almost simultaneously.

“What?” They both said, seemingly not bothered by it at all.

“Nothing, nothing, really. I just sorta of, maybe, kinda, hoped this would happen. But it’s no big deal, you two carry on, I’ll be in my room.” Phil said, waving a dismissive hand. Then, “Use a condom,” Phil called down the hallway. “Or not!”

Dan groaned, dropping his head into the younger’s shoulder. “I told you, seriously, Phil is, well, he’s a wonderful guy.”

“And he, doesn’t mind if we…um?” Younger-Dan asked, his cheeks flushed. Dan laughed loudly, his hands pulling the other closer by his hips.

“I mean, it’s basically just doing it by myself, right? Phil wouldn’t care, but only if we add him in later for a little ménage à trois. If you want to, that is. Phil’s a big person on consent.”

“Really lucked out then, huh?” His younger self said, slowly coming closer to Dan.

Dan smirked. “We definitely did.” Dan said, and then he leaned into the younger’s ear. “Big cock, too.” He sat back and watched his younger-self close his eyes and shiver.

“I’m, a bit nervous, actually.” Younger-Dan said, opening his eyes a bit.

“Have you and Phil not–” The younger shook his head quickly.

“We’re still Skype calling, but I’m supposed to meet him soon. I was having a bit of a, I don’t know, body crisis?”

“What d'you mean?” Dan asked, his fingers tapping a out rhythm on the younger’s hips.

“I’m feeling insecure about seeing him. I literally can’t stop freaking out when Phil’s in the room here, I mean you two live together and I… I haven’t even met him yet. He’s really beautiful.” Younger-Dan said, starstruck.

“Ah, I’ve been there. It’s okay, Dan, really, you’re beautiful too. Phil thinks the same about you.”

The younger shook his head again. “No, I look nothing like you do. Phil will think I’m weird, I’m not beautiful.”

Dan looked into his own brown eyes. They were a bit dull, there was no gold flecks and there was small bags underneath them. “You’re insanely gorgeous.” He said to himself. He didn’t think he was being narcissistic, he was just building himself up. He remembered how insecure he was, he remembered the way no one told him he was pretty or attractive or meaningful until Phil. Maybe his life would’ve been better if he had loved himself before Phil came along and helped him learn to bring himself up and not down.

Dan would teach himself how to be confident, to see that he’s beautiful now, and he’ll be beautiful later and that, no matter what, Dan was beautiful all the time. Dan leaned in slowly to kiss himself, he was small and his hair was long and straight, he was short and skinny, and for some reason Dan realized what complete opposites they were.

“Let’s go to the bed.” He whispered against his younger-self’s lips, who nodded shyly, and got off of Dan’s lap; poorly hiding the fact that he was hard in his extra tight jeans.

Dan lead them to his room, walking past Phil’s, and he tried to ignore the smirk Phil had shot his way. Who cared if he wanted to fuck himself? It was for a good reason! Plus, Dan was a mega twink before he acquired confidence. He wanted to see what all the rave was about.

“And you’re sure Phil won’t be mad? I mean like it’s basically cheating and stuff and I’d rather stay with Phil for as long as I can–oh.” Dan had crowded his younger-self against his closed bedroom door with a smirk.

“Yeah, he’s extra okay with it, aren’t ya, Phil!” He called out. There was a loud bang heard and then Phil was grumbling.

“Oh my God, Phil’s a fucking nerd!” His younger-self said, giggling. Dan admired his young face looking so happy. Phil always seemed to do that.

After the Dans calmed down, Dan put his arms up right beside the younger’s head. He licked his lips and watched as the other’s eyes widened the tiniest bit, and then they blew wide as Dan dropped to his knees in front of him.

“That’s—fuck.” Dan was already unbuttoning the younger’s jeans, digging his fingers into the the top of the fabric and pulling them down slowly, taking his boxers with. “Dan.”

Dan shot his eyes up, looking into younger-Dan’s eyes. “Are you okay, we don’t have to do this, like I’m not about to force you or anything, that’d be traumatic.”

“No, it’s just, I’m–just not really attractive when I’m naked. I know you’re basically me, but it’s still uncomfortable.”

“Just wait until your dick’s in my mouth, you’ll be thinking something completely different.” Dan said, continuing to take the pants off. He tried not to feel offended that someone was calling his body unattractive, he had to remember it was himself just feeling insecure. Fuck, Dan’s gonna need a drink after this fiasco, his mind was fried.

Once his pants were off, Dan ran his hands up the younger’s thighs, stopping at his hips. When he dug his thumbs into the bones there, he watched the cock in front of his face twitch and smirked, he knew his body more than anyone, he could make this fantastic for his younger-self.

He watched the boy keep his hands by his sides, not knowing what to do, so Dan said: “Pull my hair when I suck you, you know I love that shit.” and he took a hand to wrap it around younger-Dan’s cock and licked the tip, smiling when he wrapped his hands in Dan’s hair immediately, letting out a soft moan. “That’s it, Dan.”

“Fuck this is messing with my head so much, mmmh.” Younger-Dan threw his head back against the door, Dan put his cock in his mouth and sucked and licked all around him, not caring about teasing, he was sucking his own dick! He wasn’t about to tease himself, he wanted to make this Dan cum his brains out.

Dan slid his head onto the younger’s cock more and more, holding his hips back with firm hands. He then brought his lips all the way to the base, his nose rested in a very small patch of hair, and he swallowed.

“Fuck!” He shouted, the younger’s hand softly pushing Dan’s hair back profusely, the other wrapped tightly around the back of Dan’s neck. “Did Phil teach you this?” His younger self said hotly, breathlessly.

Dan shuddered, they way his younger-self said those words shot straight down to his (very) hard dick. He sucked some more on his cock and as he pulled off, tongued the slit and tasted precum as the the other moaned aloud.

“Phil’s taught me so, so much.” He breathed as he stood up, kissing the younger hard and rough, nipping at his lips when he pulled away. “Fuck, I–you look good like this.” He looked at his pink cheeks and his now red-kissed and bitten lips. He looked down at the bare, wet cock between them and felt his own cock pulse in it’s confines. He grabbed the younger’s hand and slowly walked backward to the bed, staring straight into his eyes. When the bed hit the back of his legs, he sat, pulling his younger-self into his lap. “How do you wanna do this?” He purred in the other’s ear.

“I don’t really know. Just wanna cum.” Younger-Dan said, all wide-eyed and open mouthed, skin flushed. Dan thought back to every single time he had said that to Phil and he blushed himself. “Sorry, too forward?”

“No, seriously ask for anything, I’m here to fulfill my own fantasies.”

“Um, is it bigger?” The younger asked shyly.

“Is what bigger?”

Younger-Dan leaned his head onto Dan’s shoulder in exasperation. “You’re literally an idiot.”

“Well I do– oh. You mean my dick.” Dan threw his head back and laughed. “I am an idiot.”

“Well?”

“Yeah, yeah, just a bit in length but a lot in girth.” Dan said, the topic not bothering him at all, but his younger-self seemed like he was about to explode.

“Good.”

There was a pause and then Dan laughed again.

“This doesn’t have to be awkward, if you wanna get fucked then just say so.” Dan told himself. From Phil’s room, a loud laugh echoed around the house. “Oh, fuck off, Phil, you were worst when you wanted to be fucked!”

“You actually topped him?”

“Yeah, we switch every now and again. He loves being eaten out.” Dan answered, and if Phil were still listening he knew he’d have a serious blush on his pale cheeks. “So, if you want my cock, just say so.”

“I want your cock.”

Dan blushed. “Yeah, ahem, okay.” He cleared his threat and then became serious, pulling the younger closer to him so he could whisper in his ear. “But you have to ride me.” He purred. He needed to be able to get his confidence up and if Dan remembers correctly, when he rode Phil for the first time, he had lost control and let loose, figuring out that he loved to ride Phil, very much.

Younger-Dan nodded hesitantly, playing with the end of Dan’s shirt. “Get undressed now, yeah?” He asked, and Dan nodded. The younger took off Dan’s shirt, the first show of confidence, and Dan smiled at him encouragingly.

“Get the lube from that drawer right there, okay?” Dan asked, gesturing to the right. The other got up, pulling his shirt down to try and cover his bare bottom. He grabbed the lube and shyly spread his legs to get back on Dan’s lap.

“God, I can’t believe I’m literally going to fuck myself.”

Dan laughed, taking the lube and putting it on three of his fingers. “I’ll make it good, but tell me if something feels wrong and we’ll change it or stop, okay, just say stop or punch me in the face.” The younger nodded and braced himself as Dan moved his hands behind the smaller boy, going to his arse. “You’ve fingered yourself plenty of times by now, you know how it goes.” He comforted after noting the way his younger-self had tensed up. “Just relax.”

He felt the younger sink into him and he rubbed at his entrance, hearing a soft mewl, and then pressed into him with one finger.

“That’s good, yeah, more.”

Dan added another finger and rubbed slowly against the younger’s walls. Dan knew he had cum many times just from fingering himself; he liked to think he was a pro. When he pressed into younger-Dan with his third finger, he went straight for his prostate, rubbing and pressing and watching the boy–himself–squirm above him. Dan pressed in harder and faster into that magic spot, feeling his thighs tense with the growing heat between them.

“You like that, don’t you? You looks so good, Dan. Taking my fingers so well. But you do this all the time don’t you? You think about Phil doing this to you, huh? He’s right in the other room, Dan, listening to you, to us. He wants us–you so bad. I could see it in his eyes. You’re so damn hot, right now. Take my fingers, yeah, just like that.” Dan said huskily into the boy’s ear. He felt him clenching around his fingers and Dan pressed into him faster, feeling his younger-self sink back onto his fingers greedily.

“I’m gonna cum! Stop!” Dan withdrew his fingers faster than the younger could finish his sentence. He collapsed into Dan his arms going around his neck and legs spreading wider over him. “Wanna ride you now, want Phil to watch.” He said, catching his breath.

Dan smirked. He knew this was a good idea to give the younger some confidence. Dan took the boy’s shirt off, leaving him looking naked and flushed on Dan’s lap, a wonderful sight to behold.

“You have to ask him, Dan.” He said to the already-wrecked boy in his lap. He felt him tense and then relax.

“He thinks I’m pretty, right?” The boy asked.

“Absolutely.”

Younger-Dan stood up abruptly, walked to the door, opened it, and then walked to Phil’s door, all completely naked. He looked back at Dan and then put on a serious face. He knocked once, the door swung open, and then younger-Dan was leaning onto his toes to pull Phil into an enticing kiss.

Dan was blown away. He watched Phil grab onto this younger version of himself desperately, and instead of feeling jealous or wishing he was younger, well, Dan only felt his cock stand to attention. This would be fun, he thought.

Younger-Dan grabbed Phil’s hand and brought him into the room. His cheeks were pink and he was looking anywhere but at Dan. Phil was just smirking like his life depended on it, eyeing up the completely naked Dan and then the one that was on the bed, shirtless and hard.

“Well, what are the rules.” Phil asks, hand still being held by the younger-Dan. He couldn’t help but let a fond smile cover his face at the small boy and the nostalgia.

“For you, well, no touching.” Dan said, smirking as Phil’s face fell into a frown. “And for you, you’re not allowed to be shy. Look at me.” Dan got up walking over to the boy who wouldn’t meet his eyes. “You can kiss Phil all you want. You can touch him, but he can’t touch you. Go ahead, get him fired up.” Dan gestured to Phil.

The younger looked at Dan to see if he was telling the truth. When he found nothing, he looked to Phil who gulped. He stood in front of Phil, hesitantly putting a hand behind the other’s neck, and pulling him into a gentle kiss.

“God, this is torture.” Phil mumbled, his hands having trouble staying by his side.

“Can I make him touch me?” Younger-Dan asked the older.

“You can do what you want, he’d love it. We’re in charge of him, I’m in charge of you.” Dan explained, watching the blush erupt on both the younger-Dan and Phil’s face.

The younger took Phil’s hand and stepped closer to him. “Will you finger me?” He asked, looking into Phil’s bright blue eyes. Phil nodded, his hand squeezing younger-Dan’s ass (which Dan rolled his eyes at) and then entering a finger into the boy’s already stretched hole.

“Fuck.” Phil groaned, skipping two and pushing three fingers completely into younger-Dan. “Dan’s already got you nice and ready for his cock, huh? You’ll love it, feels so good everywhere. In your mouth, your hand, here.” He said, pushing into the boy’s hole over and over again.

Younger-Dan was losing it. His hands were firmly clasped around Phil’s biceps, eyes closed tight, legs wobbly from the wonderful sensations running through his veins. Dan was roughly palming at his bulge, watching Phil touch his virgin-self again. Dan knew Phil wanted to be his first but, what could Dan say? He wanted his younger-self riding his cock.

“I’m gonna cum.” Younger-Dan whispered into Phil’s ear, they were pressed too tightly together. Phil was watching Dan watch them while massaging his cock through his jeans. He wanted to make this younger-Dan cum, but he knew Dan wouldn’t like that. So, Phil pulled his fingers out, feeling the whine that the younger-Dan had released go straight to his cock.

“He’s ready for you, Dan.” Phil said, placing a lingering kiss onto the younger’s lips, and then stepping to Dan. “Permission to touch, sir?” He said, smirking.

Dan smiled and pulled Phil into a long kiss, pressing his body to Phil’s, so Phil could feel how worked up he was. “So hot watching you touch him like that, couldn’t take my eyes away from your fingers disappearing into that tight hole.” Dan teased. Phil groaned.

“Don’t remind me, almost let him cum.” He said. “You’ve always had that affect on me, I always let you cum, huh?”

Dan laughed. “I have my ways.” Dan looked to the boy leaning against the door, trying to catch his breath. “Ready?” The boy nodded eagerly, stepping to Dan and pulling him into a deep kiss. Phil watched on, thanking the heavens for whatever was even happeneing. This was wank material for life, he thought. Dan started to unbutton his pants while the younger kissed him. He pulled away real quick and looked at Phil. “Chair, sit, you’re cumming from your hand tonight.”

“Honestly, I think I’d be able to cum from a cactus touching my dick if I were watching you ride yourself.” Phil admitted, his voice genuine. Dan shook his head.

“See what I mean, he’s a a total nerd.” Younger-Dan whispered.
“Good with his fingers, though.”

“He is, I’ll give him that.” Dan said.

Phil sat in the chair, watching on with interested eyes. Dan finished taking off his jeans and boxers, pulling younger-Dan to the bed with him. He placed himself in the middle and the younger placed himself on Dan’s thighs, looking at his cock with rapt fascination.

“It is thicker.” The younger-Dan said. Dan nodded, touching himself slowly, giving Phil and his younger-self a small show as he teased himself.

“You good? Do you feel you’re stretched enough?” Dan asked his younger-self, who nodded, crawling up Dan’s body, and hovering over Dan’s cock, his hands firmly on Dan’s chest. “Ready when you are.” Dan said, settling his hands on the boy’s waist.

Younger-Dan reached a hand to grab at Dan’s cock, lining it up with his hole. He felt Dan’s tip touch his rim and he breathed out a long sigh, before sinking down slowly onto Dan’s cock.

All three people in the room moaned aloud, Dan being the loudest. He’d never fucked a virgin before, and here he was, fucking his virgin-self. When the younger sunk all the way down and was sitting in Dan’s lap with his cock completely inside him, Dan felt his breath leave his lungs. He threw his head back; the tightness was unimaginable. The feeling making his toes curl and his fingers dig into the skin on the younger’s hips, on his hips. He couldn’t forget that, he was fucking himself, his younger-self, and it was so, so good.

“Fuck, this is–this feels so strange.” Younger-Dan murmured, his own head thrown back as his fingers stretched to stay in contact with Dan’s chest. “Never had a cock before.” He babbled. “Love it so much.”

“Yeah? You like that?” Dan lifted the younger up and then let him fall back down on his cock. “Look so pretty taking cock, made to take cock, weren’t you?” Dan praised himself, building the younger’s confidence. Dan watched as he got more into it, saw when the boy let everything go, looking into Dan eyes as he grinded his arse down on Dan’s cock, making it pulse and leak precum into the younger-boy. “That’s it, Dan, take it. Take your pleasure, it’s yours.”

He bucked up into the boy when he came down and they both moaned loudly. Younger-Dan lifted his arse and brought it down repeatedly, harshly onto Dan’s cock. He felt the hot throb of his older-self inside him, felt the hot, intense gaze Phil had on his body, on Dan’s, he felt the insistent prod of Dan’s cock on his prostate and mewled and keened so loudly, riding his older-self’s cock good and strong.

“Make me cum.” Dan whispered to his younger-self. “C'mon, Dan, make me cum, want me to cum in you, show you how good you look, how good you are, fuck!” Dan brought the younger’s head down for a kiss, moaning when he bit Dan’s lip. “That’s it, faster.”

Dan thruster up into the younger when he came down, and he bounced on Dan’s cock, legs pushing him up and then giving up so they’d both connect with a hard pound. Phil watched with his cock out, teeth latched onto his lip. He was hot everywhere, cliamax just out of reach.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, I’m–I’m cumming, I’m cumming, harder, oh, harder.” Younger-Dan whined, his body moving quickly atop Dan’s, trying to make himself cum, and when he did he gasped, breathless, body still, but he stayed pressed flushed to Dan and grinded and squirmed until Dan was cumming into him, his cum hot and heavy against younger-Dan’s insides. “Oh, fuck.” He cried, his cock, untouched, pulsed against his stomach and his cum splattered on him and on Dan, Dan’s cum making him feel like he was so much more full than he was before. Beside them, Phil was reaching his own orgasm, his cum spilling over into his hands.

The room was hot, cloaked in the smell of sweat and good, satisfying sex. Dan laid still, hands by his head, younger-Dan still on his cock, which he didn’t mind. He breathed in, nice and slow, and then leaned up to kiss his younger-self softly on the lips.

“You did so good. You were so confident and it was hot.” He said, breath still labored. “Wish I could fuck myself all the time, damn.” He fell back onto the bed, the action making him move inside his younger-self and they both groaned at the sensitivity. “Alright, pull off slowly, don’t hurt yourself.” Dan directed, holding onto the other’s hips. Once he was off, he fell beside Dan in exhaustion.

“Is it always like that?” The younger asked.

“Maybe not so erotic, but yeah, basically. Just wait until 2012, lots of good angry-sex.” Dan said, eyes closing.

“Hey, don’t tell him that.” Phil said, all cleaned up. “I think the best sex we ever had was our first time.” He got in bed beside Dan hugging him from behind.

“Yeah, I suppose for like the meaning and stuff. But I’d say our best ever sex was when you came home after two weeks in Florida and we fucked for three hours.”

“Ah, good memories.”

“I can’t wait for this.” Younger-Dan smiled sleepily, his eyes closed, but his ears open and he listened to all the good times Dan and Phil had had. He couldn’t wait to get home and meet his Phil for the very first time. He felt ready this time. Confident.

anonymous asked:

hey! i was just thinking, that i've been listening to the songs harry requested on radio 1 and they've been stuck in my head for so long omg. and like, i'm not connecting the songs he requested to larry, but with each song a little scenario ab them plays in my head! was wondering if you could write little snippets based on a couple of the songs? sweetest devotion by adele and issues by julia michaels!

I got really carried away with this; I combined both of these songs and very subtly put a few of the lyrics into a mess of 3k. I hope this works for you xx



Louis watches the build up and break over a period of months. Years, even. Harry’s tired. They both are, but Harry’s exceptionally so. He’s been working nonstop on his album, his photography, himself, and now that he’s back in the limelight all day, everyday, it’s taking a serious toll. Louis doesn’t say anything or imply that Harry needs to slow down, but he wants to, just isn’t quite sure how. Harry’s been a little moodier, a little more on edge, and the whole time Louis is trying to figure out a way to approach the subject lightly, it seems that Harry has already given it just as much thought as Louis has, if not more.

“I think I wanna take some time off,” he says one night just before bed. He’s in the middle of changing his pants, tripping into them like he always does. “Like, hide, maybe?” The way he says it makes it sound like he’s asking for permission from Louis, just to make sure they’re currently at the same level.

Louis raises a brow from his position in bed and looks up, relieved, worried. “Yeah? Like go on an extended holiday?”

“Mmm, something like that.”

“Care to elaborate?”

Harry crawls into bed beside him, shirtless and shoulders pink from his sunburn. The weather was mild and about 10 degrees today - typical for January - but they spent the majority of the day outside, anyway, Harry lounging in the backyard, ignoring Louis’ request to venture out. Paps, he said simply, going back to shielding his eyes from the LA sun.

“I rented out a place in Maine,” he says, reaching for his reading glasses on the bedside table. He doesn’t really need them, but no matter how much Louis teases him about it, he continues to wear them, squinting without them. Dramatic. “I’m not even really sure where it is, but I know it’s right on a lake, it’s in the woods, it’s secluded, it’s…” He sighs. “Not here.”

Louis’ stomach tightens. “You trying to get away from me, Styles?”

“No, God no.” Harry shakes his head, curls finally grown back in and bouncing. “I’m trying to take a break from everything, but that doesn’t include you. You can come with me, if you want. But don’t feel obligated to. I know how much you love it here. And that you like writing here best.”

I love it here because you’re here. “I’m comin’ with,” he replies eventually.

“You want to?”

“Yes. You’re a bit strange for wanting to fuck off to the middle of nowhere but. I’m used to your weirdness by this point. No judgement here. I’ll come with.”

Harry smirks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose like Louis always does. Copy cat. “Good.”

“So, when’re we leaving?”

“Thursday morning.”

“Christ, you’re an impulsive lad, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Makes life interesting.”

Harry nods, reaching for the remote for the telly, then setting it back down. “I’m very happy. I really am. I just need a change, yeah?”

“It’s okay to, like, want to step back,” Louis says softly. “You don’t have to be grateful and positive every second of the day. Wanting to escape is probably the most normal thing I can think of.”

He’s quiet for a moment, probably thinking. He purses his lips when he looks at Louis. “Thank you.”

“Absolutely.”

“And you’re gonna escape with me? Until you’re tired of me?”

Louis smiles, turning off his bedside light. “Absolutely.”

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Flip Phones Are Making a Comeback 🤙
  • iPhone User: How can you even stand it?
  • Android User: Stand what?
  • iPhone User: Your phone's crappy camera. Every picture looks like it was printed from a gameboy.
  • Android User: At least mine isn't an overpriced piece of junk that bends if you put in your pocket.
  • iPhone User: Excuse me? I think all of that extra price goes to making sure our phone DON'T EXPLODE!
  • Android User: It's only the Note 7 that explodes. You don't know anything.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • *both phone users glance at it momentarily until it stops ringing*
  • Android User: Uhh, anyway. At least our phones aren't made in sweatshops.
  • iPhone User: You didn't need to take this conversation in that direction, but your phone is probably made in a sweatshop too.
  • Android User: Our sweatshops are 100% more humane than Apple's gulags.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • iPhone User: Is that piece of junk yours?
  • Android User: No, who uses a flip phone in 20XX. I thought it was yours.
  • iPhone User: *picks up flip phone* It's so old, but it seems familiar.
  • Android User: Are you going to answer it?
  • iPhone User: No. You answer it.
  • Android User: Hell no! You picked it up. Why don't you answer it?
  • iPhone User: I don't know. Something doesn't seem right about it. I'm going home.
  • Android User: Don't forget to take your flip phone with you.
  • iPhone User: You keep it, as an android user, you're used to cheap pieces of junk.
  • Android User: Low blow!
  • *at night*
  • Android User: *tossing and turning in bed*
  • Flip Phone: *ringing grows progressively louder* HELLO, MOTO!
  • Android User: *picks up flip phone* Piece of garbage. Why do you keep ringing. I should just answer it.
  • Android User: *gets nervous* Why don't I want to answer it? Jesus, I just need to get rid of this thing.
  • Android User: *tosses flip phone out of the window* That's better.
  • Android User: *attempts to go back to sleep but ringing starts again* Fucking no! Is this some sort of nightmare!?
  • Android User: *notices their own phone ringing on their drawer* Oh. *answers it*
  • Android User: Whom am I speaking to?
  • iPhone User: Hey, it's me.
  • Android User: It's late, what do you want?
  • iPhone User: You know how it's just the two of us that hang out.
  • Android User: Yeah, what about it?
  • iPhone User: Didn't it used to be three of us that hung out?
  • Android User: No, it's been just the two of us since we were kids.
  • iPhone User: We had a third friend that we hung out with everyday. I know this sounds crazy, but somehow both of us forgot about her.
  • Android User: I have no clue what you're talking about.
  • iPhone User: That's the point! Like, she did everything with us, but I can't remember anything specifically about her. It's like someone took an eraser to my mind, but for some reason I have all these faint memories about her coming back to me and I'm freaking out.
  • Android User: Man, I think you just need some sleep. You sound crazy right now.
  • iPhone User: I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if I got to sleep when I wake up I won't remember you. I think something bad is going to happen to you.
  • Android User: I'm fine. My dad owns a gun. If someone tries to break into our house or something, they'll get their heads blown off. I guess we might have to deal with vengeful ghosts, but those usually take a few years to develop. Get some sleep, please.
  • iPhone User: Okay, goodnight... I love you.
  • Android User: Uhh, the feeling's mutual... I guess. *hangs up*
  • Android User: Overemotional, I swear. *attempts to sleep*
  • *loud knock at the door*
  • Android User: Goddammit! Dad'll get it.
  • *banging persists and only gets louder*
  • Android User: Okay, I guess I have to answer it again. *grabs one of their dad's guns and answer the door*
  • Android User: *aims gun into the dark night* Who's out there!? Who was knocking on my door!? ...No one. Fucking neighbor kids, I swear.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, moto!
  • Android User: Of fucking course. *screams into the night* I guess some PARANORMAL FORCE just magically put the flip phone on my porch. How about I just BLAST IT TO PIECES!
  • The Night: *stays silent*
  • Android User: *sighs* This has to be a stupid fucking prank. I bet that iPhone using "friend" of mine is doing this to set me up.
  • Android User: *notices the caller ID on the flip phone* Rebecca? Why is that name so familiar?
  • Android User: *answers phone* Hello?
  • Rebecca: Look below your porch. Look below your porch. Look below your porch. Look below your porch.
  • Android User: Fuck off. *hangs up* If someone really is below my porch, you can crawl out! I'll be sure to blast your brains out! I'm not afraid!
  • Android User: I'm a fucking idiot for this. *peers below the porch* There's nothing. This really is all some prank. *stands up*
  • *the front door is closed*
  • Android User: *checks the door* It's locked! Fuck! Okay, this is actually getting weird, but I'm armed. If anyone tries to mess with me I'll fucking shoot them.
  • Android User: *checks self* Where the fuck did I put that phone?
  • Flip Phone: *rings from the back of the house* ...hello, moto.
  • Android User: *sweats nervously* Okay, stay calm. Remember, you're armed. This is all a prank and they'll feel like fucking idiots when they realize they nearly got themselves shot over this. *walks to the back of the house*
  • *the next morning*
  • iPhone User: *frantically scrolling through phone*
  • Grandmother: What's wrong, honey?
  • iPhone User: I don't know. I'm looking for someone in my phone contacts, but they're not there!
  • Grandmother: Who?
  • iPhone User: I don't know! Ugh!
  • Grandmother: Calm down, honey. I'm sure you'll find them.
  • iPhone User: Grandma, did I used to hang out with anyone? Like, I regularly had friends over, right?
  • Grandmother: Well, I'm going to be honest with you. You've always been a bit of an introvert. But as long as you keep up with your schoolwork, it's no bother to me.
  • iPhone User: No, I had two friends, didn't I? Don't you remember them? You knew both of them by name. They were my childhood friends.
  • Grandmother: I'm not sure. You liked being by yourself as a child. H-Have you been using drugs?
  • iPhone User: No, grandma! It's just... I don't know. I'm lonely and stressed out and I don't know why.
  • Grandmother: It must be your schoolwork, honey. You're such a hard worker and you hardly ever give yourself a break. Remember, you have to take out some time for yourself to relax too. Studying is important, but so is your mental health
  • iPhone User: You're right. Finals are coming up. I guess I've been letting it all go to my head.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • Grandmother: *takes phone out of pocket* Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? *hangs up* Strange.
  • iPhone User: Where did you get that phone?
  • Grandmother: I've had it for a while now. Is there something wrong with it?
  • iPhone User: No... not anything that I remember.

anonymous asked:

I've been thinking about panicky Keith a lot lately because I love,,,panicked caretaker Keith. So what about a situation where lance is trapped in a place where the oxygen levels (or if you'd prefer, a poisonous gas is filling the room) are quickly draining and Keith can't do anything but talk to lance on the coms and try to break him out? Also congrats on the blog can't wait to see you grow :0

Lance had been trapped in the lift for what seemed like hours now, he wasn’t quite sure how long it had been, delirium taking over from the sheer lack of oxygen filling his lungs.

He had just wanted to go for a relaxing dip in the pool on his day off, as if he could get so lucky.

Sprawled out on the floor of the altean deathtrap gasping for breath, tears began to fill Lance’s eyes.

All the missions he’d gone on, all the injuries he sustained in the fight to protect the universe and this was how he was going to go; choking on his own breath in an elevator while his closest friends continue on with their day, not even noticing his disappearance.

He’d yelled for them. Over and over, nobody answered. The pain of being so disposable mirroring the ache in his heaving chest. 

Mind going fuzzy and vision beginning to blur around the edges, Lance was about to let the appealing thought of an endless slumber take over his body when he heard the com crack on above.

“Lance? Lance! Talk to me buddy?”

“K-keith”

The tears began to flow hard and fast down Lance’s face now, they did care.

“Hang tight Lance we’re getting you out now just breath for me”

Keith was a nervous wreck.

He’d spent the good part of three hours searching the ship top to bottom until Pidge suggested that maybe Lance was trapped in the lift. 

Over the coms Keith tried to keep his cool so as not to scare Lance, but truth be told, he was at breaking point.

“Allura get him out NOW!”

“I’m working on it Keith please just try and relax a bit he’ll be fine”

Everyone seemed so calm about the whole situation which made Keith furious.

“How can you say that?! Just listen to him!” Keith screeched before pressing the button to the com so the entire room could hear Lance’s laboured breathing.

Seeing the distress take hold of his fellow paladin, Shiro moved over and placed a hand on Keith’s shoulder.

“I know you’re worried Keith but you’ve gotta be strong for him, okay?”

Sobs now wracking his already shaking form, Keith waited for the affirmative from Allura before rushing out of the crowded room and into the hallway just as the doors of the lift came whooshing open. 

Bending down to the crumpled form on the floor he laced his gloved fingers through the other boys damp hair.

Eyes fluttering open, Lance drew in a shaky breath before launching into a coughing fit. Keith positioned himself behind the trembling boy, rubbing his hand up and down his back in the attempt to comfort him. When the harsh coughs had finally subsided Lance allowed himself to fall back into the warm embrace of Keith’s arms.

“H-heyy” he all but whispered, voice strained from his long since forgotten about screams for help.

Tears began to fill Keith’s eyes once more as he starred down at Lance’s beautiful caramel complexion that had been tinged blue from oxygen deprivation. 

Practically launching himself onto the blue paladin Keith began to bawl.

“NEVER scare me like that again do you hear me? I was so worried I thought I thought-”

“Ssshh”

Keith was cut off.

“It’s okay, I-i’m okay now” Lance reassured.

“Y-yeah?” Keith sniffled.

“Yeah, you saved me, my knight in fluffy pajama bottoms” Lance joked, shooting Keith a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.

God, he just couldn’t with this boy.

“Yeah. I’ve got you.”


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Here it is!

I’m sorry if it’s really bad and really short this is my first fic :o

Thank you so much and again sorry for the poor quality I am here to improve :)

anonymous asked:

I've noticed Jensen shuts down or says Destiel doesn't exist only when he does panels with Jared. But when he does panels with Misha he gives or tries to give a more honest meaningful answer about their characters relationship. He doesn't shut it down so quickly. Thoughts?

So like I said in the previous post  [x], I feel like this has less to do with the specific question being asked, and more to do with Jensen’s overall personality. Now let me preface this by saying, I don’t think that Jensen loves Jared more than Misha or vice versa—I think they’re both his best friends and he loves them equally. Their friendships are different however, and that makes all the difference in how Jensen acts when he is alone with either of them. Age has a lot to do with it; and I will use myself as an example here: I have (had … one passed away) two best friends who I adore with all my heart. One friend is younger than me by a few years, and the other was my age—older only by a couple months. Although I love them equally, I acted completely different with each one when we’d hang out. My younger best friend is like my little sister. I want to protect her first and foremost. I feel like that’s my job, so even though we can both get crazy and silly when we’re out and about, my first reaction whenever she suggests going on some new adventure, is to be calm, subdued and think “is this a good idea?” because—well, that’s the role I’ve always played in our friendship. I am the older, “wiser”, moral compass of the two and I need to help her navigate the best paths through life.

Now my other best friend … she and I always got into stupid situations together—and I was usually the one spearheading those plans. We would be loud and obnoxious and weird, because we weren’t necessarily “looking out for one another” (although, we did that too) but we were always trying to push each other a little further outside of our comfort zones. We saw ourselves in each other, and therefore, we saw our strengths and our weaknesses for what they were, and we tried to improve our lives—together. Whenever one of us got too “protective” of the other, it usually caused conflict, because neither of us played that role in the relationship. We were “equals” when it came to authority … and I think that is more the way Jensen and Misha see one another. Jensen looks at Misha as that crazy guy with no inhibitions whom he wants to be like; so when they’re together one on one, it’s like he has permission to let down his guard. When Jensen’s with Jared however, he needs to be in that big brother-protector mode. He watches over Jared as the guy explores his own limits.—  and don’t get me wrong, I think Jensen loves that role. That’s a deeply ingrained position for him, not just because that’s what he plays opposite of Jared on the show, but Jensen is a big brother in real life, and he’s used to being that protective watchman for his little brother and sister as well. I know I love being that person for my younger best friend (as well as my biological younger sister). I love being the one she can lean on, depend on, look up to. It’s very important to me and I think it’s extremely important to Jensen. Just look at how he acted when Jared had to leave Rome early because he was having a hard time with his depression. Jensen wanted nothing more than to protect that man, and he was a little anxious since Jared wasn’t within eyesight—he wanted to be able to make sure that he was okay.

So how does this affect the way he answers questions, you ask (to finally get back to the matter at hand) well, everything that I already pointed out, explains why Jensen responds differently in similar situations. When he and Jared are on stage, Jared usually does most of the talking, and Jensen jumps in when he feels it’s necessary. And any question that a fan asks him directly is usually answered in a brief and vague sort of way. Jensen is not long-winded when he’s on stage with Jared because his focus wants to be on Jared. He wants to be able to stand back a bit and “keep watch” and that’s easier when Jared is the one doing all the talking, so Jensen will keep his own answers brief.

With Misha however, he doesn’t need to be the protector (in fact, he might need a protector from some of Misha’s craziness every now and then … which is why Jared and Misha can get along so well).  So he can break into these long winded, deep, enthusiastic answers to questions because he knows that Misha is perfectly fine in the meantime, and probably doing something crazy behind him while he talks. So no matter what question he’s answering, whether it’s something simple or something about ships or what have you—Jensen will speak more, be more open, be more free with his words because he doesn’t have to take things as seriously with Misha around. More likely than not, if things start getting too serious on stage, Jensen knows he can count on Misha to break the tension at just the right time.

With my best friend who was a little older than me—I knew that when I started to get a little too loud, a little too crazy, she would always be there to quiet me down and to distract other people from my awkwardness. I think that’s how Jensen and Misha’s friendship works. Their reactions have nothing to do with any specific question that they get asked, and everything to do with the roles Jensen, Jared and Misha all play in each other’s lives. Each one is vital to who they are, and they all managed to slip perfectly into those places. They each fit together like puzzle pieces, and the final image is that of three best friends who make each other so happy and feel so complete, that their joy becomes infectious and radiates through anyone who sees it.

So we need to stop assuming that one particular action or one particular response is a blanket-emotion for Jensen’s (or anyone’s) life. Every situation is unique, but if you dig deep enough, you can find the real reason why someone reacts the way they do—and nine times out of ten, it’ll be due to love and a feeling of necessity rather than one of hate and loathing.

Jensen is a complex human being, but when it comes to Jared and Misha—his mannerisms become pretty simple. He loves them both. They’re both his best friends, and no one, solitary moment on stage is going to prove otherwise.

lil-seeds  asked:

yo yo yo dysfunctional entp here. i've been in a weird, non-creative, funk for the past week or so, i believe largely due to some very well ignored and internalized negative feelings. what is the best way for me (or any Ne user really) to get back into the idea-generating, novelty, creative swing? (im a writer working on a second novel so the whole 'tired of a single project' thing isnt helping either) thanks hot hot hottie

(Gif: Claudia, Warehouse 13. ENTP.)

Uh, well first there’s this: i believe largely due to some very well ignored and internalized negative feelings.

Have you dealt with those yet? Because as a Fe, until you get them out of your head and into the world, you cannot move on and the intense internalization of something that NEEDS made public (Fe) is going to cramp your muse. So, expel those feelings. Share them with someone you trust. Shout them into the void. Express them. You will feel better.

As for getting your Ne-dom mojo back – it’s simple.

Ne needs external stimulation to work. It does not exist in a void. Your Ne bounces off objects, ideas, and stories in the external world. This is why you watch a television show – you get ideas. Better ideas than they used. Or you read a book – and you get more ideas. Or you listen to a song – and you get ideas. Or you talk to someone and… you get the idea, right?

Being in a non-creative funk for a Ne-dom means your creativity tank is drained. Why? Not enough external stimulation. Not enough new stuff to bounce off of. Not enough exposure to things related and unrelated to your current writing project. You need new material going in your head. Start reading someone else’s novels. Start up a television show you’ve never seen before on the side. Read someone who is FULL OF IDEAS, who makes YOU full of ideas, someone EXCITED about their ideas.

Here’s some personal writing advice from a fellow Ne-dom, who quite often experiences temporary creative slumps (since I pretty much work on a novel and/or writing project anywhere from 1 to 8 hours daily, about 10 months out of the year… yeah, I don’t “do” hobbies and I don’t “do” idle time… and it kind of sucks).

If you hit a creative slump, you have two choices:

- Take it back to where your creativity was flowing, and take the plot in a new direction (write a different ending to that scene, or cause something unexpected to happen that you did not see coming)

- Change the setting of the scene (it’s quite possible the setting is boring you; whenever that happens, I go, “What will my reader NOT expect? Okay, the last interrogation scene took place inside a dim cell in the Tower of London. What if THIS TIME Henry VII decides to interrogate someone above the Tower’s lion pit, and dangle him over the side?”)

Here is something vital to remember, as a Ne-dom: you figure it out too far in advance, you’ll get bored with your own ideas.

Every time I have lain out an entire book from start to finish, and drawn up lists of what happens in what chapter, the creative spark dies. I have now started keeping an abstract concept in my mind (this is vaguely where it’s headed / what the climax will be, and what I should introduce next) and then leaving myself questions when I stop writing for the day, to trigger ideas for the next day.

So instead of writing: Heledd meets Alfred on the road and they discuss X, I ask, What does Heledd see that makes her suspicious? How should I introduce doubt into Meg’s mind? What should happen with the ring I introduced in the last chapter? How can I make the big reveal more dramatic?

Leave lots and lots of room for improvisation, too. When I sat down to write the other night, I knew I had to take my heroine through her fears up a road lined with her enemies – people who months before had tried to hang her. So, I knew I had to deal with PTSD trauma. What I did NOT know is that superstition would surround a myth of faerie lights to accuse her brother of murder (the murder, I had planned) and that other people would turn up in support of her, and sing an old Welsh tale to calm her down. But that was nice.

Ne’s delight in the unexpected, in allowing ideas to flourish and spring forth with just enough forewarning to lace together into the rest of the story; you must leave room in your novels for this to happen.

(Gif: Jo March, Little Women. ENFP. My soul sister.)

I’ll be honest here, in the hope it’ll inspire you. I started in on a sequel right after finishing my last book. I was excited about it, I wrote about 20 thousand words, and then I had to stop and do some line editing on the original novel. When I went back to my sequel, my creative spark had DIED. I was distraught; where had all my excitement, enthusiasm, and ideas gone?? So I put that draft in a folder, and tried another. It went on for about 15 thousand words just fine, and then it DIED. More distress. More staring at a blank page. More clueless pondering. More angst. So I delved into it from yet ANOTHER angle. I changed all the POV’s. I tied it back into London in addition to Wales. I invented an entirely new subplot. I wrote about 20 thousand words.

And it DIED. I lost the spark.

I spent one day utterly frustrated, near tears, anxious that maybe I’ll never be able to write another book (low Si paranoia :P) … and I opened up my original draft, the one with 20 thousand words, and skim read the first four chapters… and then sat down and carried the story forward. I’ve kept bits and pieces from each draft, and a lot of that writing can go in this book; but my forward momentum is back. The original idea WAS INDEED the best, or at least, the one my Ne is most passionate about – but it had to explore other options first, before it could settle down to tell THIS story.

Okay, the last bit of advice – you can take it or leave it.

Many high Ne’s benefit from working on multiple projects at once. You should consider, yes, working on your book; and writing a short story or a fan fiction on the side in a totally different genre, to keep your mind active.

I, however, have never been able to do this without losing focus – so I am a “one project at a time” kind of girl, to the extent where if I have an amazing idea for a different book or character in the middle of working on THIS one, I write it down on a slip of paper, stick it in a jar, and forbid my mind from thinking about it further, in order to remain focused.

Finally, write yourself a quick deadline. Given the amount of time you have to spend on this novel, and what else you have to do which might detract from it, and how fast you can write, figure out a rough estimate of how long it will take you to write this book. I spent two years on the last one and it literally almost killed me and drove my family insane (though, technically, since it went through about 14 drafts / rewrites / completely changed focus 4 times, and started out as a novel covering 20 years, went to a novel covering a decade, and wound up being a novel covering 6 months… I was working on more than one novel). This is NOT GOOD for a Ne-dom. We like to see PROGRESS. We like to see a point in our future when we are FREE to pursue OTHER THINGS. So, give yourself six months to write a rough draft. Or four months. Something doable, that keeps you motivated, because:

When I get done with this, I can write something else!

You are verbose. You are creative. You are ideas-driven. And if you’re a Ne-dom, you can turn out an incredible amount of words in a very short time.

You can do this.

Hope that helps,

- ENFP Mod (who tomorrow goes back to writing her sequel, because she did NOT write fiction today and was so bored she could hardly stand it)

The Three List | Barry & Iris | Script Fic
  • Barry: Hey, Iris?
  • Iris: Yeah, hun?
  • Barry: Do you remember when you were with Eddie & you told me about your 3's list?
  • Iris: My 3's list?
  • Barry: Yeah, you know, three guys you could cheat on Eddie with.
  • Iris: *snorts* oh, right. My 3 list.
  • Barry: You don't still HAVE that, do you?
  • Iris: *blinks* What?
  • Barry: Your 3 list. Do you still have it?
  • Iris: Uh...probably somewhere. Why?
  • Barry: *clears throat* I was just wondering if Oliver was still on it.
  • Iris: *smirks & crawls over to him* Babe, you know that's not a serious thing, right?
  • Barry: what do you mean?
  • Iris: *laughs* even if Oliver had given my fangirl self the time of day when I was with Eddie, I wouldn't have slept with him.
  • Barry: *blinks* you wouldn't have?
  • Iris: *laughs* Who do you think I am, Bear? You think 'he's on my three list!' would've sufficed if Eddie had caught us in bed together?
  • Barry: *blushes fiercely* No, I guess not.
  • Iris: *cups face* Babe, you've got nothing to worry about. *kisses him* You're the only one I want.
  • Barry: *after many kisses & sweet nothings whispered* But is Oliver still--
  • Iris: *rolls eyes & gets off him* oh, for crying out loud.
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, I didn't mean-
  • Iris: You most certainly did. *starts to walk away*
  • Barry: *panics* Iris-
  • Iris: Calm down. I'll be right back. *dashes up the stairs & comes back 10 minutes later* Found it!
  • Barry: *shifts towards her, eyes wide* What did you... *spots piece of paper she's holding* Oh.
  • Iris: *hands paper over* Take a look for yourself.
  • Barry: *scans list of names & frowns* He's still on it.
  • Iris: Mhmm.
  • Barry: This doesn't make me feel any better, Iris.
  • Iris: *crosses arms* that's the original list. I only updated it once, a couple months after I'd moved in with Eddie.
  • Barry: *still frowning* where's that one?
  • Iris: *makes circling motion with her finger*
  • Barry: *checks the other side* This one looks pretty much the same. I don't see-- *jaw drops*
  • Iris: *starts to grin* See something you like, hun?
  • Barry: Am...Am I...? *squeaks*
  • Iris: *nods* Mhmm.
  • Barry: I'm in the number 2 spot!
  • Iris: That's one above Oliver, I believe.
  • Barry: *still gawking* I don't understand.
  • Iris: *comes & sits next to him on the couch* After you told me how you felt when I was with Eddie, I had a lot of feelings that I didn't know how to deal with. Then when Eddie got all secretive on me I started thinking about you even more, and how my best friend would NEVER keep secrets from me the way my boyfriend was doing.
  • Barry: *winces* sarcasm is warranted.
  • Iris: in the past. *waves it off*
  • Barry: *swallows hard & nods*
  • Iris: That night when I came back to my dad's & you were there reassuring me, I felt like that was a safe place to put them. My feelings for you.
  • Barry: On your 3 list?
  • Iris: *nods* On my 3 list.
  • Barry: Did Eddie ever see it?
  • Iris: *laughs* Are you kidding? If Eddie had seen the updated version, he would've figured out what was up right away, even before I did.
  • Barry: And what was up?
  • Iris: *smiles & gently kisses him* I was in love with my best friend.
  • Barry: *has warm fuzzies* Iris...
  • Iris: So, you can keep that if you like. Oliver's name is still on it - BENEATH yours though. I don't have a need for it anymore. I haven't looked at it until today in over two years.
  • Barry: Yeah?
  • Iris: *nuzzles & kisses* yeah. You're all I want, Bear. If I can't have you, there's no one else I want. Not even a one night stand with a celebrity.
  • Barry: *smiles*
  • Iris: Do YOU have a 3 list? *raises eyebrows*
  • Barry: WHAT? *squeaks*
  • Iris: You heard me.
  • Barry: Iris.
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *sighs & then laughs* I have a 1 list.
  • Iris: *eyebrow furrow* What's a 1 list?
  • Barry: *pulls out wallet & digs out tiny scrap of paper inside & hands it to her* Same thing as a 3 list. Except mine only has 1 name on it.
  • Iris: *jaw drops when she reads it* I'M the only name on your 3 list??
  • Barry: *grins & pulls her close* Yep.
  • Iris: But of all he gorgeous celebrities, even SCIENCE NERDS, you only chose--
  • Barry: You're the only one I've wanted since the day that I met you.
  • Iris: *teary-eyed* Barry...
  • Barry: Getting a chance with you? 10 times better than any hook up with ANY celebrity.
  • Iris: *sighs contently & kisses him* I love you, Barry Allen.
  • Barry: I love you, Iris West.
  • Iris: *nuzzles & pulls away after a while* So what are you going to do with my 3 list?
  • Barry: Give it back to you. *hands it over* You decide what to do with it.
  • Iris: *grins* Mmk. *pecks him in the cheek, stands up & heads to the roaring fireplace*
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, what are you doing?! *speeds over*
  • Iris: Getting rid of it. I don't need it anymore.
  • Barry: Well, maybe you should keep it. You know, as a keepsake.
  • Iris: *eyes him suspiciously* Why do you want it?
  • Barry: *I* don't want it. It's yours. I gave it back to you. So you--
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *swallows* I mean, you ranked me ABOVE Oliver, so...
  • Iris: OHMYGOD. *rolls eyes & shoves it into his hand* You keep it. It'll be YOUR keepsake. *walks back to the couch & sits down*
  • Barry: It's not really MINE, so--
  • Iris: *gives him THE LOOK* one more word, Barry, and I WILL throw it to the flames. Not even your superspeed will stop me.
  • Barry: *nods & swallows* Right. *tucks paper into pocket & comes to sit next to her* So...
  • Iris: *raises eyebrow*
  • Barry: Now what?
  • Iris: *irritation fades away & she pulls him close, kissing him* Now I get some one-on-one time with #2 on my 3 list.
  • Barry: *pulls back after a few kisses* I thought you just said--
  • Iris: I swear to God, Barry, if you don't just kiss me--
  • Barry: *speeds them up their bedroom, drops her on the bed & takes off t-shirt, then hovers over her & kisses her, lingering*
  • Iris: *moans* Don't tell my boyfriend about this. He'll be extremely jealous.
  • Barry: *restrains groan* On my life. *mutters & kisses her again*
  • ...
  • A/N: Just did (as of 4/2/17) a bit of an edit, b/c I watched the 1.08 scene & realized it's actually called a 'three' list, not a 'threes' list. So I changed all those & added a short line to something Iris said early on.

ladyroseystuff  asked:

How would you feel about a headcannon of how each of them would react to MC being in an abusive relationship (family or other). Sorry if it's weird, uncomfortable, or you've done a similar one. It helps me to see what others might do in a situation I've dealt with myself. (Btw been safe from it for 1yr & 5m ^^)

This was a bit difficult to write as I have luckily never been in an abusive relationship but I hope I managed to portray the feelings enough.

I’m so glad that you’re safe from it now because no-one should have to be in a situation like that!

I’ll warn here and put the headcanons under the cut because there are mentions of abuse and I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable ~H x

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The beginnings of love for the signs
  • If you have a girl in mind check Venus+moon
  • If you have a boy in mind check Mars+moon
  • Check sun if you wish ;)
  • Aries: lots of hand gestures and eye contact and facial expressions whenever you two have a conversation (you'll love it and soak it all up), lots of food dates (they want to make sure you're comfortable around them), picking you up and twirling you around and quick cheek kisses, "you always calm me down"
  • Taurus: they'll show you the secret places they go to chill (this can be anything from a flower garden to Starbucks to an underground club just be ready honestly), they'll let you push them around like no one else dares to, they'll tell you that you're different and special (because in their eyes you're truly one of a kind), "oh, you have to go? Are you sure your don't want to stay around just a little longer?"
  • Gemini: expect lots of chats over the phone (they've realized that they can't hear your laugh or your stutters through text), "looks" from across the room when something stupid happens, just chilling at your place sounds like a good time to them, "hey, you're just like me"
  • Cancer: nose scrunching and suppressed smirks when you say something dirty (you could tell they were thinking the same thing), lots of high fives quick touches, asking lots of questions about you (they'll wriggle out of answering yours, but they're just trying to make sure you're one of their kind) "thanks for being patient with me"
  • Leo: whispers in your ear (they don't have to, but you can feel their grin on your cheek), bodies pressed together type hugs, admitting to stalking your social media (you'll call them a creep but you'll be blushing), "you know, I'd do anything for you..."
  • Virgo: they could listen to you speak all day (they love learning more about you), little things that go almost unnoticed (like putting an umbrella in your car or buying you new headphones when you complain about your others), you'll get to see their silly side (and you'll love it), "don't worry I'll take care of it"
  • Libra: they'll talk about how well you two look together (they'll want lots of pics of you two or just you), introduces you to friends and family, your head rested on their arm or their head in the nook of your neck (you're their safe place now), "I like you, you're genuine. it's really... refreshing, you know?"
  • Scorpio: mixing paints until they find the exact shade of your eyes (even if they're brown, they're a special kind of brown to them), opening their mouth to say something then closing it immediately because they don't want to scare you away, touches that linger a little bit too long to be just friendly, "finally, SOMEONE understands!"
  • Sagittarius: lots and lots of jokes made to get under your skin (throw it back at 'em twice as hard), making lots of plans because they really wanna hang out with you, all Sagittarius's are philosophers just wait and they'll show you, "hey I saw this thing and it sorta reminded me of you so here you go"
  • Capricorn: showing you what they geek about (believe me, it's there), gloating about how much better you two are than everyone else, arms over shoulders and hands around your waist randomly (just to shock you ) "I've always needed someone like you in my life"
  • Aquarius: pinching your cheek (just so that they can touch your face), saying things that the two of you are gonna do in the future, bringing you around their friends (and their face lighting up when you charm their asses off) "I can talk with you for hours and about anything... weird right?"
  • Pisces: daydreaming about running into you (even if it's just between classes), them showing you their secret hobbies, they stare into your eyes just a little bit too long (what even is too long?) "I can't believe you're real"

wellyfullofale  asked:

Lorna I want to give you all of those writing prompts!! If I must narrow it down to one I'll go with number 6 and Robron 🤗

i hope soppy fluff is what you were looking for tash!! this is set during their trip to wales last year.

things you said under the stars and in the grass

“Liv is out like a light.”

Robert looked up as Aaron spoke, stepping out onto the little patio that adorned the back of the cottage they had rented in Wales for a few days, the view an endless oasis of green fields and farmland, stretching out to the coast, the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shoreline distant, but comforting all the same. 

“She’s knackered, after all that kayaking.” Aaron continued.

Robert looked up at his boyfriend, a bottle of beer halfway to his lips. “It was a good day though, right?” he asked, leaning back in his chair so he could look at Aaron properly.

“I had fun today,” Aaron nodded, resting a hand against the back of Robert’s neck, a bottle of beer in his own hand. “Thank you. For being so good to Liv, y’know? I know she can be a bit of a handful.”

“I told you, if she’s important to you, she’s important to me.” Robert budged up in the small seat, leaving enough space for Aaron to sit down next to him. Every inch of their bodies was touching, knees to shoulders, and it set something in Robert alight as he breathed in everything that was so gorgeously, brilliantly Aaron.

“Still,” Aaron shrugged, pausing with his beer held halfway to his lips. “I appreciate it.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the peace. The cottage was somewhat secluded, their closest neighbour a few miles up the road, toward the little fishing village they were staying in.

It was quiet, and calm, and everything they needed.

Robert loved it. He’d lived a lot of places, in the ten years since he left Emmerdale - London had been exciting, sure, but he’d always been a country lad at heart, enjoying the peace and quiet far more than he’d ever enjoyed the bright lights and constant noise of the capital.

“I never used to be able to see the stars, when I lived in London.” Robert began, clocking Aaron’s brief confusion immediately.

Robert didn’t really talk about his past, not if he could avoid it.

But he was trying to be better, they were trying to be better, and well - it felt like the right moment didn’t it?

“It was the one thing I always missed about Emmerdale.” Robert continued, gazing at the sky. It was a gorgeous evening, a proper summery end to a summery day, the sky clear. “Being able to see all the stars. I used to love reading about all the constellations, always made me feel like the world was so much bigger than Emmerdale.”

“Bigger and better?” Aaron nudged.

“No,” Robert shook his head. “Just, bigger.”

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Mod Saihara currently has lost her voice (Sorta) and is Mc suffering so time to get these asks done b o i 

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“No, no, no, no,” her voice is panicked and he is trying to reassure her that he is fine, but I see the blood starting to seep into his shirt. I know he’s not bleeding out, but given enough time, he might. Even if he doesn’t, there might still be a lot of damage done. I’m not sure if he’s aware of this, but every time he tries to calm her down, she flinches. She blames herself. We’re similar people in this regard – it’s easier to deal with someone’s anger than their forgiveness.

“We need to get Yulian to a hospital,” she says, smoothing down his hair and moving it away from his face. It’s weird to see her act tenderly, given what we’ve just done. The people we’ve killed.

“No, no hospitals,” he says and leans his head against her and she flinches again.

Rico turns and looks down at Yulian, his face painted with smug satisfaction. “We can’t leave yet. We’re supposed to go through the place and clear the offices, too. And I’m not leaving all this money just because your boyfriend got shot.”

“I didn’t say to leave the money,” Emilia snaps, “but we need to take him in to get treated.”

“If he’s alive when we’re finished, we will,” Rico says, he looks like he’s enjoying this. Yulian had told me about threatening him to leave when they were on that stakeout. I guess the man holds a grudge. My friend stares back with a bored expression. I’ve learned over the years that when he meets a confrontation with that stance, he’s planning something nasty. If I gave a shit about Rico, I’d almost feel sorry for him.

“Man, you know there’s not gonna be shi-“ Robbie started but closed his mouth when Rico turned to glare at him.

“No, we’re going through those offices. Did anyone say anything when Chuey got shot? I bet his body is still out where he fell. I didn’t stop. He was my friend. So why the fuck would I stop what I’m doing to save that Ruso motherfucker on the floor there?

Emilia stands and draws her pistol. Yulian hisses something – probably to tell her not to fucking do that – “I’m taking him out now,” she says and, for a moment, I don’t know who’s she’s talking to.

The other man doesn’t look afraid, “I’ll put a bullet in his head now. One less person to share money with. I’ll even be your partner afterward - I know how you like to fuck ‘em. You’ll be happier with me, I’ve got a huge dick.”

Her answer is to rack the slide of the pistol she’s holding. Shit, shit.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I step in the middle with my hands spread upward, praying that this doesn’t escalate further. They’ll kill both Yulian and Emilia together and probably me, too, because I’m their friend. “Let’s just take a deep breath for a fucking minute here, you guys are going to get blood all over my money,” I say, in a half-assed attempt to lighten the mood.

“Of course you’d jump in, can’t have the only person that can’t speak Spanish aside from you die, Flaca?” I clench my jaw shut. I would not react to this but it still stung – I hated being reminded, hated that I’d been treated as an outsider by people that I’ve grown up with. I couldn’t help how my mother raised me and, really, my only other option to make money as young as I had been when I got into the game was to be pimped out. No fucking thanks, better to swallow this shit than some gross old man’s load.

“You understand then,” I shrugged.

“We’re not fucking going yet and I’ll be damned if that bitch dictates what we do.” Rico’s reaching for his piece now and my breath catches, shit, we’re going to die here.

“How do you think Fermin would react if he found out you killed his spy? The one that keeps the cops off of him? I think that’d be very bad for you and your entire family,” comes another voice from behind and relief washes over me.

“I wasn’t going to kill her, Chino. Just the asshole – if he’s dead we can keep going.”

“He was sitting across from the Boss at the last meeting, I don’t think that would be a good idea either,” Gene responds, a pissed look on his face. I wonder if he caught that bit about Emi fucking her partners.

Rico sucks the air between his teeth, he hadn’t considered that.

“I’ll take them, you guys can go finish what we need to do here. Take the money to Fermin and get the credit.”

Rico rolls his eyes, “Whatever.”

I grab a big duffle bag of money on the way out behind Gene and Emilia who are supporting Yulian into the narrow hallway. Gene looks at the bag questioningly, “Asshole Tax,” I explain. No one says anything as we go to Gene’s car but I’m starting to feel dread settle in. I’m fucked. Yulian, Emi, and Gene are safe because they’re in demand by the bosses. I don’t have that luxury. Even if they swung for me and got the bosses to be okay with what I did, I know I’m done with the others because I chose the outsiders over them. Maybe I’ll have enough money to move to Windenburg and I’ll be able to get a job with the Volkov’s.

We get in the car and Emilia is still fussing over Yulian. The little shit is eating it up. Gene is watching it through the rearview mirror, J Cole’s Dreams playing on the stereo. Petty. All of this mess was his fuck up, not theirs. “Eyes on the road, Chino,” I remind him and he makes a face.

“All right, Flaca.”

It almost feels like old times.


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