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ericsprincess · 11 months

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dangerous feelings spilling tonight

You bring home a guy. He forgets his place.

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This is definitely a mistake, you think to yourself. And yet, you are going to make it.

You sigh a little. You’re on your way home, walking down the street at night, wet pavements shiny under the streetlights. The air is warm, since it’s already almost summer, with only weak hints of cool breeze. And you’re not alone. Walking next to you is a man, well, just barely a man. At the very least a man enough to gather the courage to cockily hit on you at the bar.

It’s kinda admirable, you have to admit, that he had the balls to walk up to you, a woman obviously older and more mature than him, by a few years, and to use a cheezy pick up line with even cheezier wink. He looked cute though - a sort of a basic frat bro, in ripped jeans, tshirt and a varsity jacket, with cute face and obnoxious bleached blonde hair.

You rolled your eyes at him, but he was kinda cute so you let him try again, and boy, did he try. Not wanting to lose the chance, he bought you a drink immediately, and pulled out every compliment he could think of. You just leaned back on the bar and let him sweet talk you, while smirking. It was amusing to jokingly shoot down his advances and it felt good to see someone try so much for your attention, and even though you thought of him as just a dumb horny boy, it was flattering anyways.

You had fun with this whole situation, so as you were sitting on the bar stool, with him leaning on the counter, you offhandedly mentioned you’re going home soon, throwing him the bait that you knew he was hoping for. He immediately leaned closer to you and with his hand daringly on your thigh he asked: “Can I walk you home? Just so that you wouldn’t go alone at night.”

You smiled. You both knew what he meant and the excuse couldn’t be more thin-veiled. But you agreed. You could see the sparkle or excitement in his eyes when he realized that he’s gonna get what he wanted - which was you.

He introduced himself as Eric and he wasn’t lying about that, judging by the hollering his friends provided when they saw him actually going to leave the bar with you. Which was decidedly embarrassing, as if you already didn’t feel like a cradle robber. But who cares, you shrugged it off in your mind. He’s a consenting adult and it’s not like you will be planning a future with him. Definitely not beyond the future few hours, in any case.

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You left the bar, and you’re walking in on the dark street. He put his arm around your shoulder, but as you’re walking he slid it down to your waist and then ass. He thinks he’s so sneaky, you snort, but let it go. In any case, save for his amusingly daring behavior, he doesn’t seem too bad. He can keep up with the small talk and even banter. He seemed interested enough in your personality too and had no problems talking about himself either. Cracked many jokes, some of them even a bit risqué, but never off putting. You’re attracted to not only his face but also his puppy personality. And, if you’re honest with yourself, you’re getting more and more aroused by his sneaky touches.

Not before long, you’re standing at the front of your apartment building. It’s now or never.

Technically, you agreed to only him walking you home so you do have an out, but you won’t be using it.

“Wanna go up?” you ask, with one eyebrow raised. It sounds like a challenge.

“Sure,” he replies, trying to look nonchalant, as if he wasn’t almost vibrating with anticipation. You unlock the door and you lead him to the elevator. You can almost feel his eyes being glued to your ass, and when you stop to press the elevator button, he stands behind you. He’s so close his chest is almost touching you and you can feel his body warmth and smell his cologne, and it makes you want to either lean back at him or at least push your ass back. But you don’t want to be the one to initiate anything much, you want to leave it all on him and just feel wanted and pursued by a hot, younger guy. And he, of course, delivers - he would obviously not miss a chance to push you a little.

His hands are running over your hips and he leans forwards to nose along your neck, so you tilt your head to make way for him and he uses the chance to suck on your skin. It doesn’t take long and the elevator door opens with a ding and Eric does not waste a second to quickly push you inside the elevator. You barely get a chance to select the floor and he’s already pressing you against the elevator door, suddenly getting so impatient, almost frantic, as he kisses you deeply. He’s crowding you against the wall completely and you can feel his hard cock on your hip, slightly grinding against you, as if he’s either not realizing he’s doing it or he just can’t help himself.

You really don’t want him to blow it even before you get into the apartment, so the moment the elevator stops and opens the door, you grab Eric’s hand and drag him out. You pull him through the hallway until you get to your door. You’re trying to find the keys in your bag, when you feel Eric his hand on your ass, touching and squeezing and even daring to sneak to rub your pussy from behind over your pants. You can feel it making you wet, but the waves of excitement are distracting you from finding the damn keys so you have to straighten up and push his hand away gently. “Behave,” you say and he immediately sobers up from his excitement a little and silently nods. He’s blushing and his ears are red too, his breathing heavy and bulge in his pants obscenely visible. But he stays still, like on command. “Cute puppy,” flashes through your mind, but you try to ignore that idea.

You fish out the keys with him patiently waiting next to you and open the door to your apartment. It doesn’t take much longer for you to end up with him in your bedroom, leaving only a trail of clothes behind you. You like him more and more the less clothes he’s wearing - even though he’s not tall, he’s nicely muscular and lean and you can’t resist running your hands wherever you can reach. You unbutton his pants and don’t hesitate to stick your hand into his underwear to pull out his cock. It’s a nice size and pretty shape and already leaking so much it gets your hand wet. You tug on his pants and he gets the hint and takes them off, even if it means he has to let go of you for a second.

Because he, on the other hand, is almost ripping the clothes off you and when you’re finally both naked, he pushes you onto your bed. Falling on your back, you move up a little and your legs fall open. He immediately crawls between them, grabs your thighs from under and lowers his head, sticking out his tongue to lick your pussy. The wet and warm feeling is pleasant and on any other occasion you would appreciate it, since you can tell he’s not doing this for the first time. But now, you’re too pent up to want anything else than a good hard fuck and you can tell by how red and wet his cock is that he’s more than ready either.

You grab him by his hair and pull him off your pussy. “Did I say you can do it?” you ask.

His eyes are glassy and his face is flushed. “No but can I? Please? I’m good at it, I can prove it to you,” he pleads, but you have other plans already.

“No.” you smile. “I want you to fuck me already, you can prove yourself there” you say and reach to open your nightstand drawer, to take out a condom. You throw it at him and he catches it, ripping it open to roll it over his cock, while you decide how you want to be fucked. Hmmm. Tonight you’re really in for something fast and hard, so you get up on all fours. “I hope you can do it hard, don’t disappoint me,” you smirk at him and he nods quickly at the instruction, his mouth open in an attempt to focus on the task.

He hurries to situate himself behind you and you can feel his cock slowly push into you. It feels good and once he sees you’re okay, he starts moving.

He doesn’t waste time and works up to a quick tempo quickly. fucking you with deep and fast strokes. You’re so wet the glide is smooth and his cock is perfect to hit all the good spots inside you. He’s holding you firmly by your waist and the whole room echoes just with the sounds of your bodies touching, your moans and his gasps. He even sounds good, his heavy breathing and whimpers sounding so erotic to your ears, he’s not even trying to hide his arousal and excitement.

He really is good, better than you would expect from a young guy and he’s fucking you so thoroughly, you feel like your head is empty and you’re going insane at the same time. You’re getting close and you quickly consider whether you even want to try to rub your clit with your hand to come, because it seems he will be able to get you there by himself.

You’re barely holding on anymore and you’re this close to coming, when he takes one hand off your waist and slaps you over your buttcheek.

“You like when I fuck you this hard, you slut?”

A. What.

You immediately stop and turn back at him. Anger rises in you rapidly, at this dumb college frat boy daring to speak to you like that, as if he imagined he’s in some kind of a porn.

“What the fuck did you say?” you lash out and he stutters.

“I- I’m sorry I-,” he’s all red and before he’s able to finish the sentence you push at his chest so that he falls back and you immediately climb up and sit on him. His cock hasn't softened in the slightest so you just grab it and sit on it, until you’re firmly placed on his lap. He’s still shocked a bit, so you use the chance to take both of his hands and pin him by holding his wrists on the bed above his head. You lean forwards and start riding him, building up the pleasure again - he whines and closes his eyes, but you’re not gonna let him just enjoy it.

“Look at me,” you order and it takes a second, but his eyes flutter open. He’s dazed and you wonder how long it will take to make him cum. Not long, probably.

“Who is the slut now? Huh?” you taunt him, not stopping your movements.

“I- I-..Ah, I am, I am the slut,” he whines. He’s trying to move his hips to thrust up, but you’re riding him so vigorously he has no space or opportunity for it. He can just lie down and take it.

“Yes, that’s exactly what you are, just a breathing dildo for me to use,” you smirk. “Whose slut you are?”

“Y-yours,” he answers and you can tell he’s about to cum already so you speed up.

“Whose?” you slap him over his face.

“Mommy’s! I’m mommy’s slut, ah please,” he sobs and finally closes his eyes and he’s cumming inside the condom, his cock pulsating inside of you.

Seeing him react like that is what brings you over too, and you ride him hard as you cum, squeezing his cock and stopping only when you come to your senses and hear him whine from overstimulation.

You drop on the bed next to him and you’re both just breathing out your orgasms for a few minutes. He cuddles up to you, clearly needing some further contact and you let him hold you by your waist, with his head on your shoulder. You play with his hair to calm him down and you’re not exactly sure what you should do next. Kick him out? Let him stay? You know what you want to do and you also know that it’s not the best idea. And you don't even know his opinion.

But he solves that one for you. He’s already falling asleep, but he raises his head up a little and asks with a sleepy voice:

“Keep me?”

I think I will, puppy.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Kickstart My Heart Pt.II (Kang Yeosang) Rated

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress!/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Light Angst, Crack, 80s Au.

Summary: Getting the chance to spend time alone with Y/N, Yeosang jumps at the opportunity, getting a little more than he bargained for.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Dumb attempts at humor, second hand embarrassment, Lynn is still creepy, slight voyeurism/ exhibitionism, making out in car, heavy petting, allusions to oral (male receiving).

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The two best friends giggled amongst themselves as they entered inside the establishment, hands full of bags that contained to go boxes with several assorted sandwiches, burgers and fries inside of them. Hearing the bell signal customers, the peppy blonde at the front counter looked up from the thick stack of papers in front of her, mouth automatically showcasing her perfect and commercial worthy smile she always used when greeting newcomers or even regulars.

"Good afternoon what can-" Her expression immediately soured, smile fading and in its place puckered lips took shape.

"Oh... it's just you two." She drawled out the last words, eyes rolling as she peered back at the papers she was busy with.

Looking over at each other, Lynn simply shrugged her shoulders as one of her eyebrows raised up in puzzlement. Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't contain the soft snort that passed through her tight sealed lips, the sound coming out more like a goofy raspberry that further irritated the girl at the counter.

"Hey Sora. How's your day going so far?" Y/N tried to make conversation, but it was obvious the girl wasn't having it, blatantly ignoring both of them as her hand scribbled even faster, pages being turnt at a fast speed. Shifting awkwardly in her stance, Y/N turned her head to look at her friend, who merely shook her head, face clearly indicating to her to not try to act nicer and to simply get to the point of why they had come all the way to the workshop.

"Are the boys still here?"

With a few muttered grumbles, Sora lifted her pen and pointed it behind her towards the door that led to the garage, silently answering where the mentioned individuals currently were.

"Thanks."

Sora let out a scoff as the two girls made their past the counter, annoyed ever so vastly by the fact she had no authority nor power to forbid them from going to the back. Being friends with Wooyoung and the rest of the gang, obviously they got special privileges that allowed them to come and go as they pleased not only in the shop but also down at the tracks. And frankly Sora hated it, hence why she didn't refrain from demonstrating her hostility towards Y/N and Lynn, but especially towards the latter for more personal and complicated reasons that everyone was aware of but Lynn herself.

"I don't know why you go out of your way to be friendly towards her. She's been needing to take a chill pill ever since high school." Lynn retorted. Putting down the bags she was carrying for a moment, she pulled the sides of her oversized denim jacket back over her shoulders, the top having slipped off rather uncomfortably on her torso.

"Honestly?...... merely to piss her off." Y/N snickered maliciously, her true intentions finally coming to light.

"Well I'd say you do a fantastic job then. She just takes one look at you and her blood is boiling." Lynn pointed out as she picked up the bags once more.

"Trust me Lynn, you anger her more than I do." Thay statement made the petite girl do a double take at the office behind them.

"Me? Whatever did I do to Barbie?" She questioned, never once recalling a moment where she even spoke two words to the preppy girl that wasn't a casual greeting or goodbye.

Y/N looked with a deadpanned expression to her friend.

"You seriously don't- you know what? Never mind."

Not wanting to waste time trying to explain to her frequently unobservant buddy why Sora had a price on her head, Y/N just quickly rushed over towards the group of men huddled around the red Ferrari F40, one of them hidden underneath it, no doubt in the process of checking or fixing minor issues. Seeing the girls approaching them, all of the boys quickly sprang to life, Wooyoung leading the entourage as they came up towards them.

"So our lovely diner girls actually decided to join us for a movie night. I knew you guys couldn't resist my deadly charm."

Not only were the girls unamused by his little joke, but even his friends behind him shook their heads, disapproving greatly of his overly confident and light narcissistic attitude that he exuded at times.

"I only came cause I am not going to spend a perfectly good Friday night cooped up in my house watching Dynasty." Y/N firmly stated, shutting down any further attempts of flirting directed towards her.

"I like to see people get stabbed or gutted to death."

Cringing at the macabre girl's overly calm response, Wooyoung tilted his head back and looked at the tallest member of the gang, nose crinkling significantly as he silently mouthed a few words over to him, deeply questioning his friend's taste. Said friend simply shrugged and stepped up closer towards the girls, not surprising anyone that he'd pick a stance that had him facing Lynn from the front as he always liked to do.

"Well I'm just really happy you guys decided to join us. I thought you would be happy at knowing it was a horror film."

Not too far behind him, San and Mingi were already giggling amongst themselves, sending each other signals and jokingly theorizing how the night was going to go like.

"I am exceedingly happy Yunho. My body is so filled with joy and immense contentment that I can hardly keep myself from grinning." Despite the jubilant sentence, Lynn's face displayed absolutely no emotion and her raspy and low toned voice was still as monotone and lifeless as it tended to be. Yunho's bright smile nearly faltered, feet rocking back and forth awkwardly as he did not know how to proceed after such a statement. Luckily Mingi stepped in and changed the topic.

"Please tell me there's food in those bags and that we can have some." He pointed to one of the many bags that the girls were carrying.

Lifting one hand up then the other, Y/N shook the contents lightly.

"Your favorites." She chuckled when San came up and tightly squeezed her body into a hug.

"This is why I love you both." Y/N did not mind the slightest bit when he suddenly pulled her face towards his, mouth pressing hard and intense pecks on her cheek repeatedly as a show of gratitude. She was so used to his affectionate nature.

Turning around, Wooyoung cupped his hands over his mouth so that his voice could resonate loudly.

"Yeosang quit tinkering with it already! You're going to get dirty and we have a movie to catch." He shouted at whom the girls presumed was under the race car.

"You literally have speakers built into your vocal chords, there was no need for that makeshift megaphone." Lynn grumbled at him, causing the male next to her to burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Speakers built in hie vocal chords. Good one." Lifting his hand up, Yunho held it up towards Lynn, expecting her to high five him back but was instead met with her cold, squinting eyes that inspected his palm.

"Your aura is overly forced....and you have leftover grease on your hand." She looked away after finishing that sentence. Hearing her say that made Yunho instantly check his hand, immediately wiping it off on his jeans as he mentally slapped himself for looking like an idiot in front of the girl he fancied.

Not paying mind to whatever was happening around her, Y/N's eyes were glued on the figure that emerged from under the car. She couldn't help but admire the strong and buff biceps that were peeking out of the plain white tshirt the man was wearing, sleeves slightly rolled up above his shoulders. The angelic face belonging to him looked even more dazzling due to the light sheen of sweat around his temples, no doubt caused by the work he was doing. Even as he reached for one of the cleaning towels so he could wipe the grime and oil off his hands, Y/N continued to gaze at Yeosang, mind already conjuring up many ideas and fantasies with him as the main protagonist.

"Oh sweetie, you're not making this any easier." She mused inwardly, one of her fingers twirling a strand of her hair.

Discarding the rag on one of the toolboxes nearby, Yeosang carefully approached the group of friends, still awkward in interacting with all of them, trait that only helped in making him stand out like a sore thumb, more than he already did. Clamping a hand over his new buddy's shoulder, Wooyoung brought a hand up and patted one of his squishy cheeks.

"Now that you're finally here we can go." Looking around, Wooyoung gestured around.

"So who's riding with who?"

Immediately Yunho turned his face towards the girl next to him, about to voice out his want of having her in his car, but it seemed as if his plans would fall through as Mingi latched an arm around him.

"I'm going with Yunho." He seemed determined not to let go of him.

"Why? So you can cling to him during the scary parts?" A chorus of laughter poured out at San's amusing words.

"As if!" Mingi huffed, though it was more than obvious to everyone that it was precisely as San had predicted.

"Mingi... I was kinda hoping I could... you know?" Yunho tilted his head over to Lynn, making him get the picture of what he wanted.

"Whatever happened to bros before hoes?" Mingi sighed as he detached himself from Yunho.

"Ok then. Yunho you go with Mingi, San you can take the girls and I'll keep Sangie here company since he's still a little bit shy you know."

It seemed as if it was all decided about how their night was going to run, so Y/N knew she had to speak up and take the opportunity before it was all settled.

"Why don't I ride with Yeosang instead?"

Hearing her suggestion, the male in question widened his eyes in shock, not expecting her to voice that out loud. Even Wooyoung found it slightly odd and suspicious that she'd say that. But then he remembered the type of girl Y/N was and it started to set off alarm bells in his mind.

"Oh it's ok Y/N. You probably won't like to have him scream in your ear and cover his eyes like a baby at the jump scares." Not taking kindly to such blasphemous talk about him that painted an inaccurate picture.

But Y/N remained undeterred. She would stand her ground no matter what.

"Oh please, I insist. I'd love to take care of him..." She did not hide the sultry way she said that last part, eyes locked on Yeosang's, the boy swallowing hard and pressing himself further into Wooyoung's side. Wanting to bargain even further, Y/N took hold of her friend.

"How about this? Lynn goes with Yunho and Mingi, you ride with San and I get Yeosang?"

San cupped a hand over his mouth to muffle the laugh he wanted so desperately to release.

"I don't think it's just him she wants to get." He chuckled to himself.

"You're seriously leaving me alone with these 2 giants?" Lynn pointed to the two men at her right, one of which obviously was more than willing to welcome the arrangement.

"I promise Mingi won't disturb you too much with his crying." Yunho swore to her, hand coming up to clasp around Mingi's mouth when he attempted to protest that decision.

Wooyoung looked over to Yeosang, leaning in and dropping his voice so that only he could hear.

"If you don't want to, just say the word and I'll get her off your case." He offered. Although they had only met just a couple days ago, Wooyoung felt compelled and obligated to look out for the new boy, even if it meant protecting him from his other friends.

Knowing that he probably shouldn't and that it was a bad idea, Yeosang glanced over at Y/N. Meeting her eager eyes and cunning smile, any resolve to stay close to Wooyoung was immediately dispelled from his mind. He might never get another opportunity such as was presented to him and he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he was rather curious to find out more about the young vixen that he had heard so much about since he moved into town. With an assured smile that slightly worried Wooyoung, Yeosang stepped forward and held out his hand towards Y/N.

"Shall we get going then?"

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Unable to focus his attention towards the gigantic screen right in front of him, Yeosang slumped down further in his seat, fingers tugging his red sweater over his body. Every few seconds or so, he'd turn his head to peer at the girl on the passenger seat, looking exceedingly calm and collected unlike him. He was overly anxious to the point his food was still untouched, sitting in the backseat, long forgotten. Y/N, although collected, was bored out of her mind, elbow rested on the window, head being supported on her palm as her eyes never lingered away from the gore filled scenes being displayed across from them. There was a deafening silence inside the black Iroc Camaro, the tension between both individuals becoming increasingly thick.

Becoming desperate after 40 minutes of not getting him to make a move or even attempt to break the ice, she decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. Unzipping her green varsity jacket, Y/N began to slide it off her shoulders, revealing the low cut crop tank that she was hiding thus far.

"It's so hot today, don't you think?" She asked him as she tossed the clothing item behind her before settling back into her seat, fighting hard to keep her signature smirk off her face.

If he wasn't feeling hot before, Yeosang certainly started to feel heated after she had taken off her jacket. His hand reached out to grab the cup of soda in the cup holder, gulping most of the contents and ice down to help cool him down. He made an effort not to glance back at his companion anymore, knowing if he did he would have been unable to keep his eyes off her chest. Although it was dark and he turned away almost immediately, he had not missed the fact that she had chosen not to wear a bra, her nipples slightly poking out through the thin and flimsy shirt that even slowed one to make out the outline of her areolas. It was definitely a weakness of his, and Y/N was quick to find that out. Thumb coming up to her mouth, she began biting down on the nail to keep from giggling at Yeosang's reaction. He was devastatingly adorable with his wide eyes and stiffened posture, knee restlessly bouncing up in an agitated fashion. Looking in between his legs, she felt disappointed that she hadn't caused enough damage to earn a tent forming in his pants. He obviously knew how to calm himself in time. That wasn't enough to make her give up. On the contrary, it only hardened her resolve to get him to break.

Letting out an overly dramatic sigh, she reached her hands inside of her tank top. Cupping her breasts in her palms, she started off with slow movements, massaging them gently. Her eyelids started to flutter, closing only briefly as very faint and soft sighs were being exhaled through her nose. Although it was mostly done to tease the boy next to her, she got carried away and started to become more and more turned on with what she was doing. Each time she'd purposefully pinch and pull at her hardening peaks, a muffled whine would be heard coming from her throat, legs starting to spread inch by inch as her planters started to stick against her core.

Opening her eyes and tilting her head, she witnessed Yeosang's astounded expression that also held some lust in it. He was no longer sipping from his drink, but rather his teeth and tongue were merely toying around with the blue plastic straw as the grip on the base of the cup was lightly crushing it. The movie ultimately failed its purpose of keeping him distracted as his attention had fully diverted over to the sexy girl next to him, watching intently as she pleasured herself, wishing that it were his hands instead that were ministering such devotion to her breasts.

"Wanna be a doll and help me out here?" It seemed as if she had read his mind.

Without even a second of hesitation, Yeosang reached down and adjusted his seat back as far as it could go. Jumping at the invitation, Y/N climbed on top of him until she was straddling his lap. Yeosang's hands eagerly clasped around her waist, thumbs circling on the skin of her exposed abdomen. Cupping his cheeks, Y/N leaned her face down and harshly entangled her lips over his own. Yeosang hummed softly as he tasted the remnants of her cherry flavored chapstick, head tilting back when one of her hands tugged at his hair. His hands didn't hesitate to trail up and cup her mounds through her shirt, taking over the job that was previously being done by the owner's hands. Her insistent mouth parted his trembling lips, tongue poking out ever so slowly until it began divulging in the sweet taste of his wet cavern. Although he was no stranger to French kissing, Yeosang had never experienced a makeout session as intense as the one Y/N offered. She was very skilled and experienced, as proven by the swirl and swivel of her tongue against his own. He couldn't stop the moans pouring out from inside him, his hips bucking up into hers as if on instinct while his hands became more harsh and aggressive as they grasped at her breasts with near ferocity. Y/N would only pull away from their kiss for a few seconds to allow him to catch his breath before her lips lured him back into her. It was finally dawning on Yeosang's mind why so many men became captivated by her charms, even when knowing what the outcome would be. Here he was, the most lovely and hottest girl he'd ever met in his life, on his lap, making out with her while simultaneously getting to second base. He felt so damn lucky. But Y/N wanted to take it up a notch, not satisfied with ending the night with just heavy petting.

Sliding off his lap, she suprised him when she took hold of his belt and began to take it off him. Getting an inkling as to what she might have had in mind, Yeosang took hold of her wrist, making her head shot up at him.

"Is something wrong?" She began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Had she really fucked things up already.

Yeosang turned beet red as he swallowed harshly, trying hard to form the words his head was attempting to sought.

"Are you.... are you a virgin?" She felt like she would have died if the answer was yes.

Seeing her worried face, Yeosang quickly shook his head.

"No! I'm most certainly not a virgin." He sounded almost offended at the insinuation, but it helped calm Y/N down, releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"I just...I've never tried...that before."

His confession just made him cuter in her eyes, previous desire to corrupt and play with him only heightening to new levels after that revelation. Wanting to entice him, she moved her hand to cup at his bulge, loving the way he immediately gasped when she started palming him through his jeans. He bit down at his lip so harshly he believed it would draw blood. He wouldn't contain himself as he bucked his hips up into her palm, desperately wanting her to help him out with his problem. When her fingers reached for his zipper again, he didn't stop her, he merely lifted his hips up to help her as she pulled his pants down by the belt loops, his hardened cock popping out to greet her, surprising her when she noticed how large and thick it was, the head leaking with precum which she used to her advantage and began spreading it down his shaft. The contact of her hand gripping him had Yeosang shuddering, low groaning spilling out his lips. Looking up at him with a devilish grin, Y/N began lowering her head until her lips brushed against his tip.

"Just sit back and relax pretty boy."

A raspy wheeze was caught in Yeosang's throat as soon as he felt her warm mouth on his length, hands flying behind him to clutch at the leather seat of the car. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt so dirty, so wrong and yet he wanted it. He wanted her........

He didn't care if he was playing with fire and he'd get burned by the end of it.

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frunbuns · 4 years

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Dolores

How could he be so naive to think they’d take back a broken mannequin riddled with bullet holes? He’s such an idiot.

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Five isn’t exactly sure how he got roped into this. Actually, that’s not true. He does know. He needs new clothes. He just wishes he wasn’t here right now.

He only agreed because Allison and Vanya had been so insistent on getting him normal clothes. And they were right. He was getting pretty sick of the school uniform. And it helped a lot that Delores was at that store. He misses her. A lot.

He did however, not agree to all the other siblings tagging along as well. He’d rather be without that circus. But it was too late now. It could be worse. And they could probably use some family bonding time anyway. Even though he can’t stand them sometimes, there is nothing he wouldn’t do for them.

The store isn’t too crowded. Thank god. It has to be strange to see all of them walking in together though. They’re a bit of a mess, to put it lightly.

This wasn’t exactly the place Allison had in mind, but Five might not have agreed if it wasn’t here. At the store where Delores “lives” or whatever he called it.

“C'mon, let’s go,” Allison says, basically dragging him after her. “Boy’s section is over here.”

Five sighs as his sisters drags him through the store and dozens of clothing racks before he even has time to think about seeing Delores. He’ll just talk to her afterwards.

“Maybe we’ll find something that fits Luther?” Klaus ponders out loud, making the others (except Luther) snort in amusement.

Five rolls his eyes, but smiles nonetheless. He’d never admit it, but he really missed this. Even if it was annoying sometimes. This was what he had spent the last 45 years of his life working to get back to. He wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.

They come to a halt at the 13-15 section, bordering adult and 10-12, or whatever it is. He hates everything he sees.

“We could probably get stuff from the adult section, but I think we’ll have the most luck here,” Allison says, oblivious to his attitude towards the array of clothes. Vanya nods examining their choices.

“I doubt you’ll find anything that fits there since he’s so small,” Diego says, earning a light shove from Five.

“I’m not that small!” He retorts back. “I’m taller than Vanya!”

Diego raises his hands in mock surrender, a smug smile on his face. “Barely.”

Klaus laughs, making the faintest of smiles appear on Five’s face.

“See anything you like?” Vanya asks, bringing them back to what they came here for.

“No.”

Vanya blinks, looking a bit dumbfounded by his statement. “Nothing?” She asks.

Five shakes his head, stuffing his hands in his short’s pockets. He glances around again, but finds that nothing catches his attention, just like before.

He’s never been clothes shopping before. At the academy they just wore their uniforms and in the apocalypse he took what he could find to survive. The winters were cold and the summers full of ash and a burning sun. He spent time worrying about heatstrokes and hypothermia. What the clothes looked like never mattered.

The sweltering summers and freezing winters is defintley not something he misses.

Vanya pulls out a blue tshirt with some text about playing video games on from one of the racks and looks it over before showing it to Five. “What about this one?” She asks, cocking her head.

He raises an unimpressed brow as he looks at it.

“If you think I’d be caught dead wearing that you truly are the dumbest member of this family,” He says, gesturing to it with his right hand. “Which says something because Luther here–”

“Okay, we get it!” Luther sighs, expassarated.

“Aww, don’t be such a grump, Five,” Diego says in a teasing tone. “You can go see your girlfriend afterwards.”

Five shoots him a death glare, but doesn’t say anything. Diego grins at him innocently before sauntering off claiming he needs to get some stuff for himself.

And suddenly it’s just Five, Vanya and Allison. They find some clothes for him eventually. It’s not much, but it’s a start at least.

He’s just glad he doesn’t have to wear the uniform anymore. People have called him a little school boy too many times. Delores would be happy that he didn’t have to wear that stupid uniform anymore too.

He wonders if she misses him as much as he misses her.

Allison pays. Of course she does. She’s the one in the family with the most money, even though their father left them all a pretty hefty sum after he died. It might be the mother in her. Even though it can be annoying at times, he appreciates it. In her defence he does look like a child.

Five is excited to see her. He wonders how she’s been. Of the store workers have been treating her and her friends well. He wonders what she’s wearing. He’d told them she liked sequence.

He wonders if they listened to him.

His feet take him there pretty much automatically. Like muscle memory. He walks with practically a skip in his steps, like a child. Allison and Vanya behind, struggling to keep up with him, but not complaining either.

They’re talking and smiling and Five realises that they’ve never actually met Delores. All his brothers have, in one way, shape or form. He hopes they like her. And that Delores likes them.

He comes to a sudden halt when he spots the podium she usually stands, breath hitching in his throat. Vanya and Allison almost crashes into him. Their chatter dies off.

His heart sinks. Arms falling limp to his sides and the smile he wore just seconds ago, dropping.

“Five?” He feels a hand on his shoulder. “Is everything alright?” He looks up only to be met with the concerned faces of his sisters. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“She–” He starts. “She’s not–”

“What?” Vanya asks.

“She– She’s not there!”

Delores isn’t there. This is her spot, but she’s not here. And neither are her friends. Instead, 3 white, faceless mannequins stand in their place.

His breath catches in his throat.

“Are you sure?” Allison asks. “Maybe she’s just somewhere else?”

He shakes his head, blinking away the stinging sensation in his eyes and swallows thickly. This is her spot. He’s 100% certain this is her spot. If she was somewhere else he would have seen her. His shoulders slump.

They try to find her anyway, searching every part of the store, Five growing more and more upset for every second. In the end the trio ends up at the same place they started with no promising results.

Five looks up at the mannequins seething. Traitors, his brain says. How dare they? This was– is her spot.

“What’s going on?” It’s Diego. He’s holding a packet of black socks in his hand.

“It’s Delores.”

Diego’s expression falls. “Oh,” He mumbles then. “Oh no.”

“Yeah,” Allison replies, sadly. “We’ve looked everywhere. They must have thrown her out or something.”

“That sucks,” Diego says, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, bro.”

Five sniffles, his face crumbling. He can’t stop his lips from quivering and when Allison sees that she’s quick to envelope him in a firm, motherly hug. The bag of his new clothes dropped to the ground by her feet. Five doesn’t fight her, instead choosing to wrap his arms tightly around her and bury his face in her shirt.

In the apocalypse, when he’d found his siblings buried in the rubble he’d had no one. He’d cried for what felt like a week straight. Until his voice was raw and barely usable (not that anyone was there to hear him though). And then he’d found her. And suddenly he wasn’t so lonely anymore.

He’d been so young and scared then.

“I’m so sorry,” She says, stroking his hair.

At that he completely crumbles. It’s as if the dam breaks, choked sobs muffled by the fabric of Allison’s clothes.

How could he be so naive to think they’d take back a broken mannequin riddled with bullet holes? He’s such an idiot.

It’s frankly quitw embarrassing. This whole ordeal. They way he’s just bawling his eyes out in the middle of a store for everyone to see, but he can’t help it. He’d blink out of the store, but Allison’s embrace is so warm and comforting and he doesn’t want to be alone. So he stays.

It doesn’t take long before Klaus and Luther to notice something was up and come over to them as well. In Klaus’ hand was a huge knitted sweater. No doubt something he had found for Luther. It’s soon forgotten as the scene unravels before them.

“What happened?” Luther asks, looking worriedly over his siblings.

Vanya puts her hands in her jacket pockets and looks up at him with sad eyes. “It’s Delores.”

Luther’s eyes widen, eyebrows raising, in surprise. He looks down at Five who’s currently soaking Allison’s clothes with his crocodile tears and then looks back at Vanya, mouth opening in the form of an ‘o’.

“Oh, Buddy,” Klaus coos, patting his back as a means of comfort. “I’m sorry.”

For once Five doesn’t care about whatever stupid nickname Klaus has called him.

His sobs subside eventually, turning into small sniffles. His hold on Allison slackens slightly, but he doesn’t let go.

“Excuse me, is something wrong?”

One of the employees has come over to them. She looks concerned and a little bit uncomfortable as she greets them.

Vanya shakes her head, but Diego interreups her before she can even speak. His protective nature taking over. He’s always felt like he needed to protect everyone. Even when they don’t need it.

“Actually,” He says, crossing his arms. “You wouldn’t happen to know what happened to the mannequins that used to be here?”

The girl looks at him baffled. “Uh, I think we threw them out.” She answers, looming more than just a little bit puzzled at his strange question.

Diego sighs dejectedly, but nods. “Thanks, that’s all,” He replies with a smile, albeit sadly. She smiles at him and leaves. Once she’s gone he pats Five’s back. “Let’s go home, huh?”

Five nods and they all leave the store. Five with tear stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, Allison’s arm around him.

“It’s gonna be okay, Five,” Allison says. “Just think about all the good memories you have of her.”

Five sniffles, but nods.

At least he’s not alone. He has his family. And they care about him just as much as he cares about them. He’s not alone.

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imrules answer 21 questions and tag 21 ppl you wanna know better

tagged by: @wlwpermista

nickname: I go by Penn online usually, but most just call me idiot

zodiac: Capricorn

height: 5″5 last I measured? Many years ago?

last movie i saw: How to Train Your Dragon! Rewatching before #3 comes out!

last thing i googled: A merlin fic for answering an ask on another blog

favorite musician: Aw frick. Depends on the genre? Scottish rock probably Runrig? But I also like Tide Lines. And I also like all the musicals. And Irish. And Indie. oof, I can’t choose

song stuck in my head: Dragonfall by Clockwork Dolls, I’ve been listening to it on loop lately lol

other blogs: I have my main blog, @go-to-helvetica and I co-mod a merlin fic red blog

do i get asks: Not for a while, but I’m always accepting prompts for drabbles :)

following: 540 oof

followers: on this blog? More than I expected, for sure

amount of sleep: Either too much or never

lucky number: 27, because of the Fall Out Boy song

what im wearing rn: It’s very early so I’m in pyjamas aka a Hogwarts shirt and basketball shorts

dream job: A writer, or just to work in an old bookshop in a small town in Scotland, probably lots of cats.

dream trip: Scotland! Or New Zealand. Or Japan. I have no chill.

favorite food: I’m gonna say pasta bc it’s what I make most often, but I like sushi when I have it

play any instruments: I play piano and I know a couple songs on recorder B)

languages: English, Hebrew, and I’m learning Italian in school. I can also probably pretend to know French

favourtie songs: Dragonfall by Clockwork Dolls, Dreams We Never Lost by Tide Lines, the entirety of the Hadestown soundtrack

random fact: I have 2 turtles named Merlin and Mordred and they are my children <3

your aesthetic: Sort of punk with leather jackets and combat boots, but also any jeans and tshirts I stole from my bro lol

Idk if I know 21 people, but I’ll tag: @biadora @wlwdragonshera @wlw-adoraa @its-majestic @bisexualfrankenstein @saint-of-the-iron-sun @pbeltarts @she-ra-ra-ro-ma-ma

#questions #get to know me #not she ra #I tagged many people #I may not really know some of you lol #how's it going?#how's life?#nice to meet you

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Haven DVD Commentaries: 3.11 - Last Goodbyes

Commentary with Brian Millikin and Shernold Edwards, writers for this episode.

These two are really funny together. This is mix of summary and direct quotes and conversations that are not-necessarily word-for-word quotes. I hope it all makes sense! There is some interesting stuff about deleted scenes, which I’m hoping will be in the deleted scenes section of the DVD when I get there :)

The “Last Goodbyes” title is a reference to “the Smith’s song because it’s girlfriend in a coma, so it’s kind of a giveaway for what’s going on in the episode if you’re extraordinarily familiar with The Smiths.”

BM: This is sad because it’s Bree Williamson/Claire Callahan’s last episode; everyone on set was very sad. And so we had to walk a tightrope for this whole episode with the writing because Claire had been killed off-screen before this episode, so every line in this epsiode had to work both for legitimate Claire and also for the skinwalker pretending to be Claire. And the whole trick of this episode was that we wanted to make it not-obvious that Claire was who the skin-walker had taken. SE: My mom was actually really mad. We did such a good job of getting to know and like Claire up to this point that my mom called me to ask me why we had killed the cute redhead. BM: Well it was tough because we sort of always kill Audrey’s friends, and Claire had been the best of the friends we’d given Audrey so far. And by design we had them be partners throughout this episode. BM: And the sad thing was that we all really liked Bree, the actor playing Claire, but we had written the part before she was even cast, knowing that at this point in the season she would have been replaced by the skin walker.

The “King Bros.” name [of the abandoned factory where they found the skinwalker parts] was a Stephen King reference.

Both agree the episode worked out well and that they owe a lot for that to the director for the episode; the first episode of Haven he’s directed and they hope he will do more. They are particularly pleased with the look of the episode and this comes from the director having previously been a camera operator and director of photography for a long time.

BM: [As Audrey hangs up the phone to Nathan and we see her lock the door to her apartment] We are getting close to one of the many painfully-deleted scenes in this episode. This was one of my favourite ones, and this whole sequence would have made a bit more sense if the cut scene had been included. [It would have come between when we see her getting home, and waking up on the sofa with a gun in her hand.] She falls asleep with the gun in her hand because she had been freaked out because there had been a knock on the door and it was Duke but she was afraid because she doesn’t know who the skinwalker is yet, and she can’t quite trust if it’s Duke or not. And Duke tries to appeal to her from outside the door but she won’t let him in and he kind of gets it, and turns around and walks away. It was really moving. But it might have confused people because all the flashbacks in this episode take place right before that scene.

SE: [As Audrey is finding the first unconscious person] This was a really beautiful day - the weather there is notoriously changeable but this was a lovely day in Lunenberg. BM: There was a lot of talk about how this car could have come to a complete stop there if the driver had passed out. Was he already in park, what happened? So, we really just hoped that no one noticed. SE: I have a fun fact about Audrey’s outfit here. It was so hot this day in August that the hoodie she’s wearing under her jacket has been jerry rigged; they cut the back out and tied it back up to turn it into a halter “so that she wouldn’t sweat her little adorable face off.”

BM: So let’s talk about the idea for this episode; way back in season one, we started a master list of episode ideas and some form of this episode was always one of them, as “Coma Guy.” [This story gets finished in a little bit ;)]

BM: And here is our first flashback. And it was so controversial to try to sell everyone on the idea of doing all the flashbacks in this episode. But we had to do it because there would be no other way to break up the monotony of the Coma Haven with her and Will walking around town all day; we needed to cut away to something, but everyone was asleep. SE: And you had to fight most of those fights because I was on set for epsiodes 3.07 and 3.08, crying my eyes out at how great it was and also how challenging it is to be on set. BM: Well our script co-ordinator Nick Parker and I are both big Lost fans, so we understood how flashbacks structure works and by the end of this everyone else did too. And when we come back from this flashback, is Painfully Deleted Scene number two. Also written by Shernold. I really hope it’s on the DVD somehow, because what you’re missing here is a very tender scene where Audrey is still beside a sleeping Nathan, she picks up his coat and she folds it into a pillow for him and puts it under his head while talking to him. And it’s the first time she’s ever really been able to talk to Nathan this season because they’ve sort of had some issues up to this point. And she opens up a little bit becuase he’s asleep. And it was one of my favourite scenes in the episode. And it was one of Emily’s favourites to shoot. SE: It was! And she was adorable in it. BM: It was great. Some people were worried because she had this big monologue and was just going to be giving this big speech. But it was fantastic.

BM: [As we meet Will] So this is Nolan North, who is a terrific guy, an even better actor, and we were super-lucky to get him. His voice might be familiar to people because he is the George Clooney of video games. And one of the things Emily is most known for is the video game series Uncharted; she does all the voice work for the lead female character, and the lead male in the series is this guy, Nolan North. And the two of them are terrific together in it. SE: They had a really great chemisty on set. And, Emily is always great, but her performance in this episode is elevated because of the friendship between these two. He spent the whole time on set just bugging her like a brother; it was fun to watch and it was fun to work with them. And he is always entertaining. He is so nice. And so happy in what he does. BM: He told me that he was really touched that we had basically written this role for him. And it was a great opportunity because we had wanted to get him on the show for a long time. So [to get back to the story of how the episode came about] one of the reasons we hadn’t done the Coma Guy episode is that we knew it would have a big guest star; this is the biggest guest star role we’ve ever had on the show - maybe even too big, so we didn’t quite know how to pull it off. And we didn’t know what we would cut away to. So the Coma Guy idea sat on the shelf for a long time. And then we came to 3.11 and we knew Audrey would have a problem where she was facing this big sacrifice that she’d just learned about that she would have to go into the barn and go away for 27 years, so she was debating this internally. And at the same time, I thought what if she ended up getting involved with this Coma Guy who is kind of facing the same sort of sacrifice. So Shernold and I talked about this as something we could do for 3.11 and figured that we needed something to cut away to and then we have the skinwalker investigation that’s going on. So it all kind of came together. And so going back to Nolan, we had wanted for a long time to try to get him on the show, really since we cast Emily. And so as soon as we had the idea for this episode, we thought; let’s try to get him. And we did, and we were able to get him based on a one-sentence pitch for the episode. So we wrote the outline, and the script, with him already cast. Which never happens for guest stars. So we were able to write it with his voice in mind. SE: It was really cool because we took a chance with a lot of jokes and we knew that he could do them. And part of being on set for me is, you’re up at 4am and a line comes to you and you think it’s the stupidest line ever but you’re too sleepy to think of something else. And then you get on set and the actor just nails it and makes you feel like you know what you’re doing. BM: Yeah, Nolan definitely made us look a lot better. So how he’s not already the star of his own show, I’m not sure. But it will happen. And maybe he will even come back to Haven, because he’s still alive. We gave him the job of an archeologist and were like; maybe we can wake him up and use his archeology skills. Although that’s really also an Uncharted reference that he has that job. SE: And I tried to do an Indiana Jones joke [in reference to Uncharted] but it got cut. BM: Yes, our favourite scenes aren’t the only thing that get cut; our favourite jokes get cut too. But, as an Uncharted fan, it was great to see these two together in reality / live action for the first time. And the crew loved Nolan too. SE: They did. They were really mad at us after this episode I bet, because Bree was gone and then we paracuted in this dream of a guy and took him away.

BM: I had really wanted to find some way to get a scene between Will and Nathan. That would have been really cool to have the two men in Emily’s life in her two different jobs. But no; he’s just asleep at his desk the whole time.

BM: We should talk about the tshirt Will is wearing because this is probably the most involved in wardrobe we’ve ever been. And I think a version of that tshirt actually exists; we had to fight with Legal to get it cleared. So we were able to do it but we couldn’t have the droid looking like anything that has anything to do with Star Wars. And I think I did ruffle some feathers in our art department when I vetoed the first two designs. But we also got involved in the hair in this episode because Emily wanted to have her hair down in these scenes [with Will] because in Uncharted with Nolan her hair is always up. And it had to be different from the flashbacks so then her hair is up and it became this whole big thing.

The idea for the sports team mascot based on a ram comes from the fact that Nolan (and also Brian and script co-ordinator Nick Parker) went to the University of North Carolina, where they also have a ram mascot for their basketball team.

[As Duke is telling Audrey what happened when they went to Colorado, the commentary is discussing how this is the first time the script has really been able to look at Duke/Audrey since the kiss happened, which was a scene that Shernold also wrote.] BM: The Daudrey fans, I think they’re called, or Team Waffles really loved this scene. And I think they feel that Shernold is the representative of Team Waffles. SE: I kind of am the representative of Team Waffles. I will go on record for Duke and Audrey. And I feel like in this scene Claire feels the same way. BM: Yeah. And how funny is Claire in this scene. I think I’m on Team French Toast, by the way. SE: Who is Team French Toast? BM: I haven’t figured that out yet. It might have been Chris Brody.

[As Will and Audrey come into the Gull] BM: Remember all the talk we had about how because we were coming out of that flashback off of Duke we wanted to come into a shot of Duke, so planned to do a shot of Eric with a guitar but we didn’t have time to shoot it, so that was a photo of Eric that he just had of himself playing guitar - and you can’t even tell it was him. Very upsetting.

SE: Look how great Emily’s bum is. Cute and compact; it’s adorable.

[As we flashback to Nathan’s interview] BM: All these scenes are nice. We never get the chance to have these characters just sit down and talk it out.

They talk about how this was a nice episode to produce; one of the most produceable episodes ever. “I don’t remember standing outside in the rain at all. We spent a lot of time in the studio.”

BM: Remember there was a version of this scene where in order to prove this was really Nathan, Claire was stood behind him with a pin - or actually with a thumb tack as a reference to season one episode twelve where he talked about how Duke used to do that to him when he was a kid. SE: And wardrobe blew their minds. I think we cut it for many reasons, but wardrobe just lost their minds over that.

[As we see Audrey breaking into Will’s house] BM: One of the many tragedies of this episode is that once he goes back into the coma, no one knows what happened here. So one day his brother and sister are going to come round and see that someone broke into his house, and they won’t know what happened. [And then there is some discussion about how maybe Audrey would have told them, in the hospital.]

Brian comments on the American money that we see on Will’s desk, and Shernold (who is Canadian) replies; Yeah, yeah. Canadian money is prettier, and it smells like maple syrup.

[As Audrey has her gun pointed at Will, thinking that he is the skin walker] BM: This moment will always be dear to me, because this is the moment that we solved the episode. Because, everyone understood the coma idea, and everyone understood the skin walker plot, but no one understood how they would come together. And we didn’t either. But it was Lila Zuckerman who saved it, she was like; ‘What if at one point she thinks that Will is the skin walker?’ And I was just like, ‘Oh my god. I think you are my hero.’ And the puffin earrings where just kind of a placeholder, but they stayed. We needed something there were two of so that one could be at the crime scene and one at his house, so we figured earrings. And it needed to be something unique so we thought puffins, because puffins are common in Nova Scotia where we shoot. But we were like; ‘We’ll come up with something better than puffin earrings’. SE: But we didn’t. BM: I think it worked out. SE: I like puffins. Puffin is like Hufflepuff; it makes you smile when you say it. BM: I had talked about it with some people in Nova Scotia and said I thought we could get away with the puffin earring if we made it a joke about the puffins, because it’s so ridiculous that we’re talking about puffin earrings really seriously. But they take their puffins very seriously. They were like, ‘But why would you joke about a puffin?’

[We flashback to Claire and Audrey interviewing Vince and Dave. And Brian and Shernold both laugh at Claire’s expression stretched out on the table] BM: You know, I still have plan to bring Claire back to life. Primarily because of her in this scene right here. We had wanted for a long time to have separate Vince and Dave interogations. But we didn’t have time to do it, which was too bad. In fact there is a deleted scene later, deleted from the script, but originally at the end of this scene they clammed up. They wouldn’t tell Audrey what Tommy was asking them about because he was asking about the barn, and they don’t want her to know about barn stuff yet. And so she was like; ‘You guys aren’t telling me anything; you’re going to jail.’ And they get thrown into the jail cell. And for a while she thinks that one of them is the skin walker, which helped a lot to throw the suspicion off Claire for a little while. And then later on she goes and lets them out after they tell her a bit more truth. But we didn’t have time for that, so we cut that scene out, which changed this scene - and it was just kind of brutal. Although I like her saying that final line there (“You’re not telling me everything. Again.”)

[As we see Audrey showing Will Erin’s body] BM: I appreciate Nolan North in this scene. And he is one of the few people who understood the buried Batman reference here, where he talks about the movie that they just went to see. There was only one movie that ever occurred to me; they had to have gone to see the Mark of Zorro, because as Batman fans know, the famous backstory of Batman is that his parents were murdered outside of a movie theatre having just gone to see the Mark of Zorro. But the only people who noticed that were Larry Gilbert our fantastic studio executive, and Nolan North. SE: I did not get that reference. If it was a Bugs Bunny reference, I would have been all over it. BM: I guess it’s also a kind of sideways Batman reference, the one word the skin walker says of ‘Hush’ - because there’s a Batman villan whose name is Hush. And I was very excited by Nolan’s delivery of the word hush there. But that wasn’t really an intentional reference, we just needed the attacker to have said something that we could then callback to later. And we were able to go in and seed it into earlier episodes. And it had to be something that Claire as the skinwalker at the end of this episode might have said not realising she was giving herself away. So I think ‘Hush’ was a pretty good compromise, but there was a lot of debate about what that word should be.

[As Audrey is checking the discolouration on the people’s necks in the hospital] BM: I should say, if anyone from the medical profession is listening; we completely made this part up. But we had to give them something as a symptom that could be easily seen, so we had to do it. We did do a bit of googling so I think it works. And on other occasions we have consulted medical and scientific professionals when need be. Just not so much on this occasion.

They discuss the hospital set and how they have used it for hospital scenes before and they like how it was redressed for this one. BM: I think it is true of most TV shows that every season you have a bit of money in your budget to build a new set. So for season three we built a hospital set because we had visited so many people in the hospital that we finally built a set for it. And Claire’s office is actually right around the corner. And what’s good about this is we ended up using it for a bunch of different things. Once we had it, we used it a lot.

BM: “We don’t call them Troubles for nothing,” is one of my favourite lines in the whole episode; I’m happy it survived. When something makes it all the way from the outline through every version of the script, untold drafts of the script and through shooting and then through editorial and actually makes it onto the screen - it’s worth celebrating.

Will Brady’s siblings Greg and Whitney are named after Brian’s brother and sister.

[As Will is realising he has to go back into his coma] BM: This was really the crux of the episode, as he is realising what he has to do, and how that will affect Audrey because she is facing much the same predicament. And it was great because we had a real arc for their relationship in this episode. SE: It is, because we don’t always get a chance to build a relationship with the guest stars. For me, as a fan of the show before I got lucky enough to be working on it, I always found myself interested in the Troubled people and what happened to them. But the show has such great core characters there isn’t usually the opportunity to spend that much time with the Troubled person. So this was really fun in that we built this entire relationship between Audrey and Will.

As Audrey and Will are getting into the ambulance, the initial part was shot outside on location, but once they are actually inside the ambulance, that was shot on the sound stage several days later, because they ran out of time on location. SE: It was a beautiful day when we were filming outside there. I could see why people live there.

BM: I was excited that we got to do some of this back and forth here between the two of them about Audrey needing to get better at goodbyes because all season we had beat that out because we knew that she would eventually chose to go into the barn and say her last goodbyes to everyone.

[As we see Will go back into his coma] BM: Remember how much discussion we had about what this machine was going to look like? Because it had to make a sound to cue us up, so was it a heart monitor because that would make a sound but would it have been a heart monitor in reality, and - a lot of discussion.

BM: And here’s the gas leak joke. Great! I love it. SE: So funny! BM: I wish that we could make a gas leak joke every episode. It works every time! There’s no better way to explain what happens when about three times a season everyone in town passes out for some reason. It’s great.

BM: [Jokes about his brother and sister’s namesakes being ‘appropriately angry’] But they would be angry - we had to approach this realistically because they’ve been passed out in the hallway all day; they have no idea what’s going on. It’s pretty crazy; what must everyone around town think when they wake up and their car has crashed and it’s 12 hours later. Well, it was a gas leak - just one of the hazards of living in this town. SE: It’s amazing we don’t see more ‘For Sale’ signs. BM: Yeah. Well, in that Vince and Dave scene that we cut, they had made reference to it too. They were holding their heads like, ‘We gotta move out of this town.’

BM: So this is where the tshirt came into its own because we needed something for Will to have overheard so he could tell Audrey for her to tell his siblings. If I was them I think that my head would explode at this point in time. And then this is nice because we have a goodbye moment between Audrey and Will but he is still alive. We just have to figure out a way to get around his Trouble because otherwise he can’t wake up without everyone else falling unconscious. Although I’ve always been touched by the idea that we would just at some point in a random episode when she’s having a tough time, come in on a shot of all these people passed out on the street and see that she’s just chilling, sitting on the balcony outside the hospital talking with Will. He’s giving her some advice, and then she’s like, Thanks, and then everyone wakes up again because he’s gone back into his coma. But every once in a while she just goes back, wakes him up - sorry everyone, hope there wasn’t a car crash.

[As we see Audrey and Nathan talking near the end] BM: So this was a big deal scene for us too because following the revelations of episode 10 this was a big step in the Audrey Nathan reconciliation. There’s no Jordan in the picture and we’re starting to move them closer again. Not that they weren’t close, but. And they’re now confronting things more realistically because there’s maybe three or four days left until the Hunter meteor storm comes. And this is one of the times you can see the chain around Nathan’s neck more than most. Which he has of course been wearing every episode since 2.01, for continuity geeks.

[As we see Claire and Audrey in her apartment] SE: Another on set creation! This is all on the sound stage, and that fire is real, and so it was like 40 degrees celsius in this set. BM: We should mention also that this used to be the end of act five, there was another commercial break after this scene and there was a whole face-off between the two of them. But that got moved to the top of the next episode. But this was great. And this was so sad, the realisation that Claire Callahan was no more. But she should come back. Zombie Claire. SE: We haven’t done a zombie curse really. BM: So she comes back, she hasn’t decayed too much. She’s regrown her skin for, some reason. She’s gonna look great. She’s going to look just like Bree Williamson, just like she does now. SE: Or we could just do the soap opera thing. Bree comes from the world of soap operas; we could do her angry twin - What happened to my sister? BM: How about ghost Claire? What are you doing on the astral plane? She came back because she has a message for us. SE: I like the twin sister idea though. We could change her hair colour. BM: Only if she can pretend to be exactly like Claire. SE: Well of course.

#haven syfy #haven dvd commentaries #3.11 - last goodbyes

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2 August 2017

[Wishing Well with Sweaty Boxing Aaron, Zak and Adam]

SWEATY BOXING AARON: *Punch Punch Punch* Not sure if this Plot of mine has any actual purpose but damn I look good doing it. (FANDOM: We agree! *Heart Eyes*)

ZAK: Come on son! Give me all you’ve got, I might forget you exist again for another five months after this!

ADAM: Don’t forget to give me some too Aaron! I matter! But also…don’t push yourself too hard.

ZAK: *Throws a really slow punch that Aaron would totally be able to avoid if not for the Plot*

ADAM: Zak! Plot! Why do we need to hurt Aaron more?!

ZAK: He’s fine! You’re fine right?

SWEATY BOXING AARON: Yep, all good here. Let me just catch my breath for a moment and then I’ll go back to looking good for the fans. (FANDOM: We appreciate your commitment!)

ADAM: Look, I’m taking my Aaron Sitting duties really seriously alright? I’m overcompensating because I’m not gonna be around for much longer. So…you’re working him too hard.

SWEATY BOXING AARON: Shut up Adam! I’m letting you be part of my Plot to give you screen time before you go, now just stand there and look pretty while I carry on.

ZAK: Hey you just lost your first fight to a pensioner even if it was just for Plot purposes!

SWEATY BOXING AARON: *Laughs* *Smiles* (FANDOM: Look at him! *Heart Eyes*)

ADAM: Look at him! *Heart Eyes*

[Hotten General with Rebecca and Lawrence]

*Blah Blah Blah Lawrence is in hospital so that he can almost die yet another time before he eventually finally goes…we hope…we’ve been promised…it’s only a matter of time*

REBECCA: No Dad! You can’t die! We have so many things to do together yet! Like raise your grandchi– Oh wait, sorry, I got caught up in logic there for a second. My mistake. What I really meant to say was, we have to go to Vegas! Yep…Vegas. Cause I’m suddenly super sentimental about Vegas. Remember that one time I was sneaking around with Robert to plan a surprise trip to Vegas for Aaron for his birthday? Those were the days. (FANDOM: Actually, compared to now, those were the days…#WhatHaveWeBecome) Actually the whole reason I was able to get them a deal was because I’ve been secretly planning our trip to Vegas for years and years. But since Robert and Aaron basically imploded in part because of me right before they were due to go, I took their cancellation and turned it into a deal for myself for the two of us because that’s absolutely what the Plot is going to let us do when you get out of here, go to Vegas! (FANDOM: Have fun! Don’t come back! We won’t miss you!)

[The Woolpack with Robert, Diane, Paddy, Chrissie and Tim]

*Chrissie and Tim are having a drink* *Chrissie is thankfully aware he is her uncle no and is not trying to make out with him* *Chrissie is working that bright yellow jacket*

ROBERT: *Watches from the bar* Ooh a new person! Involved with the Whites! The last time I was trying to convince myself not to think about Aaron, almost exactly two years ago, I threw myself into trying to get everything I could out of the Whites and Home Farm. Maybe I should try that again. Tell me everything about this man.

CHARITY: I don’t know actually, probably her next victim and yes I’m using that word on purpose to set up a line she will say later.

PADDY: *Appears in a scene with Robert* (FANDOM: *Gasp*) Pint please! Diane. Oh sorry, I still used to stringing those three words together. I guess I just miss have you behind the bar. (FANDOM + CHARITY: We do too!) Would you like another drink?

DIANE: Oh no thanks, I have to get in a dig at Doug cause he’s well…Doug and then I have to run to force you two to have a scene alone together. Bye!

ROBERT: *Don’t leave me Face* *Smooth transition into AARON Face* Have you seen Aaron?

PADDY: From what I hear, because I’ve been preoccupied with my own Plot that I set in motion due to my own awful cheating Plot, you and Aaron have broken up and now I no longer have to be nice to you.

ROBERT: I’m worried about Aaron. #AreWeBackTogetherYet

PADDY: Well don’t be. He doesn’t need you. I warned him about you. Even came up with that fantastic nickname, Mr. Shifty. You remember, it was that time before the time I used you as a shining example to Marlon about a couple that followed their hearts and took risks to be with each other when I was trying to help him with his doomed relationship. But anyway, I’ve been too busy with my own Plot to pay any real attention to yours even though Aaron is supposed to be like my son, but whatevs, so now I’m totally overcompensating in this scene because who knows when I’ll get the chance to care and get a dig or two in at you again…

ROBERT: *But I really do care about him and I want to tell you how much Face*

PADDY: Nope! Don’t want to hear it. Stay away from him!

*Chrissie and Tim discuss the fact that she had inappropriate feelings for him and it was really cringeworthy for a bit. She tells him she doesn’t want anything to do with him because he probably needs some more motivation to want to take the Whites down. Chrissie informs him that her last victim was one Andy Sugden and she is very much Lawrence’s daughter and framed him to get revenge and get rid*

MR. SHIFTY: *Listens* - right, I remember last summer when I was all ‘let’s destroy the Whites so that I can clear Andy’s name’ Then I brought in Rebecca to help…fuck! - *Gets ideas swirling around in that pretty blonde head of his*

[The Woolpack with Aaron, Adam, Zak, Charity, Robert and Tim]

*Aaron, Zak and Adam enter* (FANDOM: Weren’t you supposed to be in a tshirt Aaron? #SpoilerPhotosAreMisleading)

CHARITY: Hey, got the Dingle newsletter about the boxing Plot! Now I can call you Rocky, Aaron!

ZAK: Well if he’s Rocky, then I’m Apollo Creed cause I ‘knocked you out’!

AARON AND ADAM: *in unison because the bromance is real* Yeah, by accident! *Smiles* *Laughter*

ZAK: Hey look a baby!

MOSES: *Is adorable*

CHARITY: Yep…aren’t you glad you swerved that one, Aaron? More trouble than they’re worth. Have to actually look after them. Who needs that?!

ROBERT: *Enters* *Immediately clocks that something is not right with Aaron and it’s not just because he’s actually smiling* *Sees black eye* *Concerned Husband…er…Bystander Mode Activated* What’s happened!!!????

AARON: *Opens mouth to speak*

ADAM: *Extreme Aaron Sitting Mode Activated* It’s alright bro, I’ve got this. You’ll get enough dialogue and scenes after I’m gone. What does his Plot have to do with you, Robert?

ROBERT: Umm…I just asked a question. No need to bite my head off. I just care about my husb– Aaron…

ADAM: Well…stop! Stop caring about anyone but yourself! Everyone’s been telling you that you’re supposed to be selfish and self serving. Why won’t you cooperate?! Aaron doesn’t need you in his Plot. He’s got me. So back off!

AARON: *Well that happened Face* *Turns back to bar*

ROBERT: *Reluctantly leaves and goes to sit down with in eavesdropping distance*

TIM: *Exists*

MR. SHIFTY: *I’ll show them selfish and self serving Face*

#roron #emmerdale #plotdale #robron

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danisnotonjackfics · 7 years

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Swipe Right-Kristen

“Dan, mate, it’s been three months since you and Phil broke up. It’s time to get back on the horse and move on.” Andrew said, clapping Dan on the back supportively, before brushing past him to rip open the drawn shades to let the bright sunlight fill the previously dark bedroom.

Andrew had been one of Dan’s only real friends from back home in Reading, where he was currently back residing for the time being. After him and his ex boyfriend, Phil, broke up, Dan couldn’t bring himself to jump straight into apartment searching, and instead decided to make an extremely overdue visit to his parent’s house after moving out of the shared flat. The visit ended up becoming more of a semi permanent deal, with Dan claiming to just to be making up retroactively for all the holidays and family gathering he’d missed out on over the last few years.

His teenage bedroom was oddly comforting as he spent most days and nights huddled up in there, alternating between sulking and jerking off. His mother, bless her, had finally gotten to the point of personally calling up her son’s old best mate, in hopes he’d be able to get him out of this funk.

“Yeah, because three months seems like a completely ridiculous amount of time to take to get over a relationship that lasted for three years.” Dan bit back sarcastically, attempting to pull the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, trying to shield the harsh daylight from coming into contact with his pale skin. Andrew only huffed back in annoyance and yanked the hood back down, then placed both hands down on either of his friend’s shoulders.

“Look, I know it seems like the end of the world that your relationship ended, but I promise you it’s not.” Andrew said sincerely. “We’re still young, and you’re a great dude. And there’s tons of equally great people out there that you’ve yet to meet. We need to get you out of this house and back out into the world, and see if we can round some of ‘em up for ya.”

Dan looked up, unconvinced. Andrew groaned again.

“Well you at least need to get laid or something. You’ve been acting like a fucking twat.”

“Well excuse me for-”

“The amount of dick and pussy that’s available for you, it’s ridiculous. Fucking bisexuality, man. Got the best of both worlds. Let’s see what we can do.” Andrew trailed off, grabbing Dan’s iPhone from off the nightstand that was next to the bed.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Making you a tinder. Everyone has one these days, and it’s the easiest way to find someone, whether it’s just for a hookup or your mopey ass decides to actually finally get back out there again.” Andrew shrugged, and Dan was too tired from the amount of human interaction in one day to protest. Instead, he just flopped back down onto his bed and allowed his friend to do what he wanted.

It was another two weeks before Dan decided to reopen the Tinder app, sans Andrew’s supervision. He really wasn’t planning on using the app, his heart still too tender to be getting involved with another person so soon, but the notification claiming he had ‘New Matches Waiting for Him!’ finally got the best of him, and he let his curiosity overcome him.

Tapping on the app icon, he was greeted with a new stack of people to swipe right or left on, the message page in the corner alerted him that he had eight matches, and six messages. He hadn’t swiped right on that many people on the first and only time he’d used the app, which was the same day Andrew helped him make his profile. He was just really picky, especially lately.

Five of the matches were guys, three were girls.

None of the messages really caught his attention, they were all just different variations of ‘hey’, some followed by an emoji or two.

Dan huffed, swiping his way back to the home menu of the app, taking a bite out the spoonful of cereal that he had been having for breakfast. Even though it was three in the afternoon.

Whatever. Breakfast is a relative term.

He swiped left on about thirty profiles, ranging from blonde haired dude-bros that held red solo cups in their hands, to skinny girls with ombre hair, their face distorted by that dog snapchat filter. It’s not that these people were unattractive, but Dan could tell just from their display picture that none of them were right for him.

That was, until, a super hot guy, sporting a pair of raybans and burnt sienna colored button down over a white t shirt popped up, with the words “Super-like” appearing under his photo in bright turquoise letters.

Dan clicked on the photo inquisitively, searching for more about this guy via his profile.

Jackson, aged 23, twelve miles away.

On closer inspection, the guy, Jackson, has probably one of the most dazzling set of perfectly straight white teeth he’d ever seen, which were formed into a dorky yet cute smile. His brunette hair was on the lengthier side, enough to be able to form a man bun atop his head, with a good portion of it still falling around the sides of his face and a little down his neck. The picture seemed to be taken of him while at a nice, aesthetically pleasing outdoor cafe, one which Dan had an inkling that he recognized, but didn’t dwell on.

Dan swiped through the rest of his photos, one of him in a forest green shirt, crouching down with a larger camera in his hands, face to the viewfinder, one of him on a beach with a baseball cap and a dog in the background, and the last one was a candid of him drinking black coffee, sporting a red flannel shirt and looking absolutely….wow.

Dan shifted a bit in his chair, his not-so-morning wood causing him a sudden bit of discomfort and he flicked back and forth through the couple of pictures of this guy.

But looks weren’t everything, and Dan wasn’t exactly looking for a quick fuck; much to Andrew’s encouragement.

He scrolled down a bit on the profile.

“Hi, I’m Jack. I love food, my dog, and my camera. I occasionally talk to all three when I’m alone.”

The bio actually managed to make Dan chuckle aloud, before glancing around the family room to make sure there was no one around to witness him smiling like a dope at his phone screen. After the coast was clear, no family members in sight, he glanced back down at the app, before quickly swiping right.

After about twenty five more minutes of mindlessly left swiping, Dan ended up with no more matches, and was about to toss his phone aside onto the couch when it let out a quick ding. He scrambled to grab the phone before it could bounce off the sofa cushion, onto the floor away from him.

He had a message from Jack.

Dan chewed his bottom lip as his long fingers nervously unlocked his phone, opening up the Tinder app once again, clicking on the message bubble.

I’m going to Whole Foods, want me to pick you up anything?

Dan probably changed about twelve times before he left for his date with Jack. They were going to meet at nine o’clock, at a cafe turned bar called Cafe Grumpy in London. They had been messaging back and forth via the Tinder app for a couple days before exchanging phone numbers and planning to meet up. It had been a little over a week and a half since Jack first messaged him, and over the span of time they had talked about quite a lot, both of them replying immediately when they had free time(which Jack seemed to have a lot less of than Dan). They were really hitting it off through text, with the conversation only dying when one of them began to fall asleep, but it would always be picked up the next morning. Hell, there was even a bit of flirting going on. At least, Dan was pretty sure he was flirting with him…

Dan walked up to the familiar figure that was standing outside the Cafe casually puffing on a cigarette, at about 9:02 pm. Usually Dan wasn’t into people, guys or girls that smoked, but something about Jack made it seem almost...kinda sexy?

Jack was sporting a plain white vneck with an undone denim button up over it, paired with skinny black trousers that has a couple small rips placed in them, and brown suede-looking boots. His long hair was partially tied up into a man bun like it was in his Tinder picture, and fuck, did he look good. Dan hoped his mostly black ensemble; black leather jacket, skinny jeans, sneakers and dark grey tshirt, would hold up to how good his date looked.

“Dan?” Jack asked as Dan cautiously approached him, a smile pulling at his lips as he stubbed out his cigarette butt into the provided ashtray before meeting Dan on the sidewalk in front of the cafe/bar.

“Jack?” Dan nervously smiled back. Oh fuck, do they hug? Shake hands? What does one do when they first meet a tinder match in person. Fuck, uhhhh…

Dan decided to go for the handshake, preferring to not get awkwardly shut down in case he went it for a hug that wasn’t mutually wanted. He stuck his hand out towards Jack, but was surprised when Jack grabbed it, the coldness of the metal of the few rings that decorated his fingers juxtapose to the heat of his own hand, and brought it up towards his lips, placing a soft kiss on his knuckles.

“It’s great to meet you.” He smiled, pulling Dan’s hand back from his mouth but still holding it up by his face. His green eyes(which were fucking magnificent in only the low lighting of the street lights, nevermind how they probably looked in the sunlight, Dan noted) not to subtly gave Dan a once over, causing the corner of his mouth to quip up into a slight half smirk. “You look...really good.”

Although they were doing Jack’s green eyes a disservice, Dan was suddenly grateful for the low lighting of the street lights, as they helped to hide the blush that crept up his neck and flushed his cheeks pink.

“Thanks, you too.”

“Wanna head inside, grab a drink or two?” Jack suggested, nodding his head in the direction of the door, still yet to have released Dan’s hand. Dan nodded back, and followed behind Jack as they entered the bar.

The place wasn’t too crowded, and they found seats at the bar rather quickly.

“What d’ya want to drink, I’ll start a tab.” Jack asked, leaning in a bit to be heard over the music that was playing and the low rumbling of chatter.

“I’ll have a shot of vodka...and you.” Dan deadpanned, but only lasted about a couple seconds before he got too nervous that he’d already made things awkward. “I’m just kidding! By the way….I’m sorry, I saw it on a show or something once, thought I’d be funny, I didn’t mean to make it weird, fuck, uh”

Jack interrupted his rambling by placing a hand on Dan’s thigh and letting out a belly laugh, and it was honest to God one of the most beautiful things Dan’s ever seen. The way his top now of teeth became completely exposed as he opened his mouth and threw his head back, showing off his neck. His laugh was this combination of kinda dumb but super cute and charming.

Something told him, this night was gonna be alright.

An hour or two and a couple rounds of drinks later, the two guys both had slight buzzes going. Neither of them were full on drunk, but just at the point of feeling warm and good. Not wanting to get too intoxicated and make complete fools of themselves, they mutually agreed to pay the tab and head out.

“I live not too far from here” Jack started, lighting up a cigarette as they stepped out of the bar into the slightly chilly night air. “And it’s only around eleven, if you wanna come back to my place and hang out for a little?”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

Jack smiled around his cigarette, pulling it out of his mouth with one hand, blowing out a puff of smoke into the air, and grabbing Dan’s hand again with the other.

“Cool, let’s go.”

Jack’s flat was only about a ten minute walk from the bar, during which they made light, buzzed conversation and Jack discarded the butt of the cigarette in an ashpost outside his building. He lived in a pretty bougie looking building, if Dan did say so himself, and they rode the elevator up to his apartment on the eleventh floor(stealing flirty glances at each other the whole way, he might add.)

As soon as Jack unlocked the door, he grabbed Dan’s arm and yanked him inside, pushing him up against the door and pressing their lips together. Dan couldn’t help but moan into Jack’s mouth, in slight shock and awe that the hot guy actually was attracted enough to him to go on a date, nevermind initiate a makeout session. Jack’s lips were soft against Dan’s slightly chapped from the cold ones, and he could taste a faint, but not unpleasant mixture of mint, Malboro, and malt liquor. He brought his hands up to cup the short man’s face as he felt hands grasp onto his hips, and let out another soft moan into Jack’s mouth.

He’d gone a pretty long time without intimate human contact like this, so sue him.

When he felt Jack’s ringed fingers drop down slightly, on the verge on grasping his ass, Dan forced himself to pull back.

“Wait, Jack, wait a second” he managed to get out in a shaky voice. Jack’s gorgeous eyes bored into his own dark brown ones, and he gulped before continuing. “Is this just gonna be a one night stand thing, and then we’re never gonna talk ever again? Because I really like you, and, and I just got out of a pretty serious relationship not too long ago, and you’re the first person I’ve been with since him, and I’m not looking for just a quick random fuck, but I’ll understand if that’s what you want, I’d just rather you tell me so that I can avoid getting hurt, and I just really think we connected and”

“Dan, Dan, stop rambling” Jack interrupted him, pressing his pointer finger to his lips to halt them, chuckling slightly. “I really like you too.”

“You do?”

“Fuck yeah, man. You’re funny, smart, hot as hell…” He trailed off, glancing down his body, before snapping his head back up to meet Dan’s eyes again. “Sorry. But seriously. This doesn’t have to be a one time thing, if you don’t want. I know I definitely don’t want it to be a one time thing. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to either. The alcohol was just getting to me a little and was getting me a lil’ wound up.”

And with that, Jack backed off Dan, away from the door and walking into where his kitchen was, opening up the refrigerator and peering in

“Want something to drink? I have water, juice, lemonade...don’t really have soda or anything, because I’m a bit of a health freak, but I have”

He was cut off by Dan this time, who followed him into the kitchen and spun him around, closing the fridge door behind them, taking his turn to pin Jack against it.

“Now, I didn’t say I didn’t want to do anything,” Dan smirked now, gaining a big boost of confidence after Jack’s admission. Using his height to his advantage, he peered slightly downwards at Jack, licking his lips before he continued speaking. “I just wanted to make sure that wasn’t gonna be all that we did.”

Now it was Dan’s turn to slot their lips together, eliciting a moan out of Jack that was sexy as all hell. Dan’s large hands reached down and cupped Jack’s ass, as Jack reached up and tanged his fingers into brown curly locks. Their bodies pressed firmly together, rubbing their denim covered bulges against one another, causing Jack to nibble on Dan’s lower lip a bit.

“Mmm, fuck, where’s your bedroom?” Dan groaned into Jack’s ear before planting a hot kiss right by it. Jack smirked and gave him a light push on the chest, so that he could lead them out of the kitchen and down the hall.

The two men stumbled into the bedroom, hands wandering all over clothed bodies, and lips doing the same.

Jack’s lips found their way to Dan’s neck once they were laid back on the bed, Jack swinging his leg over the taller man’s body so that his knees we’re on either side of his waist, straddling him. He left wet kisses down Dan’s neck and his hands worked to rid him of his jacket and tshirt. Once Dan’s top was discarded onto the floor, neck kissed turned into chest kisses, which turned into stomach and then hip kisses, causing Dan’s breath to hitch in his throat. Jack teasingly trailed his way back up Dan’s body, running blunt fingernails up and down his sides.

“Shirt. Off.” Dan managed to grunt out, fingers grabbing at the hem of Jack’s shirt, urging him to rid of them as well. Jack was quick to comply, and tossed them along with Dan’s onto the bedroom floor.

Dan took the opportunity to flip them over, so that he was instead the one on top, hover over the younger man and pressing their bare chests together as he teasingly returned the favor of peppering Jack’s neck and chest with sloppy tongue kisses.

When he reached Jack’s waist(which of course was graced with a deep V line, leading to his crotch, obviously, Dan thought), he made quick work of Jack’s belt, and began shimmying Jack’s jeans off, adding them to the ever growing pile. The bulge in Jack’s pants was prominent, and Dan smirked as he placed his lips over the fabric and pressed a hot, open-mouth kiss to it.

“Fuck, Dan,” Jack groaned above him, bringing his fist up to his mouth so he could bite down on his knuckles.

Jack was about to find out something that they had not yet discussed over text, nor earlier at the bar.

And that was that Dan Howell was an absolute cockslut.

Jack’s breathy moans, and muffled groans did nothing but spur Dan on, as he grasped the top of Jack’s pants, which were already were sporting a wet patch of precome and saliva on the front anyway, and yanked them swiftly down and off. Dan nearly drooled at the sight of Jack’s thick, girthy cock, which was hard and practically dripping for him. He wasted no time engulfing it in his hot mouth, eliciting another throaty groan from the man under him, and he hummed in satisfaction.

“Dan, fuck, your mouth feels incredible” Jack breathed out, removing his hand from his mouth down to Dan’s hair, grabbing a fistful. He roughly pushed and pulled up and down, fucking into Dan’s mouth, tilted his head down to watch as the sticky rivulets of saliva connected Dan’s lips to his cock. “Fuckin’ hell, my turn”

Jack sat up, pulling Dan down to lay back on the bed so they could switch positions. He quickly grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom from his bedside drawer before assuming the position, pulling Dan’s belt, skinny jeans, and boxers off in what seemed like one fluid motion.

“You good to top?” He asked the curly haired man, before flipping open the cap of the bottle and coating his fingers to prep himself.

“Fuck yeah” was all Dan could manage, in cock aching to be sucked, his eyes mesmerized by the sight of Jack beginning to fuck himself with his middle finger.

“Good” he replied with a smirk, before running his tongue along Dan’s length, then sucking him down. The feeling was so intense, he had to try so hard to keep his eyes from squeezing shut and his head from falling back in pleasure, because he wanted to badly to enjoy the show that was being put on for him. Jack continued pumping one finger in and out of himself, trying to keep in time with his head bobs as he worked himself open. After a minute, he added a second finger, only momentary faltering in his rhythm along Dan’s cock when he brushed against his prostate, humming out a long, muffled but loud moan sending vibrations throughout Dan’s whole body.

God, Jack’s mouth felt fucking amazing, and lord knows when the last time Dan got a fucking blowjob was, nevermind one this good. He could feel a warmth in his stomach, the coil in his gut threatening to spring if Jack didn’t pull off soon.

“Okay, okay, lemme finish prepping you, or else I’m gonna blow and this whole thing is gonna end way too early.” He begged, gently grabbing Jack’s jaw and cueing him off.

“Mmm, I’m all good, baby,” Jack practically purred, gathering some of the saliva off his chin and using it to slick up his own cock with a couple quick pumps. “Ready for you, how do you want me?”

How the hell did he get so lucky to actually be fucking one of the hottest guys probably on the entire planet, Dan thought to himself. A couple weeks ago he was sitting around feeling sorry for himself, and now look at him.

“On your back,” he growled, “Wanna watch your prettyboy face while you take my cock”

Jack shuffled his way up the bed, laying back against the pillows as he watched Dan with lust-filled eyes rip open the foil of the condom wrapper and roll it on. Dan grabbed the lube and squirted a couple more drops on for good measure, stroking himself to rub in all over.

“Lemme feel how well you opened up for me,” He breathed, taking two long, coated fingers and rubbing firmly around the pink ring of muscles, before pushing them inside of Jack, immediately causing him to moan. “Mmmm, good boy.”

Jack nodded quickly, gnawing on his bottom lip and reaching up to grab Dan’s face with both hands and pull him down into a sloppy kiss.

“C’mon, fuck me, Dan.” he mumbled against swollen pink lips, going in for another kiss but his jaw going slack when Dan pushed into him, slowly but surely filling him up completely, until hips were flushed with hips. “Ohhh, fuck”

“Good?” Dan asked after a second or two, trying his best to keep his composure but holy shit Jack is so hot and tight, even after all the prep, and jesus he feels so good.

Jack nodded, wrapping a muscular arm around the back of Dan’s neck, pulling him close, non verbally telling him to “go”.

Dan kept as steady as of a pace as he could, rocking back and forth into Jack, rotating his hips in order to hit as deep as he can with each thrust. Each thrust met with a moan and groan from both men, the pleasure almost overwhelming for the both of them.

Dan angled his hips so he’s hitting Jack’s prostate with each thrust, and the friction caused by their bodies rubbing against either side of his cock has him babbling unintelligently, like he’s repeating a mantra of “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” against Dan’s lips.

Dan’s thrust began to stutter and falter, but he tried to regain control and stave off his pending orgasm.

“You feel incredible,” he breathed, “I don’t--I don’t know how much longer I can last.” He admitted, still trying to keep his thrusts deep, hard, and perfectly angled at that one spot. The bedroom suddenly felt like a sauna, and he was sweating bullets, gasping for air as his orgasm approached quickly.

“It’s okay baby, I’m close too,” Jack assured him, running a hand through his hair. “Fucking come for me, come for me”

The words of praise sent him over the edge; his toes curled, his fists wrapped into Jack’s bedsheets, and he thrusts became sloppy and he came with a loud groan, emptying into the condom. He was spent, but still managed a handful more thrusts, and fisted Jack’s cock until he came as well, splattering hot white rivulets in between their stomachs. Dan rolled off him, and the two lay panting, in post coital bliss for a minute or two, before Dan forced himself to get up.

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall, second door on the right.”

Dan disappeared out of the bedroom and made his way into the bathroom, disposing of the condom and grabbing a wet cloth from shower, returning quickly to clean the two of them up. He tossed the cloth onto the top of the Mt. Everest of garments before realizing that maybe he should start dressing so that he can leave. Sure, Jack said it wasn’t gonna be a one time fuck, but he never said Dan could stay the night either.

“So...should I...go?” Dan mumbled, sitting up in preparation to begin collecting his things.

“The only place you’re going right now is to my kitchen to get us some water, because I’m spent.” Jack said with certainty. “I have boxers and tshirts in the second drawer over there, if you want...although I’m not sure they’ll fit you, giraffe.” He chuckled, rolling over onto his side, nuzzling his head into the pillow.

Dan felt a blush rise on his cheeks, which was ridiculous seeing as he just fucked this guy, yet now he was blushing because he called a nickname? He stumbled over to the dresser in the dark, slipped on a pair of clean, albeit snug, boxers, and padded his way back down the hall into the kitchen. He grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge, but by the time he returned to the bedroom, no more than thirty seconds later, Jack had already fallen asleep and was snoring softly. Dan chuckled quietly, shaking his head, and placed both bottles down on the nightstand before crawling into bed next to Jack.

Should he spoon him? Was that too much, too soon? Dan questioned, laying on his back, unable to shut his brain off, until Jack rolled over in his sleep, and nuzzled into Dan’s chest.

And in that moment, he had never been more content.

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Letters to Chris. April 19th. Day 11.

Hey Buddy,

Dad got home this evening with all your stuff. It’s hard to explain the emotions as I walked down the driveway to the trailer. Fear. Anxiety. Heartache. But also I was so ready to see your things. Things you held. Things you hung up on your walls and wore and slept with. Things that were YOURS. I quickly found your cowboy hat we bought you in South Dakota that you are wearing in one of my favorite childhood photos. The one of you in the cul de sac pretending to be a cowboy, getting ready to draw your fake gun. That’s coming with me.

I never thought I’d find myself looking for a dirty shirt of yours to wear. Ever. But that’s exactly what I did tonight. I just need a shirt that smells like you. What’s weird is everything smells like Febreze. I learned how you had quite the love affair with it (Katrina told me story of how you ran to Walmart for some groceries, and came out with a steak, two packages of Oreos, regular for you and double-stuffed for her, and Febreze. That’s probably the most Chris thing I’ve ever heard. PS…who doesn’t like Double-stuffed Oreos??). I found a few shirts to cuddle with out of your hamper: a camouflage henley, a flannel American Eagle shirt I gave you for Christmas one year (I was so damn happy to see you were still wearing it. Did you think of me whenever you put it on?), your Army PT shirt and a random green tshirt that was on top. I put on the green one for bed and didn’t pay attention to what was on the front until I looked into the bathroom mirror. Big letters across the front say “IRELAND 01.” I’ve been telling Clay since April 9th I thought you would like some ashes released in Ireland, where you always wanted to go since your father was Irish. But I wasn’t 100% sure, so yesterday I asked you to let me know. I believe this is your answer. So I’m taking you to Ireland with me, Little Bro. Mom saw the shirt and she smiled-she had given it to you on your birthday when you were home last month. And apparently you’re wearing it in a pic a friend of yours posted on Facebook. You have a ton of clothes. I think it’s pretty neat that I was able to find the one I gave you and this Ireland one. Even if they do all smell like Febreze and not you.

I’m also cuddling with your firefighter blanket right now. It’s absolutely massive and, from what I hear, one of your favorites. I’ll be sleeping with it, your shirts, your ACU cap that still has your name velcroed on it (so grateful the National Guard allowed us to keep your caps), your stuffed toy puppy you’ve had since childhood and your Coca Cola jacket you wore for work. There’s so much more down there. Dad was able to bring home most of your stuff (just some furniture that couldn’t fit was donated to a local church). I wanted to bring up entire boxes of things to surround myself with in bed. But I know Mom would have a really hard time with that. Before Dad got home, we had the following conversation:

Mom: “Hey, Jenn. I know when your dad gets home, you’re going to want to go through all of Chris’ stuff and take things. But I need you to know that I’m going to need organization. I just will. I can’t just go through his things and not have any order.”

Me: “But I’m going to want to keep some things.”

Mom: “I know. And you will. But I’m just telling you because I know it’s going to be hard for you not to tear through stuff. There are things I need to do. I want to wash his clothes for him. You kids always washed your own clothes, but I never minded doing it. It’s always been a way for me to take care of you all. I want to be able to wash your brother’s clothes. It’ll make me feel like I’m taking care of him.”

And then she started sobbing again, and Nikea and I wrapped our arms around her. She just seems so tiny now. I’m trying to make sure she’s eating. Mom’s always been good about taking care of herself. But she has lost weight, and I worry about her. I know the toll this is all taking on me, and I’m younger. She’s lost so many people, been through so much in her life. She’s a survivor. I know this, but i also know how awful grief and cortisol is on the body. I just need her and Dad to be okay. And obviously Nikea. But Nikea’s always been so tough, has always been more stoic than me. She’s so strong, and doesn’t cry in front of people often; she just has more control. She’s always mostly been a mad crier (the only times she’d cry when we were little is when we’d piss her off). But I’ve seen it a few times since I’ve been home, once because of something I wrote in here about you not being at her wedding. She walked into the dining room where I was sitting and said how she hadn’t even thought about her wedding next year. She’s been so focused on how to get through each day it hadn’t dawned on her that you wouldn’t be there. That realization hit her hard.

And Dad. He’s the most stoic of us all. But I could tell the last four days have especially worn him down. No father should have to pack up his son’s apartment for this reason. As I was poking through your things (don’t tell Mom), he came down to make his rum and diet. “I told your mother I don’t normally drink this late. But tonight felt like a good night to make an exception.” I was grateful to have the company. I missed his strong quiet presence. We talked about you, obviously. About his trip, and all the incredible people who offered to lend helping hands. Your landlord cleaned up your apartment, boxed most of your stuff up and had it all stacked neatly waiting for Dad. Dad said this saved him an entire day’s worth of work. Your landlord also cleaned so Dad wouldn’t have to see reminders of Saturday night. I’m not sure what all he did, but I do know he removed your couch like I said before. That thought still makes me sick (honestly, I’m so surprised I haven’t been physically ill; I’ve been nauseous and dizzy so many times). Then your old supervisor’s wife came to help Dad load up the truck. Did you know your old Coca Cola buddies had a get-together for you? Of course Dad came, and they all shared stories about you. Mom and I called in and Dad put us on speakerphone, and I tried to thank them for everything. I couldn’t get the words out. I hate how I can’t control it. I’ll have to ask Dad what they talked about.

In your stuff, we also found your Harry Potter poster. The Half-Blood Prince. I remember it hanging it your room when you lived at home. Hey remember when Dad would read you Harry Potter before bedtime? You actually discovered Harry Potter before me. I watched it at Mom’s house in Nebraska one night…taking a chance on a movie I’d never seen before in 2002. I instantly fell in love and told you about it. That’s when you informed me there were four books out, and you were reading them. I was so excited. I remember reading to you on the bottom bunk of your bed one night, and trying to do the English accents. I remember like it was yesterday. It was fifth book, The Order of the Phoenix, and it was the part with the boggart and Mrs. Weasley. Remember, when Harry walked in on her trying to get rid of it and it kept transforming into her family’s dead bodies because she was so terrified of losing her loved ones? That’s fucking ironic. But regardless, I love that memory. My attempts at the English accents were I’m sure awful. You didn’t say anything until I asked, but you admitted you preferred I read without them. I was so disappointed. And hey, do you remember when you told me Sirius Black died before I finished Order of the Phoenix? I was so so mad at you.

The one thing I can’t stand is your gun being here. THE gun. The police released everything to Dad…your phone, your wallet, the glock…everything sealed neatly in evidence bags. Dad said he didn’t want to make any hasty decisions so took everything they gave him. I wonder if the clothes you were wearing are here, too. I doubt they would have given Dad those, actually. For obvious reasons. (I got so scared while unloading your couch pillows. I was praying I wouldn’t see anything on them…but then I saw a big sticky stain. I looked closer-I just had to. But I think it was food. Thank Jesus). But the gun. I hate it. I fucking hate it. That gun killed my baby brother. It took you away from us forever. Dad said that it wasn’t the glock that did it. It was you. And while know he’s right, I still hate it. Maybe if you didn’t have guns you would have tried another way. But then maybe they would have gotten to you in time. Or maybe you would have suffered. I guess it doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. You’re gone.

I talked to our real mom today (I always hate saying that-we have two real moms, but you know what I mean). She had left a message while I was sleeping, and she sounded so damn sad it scared me. I mean, I know she’s going to be sad. But now I’m so afraid for anyone who is battling depression, whether chronic or situational. She said she has been reading up on Reactive Attachment Disorder because of my first post, and I could just tell she was blaming herself. I called her back, and Mom and Nikea came into the room and we all talked on speakerphone. It was so good to speak with her. She was reminiscing about how you were such a sweet and sensitive little boy. I remember. And I know she, like me, wants nothing more than to go back, hold that little boy close and tell him everything will be okay. Back when you were CJ, wore your humongous glasses and loved to be read to every night. She has the biggest heart, and loves us all so much. I know you loved her, too. Guilt is a horrible thing, and you can beg someone to forgive themselves until you’re blue in the face, but ultimately it’s up to them. I just hope and pray she can realize that she, like you, is so worthy of love. That has always been our biggest struggle…yours, hers and mine. I also talked to Grandpa Ward and briefly to Jeanie. Grandpa was your biggest cheerleader. It was wonderful to hear his voice. I haven’t talked with him in so long. It’s crazy how time gets away from you, and before you realize it two years have passed since you spoke with someone. I promised him that would never happen again. If I’ve learned anything from you, it’s to value every second my loved ones spend on this earth. How easy is it for us to take each other’s presence for granted. I am determined to make sure I have no more regrets when it comes to the people I love. I can’t go through this again.

On Saturday, Mom and Dad are driving up to Mexico to tell Bethany what happened. Even though she’s mentally handicapped, she understands the concept of death. Mom is scared she may hurt herself if she knows the whole story, so said she may just say you had cancer. I mean, you basically did. Mental illness eats away at you just like cancer, slowly killing you. So yeah. It works. I’m trying to decide if I can go with them, or if I should go to Sedalia and visit Grandma, Grandpa, Sue, Sayre and Sayre’s new baby. I haven’t seen Bethany since Christmas, but it’s going to be awful telling her our brother died. I don’t know what to do. I dread how she’s going to obsess over what happened. It’s been years, and she still brings up our dog, Toby, dying. I just know she’s going to keep signing “CJ died. CJ died. CJ died.” And I’ll tell her to stop, but she won’t. She just won’t understand that we won’t want to constantly talk about how you’re gone. I’ll just have to be patient, and understand she doesn’t want to hurt anyone by bringing it up nonstop. I just have such a low frustration tolerance right now.

I’m still angry with you. I don’t know when that’s going to go away. I know it’s a stage of grief, and I’m assuming it’s more pronounced in this kind of situation. I’ve been reading how suicide survivors experience an extreme number of difficult emotions trying to make sense of their loved one’s actions. The book I’m reading now is helping shed light on it. But there’s not a lot out there on this. It’s a difficult subject to talk about. Who wants to discuss suicide? But it HAS to be talked about. People always talk about breast cancer. They have fundraisers for it. What about what killed you and thousands upon thousands of others every year? Why doesn’t society talk more about that? What happens to the families after. What they feel. The devastation. The confusion and anger. The guilt. It’s eating me up inside. The unrelenting brutal heartache of knowing you were sitting at home thinking about things that tore you apart. The constant questioning. I keep telling myself you weren’t miserable all the time. You had moments of happiness. But it wasn’t enough.

Do you know what’s really cool, though? We’ve had several of your friends reach out. I just want to hug all of them. They loved you and miss you, and I don’t know if they realize how much they help with their sweet words about you. Man, you were loved. Did you know? But now I’m asking myself if you really loved ME. You didn’t talk to me about so many things. You would say you were struggling, but wouldn’t give me specifics. In every text that I said “I love you,” you didn’t repeat it. I just can’t stop wondering now. Did you love me? Did you?? I know I had forgotten your birthday…I was so focused on trying to solve what was going on with my health, all the while trying to find jobs and move out of our friends’ basement, that I literally have been battling my own fears and major depression this past year. I don’t forget birthdays. And yours AND Dad’s slipped my mind. That’s never happened before. But now I can’t forgive myself. I just can’t. I know that’s not why you did it. But I still hate myself for it. I’m so sorry, Chris. I just need to know that you love me and forgive me. Please.

Love you, Buddy. Now and always. I’m so sorry.

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Presidential Hopeful Kanye West 'Upsets' His Kardashian Family After 'Problematic' Rally Revealing Kim Contemplated Abortion, Divorce Talk & Harriet Tubman NOT Freeing Slaves

Kanye West is seemingly going through another episode and he’s allegedly pissing off the Kardashian Klan and a couple of celebs who were brave enough to speak up. Over the weekend, 'Ye made a campaign appearance in South Carolina where he talked about his wife contemplating abortion, how she might divorce him and made problematic claims about abolitionist Harriet Tubman.

While some folks are asking "Whose mans is this?," others are pleading with friends and family of Kanye to come get him and give him the mental health care they believe he needs.

Kanye West is back in the headlines for making controversial statements about slavery yet AGAIN! Last night, the Jesus is King rapper hosted a political campaign rally in South Carolina (for registered guests only), following his 4th of July announcement that he was running for president this November. Ye is looking to qualify for the ballot in S.C. as an independent candidate via the “Birthday Party.”

Kanye walked in the Exquis Event Center in North Charleston like a walking billboard with “2020” shaved into his head and he rocked a flak jacket (body armor) that said “SECURITY” on it.

While speaking before potential supporters, the 43-year-old revealed he and his wife, Kim Kardashian West, seriously considered terminating their first pregnancy. He first talked about how his mother, Donda West, "saved his life" after his father wanted to abort him.

Kanye West gets emotional while speaking about abortion in South Carolina:

"My Mom saved my life. My Dad wanted to abort me... There would have been no Kanye West."

"I almost killed my daughter." pic.twitter.com/jiGuODxAno

— Daily Caller (@DailyCaller) July 19, 2020

”My dad wanted to abort me. My mom saved my life. There would have been no Kanye West because my dad was too busy,” he told the crowd.

”I almost killed my daughter,” he screamed while fighting back tears, opening up about how he and Kim thought about aborting their first pregnancy.

Peep the clip above.

'Ye said abortion should be legal and that there should be financial incentives to help struggling mothers to discourage the practice.

“Everybody that has a baby gets a million dollars,” he said as an example.

This statement wasn't the only reason so many are calling and pleading for him to get help.

Kanye shared a message from God changed their minds and they ended up welcoming their first child, North West, in 2013. After sharing the story, he mentioned his wife could possibly be so upset with him for revealing “his truth” that she may want to divorce him.

"So even if my wife were to divorce me after this speech, she brought North into the world, even when I didn't want to," the Chi-town rapper said. "She stood up, and she protected that child."

So he revealed this extremely personal medical information of hers without her blessing? Oh.

And that’s not even the most...interesting...part of his appearance. This man had the audacity to say abolitionist Harriet Tubman didn’t actually FREE slaves.

”Harriet Tubman never actually freed the slaves. She just had the slaves go work for other white people,” he said. Sounds like when he said 400 years of slavery was a CHOICE two years ago.

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Naw but forreal. This was honestly my reaction to #Kanye take on #harriettubman ... “y’all we LEAVING”.

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Are you excited??? Tshirt link in bio blvinsomething.com

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Ye's "political rally" is pissing folks off - reportedly - especially his wife and her family.

As always, "sources" have hit up TMZ about Kanye and here's what they had to say:

Our sources say those around him believe Kanye is in desperate need of professional help and is in the middle of a serious bipolar episode, but he won't listen to them.

Suffice it to say ... we're told the family is upset that Kanye talked about Kim's first pregnancy and how they discussed abortion, something he says he wanted. Then he blurted out that Kim might divorce him for saying that, but even if she does, he'd thank her for having North.

The "source" went on to say they believe Kanye is hurting his own businesses with comments like the Harriet tubman one, but Kim's won't be because she has distinguished her brand from his so thoroughly.

We see where certain folks' priorities lie.

Rapper T.I., R&B singer Trey Songz and photog Mel D. Cole shared their thoughts about Ye's rally:

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Nahhhh WE Can't let you do that Ye'.... What WE NOT gon do is slander nor disrespect the legacy of our heroic Queen Harriet Tubman by telling falsities in an attempt to discredit the contributions she made to LIBERATE OUR PEOPLE‼️ Cuzz U BUGGIN‼️ THIS IS ABSOLUTELY TOO FAR‼️ I truly hope you either have a logical explanation for all this... or get the medical attention you so desperately need Bro. I say this with love and sincerity.

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Disability activist @crutches_and_spice broke down the difference between a disability and a chosen behavior, targeting Kanye's antics:

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Oh, and get this....

Kanye said he would like to have Jay-Z as his running mate. During an interview with local Z93 Jamz radio host Kris Kaylin, Kanye said he came to a revelation that Jay, whom he has had a broken relationship with for years, should be his Vice President.

He explained his current running mate Michelle Tidball - a Wyoming preacher - would happily take another position in his cabinet if he found another running mate. Ye mentioned he hadn't spoken to Hov in a long time, but considers it a good thing because it proves he and Jay are actually brothers and bonded for life....

Take a listen below:

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By the way, Kanye announced he's releasing a new album July 24th, so this easily could be PR stunts (in addition to MANY other things) to get album sales:

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“New album DONDA coming JULY 24 #2020VISION” #KanyeTweeted (now a deleted tweet)

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It's important we point out the WHY and the motives behind certain actions, since he has a large enough cult following - who are already co-signing his every word and ready to write him in on the Presidential ballot - to actually sway the election in Trump or Biden's favor. That's a problem.

The presidential hopeful already appears on Oklahoma's presidential ballot, but he missed the deadline to qualify for the ballot in several other states.

Hi guys please sign up to put me on the ballot in South Carolina at any of these locations You can also sign up at the websitehttps://t.co/ZURvTEW9ee pic.twitter.com/3rV5ujExPm

— ye (@kanyewest) July 18, 2020

The PABLO rapper needed 10,000 signatures by noon Monday to appear on the South Carolina ballot, but he didn't make the cut. According to TMZ, the State Election Commission hasn't heard anything from Ye or his campaign before the deadline.

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Men's RTW Clothing Packing Checklist - After 1 Year, 20 Countries

HUGE DISCLAIMER: None of this stuff is necessary for travel. It is after all, just stuff. You can always pick up what you need along the way. Hell, we spontaneously added a 2 month Vietnam motorbike adventure to our itinerary and Allison picked up all her protective wear the day before we left in HoChi Minh. We're completely assured that we avoided a few headaches and uncomfortable nights because we had the right clothes for any type of weather, but at the end of the day, I think it's more important to put your money toward extending your trip rather than having some specialized expensive clothing. The Vietnamese men's riding pants, apart from being 3" inches too short, fit Allison just fine.

As a guy, it’s a little bit weird for me to talk about my clothes. Bros just don’t do that. I’m breaking the rule here though, because I can use the excuse that for a long term trip, clothes become more akin to being equipment or gear.

And we know gear is a perfectly reasonable thing to discuss among dudes. If you were looking to nerd-out, check out the full tech packing list here. You won't find gadgets below.

Gear

Osprey Porter 46L Backpack

You’ve seen this bag all over our website. Why? Simply because it’s one of those few items in life where you feel like the high-ish price tag is well justified. I can’t explain how much we beat the ever-loving piss out of our Osprey Porters. The two months alone spent on the rebar luggage rack during our Vietnam motorcycle ride would have shredded a lesser bag.Here we are, closing in on two years later, and they look brand new. Oh yeah, and you can use this bag as carry on luggage.

Eagle Creek Compression Packing Cubes

I laughed when Allison first suggested buying these. I wasn’t going to spend $30 for cute little bags for my socks. Truth be told, packing cubes are the shit. The big one held underwear and board shorts, and the small one held socks and bandanas. The packing cubes compress your clothes so they take up less space and make sure that when you pull a t-shirt out of your overstuffed bag, that a bunch of other crap doesn’t come spilling out.

Sea To Summit Small Toiletry Bag

Yes. Along with getting the same cubes and backpack as Allison, I also got the same dop kit. I know, it’s adorable. We had different colors at least. Dop kits really dropped in usefulness in a post 9/11 world as security is always making you separate liquids and gels into a clear ziploc bag. When we were overseas, I found the rules to be a little less stringent and suddenly security didn’t need to see your toothpaste and deodorant anymore. My dop kit stayed pretty full the entire trip with your expected toiletries such as toothbrush, floss, etc as well as a mini med center filled with miscellaneous prescriptions we picked up as we gallivanted across the globe. As a side-note, you can get some AMAZING hangover medicine in Vietnam that contains codeine.

below the waist

Yes, pants has its own section. Now I’m completely committed to writing about clothes….I only brought gray pants. Gray hides dirt well and it means you can wear any pattern or color of shirt/sweatshirt/tank up top. While I’m proudly American, I knew better than to pack a pair of bluejeans. Aside from making you stick out from the crowd, bringing jeans on a long trip is a heavy endeavor. Instead of jeans, I brought a pair of wool travel slacks and a pair of synthetic athletic pants. No- not sweatpants. More like Yoga Man Pants (if that's a thing)

Bluffworks Classic Grey Mens Travel Pants-

These are travel pants that don’t look stupid or fit like they’re from Costco. There are no zip off leg sleeves or huge zippers- just subtle hidden pockets and a great modern fit. I wore these a lot in Europe when I wanted to look a bit more presentable for dinner or the random museum. That’s not to say that they also didn’t serve plenty of time as my rough and tough exploration pants. They are made out of a breathable wool and I wore them for the majority of our Vietnam motorcycle ride as well. They’ve been hiked in, soaked in mud countless times, and they are still in great enough shape to wear to dinner still.

One last bonus worth mentioning- They dry really quick and are wrinkle resistant. I didn’t iron them once the entire trip and they still managed to be presentable every time I took them out of my pack.

Lulu Lemon ABC Pant-

Now I’m really in dangerous territory, but yes, I have to heavily endorse a Lulu product (not sponsored, but ... available!) as a man. I’ve never been the type of guy to wear sweatpants, but for long plane rides, car rides, and just as a comfortable replacement for jeans, these pants fit the bill. The ABC pant is really stretchy but also made of a tough, durable fabric. The cut is athletic without being too tight. Finally, these pants too put up with being worn nearly every other day for a year and still looking brand new.

Billabong Crossfire X Submersible Shorts-

Stetchy, comfy, ultra light, and super quick drying. Also purchased in plain grey so they can be worn with anything. These were a godsend in South East Asia because they breathed so well and could dry out in just a short while out in the sun. I originally brought another pair of khaki shorts with me but ditched them after realizing I was literally only wearing this specific pair of shorts. When it came time to wash them, I knew that they could dry 4x over by the next morning.

Board shorts-

I wasn’t marching around in European cities in my trunks, but by the time we hit South East Asia I really lived in my board shorts and the Billabong submersible shorts I mentioned earlier.

Under Armor Mesh Boxer Briefs-

If you cared at all, now you have the answer. No wool boxer briefs for me. I’m completely sold on Under Armor mesh. Breathable and extremely fast drying after laundry day. I could even swim in boxer briefs and my billabong shorts and dry out completely in a reasonable amount of time.

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Vest-

$20 cheapo vest with hood, again from KMart, was a welcome addition to my outerwear while in New Zealand. Not something I would have wanted to have in my bag for the entire trip.

Tshirts-

Bring 3. I mean, THREE tshirts. They’ll be plenty of places to pick up cool new shirts while you’re abroad and you'll probably be wanting one anyways.

Rain Jacket-

Why did I not bring this on the trip? I was so concerned about having a bulky rain jacket that I brought a water resistant windbreaker. This ended up not being a huge deal in places like South East Asia, but a terrible problem in wet cold environments like New Zealand. I spent the six weeks in New Zealand in a cheapo rainjacket from KMart while my trusty North Face rainjacket sat at home hanging nice and dry in my closet.

Asia Rain Poncho

Why was not having the rain jacket in South East Asia not a huge issue? Just because we threw down about $3 USD and picked up some sick scooter ponchos. They were perfectly sized and designed to be worn while driving a scooter, and even had a little clear panel for your headlight to shine through. Absolutely essential if you're doing a motorbike trip.

A Bunch of Wool

How sick are you of reading about merino wool on travel blogs? It doesn’t stop here….

I first heard about Icebreaker when I was living with a couple Kiwis while working at a ski resort. They went on and on about how warm it was and the high quality of Icebreaker in particular. I broke down and bought my first long sleeved base layer that winter and have never looked back. Not to be redundant to everything that merino wool markets itself as, but its warm, its comfortable, it doesn’t stink, it dries quick, and it’s light. In particular I left with the following:

Icebreaker Tech Light T Shirt-

Great, athletic fitting t shirt that I wore constantly. It disappeared when I dropped it off at a laundry somewhere in Thailand.

Mens Everday Long Sleeve Crew-

Amazing base layer that you can wear countless days in a row. Think I wore it 6 weeks straight in New Zealand and would have been freezing otherwise. Black, while boring, can then be worn under a tshirt or hidden more easily under other top layers.

Icebreaker Quantum Long Sleeve Zip Hoodie-

The one hoodie I took on the trip! So warm and with roll out sleeves for your hands and thumb to go through. Though expensive, I’m glad I made the investment. I knew this would be my outer layer most of the time so I made sure it was an annoying orange color to stand out in landscape pictures. And stand out, I did.

Icebreaker socks-

Brought two pairs of merino wool socks with. Just like everyone else says-they don’t get smelly too easily, they breath, and they dry fast. I also brought a pair of thick wool socks that are for snowboarding- exceptionally warm and made by Burton.

Footwear-

Hi-Tec: V-Lite Walk-Lite Witton in Dark Chocolate-

Never heard of this company before I started looking for shoes to last me a year and be versatile enough to wear to dinner or go hike New Zealand in. I was amazed at how many brightly colored, gaudy as hell hiking shoes exist. If you want plain brown leather waterproof shoes, your choices are very limited. Fortunately, I found these shoes on Zappo and couldn't have been happier. They lasted the entire trip, were extremely light to pack when I didn’t need to wear them, and I’m still wearing them as knock-around shoes almost two years later.

Sandals-

I own a nice pair of leather sandals, but planned on picking up a pair of cheap flip flops while abroad. Turns out it was a great plan. You’ll want something the dries fast and can be used for hostel showers and beaches alike.

Accessories:

Buff-

You can find generic buffs on Amazon and ebay for less than two bucks. Our use for these was nothing earth shattering. We used them as dust masks for our motorbike trip, headbands, hats, and sometimes as just a cloth to wrap a camera in. Huge fan of buffs.

Bandana-

I grew my hair out like a hippie. Eventually, getting ready in the morning just consisted of brushing my teeth and tying my hair out of my face with a bandana. No haircuts was one of my favorite secret features of traveling for so long.

Revo Sunglasses-

Sorry ZZ Top- I despise cheap sunglasses so I brought my Revo Stern Xs along. They took a proper beating from deserts, boats, beaches and miles and miles of motorbiking. They eventually got too scratched up and I had to give them a hero’s burial in the Philippines.

Hat-

Just a $2 stocking hat from KMart in the New Zealand rounded out my cold weather collection for comfortable hiking.

Don’t Forget

This is probably not the first packing post you've read. Most likely they've all mentioned this too: pack half of what you think and leave room to pick up a few things while you’re abroad. Listen to everyone's advice. You’re going to run across a shirt you love or an awesome hand-made scarf that you’ll want to take home with you. I wasn't one for sentimental items or souvenirs but inevitably the weather will be different than you expected or you'll "be in the mood" to wear something different and for $20 you can grab what you want - you just don't want to have to throw something out just to add one thing in. No reason to leave home with your backpack overflowing.

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