#like whether that means right now i'd look 40 something or whether i'd look like 17 year old petey and grow old as he did idc. lol.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

if i could get a wizard to make me look like peter i would. it would almost definitely ensure me an acting career too on top of all the gender euphoria.

[pruning-the-minds-garden]

State of the Meunion

Heya. Lets have a conversation and catch up, shall we?

Anyway, I have been gone - to varying degrees and extents - for a while. I don't know whether that is going to change, at least not in a stable and long-term way, but I have a moment for this so I might as well use it.

This space started as a place to host my writings on hypnokink safety and community building. I don't know that most of that is as relevant as it once was, given that the community has fractured and gone to ground (mostly, I think, to Discord and other chat-based services) again in the time since I first put things up here. Back in 2016ish when I was first here (under a different, but similarly named, account), that was a big deal. I think it still needs to be a big deal as every day I see new people who seem to be interested in hypnokink but also are on the fringes of safe/healthy/sustainable practices, and so maybe could benefit from learning about them. But, also, I can't know that with certainty. Maybe this is a good point for an aside on that, so lets do that.

I always wonder when I see something #freeuseslut or #1ckyd4ddy or #goodgirl or whatever, if that is something that a person genuinely is going for or if they are kinking on the fantasy of it. Especially when I see a younger person - bear in mind I'm 40, so "younger" is to me like <25 y/o but especially <21 - posting about that it makes me wonder whether they think that is a healthy relationship style, whether they are posting that because that's what they think people want from them and they put their value as a person into being that fantasy... because that is not sustainable, not in most cases, and will cause injury in a good number of them. But, it's not my place to make people's lifestyle choices for them, so if they want to do things like that then they can. I just want them to make those decisions with a full, conscious awareness of the ramifications of those choices as they make them. Or, if they aren't really doing that, if it is just a game or an act... then that's a whole different ballgame. After all, I kink on mind control but that doesn't mean I want to take total control of someone's mind and make them into my unwilling hypnoslave. Sounds hot, sometimes, but is actually just rape and no that's not okay. Writing stories about it or whatever is all well and good, but I know that if I do anything like that it will be with the full, conscious, aware, informed consent of my partner (which does not diminish the hotness, btw). I wonder if something similar is happening there, if they are displaying the things that they think people want to see, showing sides of themselves carefully curated for their intended audience... but are really just doing the laundry or the dishes rather than masturbating furiously to all the dick pics they are undoubtedly receiving.

Yeah so I guess that's that aside. Back to the main point.

Right now I am doing... okay. Good some days, less good on others. Not really sustainably active, unfortunately. I will get active for a bit and then other things get in the way - health, life, etc - and I will drop off. I feel bad for the people that leaves on the hook, but I can't really control when that happens so there you go. That begs the question of what is going to happen with this space, though.

So, what's my plan here? Honestly I don't have one, but I can call out some goals and intentions and see how things go.

Given that I have so much trouble maintaining consistent activity, I'd like to get back to writing. That way, I can write when I can write, schedule (or queue) posts to go out, and that can be the extent of my activity. I'd like to do original art for said posts so you have something to look at beyond a wall of text, but honestly my choices there are limited (like, AI - which, yeah, I know the problems there - or stock photos of spirals and such) so I don't know if that will happen. I also want to write more on safety topics, but I feel like at this point that has been talked to death and so I might as well just write stories that weave those things in. Teaching through storytelling is a tried and true method anyway, so I might as well feature that. I also want to loop in all the other aesthetics and kinks and stuff that interests me, because - shocker I know - mind control isn't all I kink on.

Anyway, this has mostly been a vehicle for me to ramble on and ponder what I'm going to do. Since I'm done doing that, in the words of Overly Sarcastic Productions... "so... yeah."

[megaawkwardhuman]

don't mind me I'm just going insane over nandor's rings

OK OK OK SO idk WHY but my brain suddenly remembered this post by someguywife and it got me wondering how long has he owned those rings?

disclaimer: 100% looking too deep into this and most likely going insane also for the most part I only focused on old photos in the show since I doubt they would go out of their way to edit the rings onto the paintings for nandor

first I looked through the intro and for the most part the rings are nowhere to be seen.

(side note: didn't notice that the last photo was taken on the same night as the new years eve photo :D)

anyway I say for the most part cause of this fucking photo...

Now I don't know shit about polaroids but there's some numbers at the bottom of these photos.

This probably means something but after looking it up all the info I could find talks about numbers on the BACK of a photo so that's fuuuuuuuun. I would keep looking into this but I keep going in circles so please if you have any idea what 090111225 4 could mean please let me know It's driving me fucking crazy. I'm assuming it could translate into a date but idk it could mean nothing.

now looking at the outfits in the photo I'd say this is in the 70s maybe? idk I also suck at analyzing clothes so for now this photo is a dead end WHICH SUCKS CAUSE IT'S ONLY GOING TO GO DOWNHILL FROM HERE!

IF this is the 70s then on we have a rough estimate of WHEN he got them but that's just the intro what about in actual episodes.

if we go back to s2e8 collaborations we get a look at nandor in the 70s when he shows us photos of him and is old familiar benjy aND GUYS GUESS WHAT? N O F U C K I N G R I N G S

the latest date we see on one of those photos is 1974 so around the mid to late 70s he got his ring grea- oh what's that? there's more? greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat...

so going from season 2 to season 3 on s3e3 gail we also get to see some more old photos of our fav cringefail. he says they've been on and off for 30 to 40 years and doing the math that means they met around the early 80s so surely he should have his rings by now right? RIGHT?

at first no BUT THEN

DING DING DING I SEE A FUCKING RING FOLKS

so the next photo shows him celebrating new years with her and she looks to be around the same age SO THAT MEANS HE GOT THE RING IN THE LATE 90- wait the fuck a minute...

huh... WELP SHIT THIS GOT COMPLICATED!

so looking at the photo booth photos again it's most likely the rings nandor usually wears so you'd think he'd be wearing them since you know HE WEARS THEM ALL THE TIME!? but NOPE he's wearing this red ring instead.

and in the next photo you can't tell at all what ring he's wearing.

so what does this all mean? well here's my current theory:

at some point when he was first with gail he got his rings (whether it was a gift or something he picked up idk) so around the 80s or 90s but he didn't wear them as often as he does now.

head cannon: after guillermo complimented the rings we see him wear in the show he made sure to wear those specific rings everyday

thanks for watching me go crazy coming to my TED talk

[cfs-yogi]

I've been doing a qi gong routine, mostly in my head with bits of physical movements as I am able, not every day but reasonably often.

Anyways. Today's was nice in that I got a view of fluffy clouds. I also found it hard to stay focused because I had multiple insights as I went.

The second was about boredom, that boredom indicates a need, like thirst or the feeling of needing to use the bathroom, and the need that boredom signals is a need for challenge, to do something that is hard for you or that you could improve at. (I am bouncing off that post about the difference between distracting yourself from boredom, where the boredom comes back full force ones the distraction is removed, and sating the boredom, where the boredom stays away for a bit when you're done.) And I got this really intense flash of anger, because no one told me, I am learning so many things as an adult -- I'm over 40 ffs -- that no one ever told me and it feels like someone should have told me. Boredom means you need enrichment, something equivalent to a toy to chase for cats or frozen pumpkins or a tire swing for zoo animals. It's not something to be driven away with a wide enough range of distractions, it's not a sign it's time to fall as deeply into a video game as possible, it means you are missing a specific kind of "interesting" or "hard" that you need. It is a psychological hunger.

(Another thing I wish I had been told is any useful advice at all about how to get yourself to do things that you don't want to do. Basically all I got as a kid was "well you have to do it whether you like it or not," an attitude that has not served me particularly well in life. Compared to things like "if it's scary, you can get better at facing scary things by facing it" or "sometimes unpleasant things feel better if you think about how it benefits you or makes you a better person to do the thing". Granted I did pick up on "sometimes you can pair a thing you like with the thing you don't like", aka the spoon full of sugar approach.)

The earlier one had to do with happiness. I'd been fairly spiritually inclined as a teen and young adult (well, I still am) and definitely picked up on the idea that happiness doesn't come from having stuff or looking attractive or being popular. But none of that was really a challenge for me anyways, and what I don't think I got explicitly told is that happiness does not come from what you do either. There aren't intrinsically fun things you can do and intrinsically unpleasant things. Anything can feel good with the right mental framing, or at least can make you feel good about yourself for having done it anyways.

I don't know, maybe that seems obvious. But it's breaking my brain right now. I got too much work put on me in high school, and I got overly attached to having time free to do literally anything I felt like in the moment as a result, even though I've known for a long time that having long stretches of just doing whatever I feel like moment to moment does not reliably make me feel good and actually tends to make me feel worse than having work or school, unless it's for a limited period of time during a vacation or holiday.

Which makes sense if there's something about intentional effort that's sort of like, I don't know, protein? An emotional macronutrient, something you need a lot of, that should exist in balance with the macronutrient you get from leisure time. (Which probably has fuckall to do with paid work or doing what you're "supposed to" be doing. And does not necessarily have to be high spoons, like I said I got this insight doing mental qi gong, I wasn't moving and wasn't even concentrating especially hard.)

[fastcardotmp3]

28 33 40 :))). I was thinking of asking about 1 but I would be very surprised if you have an answer for that tbh! Your execution is always amazing. Maybe just like, "I would like to explore writing X fic but with Y"

💛 writers asks! 💛

anon that is far too kind of you (and you're right I would explore a lot of my fics from different angles fjasklfd) but I promise my answer to 1 ("Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?") is very many of the things that I've written!

one of the things I love about fic both as a writer and a reader is that a lot of the time you're engaging with a work in progress, but that means some of my post-as-you-go fics could definitely use some revision in hindsight!

SEFS was very let the vibes take me in its process and I can't look back at it without thinking about how I'd make parts of it more concise, etc; and if I had known my kas!chrissy series was going to develop a Real Narrative (instead of the AU snapshots I'd intended) I might've planned for it better from the start!

but now that I've answered a question you didn't ask fjaksdlfa onwards!

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

Write about your characters/ plots/ premises like you're a fan!!! Whether fic or not, something that helps knocking me out of my own head are things which you've actually probably seen a lot of on my blog-- little rambling rants and ficlets and commentary that go completely unedited and never end up as part of a final product but which remind you why you love a character, what's interesting about them to you, what the meaning behind their story is or a new angle to look at it from.

you never have to show it to anyone, but just letting yourself write about the world at large or a character specifically like you're going on a tirade to a friend can shake loose some really interesting ideas to explore AND gets the words flowing to boot <3

33. Give your writing a compliment

oof gah yikes @ this question etc but I think something I pride myself on at least trying to do are creating satisfying/ full circle/ fleshed out endings. at the very least, I write the kind of unrushed endings that i like to read, so that counts for something fjsdkl

40. Write a 9-word fic

(In the form of my favorite nancy thesis statement:)

Nancy Wheeler lives. That's what makes it a tragedy.

[lotus-mirage]

Trigun Stampede Episode 9 Liveblog

Ah back to the pianos. Although this might be an organ, I'm not sure if it's hooked up to the pipe-looking things behind it

Oh Knives also got help from SEEDS people. ...I thought they were in contact with all the other survivors? I wonder what happened here.

"production" "cut [the plants] off from a higher dimension" so "they can't maintain their bodies" Are they extra/multi-dimensional beings? Am I understanding that right? Huh.

that withered effect is actually horrifying, okay.

and the harvest is even worse

okay. okay ethics aside. I don't think this is a good long-term plan???? Like. Does this group have the tech to clone more Plants? Can they run that tech without power from the Plants they just killed?

Wait so this group also knows that Knives is a Plant? I'm surprised they're not using him for resources too.

Vash walks in in the middle of this??? Wow that's some timing.

okay tense scene but I still cannot take "Millions Knives" seriously as a name.

Wow and he actually kept using guns after that? I guess Vash doesn't seem to have much spite, but honestly even so I would have expected him to avoid them.

...I don't think that's the same gun, but it looks similar enough in shape that I'm considering it

I don't think 'once' is enough to warrant asking 'how many times.' Even if you count her initially taking Vash in, a) how would Knives know that b) that still doesn't warrant asking 'how many times'

Big glowing ball of purple energy. Hmm. I'd consider this a little late in the game to introduce something higher-fantasy (at least visually) to a show that's mostly been sci-fi, but okay.

Okay 'gate' is no longer requiring capitalization. And may or may not be a black hole.

I did not expect Knives to cut off his arm! I honestly thought it was going to be something kinda more mundane! ...why, though?

THEY'RE STILL ALIVE IN PRESENT-DAY!????? WHAT

But. But if they're still around. Are they just in hiding?? Why?? The whole 'lost technology' thing makes this so weird, because that means that they're kind of just sitting on the knowledge. And also presumably the Plants that were on the ship, too? Ethics aside, those also count as life-saving resources in a place that is in desperate need of that. Or if they're that close to where Knives had been, maybe he stole them already?

Well. Given the worms in the next shot I presume he'll know about them soon regardless.

Okay. Okay I had thought 'oh maybe they just live longer,' but I thought that'd be strange because... why would that be the case? Technology again? Genetic tampering???

I will say 150 years fits what I was thinking more than like. 40.

Okay yeah I didn't think that going in and out of cryosleep was an option. Do they like, automate it? That seems dangerous.

Yes, just. Light a cigarette over the very rare and extremely limited foliage, Roberto. Great plan.

actually huh do they like normally synthesize nicotine on this planet? that'd make some sense.

Okay before Vash answers the question of whether or not he can make up with Knives, my prediction is "no but actually yes." In that logically he doesn't think so but emotionally he does. And he's probably going to go with his emotions every time he sees a potential opportunity.

"third of the seven circles" yeah, okay. we're doing dante's inferno now.

Oh wait I was curious and went to google it. Dante's inferno has nine circles. Nevermind. In case it is relevant somehow anyway, wikipedia says the third circle is for gluttony, where sinners are punished in "an icy mud".

Googled it an heaven is also supposed to have nine circles. This tangent was probably wholly irrelevant lol.

What are these blink during Zazie's dialogue? They're interesting and I don't think we've seen them used like this before, but they're also throwing me off.

Oh more lore! Neat. (although. how and why does Zazie know this??)

Wait. Was the crash the twins caused the same as the one that people initially arrived on the planet in? It's only been 150 years??

...why are all of these plants red, actually? Haven't they established that's an unhealthy color for them? I thought Knives would try to take care of them a bit better?

Oh okay this is not an unfounded question. Nice.

End notes:

Okay yeah again nothing really to say here! I guess we're out of Vash's main flashback, but there's probably gonna be a bit more about what he's been up to in the meantime. I am really curious as to why Roberto and Meryl seem to have been moved from one location to another, though. I'd assume they'd be mostly irrelevant to Knives' group?

[taegularities]

Hello lovely Rid 💕💕

I saw you posting about being in a boring class right as I was scrolling through tumblr out of boredom during my lecture lmaooo. And now I'm enduring a 40 minute bus ride in a packed bus, so I decided to come and ramble to you a little (I know, shocker, I never do that).

It's literally nothing big or anything but remember that pretty guy with the long hair from my class that I told you about once? Well just as I was trying to figure out whether I only like the way he looks because of his pretty hair, he cut it lmaoooo. And like his hair is still to his shoulders which is pretty long but it used to be to his waist so it's a considerable change still. But here's the problem - he looks just as good and even more babygirl like that 😔😔😔.

And I haven't talked to him in a while because I'm not so sure what to say since our interests don't exactly align too much and he's also always with his friends (the way he loves anime and gaming and I've only watched death note and played the sims lmaooo).

I'm also the kind of person who can't properly have a crush on someone until they actually know them well, so I'm just in the stage of finding him very attractive and yet not actually having a crush on him. Long story short, I know I should just make an effort to talk to him more but it takes a lot of energy for me to talk to people I don't know well :/

Thank you for listening once again, Rid. I think this time I've thoroughly proven that I can ramble about the smallest thing. How are you doing, love, how are the classes other than this boring one? 💞💞💞

hi lovely. i know i never usually let you wait so long, so i'm sorry 😭

first of all, the irony of us being bored at the same time during class 🤣 and secondly, wait.. it's an amazing sign that he's still just as good looking, right? that means it wasn't just the hair !! though, if you decide to talk to him, i'd definitely dive into your interests at some point, bc ofc, that's how you'll find out how compatible you are.

tbh, take your time. it's fine to be shy about these things, it's rlly fkn hard to gather the courage to talk to someone. think it through, maybe make a mental list as to what you'd say to him if you spoke (and you like to ramble, i'm sure you'd find something!! i talked a guy's ears off just today 😭). but don't rush it. i bet you'll find a way and time to approach him... it'll be fun. remember he's just a human being, too!

death note? AMAZING CHOICE BTW. if you want more recs (not for the guy, but for yourself)... definitely watch the movies 'your name' or 'i want to eat your pancreas'. angsty af but so so so good.

and honestly, ivi, ramble whenever, you know the drill. i'm just happy you feel so safe and comfortable here to do so 😭 i've been pretty damn tired these days, but i'll always read and reread your messages and love them, so keep them coming 🥺

i've been okay, love! tired, as mentioned, and i'm so so worried about not being able to indulge in hobbies or be here much anymore once work starts, too. idk, i love being here, but today i couldn't put down much in my google doc, and i'm just scared of getting to a point where i can't do anything at all anymore lol but we'll see! thank you for stopping by and asking, sweetheart <333

[troglobite]

jalsdkjflkdj

i just realized that there are two major social forces rn that are at odds and it's eating me alive

public discourse around social justice is major. 👍🏼

but so is the anti-cringe, anti-sincerity bullshit.

i'm just sort of like [confused bisexual brazilian woman trying to do math] about that.

someone called voyager cringe and i'm like ??? bc they're around 40, have embraced their own style, are very sincere, and maybe have elements of goofy personalities and senses of humor?

why the fuck do you care? why is that embarrassing? grow the fuck up.

i'm tired of this shit where you can't be sincere

i try to be sincere w my friends and they act like they're fucking allergic (again if you're reading this it most likely doesn't apply to you)

and i'm really tired of it

i feel like some "well meaning" ppl have appropriated and weaponized sincerity to be nice instead of kind maybe? and now, what, we're just supposed to never be sincere abt anything?

you're just never supposed to believe anyone unless they're being a giant fucking asshole abt it, or super negative?

like hello, isn't that the problem w the far right? they don't believe that any of us sincerely think that healthcare education housing and food should be free. they don't believe in sincerity. they mock it.

and i feel like ppl on the left act the same fucking way.

you can decide in every interpersonal reaction whether you believe or trust someone, what your reaction and response is going to be, etc.

but i just feel like ppl deride "positivity" and sincerity, still, and call shit cringe

and the things they call cringe are either

completely innocent shit that is just something sincere and maybe "weird", if even that

or

someone being bigoted in a really stupid way, or being ignorant and doubling down

and it's like

you could just call them that instead of calling them cringe

and lumping that in with your hatred of the sweet and sincere

like i'm sorry, we want to abolish prisons and police--but you wanna be a fucking jackass to every person you meet and think sarcasm and irony are the only way to operate?

idk i just see it as this weird dissonance and i'm realizing it's what makes me VERY uncomfortable

bc i am a deeply sincere person who had to learn to make jokes and be ironic and sarcastic

and i still do for fun, of course, bc we all need a healthy dose of nonsense and funsies

and idk what to do when my sincerity is only okay when i'm angry abt something

and never in any other context

being a sincere fan of something once it's fallen out of popularity is "cringe"

and i'm really tired

as someone who was bullied for a million reasons, including being weird and cringey, for like my whole fucking life--

i'd really like it if we as grown fucking adults who are smarter and better than that could fucking stop it and learn to accept sincerity into our fucking lives

sincerity has EVERY place in social justice discourse--including ppl being able to sincerely apologize without everyone not believing them or writing them off

again, everyone gets to decide on a case by case basis how they respond to situations

but in general it's like....we're really prioritizing ironic detachment and scholarly speak bc that's what the right demands of us, but then we use it with each other and that just fucking sucks, dude

if we can't have sincerity and be "cringey" around those we have to defeat in public discourse

then why can't we have it with each other?

anyway. was just thinking.

ETA:

case in point

in reading over this myself, i started internally cringing bc i'm like "wow i sound like a white person asking everyone to play nice"

but i'm literally NOT

i'm half-white and also i'm asking for sincerity that isn't just critical. that allows ppl to feel things fully and without shame. loving things, each other, being wrong, being apologetic, being upset, being afraid, being nervous.

those can all be sincere

as can the sincere belief in what a just and righteous world looks like

and of course bc of our context that makes us mad a lot of the time

but if we're not operating out of a place of love for others, what are we even fucking doing here?

and love doesn't mean passive sweetness

it CAN be sweet

but sweet can also look different for different people and different contexts

sincerity is more than that

i'm not saying "play nice" i'm saying be real and vulnerable when and where you can

we should trust each other more and feel things for real with each other, bc otherwise, what the fuck are we doing?

am i supposed to just be like "yep, the only person i can be fully vulnerable with is my therapist" and think that that's okay? NO!!!

be sincere! be vulnerable! MEAN it! love things! don't put caveats or shame on things! it's okay to be wrong and apologetic! to sincerely not know something and ask questions. to gracefully accept and answer, etc.

idfk man i'm just. yeah.

[cuti-romeros]

A lovely anon in my inbox yesterday mentioned that Gary went on a political podcast earlier this week, and as ever, Jamie came up several times

(Separately, Gary is a magnetic speaker and it was fascinating listening to the full interview, so I would highly recommend it to anyone interested)

But I’ve listened to the full two hours in case you don’t plan to, and here are the carraville bits you came for:

-

On being nervous to be on a political podcast (21:35)

MNF in particular, that minute or two before we go on air. It’s live, four hours…You certainly don’t know what’s going to come out of Carragher’s mouth next. And absolutely, he doesn’t know what’s gonna come out of his mouth next. So you’re always a little bit on edge, thinking you’ve got to be ready. And I think it’s a good thing sometimes.

On growing to like London (25:40)

I spend a lot of time down here now. Actually, I stay at the Corinthian, just around the corner... Me and Carragher. I mean, honestly... [host interjects something] I know, Carragher, he's drinking red wine, he writes for The Telegraph, he's staying in Whitehall. Fucking hell. He's from Bootle!

On whether people he's played football with share his political opinions (33:10)

Take Carragher. I mean, to be fair, I didn't like the guy at all when I played against him. And now, to be fair, we've become really good friends.

On joining the Labour Party (36:41)

I thought, to be fair, I was shouting my mouth off that much. And Carragher goes, "What are you fucking up to—" [to the interviewer] Do the Carragher accent, I can't do the Carragher accent. [interviewer does a not great impression of Jamie saying, "What are you doing? You can't talk about Labour without joining, of course you can't."] So I just thought I'd put my money where my mouth is.

On the interviewer asking, "Do you have [political] conversations with Carragher?" (53:01)

(Under a read more because there's still a lot from here)

(chuckling) You can't, can you, really? Difficult, that. [interviewer: "well I got the impression that he was quite Labour"] He is, he is very much. Very much Labour. Very much. Yeah. Absolutely. Can't not be, can he, from where he comes from. Also, I mean, you think about the way in which, sort of, the city of Liverpool and Merseyside view the Conservative Party. Phew. But do you know something, they aren't wrong are they, at times... They're wrong about a lot, but— (chuckles) No I don't have this type of conversation... He's furious as well. He's furious as well. He doesn't speak about it as much, not publicly either. But yeah, he's not happy. He retweets a lot, he posts out a lot. I think he went for Johnson last week, didn't he.

On him and Jamie calling out Partygate on Sky (54:04)

Yeah, it was FNF. We got a right bollocking for that. We have about a thousand complaints from Ofcom every fucking week. The amount of people who complain about me and Carragher, it's unbelievable honestly. It's fantastic. If we mention politics, we get a call, usually from the hierarchy at Sky... You never get a call to say, "well done, great show yesterday". But to be fair, they do get that many complains, the Ofcom then maybe get involved. We'll be told, you know, "make sure you're balanced"... We don't push it, because we accept it's a football audience that are, if you like, tuning in… We should, in our everyday lives, not be ignoring what's currently going on. We should be able to relate to it, particularly if there's a big event. I mean, if there'd been a no-confidence vote on the night of MNF, I don't we'd have come out alive, me and Carragher. I don't think they'd have let us on, I think they'd've cancelled the game!

On why England's Golden Generation failed (1:04:37)

When I look back then and think, the division between us—you know, me and Carragher, for instance... There were cliques.

On someone in football that's like Boris Johnson (1:10:49)

I've never met a guy like him in my life. I've never met—I've met some arseholes, don't get me wrong. I work with one regularly on Sky. (chuckles)

[moonshineboyz]

[17:40]

Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

masterlist ♡

“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.  

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.  

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.  

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

[lucky-number-salim]

haven't seen much smut of these two so i thought i'd contribute! plus i just really love writing awkward salim.

Summary: Jason discovers that being stuck in quarantine isn't all that bad. Not when he gets to spend some quality time with Salim.

Warning for smut and spoilers for the game. Also excessive swearing because Jason.

Word count: 4.7k

Jason X Salim: Hit the Showers

Jason was right about ready to kill something.

The only thing holding him back was the fact that that was exactly what had landed him in this mess in the first place. CENTCOM was way too interested in the goddamn alien-vamp nest they’d all accidentally stumbled upon, keeping Jason in a stuffy interrogation room for what felt like days.

Nicky and the others had been sent to bed hours ago. But the hazmat suit fuckers had been way too intrigued by why Jason and Salim had ended up working together, making both of them tell the same damn story about a hundred times under the guise of “ironing out irregularities” and “making sure there wasn’t a conflict of interest”.

What they really wanted to know was whether Jason had deserted when shit hit the fan.

He couldn’t deny the thought of going AWOL was sounding really fucking tempting right about now, and Jason could vividly picture himself clocking the gas-masked moron in front of him before making a run for it. He’d probably be shot in the back, but at least he wouldn’t have to sit through another goddamn minute of being scolded like he’d chosen to nearly get eaten by creatures straight from someone’s nightmare.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow,” the masked fucker finally said. “Rest up. And for the love of God, go take a shower.”

And that was when Jason’s patience ran out.

“I would’ve fuckin’ loved to, about ten fuckin’ hours ago—" Jason yelled, pushing up from his seat.

“What a great suggestion!” Salim was quick to step in, placing a firm hand on Jason’s shoulder to hold him back. “Which way to the showers?”

It was probably the middle of the night when they finally got a chance to wash up after that fuck-awful mission. That meant Jason had been awake for a solid 40-something hours. He was pretty sure he was running on nothing but adrenaline and spite, his jaw tense as he silently undressed.

"It's going to be good to finally wash off the vampire guts," Salim said conversationally from a few lockers down. Jason snorted out a laugh despite the situation.

The locker room was completely empty save for them, a section of the base quarantined until CENTCOM deemed them not infected. After what happened to Rachel, Jason couldn’t really blame them, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t protested loudly at the number of needles the scientists insisted on prodding him with.

At least having Salim there made it all a little more bearable.

"I dunno, I think that fossilized vamp dust might be pretty valuable to some collector," Jason mused.

"If it wasn't for me, you would be swimming in the stuff," Salim said. "I still can't believe you actually touched that thing."

"You're the one who dared me to."

"I didn't expect you to do it!"

They continued bickering while removing the last of their clothes and heading for the showers. Jason knew there was no real heat behind either of their words, just pointless banter to stop them from falling asleep on their feet.

"—and then you fuckin' threw the thing right at me," Jason chastised while hanging up his towel. "Sure you weren't aimin' at my head instead of the vamp?"

"I should have, to knock some sense into you," Salim shot back. "I told you to leave and you just charged right back in there."

Jason whipped around to face the smartass, a snarky comment about saving him ready on his tongue—

And promptly forgot how to form words at all upon seeing Salim's very naked, very toned body walking across the tiled floor to one of the showers.

He knew Salim was a good-looking dude, but Jason wasn’t expecting him to look this good. He had a muscular back, broad shoulders and great ass that jiggled with every step. When Salim started the shower and turned around to wash his back, Jason was greeted with the sight of firm pecs, a perfect amount of dark hair that covered his chest and tapered off over a soft stomach and down to his cock.

And fuck, what a cock it was. Thick and cut, resting heavy between Salim's toned legs. It wasn’t even hard, but it was still the prettiest goddamn dick Jason had ever seen.

Realizing he’d been staring, Jason snapped out of it and quickly got in a shower of his own. He picked one few ones down the row, just to put some distance between them—not that he particularly wanted to, but he’d rather not be too obvious about it.

Luckily Salim was either too tired or just too oblivious to notice Jason gawking at his body. He merely kept showering, seeming wholly unbothered by his nudity. Jason had to admit he wasn't expecting it; he’d thought people around this part of the world were supposed to be prudish. Then again, Salim was a soldier and probably just as used as Jason to seeing naked dudes cramped in the showers after a day of training under the desert sun.

It also meant Jason was able to sneak glances while they washed themselves in silence.

He couldn’t decide whether he preferred the view of Salim from the front or back. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or the near-death experience they’d just gone through together, but the dude looked like a goddamn chiseled Greek statue.

Well—with the notable exception of the size of his junk. Even if he was just a shower and not a grower, Salim was definitely more gifted in that department than most guys Jason knew.

Belatedly catching himself ogling Salim’s dick again, Jason squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face to the shower stream to wash away both dust and shame. He needed to fucking focus, not just stand there drooling over his friend’s prick.

Not that he’d mind getting his mouth on it—

"Don't fall asleep on me," Salim's voice echoed through the small space, and only years worth of gunshots and explosions stopped Jason from flinching at the sudden sound of it.

Glancing over at Salim’s smiling face, Jason forced out a fake chuckle.

“You’re one to talk,” Jason said. “Look like you’re about to curl up for a nap any second now.”

“Last I checked, I was a human and not a cat,” Salim shot back. “I’m just saying that we should be careful about not slipping. I’d rather not get a concussion on top of everything else that has happened.”

“Would make for a funny-ass tombstone though,” Jason mused. “‘Here lies Lt. Kolchek, survivor of wars and alien monster attacks, cracking his skull open while falling asleep in the fucking shower’.”

“You have a strange definition of ‘funny’,” Salim said.

They kept up the back-and-forth while finishing washing themselves, and Jason considered it a good distraction from both the impending exhaustion and the tantalizing sight between Salim’s legs.

They ended up showering together the next day, too. And the day after that. There was no reason for them to, they had plenty of time to shower separately or with Nicky or Eric.

But each time one of them proclaimed to hit the shower, the other would follow.

Jason knew it didn’t mean anything. Well, he sure as hell wasn’t gonna say no to seeing more of Salim's naked body, but Salim probably just felt more comfortable around Jason than the others.

Which kind of made the whole peeping thing seem really, really wrong.

So Jason tried not to look. He tried to keep up the easy conversation, pretending like he wanted this naked alone time with Salim as an excuse to talk shit about CENTCOM or the colonel. Salim went along with it easily enough, cracking some savage jokes about their hazmat suit guards.

But sooner or later, Jason's attention would drift and his eyes started to wander.

To the way Salim's arms flexed when he adjusted the temperature of the shower. The way his eyes closed and his mouth dropped open when he got that first hit of sweet, hot water on his body. The way said hot water ran down his equally hot pecs and the cute softness around his gut.

And definitely to the way his thick cock was no longer flaccid in the showers.

Armed with the knowledge that his friend wasn't just packing for show, Jason had more than a few desperate wanks after their little shower sessions. If Salim noticed his sudden need to urgently excuse himself for a piss after washing himself, he didn’t say anything.

After a week and a half of showering together and pretending not to be bothered by Salim's gorgeous body, it was like a slap in the face to find out that it was coming to an end.

"Did they tell you they are releasing me tomorrow?" Salim asked with a smile. He was clad in nothing but a towel, sitting on a bench by the lockers while waiting for Jason to get ready for the shower.

"They did," Jason said stiffly.

He swallowed the weird lump in his throat and turned to face his locker. He was happy for Salim, glad that he’d finally get to go home and not be stuck with CENTCOM's goons. But at the same time, he was gonna miss him something fierce.

And not just the borderline inappropriate showers, either. He was gonna miss his dumb jokes between their interrogations, his annoyed rants about their guards, and his companionship during sleepless nights when neither of them could sleep without nightmares.

Just having Salim around had done wonders for Jason's mood and he wasn't looking forward to losing the friendship they'd formed.

"I'm glad you finally get to see your boy," Jason said.

"I can't even describe how much I've missed him," Salim sighed happily.

Jason smiled into his locker; Salim was such a great dad. If his own folks had been half as good parents, maybe he wouldn't have turned out as such a fuck-up.

"Zain's a lucky kid," Jason said. "Got the most kick-ass dad I've ever met."

Salim was unusually quiet, so once Jason managed to wrestle free from his shirt, he turned from his locker to face him with a frown.

Only to find Salim looking at him with a fucking adorable smile.

"Thank you, Jason," Salim said.

'For everything' was left unsaid.

"Yeah," Jason said, hurrying to turn back around to hide the heat blooming on his cheeks. "You too."

He hurried to undress and wrap a towel around his waist. He felt weird doing so, goosebumps prickling on his skin—like he was being watched.

But that was fucking dumb. It’s not like Salim would look at him undressing. He was probably just lost in thought, thinking about his son.

"You ready?" Jason asked, slamming his locker shut.

"Yes," Salim simply said, getting up to follow him to the showers.

Jason shot him a weird look for the lack of snarky comment, but Salim's face betrayed nothing. Maybe he was just tired after the week's worth of debriefings.

Or tired of Jason.

They hung their towels and went to their by now practically named showers—still a respectable two empty spots between them.

Lost in thought, Jason managed to focus on getting clean, for once. He absently washed his hair and massaged a kink in his shoulder, staring at the tiled floor while his mind was busy elsewhere.

Salim was leaving tomorrow. Nothing Jason could do would change that, and he didn’t even want to change that. Their unlikely friendship had been the best thing to come out of this whole mess, but it wasn't like Salim could stay here on US base forever. He had his own life to get back to, and Jason had years of being under government surveillance to go through.

He wondered if Salim was at all bummed to leave. He was probably just excited to get rid of Jason's annoying company and weird infatuation with him.

Just for old time’s sake, Jason sneaked one last glance at Salim showering—

And caught Salim looking at him instead.

Salim was barely paying attention to his shower, his dark eyes trained firmly on the lower region of Jason's body. He seemed weirdly focused, his mouth open and looking almost dumbstruck as he stared at Jason's naked form just as intently as Jason had been staring at him the last week and a half.

Jason's eyes trailed lower and—fuck. His suspicions were right; Salim was hard, his pretty cock jutting out proudly from his body, at fucking full mast just from looking at Jason.

Jason must’ve made some sort of noise—a gasp, a grunt, hell, maybe even a fucking moan—because suddenly, Salim's eyes snapped up to meet his own.

For a few seconds, they just stared at each other. And shit, now that Jason was looking for it, he could see the clear signs of arousal on Salim's face; his dark pupils, heavy breaths, and the redness coloring his ears.

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and Jason held his breath and waited for something to happen.

"Sorry," Salim finally said, turning back to his shower like nothing had happened.

Disappointment washed over Jason and he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He knew he should let it go. But his dick had other ideas, chubbing up at the knowledge that Salim got turned on by looking at him.

"You're good," Jason said. "Only fair you get to perv on me too."

His heart was beating frantically as he pretended to wash under his arms while waiting for the reply.

"At least you were a little more subtle about it," Salim said. His voice was quieter than normal and he shifted to hide his very obvious erection.

Like he was ashamed.

"I sure as hell ain't complaining," Jason said.

Salim turned off the shower and Jason swore he felt his heart nearly stop. He looked back over at Salim, seeing him peeking over his shoulder at Jason—such a shy, cute gesture.

"Are you… would you…?" Salim asked.

He didn’t quite manage to get the words out, but the way his eyes immediately dropped down to Jason’s half-chub got the message across loud and clear.

"Hell yeah," Jason said, a grin plastering itself onto his face.

Salim smiled back; a beautiful, tiny thing. Slowly, he turned around, and Jason tried and failed to not stare at his cock. Salim fidgeted under the attention and his dick twitched, making Jason’s mouth water as if on reflex—but after that, nothing happened.

So Jason made it happen.

"If I'm not choking on your pretty cock in the next two minutes, I think I'm gonna die," Jason said.

It was blunt and far from romantic, but it made Salim chuckle so Jason would chalk it up as a win.

"So impatient," Salim said, finally walking over to Jason.

"Yeah well, it’s…” Jason's cocky voice wavered as the realization set in. “Your last night here,” he said, his lips pressing into a line.

Salim was right in front of him now, so close that Jason could almost feel the heat radiate off of him. He quietly stepped aside to make room for him under the shower.

"This isn't the last we’ll see of each other," Salim said.

“Right,” Jason snorted, rolling his eyes for good measure.

"Jason," Salim said, his voice firm, and the soldier inside of Jason instinctively looked back at him. "We will meet again. I don't care what it takes; neither gas masked idiots nor any stupid wars can keep me from you."

The smile was back on Jason’s face before he could stop it. What a goddamn adorable idiot he had ended up falling for.

"Didn't know you were such a romantic," Jason said.

Salim smiled back, and a hesitant hand hovered over Jason's hip.

"I don't want this to be a one-time thing," Salim said, his hand finally settling onto Jason's waist. "If—I mean, if you still want to," he added, floundering.

Jason pretended to mull over the question, looking into deep, questioning eyes that waited for his answer.

"You got one minute left," Jason said with a smirk.

Salim's brow furrowed in confusion before his eyes widened in realization, followed by an amused chuckle.

And then he was leaning down and Jason's brain short-circuited because holy shit Salim was kissing him.

Salim's lips were hesitant and so fucking gentle, and Jason got some water in his eyes while adjusting into it but he didn’t fucking care, because the man he’d been quietly pining over was finally in his arms. He let out a filthy groan into the kiss and pulled Salim closer, wanting no space to exist between them.

His reaction seemed to boost Salim’s confidence. A strong arm wrapped around Jason's waist and the other hand came up to cup his head, gently cradling it against the best damn kiss Jason could ever remember having. Jason felt like he was on fire; having Salim's mouth and body against his was so much better than he could have ever imagined.

And God, his cock felt fucking amazing, heavy and warm where it laid trapped between their bodies. Jason clawed on Salim's back and rocked his hips against Salim's, not giving a damn whether he seemed desperate or not.

Salim's breath hitched against his lips when Jason's cock slid over his own, the water and pre and lingering soap making everything slippery. Jason grew fully hard in seconds, taking over the kiss and pushing his tongue into Salim's mouth, pleased to note that Salim seemed happy to let him.

But as fun as it was to hear Salim's cute noises and feel that amazing cock rubbing up against him, Jason had made a promise and he intended to keep it. Giving Salim one last, lingering kiss and carefully prying his fingers away from his hair, Jason sank down on his knees, angling himself away from the stream of the shower. His eyes never left Salim's, and seeing those dark eyes go black as the fucking night as he panted in arousal was the best kind of encouragement Jason could ask for.

He redirected his attention to the task at hand, now faced with Salim's hard cock. It looked even bigger up close, and Jason eagerly wrapped his hand around the girthy base.

Salim groaned low in his throat and his dick twitched in Jason’s grasp, a bubble of pre escaping the slit.

"Fuck," Jason cursed, giving the cock a few good pumps. "You're fucking huge."

Salim fidgeted under the touch and Jason's unwavering stare.

"Well, I… thank you?" he said, apparently not sure how to accept the compliment.

How anyone can be so self-conscious over owning such a stunning cock, Jason would never understand.

“I should be thankin’ you,” Jason shot a grin up at the man.

Determined to show Salim just how incredible Jason found him, he wasted no further time before taking the tip into his mouth.

Salim's moan was like music to his ears, and Jason hummed happily and set about exploring the engorged head with his tongue. Salim tasted fucking divine, clean skin and musky saltiness on Jason's tongue. His girth forced Jason's mouth open wide but he sure wasn’t complaining, eagerly feeling the vein along the underside throb against his stretched bottom lip.

"Jason," Salim groaned deeply and Jason moaned right alongside him.

Salim saying his name in that goddamn voice of his definitely did things to Jason, getting praised like he was something special. Salim was leaking onto his tongue and Jason's cock throbbed untouched between his legs, and it suddenly became clear that they were both way too fucking high-strung to make this last long.

With that in mind, Jason took a deep breath through his nose and sank down as far as he could on Salim's beautiful cock.

"Al'ama," Salim cursed.

His hands grabbed onto Jason's hair while the head of his cock rested against the back of Jason's mouth. When Jason tried to force himself further, he momentarily gagged from the sheer size of Salim stretching his throat.

"Sorry—" Salim apologized, trying to pull away.

Jason made a sound of protest and pulled him back by his hips, shooting Salim a glare that he hoped conveyed his message of ‘I ain’t a fuckin’ quitter’.

Determined not to let the setback keep him from his goal, Jason tried again, pulling off almost fully and taking a few calculated breaths.

And then, he slowly sank down and took all of Salim smoothly down his throat.

"Jason, s-shit," Salim groaned, his fingers digging into Jason's scalp.

Jason hummed in satisfaction and pulled back just enough to take another deep breath through his nose before sinking back down. He felt as much as heard Salim's moan, a full-body shudder running through the Iraqi as Jason pleasured him.

"You're amazing," Salim praised, his death grip on Jason's head slowly relaxing into stroking his hair. "So amazing."

Jason's eyes slid shut and he basked in the contrast between the sweet words and the obscenely big cock stretching his mouth. Even while down on his knees and choking on another man's cock, he felt powerful. Making a badass warrior's knees tremble like this with just his mouth was a goddamn thrill, and his own cock was leaking like a faucet onto the tiles in agreement.

Salim's words turned to incomprehensible murmurs and groans while Jason kept up the steady pace of taking his cock down his throat. Feeling Salim's thighs tense in his grip and hearing the labored breathing over the stream of water, Jason gave up the last of his willpower and reached down to jack his own angrily throbbing cock. The friction of his hand felt fucking incredible, and he moaned like a goddamned whore around Salim's cock upon finally getting some relief.

"Shit," Salim cursed, the vibrations of Jason’s throat seeming to be the last thing to send him over the edge. "Jason—oh, Jason."

The last word was practically a whimper, and then Salim's hands were tightening in his hair and his cock pulsed in Jason's mouth, shooting its load down Jason's welcoming throat.

Hearing his name like it was a goddamn prayer and feeling Salim's cock spasm and spend into his mouth, Jason only needed a few pumps of his fist before he came embarrassingly fast. He swallowed and nearly sobbed around Salim's softening prick, his spunk splattering onto the tiles and getting washed away by the now lukewarm water.

Jason reluctantly pulled away, sitting back on his heels while catching his breath and coming down from the post-nut high. Salim was leaned against the shower wall, sounding just as out of breath as Jason, his legs trembling from what Jason hoped had been a mind-blowing orgasm.

Their eyes met each other's, and for a second, Jason feared that this would change everything between them.

And then Salim bowed his head and broke out in a giddy laugh, and Jason couldn't help but join him, snickering at the absurdity of the situation.

"Did that really just happen?" Salim asked. He was grinning down at Jason and there was not a hint of regret to be found in his expression.

"About damn time, if you ask me" Jason said, his voice hoarse.

He cleared his throat and pushed himself up on his feet, silently cursing the creaking of his knees. So he might be a little sore after this endeavor, but he sure as hell didn't care.

"Yes, well," Salim said, shuffling self-consciously. "Some of us aren't quite as confident as you."

Jason snorted and stepped back in the shower next to Salim.

"What's so funny?" Salim asked, shoving Jason playfully.

"You are," Jason shot back, nudging Salim with his elbow before turning to wash some of the drool and spunk off his front. "Fuckin' hottest man I've ever laid eyes on is shy about his body."

There was a pause from the man behind him, but after a beat, Salim's body pressed flush against Jason's back.

"Is this alright?" Salim asked, his head coming to rest on Jason's shoulder as he hugged him from behind.

"Hmm," Jason hummed, relaxing into the embrace. "Take a wild guess."

"Well aren’t you awfully agreeable today," Salim teased.

He placed a kiss on the nape of Jason's neck. It was such an unexpected and sensual gesture, making goosebumps rise on Jason's skin.

"Shut up," Jason said, not even bothering to hide his sated smirk.

Salim hummed and kept kissing at his neck, his hand trailing down Jason's torso.

"Can I…?" Salim asked, his fingers resting just below Jason's navel.

It took Jason's tired brain a few seconds to catch up.

"Oh," he said stupidly. "I, uh, kinda took care of it already."

"What?" Salim asked. "When?"

"From about when I moaned like a bitch in heat to right after you came down my throat," Jason said.

Salim cleared his throat, still clearly embarrassed over the ordeal.

"...I see," Salim said, his hand returning to its place on Jason's midsection. "Then it would seem I’m in your debt.”

"Just keep kissin' me and we're good," Jason said. He turned his head and nudged Salim's forehead with his own, a not-so subtle hint.

Salim pecked his neck one last time before obliging and capturing Jason's lips in a kiss.

It was much softer than before, both of them sated and comfortable against each other. Jason spared a teasing lick into Salim's mouth and the other grimaced.

"Not a fan of the taste?" Jason huffed, pulling away. He used the opportunity to turn to face Salim in the shower, tilting his head back to rinse his hair.

"I can't believe you actually swallowed… that," Salim said, a hint of that same embarrassment flashing over him. "It's so dirty."

"You should know by now I've got a filthy mouth," Jason shot back.

“I didn’t think it applied literally,” Salim said.

“Gonna wash my mouth with soap and give me a spankin’?” Jason grinned.

“No—well, I mean, that… that would depend on the circumstances,” Salim stammered. “With—with the latter.”

Salim squared his shoulders and reached behind Jason to adjust the temperature of the water with an unsteady hand; clearly trying to look smooth at the prospect of spanking Jason and failing miserably.

“Cute,” Jason said, not catching the thought before it slipped through his mouth. “You’re so goddamned cute.”

"And you’re just as cocky as ever,” Salim shot back somewhat defensively, before chuckling. “We make quite the couple."

"Damn right we do," Jason grinned.

He didn't have time to fully realize the implications that Salim had just called them a couple, because all of a sudden the gorgeous man was leaning in to claim his lips once more.

They kissed again, Jason mindful not to use tongue, and it was still really fucking nice. Just being held gently under the water and kissed like he was something precious by the man who'd stolen his goddamned heart was everything Jason never knew he'd needed.

When they separated from the kiss, they only exchanged soft smiles before Salim pulled Jason into a tight hug. If it was anyone else, Jason would’ve thought it a kind of awkward gesture; but this was Salim, clinging to Jason like he never wanted to let go, and everything about it was just so fucking sweet.

Unfortunately, it also made him remember the shitty reality of tomorrow.

"Did you mean it?" Jason asked, making Salim shift against him. "What you said before?"

‘Nothing can keep me from you.’

He could feel Salim's smiling lips press a kiss onto his shoulder, and his hand dropped to intertwine their fingers together by Jason’s side.

"Take a wild guess," Salim teased.

Jason laughed and Salim squeezed his hand tighter; an unspoken promise between them.

The water was already cold by the time they finally finished showering.

But Salim's body was just as warm as his smile, and Jason sure as hell didn't mind getting a little cold if it meant he got to see more of it.

It didn't matter that Salim wouldn't be staying on base anymore. When those pretty eyes looked at him like he was the fucking world, Jason fully believed they'd find a way to make this work, navigating whatever shit life threw their way.

Because for the first time in his life, Jason was actually looking forward to the future.

[shpadoinkle-day]

from Salon.com 

24/02/00

Pick me! I'm a real multimillionaire!

A "shocked and outraged" Trey Parker speaks out on Fox's fumble.

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By Carina Chocano

Feb. 24, 2000 | Oh sure, he meets lots of girls. They follow him around even.

But "South Park's" Trey Parker is still reeling from news of the cancellation

of Fox's "Who Wants to Marry a Multi-Millionaire?" I caught up with Parker at

home in Hawaii, where he is attempting to recover from the loss.

"I am shocked and outraged," says Parker. "I had finally figured out how I'd

find my wife-to-be. I can't believe they cancelled the show because of one

asshole."

You think he's kidding? You try being famous and looking for love in Los

Angeles. "It makes perfect sense. You get 300 people together and have your mom

narrow it down for you."

How did Fox manage to mess up the solution to what Parker calls "my problem"?

("What problem?" "The problem of not being able to find anyone to marry." "Oh

... Really?" "Yeah! We work all the time and live in Los Angeles." "Oh.")

"The producers messed up," he says. "They had plenty of time to really check

these people out."

When he first heard about the show, he says, he wondered, "What makes a

millionaire? I mean, how much was this guy worth? I don't remember who said

that 'Nowadays, any asshole with a million dollars thinks he's rich.' It's

totally true. To be a millionaire now you need at least $4 million, after taxes

and other stuff. I wouldn't wipe my ass with $750,000. [Laughs] I'm a

millionaire! I'm the guy they should have brought on the show!"

Then there was the problem of the questions. If they really wanted to rip off

"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire," they should have asked questions that that

required, say, "a minimal understanding of history. So you could have an

intelligent conversation."

So here's what Parker proposes. Fox does another special, he'll be the

bachelor. But the rules have to change.

First, no secret bachelors. "There isn't any reason to have the guy concealed."

I suggest that, in this particular case, there was.

"Well, see, that's the problem. They shouldn't be talking to 40-year-old guys

worth $2 million. They should be talking to 30-year-old guys worth $15 million.

That's the shit."

Second, "and this makes it more fair to the women, once [the producers] pick

the guy, then they should send out that guy's picture and bio, and women can

decide, based on that, whether they want to go on the show. Then both are

making the choice. It's not just, because you're a woman, all you get to know

about is the money. So they would say, at the end of a show: 'Here's who's

going to be on next time, call if you want to be on.'"

Third, "You ask mentally challenging questions, and if they don't get them,

they're out. I would ask questions that would at least show that they knew

something. Like, 'What's the difference between astronomy and astrology?"

"I have the two most important questions to ask a woman," Parker says. "The

first one is, 'How's your relationship with your father?' Because nine times

out of 10, if the answer is 'I hate my father,' or 'I haven't seen my father in

10 years,' or 'My father is dead,' then they have issues. It doesn't

necessarily mean no way, but it's a big warning.

"The second question is, 'Who won the Civil War?'"

Parker's roommate later asks, "Did he tell you the story? He asked one girl,

just as a joke, who won the Civil War, and she had no idea. Then he asked

another one, and she said, 'The North,' but had never heard of the Union or the

Confederacy. Then it just became a running thing."

And finally, to keep the stakes really high, you'd be bound by the rules of the

game. "It could even be funny," he says. "Say there's this woman you're totally

attracted to, she's totally beautiful and she's gotten a lot of questions

right. You're totally stoked on her. And then they ask her, say, the Civil War

question and she gets it wrong? She's out, whether you want her to be or not.

That would be sweet! 'Cause then you'd be like, 'Nooo!' Meanwhile everyone was

rooting for her and you were too!"

Also, he says, that would have taken the sting out of making it as sexist as it

was. "It would then be equally fucked-up for everybody."

(We are briefly interrupted by a woman asking Parker a question. "That was my

cleaning woman. For my house in Hawaii. I'm a millionaire! I'm not fuckin'

around!")

Then the conversation takes a tender turn.

"I'm actually in a smaller but similar situation. I got nominated for an

Academy Award [for his song "Blame Canada," co-written with Marc Shaiman for

the "South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut" soundtrack] and I'm trying to get a

date for the show. 'Cause that's a sweet date! I should be able to get an

awesome date for that! But, again, everyone that I know, I already know. And

everyone in L.A. that I know ... I don't really like that much. And I'd rather

take someone who has nothing to do with that scene.

"My dream would be either someone who is a marine biologist or a forensic

scientist."

I am momentarily confused. "Like Quincy?"

"Not an autopsy person necessarily," he says. "Someone who takes the bullet and

says, 'It came from this direction, he died then because of this.' Or a marine

biologist. One of those chicks that does stuff with Shamu. I would be so stoked

on that! Those two things I totally get into, but I don't have time for them.

So if I had a partner that was, it would be awesome. Crime-story stuff? I love

that stuff.

"And the problem is, my choices are all the people I know in L.A. And we'd just

talk about Hollywood. And I hate talking about Hollywood because I live

Hollywood. It's pretty hard to find a marine biologist or a forensic scientist

here."

"Someone from where I'm from, like Colorado or Arizona, someone who's getting

their masters in one of those two things ... well, I guess you wouldn't be

getting your master's in marine biology in Colorado, but you know what I mean

... that would be great. But, obviously, I have no bones about saying that she

should be a knockout ... 'cause I deserve it! 'Cause I'm not big, fat and gross

or anything."

"Yeah, but last time I saw you," I say, "you didn't have any hair."

"I'd shaved it off. But it's all grown back now."

Then I think. Then I say, "You're not serious about any of this, are you?"

"Oh, yeah!" he says, "Totally!"

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑃𝑡.2 (𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎×𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

Part One/ Part Three / Part Four

Pairing: Badboy! Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, College Au.

Summary: Y/N has no idea what to make of the mysterious Park Seonghwa. Does he really like her or is he simply playing with her?

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Flipping the light switches off, Y/N typed in the security code into the pin pad before closing the door behind her, the faint beeping from inside letting her know that the alarm was functioning properly. She honestly wondered at times about if anyone would ever think about robbing a coffee shop. Granted it made a lot of money during certain seasons, but unless you actually work in one, you probably wouldn't think so. Yet it was surprising to know it could make as much money as any famous fast food restaurant. Well.....with those sky high prices, it made sense.

She stopped and checked to make sure she had everything in her bag, not wanting to risk having left her keys inside and find out until she reached her apartment. Satisfied by the confirmation, she began her walk home. If it had been fall or winter, she would have seriously considered taking a bus, even though it wasn't that far away. But it was summer and thankfully there was still an hour left before the sun finally set. She truly believed she was lucky to have found a place to live that was close not only to her workplace, but also her school, even if it was a tiny studio apartment. She felt proud to say it was hers.

Feeling something tug on her sneaker, she looked down and realized one of her shoes was untied. She bent down and began tying it up again, carelessly placing her bag right next to her on the street. She was so focused on her task in front of her, she failed to notice the looming figure in front of her.

"You know anybody could just whisk away your bag and run at this moment?"

She snapped her head back up and saw Seonghwa standing in front of her, an amused smile on his face. He bent down and picked up her bag, dusting off the dirt that had gotten on the bottom part of it in the process.

"Tsk. Tsk. And here I thought you were a more.... what's the word? Meticulous person."

Y/N gave him a questioning gaze before standing up, quickly grabbing her bag from him.

"Not even a thank you?" Seonghwa shook his head.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you went home." Y/N said, clearly confused as to why he'd be there still.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at her.

"I thought I told you back in the shop that I'd see you later?"

Y/N recalled the moment, it did seem weird to her that he'd say that.

"Well doll, it's later......and I wanted to see you." He explained, a slight smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

Y/N let out a tiny scoff.

"Why?"

Seonghwa blinked at her response.

"I thought I made myself clear the other day Y/N. I like you."

Y/N blushed slightly at the memory of him confronting her back in school. She was hoping the shadow from the building in front of her casted enough to hide it from him.

"And I said there would be plenty of time to get to know each other.....well I'm free right now and obviously so are you. So why don't we get something to eat? My treat."

He grinned at her, obviously not expecting her to turn down his offer. Any other girl wouldn't say no to Seonghwa. But Y/N wasn't any girl, and she wasn't about to say yes to someone she hardly knew. Especially not when he acted so strange for her liking.

"No thank you."

She quickly responded and took a step to walk away from him, but his hand reached out and stopped her from moving any further.

"Why not?" He asked.

Y/N tried to think of an excuse, any quick excuse to get out of this.

"I'm not hungry." Was the best thing she could think of.

The loud grumbling of her stomach was a dead giveaway of her fat lie. After working 8 hours straight with only a bowl of cereal for breakfast and a muffin on her only break, of course she was borderline starving and needed something in her stomach before it began eating itself. Her hands clutched her stomach, hoping to silence the obnoxious noise, but ultimately just making it more obvious.

Seonghwa looked down at her figure and snorted softly.

"Seriously, I know a really good place here that sells burgers and shakes. Are you really going to say no to free food?"

At this point she could either tell him to fuck off and stomp away home, but ultimately she'd leave even more hungry and would still have to whip up something on the stove that would take approximately half an hour or more. Or she could accept his offer, but it'd mean interacting with him, not that it was necessarily a bad thing, but she honestly didn't know what to make of him. He's been straightforward with her all this time, but how was she to know he was being serious? For all she knew, he could just be playing with her. After all, isn't that what all bad boys are known for?

Guess there was only one way to find out.

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Y/N looked around at the 50's themed diner she was in:

Black and white tiled floor that was so clean it almost looked slippery. Cherry red leather seats, either in the form of booths, tables or chairs on the front white counter that stretched at least 40 feet. An array of old records hanged on the wall, whether or not you could actually play them on a record player or if they were just flimsy decorations would forever be a secret. An old juke box was stationed in one of the corners of the counter currently playing The Beatles, its color combination of yellow and blue not quite appealing to the eyes. And of course, a pinball machine was placed near the entrance for kids to waste their quarters on. They even had a light blue 1955 convertible Chevrolet Bel Air for people to go take pictures of or with. At this point it wouldn't have surprised Y/N if waitresses came out of the kitchen in roller skates and started singing songs from Grease or Hairspray.

It became an even more ironic thought when she saw Seonghwa walk back to her with their food. Dressed in a white shirt, distressed jeans, black combat boots and black leather jacket with his hair slicked back, he could almost be a modern day Danny Zuko and for some reason, that thought made her bust a tiny giggle.

"What's so funny?" Seonghwa asked as he sat the tray down in front of her.

"Oh....nothing." She was not about to get caught.

Seonghwa looked at her funny, but ultimately decided not to pry.

"Here you go."

He slipped her food in front of her: a burger the size of her two hands and a 32 ounce chocolate shake with whipped chocolate and a cherry on the top. A well sized platter with regular fries and curly fries made it obvious that they were going to share them. She didn't mind though, the portions were so big she doubted she'd even finish half of it.

She dug into the food, her stomach thanking her for finally putting something in her body. She was so hungry that she didn't care if she was eating like how she usually ate when she was at home, messy and slobbish. She was halfway through her burger, when she caught Seonghwa just staring at her. That's when she started to feel self conscious. She quickly swallowed what was currently in her mouth and grabbed a napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth.

Seonghwa giggled at her.

"Don't worry about it. It's pretty refreshing to see a girl not care about how she looks like when she eats, and to actually eat. You have no idea how many girls I've brought here who only get salads and nothing else."

He cringed slightly at past memories of awful dates that make him wanna kick himself for even thinking they were attractive. He blamed himself though. He tended to only look at pretty faces and end up regretting it when he found out they were all self-centered, shallow, and prissy girls that just made his blood boil.

"Maybe that's why I like you. You're different."

He didn't even realize he said that out loud until she whipped her head up at him. He was stunned that he accidentally let that slip, but he was able to play it off coolly.

"How......how can you..... we've never even..?" Y/N couldn't even completely form her question but Seonghwa knew what she was referring to.

Sighing softly, he began:

"Well I'm going to sound like a total creep now but that's inevitable. It was a few months back, when you had changed majors and had to be transferred to our class..."

Seonghwa ignored the usual reprimand of the professor, telling him he was late again. As if he didn't do it on purpose. He just hated this class. It was undoubtedly one of the most boring subjects one could possibly take. He began to stare off into space, not even bothering to listen to what was being said.

He looked around at the familiar faces he saw in class, the same people from last year. Until a head of (insert hair color) hair caught his eye. She was definitely not there before. Seonghwa tried to think if he had ever seen her around before, but couldn't quite remember.

Unknowingly, he found himself staring at her more and more each time they had class together. He found out she had a habit of tapping her pen against her cheek when she was trying to concentrate, she kept everything in her bag organized and hardly socialized with anybody.

One time he followed her to her locker, just to briefly see what was inside of it. You can always tell a lot about a person based on how they decorate their locker. But Seonghwa only saw a few pictures of what he assumed was her family, few friends and a lot of sticky notes with motivational quotes written on them in various sharpie colors, with either stars or diamonds as decorations.

That just peeked his curiosity even more in trying to decipher who the mysterious girl was, and his curiosity turned to fondness for the girl, so he had no choice but to admit that he was attracted to her and wanted to get close to her.

"Wait. Is that why you were staring at me in class the other day?" Y/N asked after he told her all that.

"Took you long enough to notice too. You were so oblivious to it that it was kinda funny." He chuckled.

Y/N looked back at that moment and realized she still had so many questions left.

"But then why did you look angry after I looked away?"

Seonghwa shifted his position, sitting up straighter so he could look at her.

"Why? Cause you looked at me with such a bitch face and even rolled your eyes at me. I was kinda angry and hurt that you did that given how I feel about you." He explained.

Y/N looked at him confused.

"I did not roll my eyes at you."

"Uh....yeah. You did. You looked at me as if I was a bug or something." He corrected her.

"Well..... I was tired and hungry! I'm not in control of my actions or emotions when I'm in that state." She tried defending herself, feeling somewhat embarrassed that she had no control over her facial expressions.

"Yeah, I've noticed. You weren't all that happy 25 minutes ago when I asked you out on this date." Now it was Seonghwa's turn to roll his eyes at her previous behavior.

"This....this isn't a date!" Y/N exclaimed.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Oh no? Do enlighten me then. What is this?"

Y/N thought about it for a moment.

"We are just 2 individuals, having a meal together and conversing." She stated.

"Why are we conversing though?" Seonghwa continued to pry.

Y/N hummed.

"Because you said you wanted to get to know me better?"

Seonghwa smiled at that.

"Sounds to me like a date then."

Y/N mentally face palmed. She practically walked into that one herself. She sighed as she picked up one of the fries and dipped it into her milkshake before eating it.

"And now I've learnt one more thing about you: we have similar tastes in eating."

Y/N watched as he mirrored her actions and dipped his fries in his strawberry milkshake. Y/N decided to just finish eating as soon as possible so she could go home early. The sun was starting to set and she didn't like walking home in the dark, even if rarely any crime happened in this neighborhood. She was planning on not saying anything else, but then something popped in her mind that made her ask:

"Wait a minute! The day after the.....incident." She began.

"You mean when you were a total bitch?" Seonghwa teased.

"Haha, funny." She threw a fry at him, causing Seonghwa to laugh even harder.

She had to admit though, he had a cute laugh.

"Anyways, the day afterwards, I heard 2 girls talking in the bathroom about you. They said that you were pissed off at me-"

"I kinda was." He interrupted her again.

"Let me finish!" She cried out rather annoyed.

Seonghwa bit his lip as he stifled another laugh. He found it adorable when Y/N got agitated.

"They made it sound like you were going to beat me up. Something about 'giving it to me'" She held up her fingers in quoting signals.

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, trying to decipher what she meant. Then it hit him.

"Oh! No. Trust me, I wasn't going to beat you up. As for 'giving it to you' "

He mimicked her quotation signs, causing Y/N to glare at him for teasing her again.

"I was referring to the notepad you dropped. Remember? I gave it back to you?"

Now she face palmed literally as she realized she hadn't thought about that. And here she thought she was dead meat for sure.

"Was that why you were avoiding me the rest of the week? You actually believed I was going to fight you?"

Y/N swirled her milkshake with her straw, unable to look at Seonghwa in the eyes anymore.

"Y/N? I'm talking to you. You really believed that?"

The authority in his voice made her look up at him, his expression showing offense and indignation at the thought that she actually believed him capable of such a thing.

"Why would you think that?" He continued his interrogation.

"Well..... I don't know! Ok? Maybe cause I've heard so many rumors about you. You don't exactly have the best of reputations at school. Everyone says how you're...."

Her voice trailed off, afraid to finish her sentence, afraid to offend or hurt him in anyway .

"That I'm a delinquent? A criminal?"

Y/N blinked when he said that, as if he could read her mind.

"I know what people say about me, I'm not blind nor deaf to their gossip." He stated, not at all unfazed by what he often heard.

"So does that mean none of it is true?" She couldn't help but want the answer to her question.

"Well depends. Have I gotten into a lot of fights with other guys? Yes. Do I have a temper at times that gets me in trouble? Yes. Have I fucked a bunch of girls just for fun? Definitely. Do I smoke or drink often? I'm not denying it."

Seonghwa reached into his pocket and took out his lighter, twirling it around in his hand a few times so Y/N could get a glance at it before putting it back in his pants.

"But have I ever vandalized, stolen or done anything remotely illegal? No. Have I beaten someone up for no good reason? No."

Y/N listened to his words very carefully. She was amazed how he was calmly telling her all of this.

"And I most certainly have never even thought about lifting a finger against a woman. Especially not one I'm interested in." He confessed abruptly, causing Y/N to gulp her drink a little fast, nearly making her choke.

"I'm sorry." She apologized.

Seonghwa chuckled softly.

"Don't be. I get why you'd be scared. I just wish you'd get to know the real me......"

He reached his hand out and lightly brushed his finger on the top of her knuckles.

"Kinda like how I want to know you..."

The physical contact sent a weird feeling down her body. It was chilly, yet warm at the same time. She wanted to reach out and lace her fingers in his, and she would have, until a high pitched voice interrupted them.

"Seonghwa! Is that you?!"

They looked over to see a purple haired boy waving his hand in the air, as if his loud voice didn't make his presence already known. A pink haired boy was standing next to him, looking embarrassed as his friend jumped up and down. Having had enough of that, he pulled the boy by his arm and ran over to Seonghwa and Y/N's table.

"Hi! What a coincidence to see you here! Why didn't you tell us you would be here? You could have joined Yeosang and I. He promised to take me out to eat." He pulled whom Y/N assumed to be Yeosang closer to him.

The purple haired boy spoke so loud and fast Y/N had a hard time understand what he was saying.

"Promised? I was threatened." Yeosang replied, causing the other boy to let out a loud laugh, making Y/N think of a hyena.

"Hyung, where are your manners? Aren't you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?"

Seonghwa blushed and cleared his throat. It was the first time Y/N saw him get flustered and it was definitely funny.

"Y/N isn't my girlfriend-"

"Oh really? Great! Cause she's cute."

The boy wasted no time and held his hand out to her.

"My name is Wooyoung, I'm single, Bi, and I have a driver's license." He winked at her.

"For a moped." Yeosang corrected him.

Wooyoung sent a glare towards his friend.

"Y/N, these are my friends: Wooyoung and Yeosang. They go to our school, but you've probably never seen them cause they're a grade below us."

Y/N nodded and waved awkwardly at them.

"Yeosang, Wooyoung, this is Y/N. She's not my girlfriend, but she's off limits. Ok?" Seonghwa made sure to lock eyes with Wooyoung, silently warning him not to step any further into his territory.

"So if she's not your girlfriend, does that mean she's a fuck bud-"

Yeosang stepped on Wooyoung's foot, causing him to bend over in pain. Yeosang however smiled sweetly as if nothing happened.

"Anyways, it was nice seeing you Hyung. We wouldn't want to take up more of your time. Besides, we'll be seeing you tomorrow at Hongjoong's party. Right?"

Seonghwa nodded.

"You know I never pass up an opportunity to party."

"Will you bring Y/N with you?" Wooyoung asked, hoping she'd come.

Seonghwa looked over to Y/N, who tried to think of an answer.

"Uh... no thanks. I wasn't invited so-"

"Who cares? No one needs an invitation these days. It's a frat party anyways, a bunch of strangers end up coming in the end." Wooyoung insisted.

"I'll....think about it." Y/N knew she wouldn't.

"Ok! I'll take it as a yes. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Taking a hold of Yeosang's hand, Wooyoung made his way over to another table, the pink haired boy already looking exhausted at the thought of spending at least 2 more hours with his highly energetic friend.

Y/N smiled softly at them. They were definitely an odd pairing, but they seemed to compliment each other.

"It's getting late. Want me to take you home?" Seonghwa asked her.

"It's fine. I can walk. It's not that far." She refused.

"I insist. I want to make sure you get there safely." He insisted.

Y/N smirked at him.

"Are you really concerned for my safety or do you just wanna find out where I live?"

Seonghwa's mouth dropped at her insinuation.

"I don't..... ok you got me there."

She chuckled at his reaction, but ultimately got up.

"Ok. Fine. Take me home. The worst you can possibly do is murder me and throw my body in a lake."

Seonghwa shook his head and picked up his jacket. He made sure to hold the door open for her when they went out. Y/N didn't even notice he had stopped walking until she heard him whistle behind her. Turning around, she saw him standing next to a black Harley-Davidson motorcycle. She raised her hands and gestured him to explain.

"I told you I was taking you home."

He tapped the seat.

"So come on. Hop on doll."

He began taking out the spare helmet for her to put on. She walked back to him and placed her hands on her hips.

"You kept it parked here the entire time?" She asked him.

"Uh huh." He responded.

Her face was full of shock.

"Did you know that I would say yes to coming here with you?"

"Well not exactly 'knew'.......more like....hoped."

He winked at her before placing the helmet above her head, making sure to strap it tightly.

"Safety first."

After putting on his own helmet, he got on the motorcycle and waited for her to get on. She awkwardly threw her leg over the seat and hesitated to wrap her arms around him. Seonghwa huffed and simply grabbed her wrists to put them on his stomach.

As soon as he started revving up the motorcycle, Y/N tightened her grip around him. Even through his shirt, she could feel rock solid abs underneath it. It made her wonder what he looked like without a shirt. The thought temporarily distracted her from the worry of actually riding in a motorcycle for the first time.

Sensing her fear, Seonghwa grabbed one of her hands and gave it a light squeeze.

"Don't worry doll. I'll keep you safe."

✿❯────「✿」───❮✿❯──「✿」────❮✿

*part 3 coming soon*

[omegatheunknown]

On AEW's "Four Pillars"

I understand the metaphor is that they're a solid foundation for the future... but if it were me I'd avoid comparisons to the Four Pillars of Heaven and quickly append a descriptive word... The Four Pillars of... something. Point is, MJF said 'Pillar' a lot on Wednesday and I wanted to take a look at the boys individually and as a set. Threw in my 40 point scale for my own amusement, 30+ usually rounds out to 'main event talent.'

Notably, it's extremely obvious who this group is: under 30, in AEW from day 1, have shown star quality and have paired with a legend or two along the way. It doesn't include other good but less prominent prospects like Dante & Darius Martin, Lee Johnson, Isiah Kassidy & Marq Quen, Brock Anderson, Wheeler Yuta, Lee Moriarty, Fuego Del Sol, Sonny Kiss, Brian Pillman Jr or uh... the Gunns. Daniel Garcia has a long future knocking down pillars, most likely.

Darby Allin (b. 1993 - 28) Work-7 Mic-6 Look-8 X-10 (31)

Darby Allin is neither the best wrestler nor the best talker, his look is the kind of thing that isn't 'cool' per se (many are dubious about the skinny hot topic skate geek when they first see him,) yet he commands attention and possesses an unmistakable aura. He also loves any and all dangerous looking spots. It's a tired comparison, but factor in his brooding sex appeal and he really is the natural heir to the charismatic enigma. They've paired him with Sting, he was CM Punk's first match in 7 years, he's held the TNT title, and in no small part due to his penchant for risk and flair for the dramatic in his self-shot artistic promos, he's been part of several memorable moments already.

He fights from underneath pretty much as a rule, taking a beating due to his size and powering through on daring -- he's definitely found a niche inside the ring. His pace is incredible, and he bumps like he means it. I think my biggest knock against Darby's long-term prospects are the alleged skeletons in his closet -- whether pro wrestling is doomed to always be 'carny shit' or not, it's in everybody's best interests to root out real life heels. They've confronted Sammy G's immature sense of humour, I don't know how closely they want to examine some of the things you hear about Darby -- but shouldn't they?

Sammy Guevara (b. 1993 - 28) Work-8 Mic-7 Look-7 X-8 (30)

'The Spanish God' does indeed have formidable gifts -- a face just straddling the line between cute and punchable atop a body that can match pace with the likes of Flamita, Rey Horus, Mike Bailey and even Ricochet back in 2017. Chris Jericho took one look at Sammy G and climbed right aboard -- it's been a long winding path (aforementioned suspension for gross 'jokes' included) through the Inner Circle and the Pinnacle and all that, but Sammy's star has risen steadily throughout, to the point where he can beat Miro and I'm not even upset about it really that much at all (it's fine.)

He's the best in-ring performer of this quartet right now, and he's arguably the most well-rounded. He's turned as a character once already, I think he's comfortable playing most sides in most angles. He's yet to have a big solo feud (Shawn Spears?) or stand-out match in AEW, probably his best match to-date was against MJF earlier this year. He's now the mid-card champion, so now's the time.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman 'MJF' (b 1996 - 25) Work-6 Mic-10 Look-8 X-8 -- 33

Any appraisal of MJF starts with his stand-out gift, which is praised so often people even start to levy complaints about him being overrated -- that's how you know MJF is great on the stick. Wrestling is very simple actually. Heat is heat, and cheap heat is different from lazy heat, and the clichés are clichés for a reason -- the boy's a maestro and there's no such thing as a wrestler 'peaking' on their promos in their mid 20s. He'll keep talking and finding ways to piss off everyone.

His ring work is of the old-school heel variety, which usually requires him to work to try and deny the crowd the exciting maneuvers of his opponent. Bobby Roode's NXT run is probably the blueprint for just how well this can still work, but at the time Bobby had been at it for close to twenty years (but hey, developmental...) He has a great look for where he's at -- big and strong enough to be a threat worth taking seriously and a smug mug that ranks pretty high on the all-time list.

I kind of want to quibble with Jericho as-Mentor: did MJF need a sparring partner on the mic considering he was already ascendant, and did Sammy need to be tagging with a middle-aged man to shine in the ring? He did accentuate their strengths, though, it made for good TV.

'Jungle Boy' Jack Perry (b 1997 - 24) Work-8 Mic-5 Look-8 X-9 -- 30

Youngest and most literally baby-faced, Jungle Boy is very over, on the strength of his boyish good looks, his fun tag team, his great theme song, and as of late, his being the Robin to Christian Cage's older version of Spiderman. One might expect the son of TV's Dylan McKay to be a little more natural on the mic, but standing next to an all-time snarker like Christian should help. He's still boyishly skinny but he's taller than Adam Cole and I'm not convinced he couldn't basically be Omega-sized in a decade.

His work suits his size and gimmick, he's daring and speedy, he's no technician but 'the snare trap' and other holds are laid in convincingly. Like the rest of the group he has presence, and he's generally booked well -- AEW has made sure to get him his reps and he continues to improve and is almost always adjacent to serious talent. That said, in his current form he's maybe plateauing. What's it going to take to turn this Jungle Boy into a Jungle Man, you know?

[phantaloon-books]

(some) Riordanverse characters (bc I never read TKC) and which Hogwarts House I think they would be in

Warning: this is a long one

Nico: the dude is definitely Gryffindor without a doubt. Like Sorting isn't about some traits and some characteristics, it's about core personality. He may have gone through some of the roughest stuff when he was 10-12, and he was resentful and bitter, but he was brave and bold af throughout everything he did. From learning about his powers, to using them relentlessly despite knowing how exhausted he is afterwards, to his willingness to do whatever is necessary to do what has to be done, because it has to be done. You can't change my mind that he's Gryffindor lol.

Grover: Do I even need to explain why he's Gryffindor? He's a satyr, and even if we're shown strong satyrs, they're not really supposed to be brave fighters. Yet he is one of the strongest, bravest nature spirits we've ever encountered in the Riordanverse, and one of the bravest in general. Like he's so passionate about doing what is good, he's a hero, and the only thing he doesn't match with common Gryffindors is that he's humble and as far from arrogant as could be possible, but it doesn't take his courage away.

Hazel: She's Gryffindor, and core personality-wise, she and Nico are very much alike. They don't ever think about themselves, like Hazel really always does what has to be done, no matter the cost, I mean she literally died preventing Gaea to rise the first time, and she freed Thanatos while believing he would take her back to the Underworld. She's brave af, and she has one of the most strong willpower we've seen in the Riordanverse. She's a passionate hero, and she's the closest thing to a real knight in shining armor.

Lester: I'm gonna place him in Gryffindor because I don't think he fits in in the other houses lmao. That said, as Apollo he's very shitty, but as Lester, he's one of the most courageous people. He's grown so much, he's so willing to actually do stuff now, and sacrifice everything to do what's right, including his life, even if he doesn't know he's gonna survive. Hell, he really went most of TTT with an incredibly painful wound that nearly turned him undead, and he cared more for the future of Camp Jupiter than his own life. Additionally, he's a bit arrogant and cocky, but he truly means well, I love Lester so much.

Clarisse: Look look, all I have to say is that no one could have pulled off less than half the stuff Clarisse has done, she's so Gryffindor it hurts. She's reckless and impulsive, but she's driven by her passion to do good, even if she's the daughter of war, and was bullied by her own father. She's daring, she's bold and she is the hero. She's also arrogant and thinks she can solve everything by herself, something characteristic more of the canon Gryffindors in the books, rather than what the fans have shaped. In fact, she's very much like Gryffindors in the books, who are actually very rude to other houses and think they're the best. Still, at heart, she's in this house.

Alex: I'm in a huge dilemma about where to put them, but I reckon they'd fit pretty fine in Gryffindor. Not only are they daring and courageous, they're proud of who they are, but not in a too full of themselves kind of way, rather in a 'I am who I am, and if you can't accept me, fuck off' kind of way. They can get carried away rather easily though, and very arrogant, thinking they don't need anyone else, when they do in fact need some company. They are one of the kindest and at the same time most ambitious characters we've met, but they are brave beyond understanding in a very personal way, thus, Gryffindor.

Percy: I think it's fair to say he'd be Hufflepuff, because loyalty is literally his fucking fatal flaw, and he is the kindest sweetheart to all those who deserve it, he goes out of his way to help those who need help, whether that be mortals, halfbloods, gods, magical creatures or even his own enemies. He's too good for this world, and even if he's grown a bit bitter, he always looks to fight justly for what is right, and never loses faith in others. That, and the fact that he turned down immortality so that the olympians were more inclusive of minor gods, and their children were treated better. He's just a lovely soul, he's like 80% Hufflepuff so that's enough for me. All that and he's stubborn as hell.

Jason: Hufflepuff. Just, undoubtedly Hufflepuff. Like he seems to be this cold and self centered hero with a superiority complex (bc of all the son of Jupiter stuff) but he's the softest guy there is. Not only is he hardworking, open minded and kind, he appreciates justice but he doesn't seek for revenge or anything, he makes sure people are treated fairly and wants everyone to be accepted. Proof of that is how he continued Percy's job of including more gods, and made sure Nico felt comfortable with who he was. He truly has a heart of gold. (He deserved better btw)

Meg: God I can't decide between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, but I think I'll go with the former. She's so strong, my baby, she's faced so much wrong, but she's still so kind and understanding of others, especially those who deserve kindness. She puts up such a hard facade, but she's so patient and warm and inclusive. She's brave and strong (as strong as the big three kids, if not stronger), but she's also so loyal to her beliefs despite how she was forced someone else's beliefs for years, so I'll keep her in Hufflepuff. Also, she's stubborn af, and she can be lazy, so that settles it.

Will: I KNOW some people will say Will could be in other houses that are not Hufflepuff, BUT I won't have it any other way. Will is literally the warmest person ever. He is kind and sympathetic and enthusiastic and patient and inclusive. Like Helga Hufflepuff would take one look at him and lose her shit screaming "mine". He's the guy who saw the son of Hades so many people were scared of and immediately grabbed his hand and transfered him some warmth and didn't let him go ahead and get himself killed. He's also the one who everyone loves and likes, so much that Clarisse gets along with him and he can calm her down. He's the ideal Hufflepuff, you can't change my mind.

Magnus: I mean, what else can you expect from the son of the god of summer? He's literally a guy who heals others with warmth. He's also the guy who spent years on the street with the most difficult situations, and accepts every single person the way they are. He's inclusive af, and tolerant of everything. He's the guy who's closest include a deaf elf, a Muslim valkyrie, and a black dwarf, and he's dating a genderfluid person. Yes he's brave, and he's kinda smart, and he's ambitious, BUT none of those qualities overpower his Hufflepuff nature.

Piper: Kinda debated whether Gryffindor or Ravenclaw fits more, but in the end I went with Ravenclaw. Even though she isn't a fighter, she's very very brave, yet her bravery isn't compared to her wits. Like others in the PJOverse, she wins her fights by outsmarting her opponents, but unlike others that's one of her strongest traits. She's witty and creative and a little on the negative side, she really struggled to work in a group rather than by herself. On another note, she's able to keep calm in crazy situations and come up with the craziest most unthinkable solutions (I'm talking borderline ridiculous) that always somehow work. She's not booksmart, but she knows so much about everything, and she's lifesmart you know?

Reyna: Why are some of these so hard? Deeply debating whether she'd be Ravenclaw or Slytherin. In the end I'd go more for Ravenclaw though. Reyna's smart as hell, she's strong and sharp, and she always sees the best way out of a situation. She's witty and observant, being able to keep her cool in battle and lead others in the best direction. She's always looking to grow, and she prefers to do things on her own, but she's a great leader. She has some Slytherin qualities, and she's not learning as learning oriented as others, but she's definitely Ravenclaw.

Sam: Let's face it, Sam has the only active neurons in all of MCGA, she's definitely Ravenclaw. I'm gonna be honest though, I've only read MCGA once, so I can't remember much of their personalities, but Sam is witty and clever, pretty much the only one who can come up with competent plans, while the others rely mostly on luck and whatever plan they can cook up in 5 seconds. She's loyal and true to who she is, and she's extremely courageous and proud of who she is, but her sharpness is what she stands out for me, which is why I put her in Ravenclaw.

Annabeth: I know the obvious option is Ravenclaw, but I genuinely think she's also Slytherin. Yes she is booksmart and wise like Ravenclaw, but her personality matches Slytherins' ambitious, cunning and resourceful nature. She's smart as fuck, but she's calculative, she always finds a way to end up winning, and while she does so by outsmarting her opponents, she wouldn't need to outsmart them if she weren't so competitive. I feel like there's this 40/60 odds on Slytherin rather than Ravenclaw, but it's that small difference that counts. Plus her leadership skills are so powerful that people don't ask, they just know she's the boss.

(Also just picture the sweet and loyal Hufflepuff boy with the strong and cunning Slytherin girl, like it should be as opposite as it is with Poseidon and Athena, but they're so cute)

Leo: Idk what you can expect that's not Slytherin. This boy is the embodiment of ambition and determination. Reminder that not all Slytherins are bad btw (I'm slytherin myself), but like he's life smart and cunning, and he can analyze situations faster than anyone else. He's charismatic and talented, and there's no one to stop him from triumphing. I don't have much to say, I just know he'd be in Slytherin.

Rachel: She's kinda a difficult one, and I struggle between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and tbh I'm still not sure. But I think I'd place her in Slytherin, because even if she's brave af (especially since she was a mortal fighting in a war out of her power), her main trait is her determination. When she's set on something, she gets it done. You can't tell her she can't do something, because she will find a way to do it. She's kind, and she's only a mortal, but she still has incredible power unlike any other. I don't think I can really name it, but I think she'd be put on Slytherin with much difficulty from the Sorting Hat.

Luke: Where else could Luke possibly go? On the meaner side Slytherins have created themselves, Luke would be part of those misled by who preceded them, by those who want to take advantage of their mistreatment (bc let's face it, Slytherins are mistreated by both students and Hogwarts staff), and turn them cold and bitter. Luke is ambitious and manipulative, being manipulated himself, and it comes easily because of his natural charisma and talent. He's very freaking determined and cunning too. He'd fit right into Slytherin, but he'd be viewed as one of the rotten lot.

Thalia: I don't have much to say about this, but Thalia is the girl whose fatal flaw is their desire for power (or smth along those lines), just like most Slytherins. She's ambitious, she's smart, she's truly talented, she stands out between the rest, and she knows it, and she actually kinda likes it.

(Also I put Annabeth, Thalia and Luke in the same house because they're all kinda similar, even if their beliefs and postures are different.

Frank: Ngl I'm having more difficulty with Frank than anyone else. I'm kinda torn between Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. I literally can't choose. He'd fit perfectly in any of them lmao, I just can't decide where he'd go. You decide this one yourself.

Please keep in mind, this is my personal opinion and my take on the characters, and not all of you will agree, and that's fine! You can let me know what you think (kindly please, don't come at me), and if you want to, send me an ask on a character you want me to do the same as these (as long as it's not TKC, I'M SORRY I haven't read those) go ahead, don't be shy!

[casmybelovedass]

The Destiel Folder: Season 10

[Season 4; Season 5; Season 6; Season 7; Season 8; Season 9]

Episode 1:

Cas is slowly dying, practically naked, in a bed, and the first thing he says when talking about Dean is "I miss him" (6:35), with a soft smile. "Why would he just disappear?"

... I'm sorry but If Cas Were A Woman, this would look like a scene from a movie or something, where the wife talks to a friend over the phone about her missing husband. JUST SAYING

Crowley: "The girl seemed nice. Slightly damaged. I could see the old you falling for that." (9:29) uhm... who else is "nice and slightly" damaged? I don't know... CASTIEL??!!!

So... these two men (actors Todd Mann and Brad Mann) we see with the DemonGang, are real life twins (9:14).

At (27:18), Crowley states him and Dean did "extroardinary things to triplets" ... and, well, the only twins with a possible other sibling we see are... them

And this is not the first time we hear about Dean doing "things to triplets" with a buddy of his (15x07)... and the first time he was NOT a demon... so, there's that. And triplets don't necessarily mean "all females"

Cas, while talking about the good things that come with choices, mentions "hope, love, dreams" (39:06), and Hannah points out that "those are human things". Human things...

Cas is talking about his own personal experiences with creating chaos, so those are the things he felt after rebelling for... Dean... WOW. ICWAW, it would totally be read it as a reference to Dean. A romantic one. Fight me

Episode 2:

Cas is dying, just got back from a fight that left him wounded, doesn't have enough power to heal himself, is on a mission to restore Heaven, and once again he chooses to go save Dean (9:35), and the way rage builds in his eyes when learning Dean has become a demon. Look at this shit

I might be crazy, but this feels like a touching metaphor to me:

"I think you don't know what you want. Tell me, Dean. What are you? A demon? [...] Maybe you're human. [...] Why don't you do us all a great, big favor... and pick a bloody side!" (22:22)

METAPHOR

Episode 3:

We are reminded that, even tho in terrible conditions, on the verge of death, Cas is willing to risk it all to save Dean, and is devastated by the thought of Dean not making it (4:47 - 5:17)

This is so funny to me, I'm sorry, but Cas is so visibly uncomfortable with Hannah touching him, it's hilarious (15:58)

"I've been around humans for long enough to see how easily distractions occur. Emotions, feelings... They're dangerous temptations." (22:32) like rebelling against your own kind, destroying your home, falling... all for a human?

"I'm trying to keep our priorities clear." Moments earlier, Cas listed "Getting to Dean" (22:17) before anything else. In fact, Hannah says "I am very clear of my priorities... and yours." = Dean (23:00)

Cas is not sure whether the cure will kill Dean or not, and in any case, he wraps his arms around him, and softly says "It's over... Dean it's over." (35:40) as if hushing him to sleep, in what could have been their last moments together... wow. Think about this ICWAW

"Well, I can see his point. Only humans can feel real joy, but... also such profound pain. This is easier." (36:17) Look at the way Sam is looking at Cas looking at Dean

BITCH OKAY!!

SAM KNOWS

POSSIBILE future Empty reference "real joy"

Cas already stated he misses being human, but knows how fragile they are in both body and spirit:

Castiel really wants to be with Dean. For real. But maybe he thinks (see season 9) him being an angel is an obstacle to their feelings.

Only by being human he can truly be happy (MMMMMMHH SEASON 15), but isn't sure he could handle the pain that comes with it. A possible rejection, the thought of Dean dying, him leaving Dean... MMMMHHHHH

"You look terrible." [...] "Well, you, on the other hand, you... *checks out Cas* Looking good." (39:09) full homo right there. Also parallel with Ketch in 13x18 ("You don't look good." "Yeah, well, you're not my type, either.")

The way they are looking at each other here... man.

Cas is so happy to have Dean back, and Dean looks hurt about Cas leaving so soon.

"So... so, you're back?" "At least temporarily." (39:27) bitch, you know that's not what he ment.

In all of this, Cas is trying to make Dean feel better about the whole situation (DAT SMILE 40:18), and Dean replies with "I'm glad you're back, man.", basically no-homoing himself...

Cas starts walking out of the room, but stops and turns back [insert concerned husband here] (40:27), and Dean has that hopeful look in his eyes, like Cas is going to stay, and the hurtful look comes back as soon as Cas is gone

Episode 4:

"On your knees!" "Wow, I'm awfully flattered-" (34:33) SASSY BI DEAN IS THE DEAN WE DESERVE

Episode 5:

Fucking kill me NOW!!! Dean's reaction to Destiel is PRICELESS!! And even before he learns what that is, he just looks at the girls playing him and Cas and... freezes for a moment (13:18) And the eyebrow raise thingy at (13:34)... what's going on in your brain, Dean?

I'd like to point out that the Italian translation for "You can't spell 'subtext' without S-E-X" is, for once, AMAZING:

"It's just that... their bond is so strong it has subtext of a... sexual nature."

THANK YOU ITALIAN DUB! JUST THIS ONCE, THANK YOU! (13:43)

Also at (9:44) Dean immediately reacts to the implication of Wincest subtext, shutting it down and telling the girls to take a step back, but with Destiel he is like... alright

... this is so fucking cute, (25:54) Dean adjusts the girl playing Cas' tie so that it's messed up like the real Cas'. ADORABLE

SAM SHIPS IT (13:57) and is teasing the SHIT out of Dean, who reacts like someone being teased about their crush. Just saying (14:08 - 14:52) [AND THIS HAPPENS IN FRONT OF A PINK-BLUE WALL]

"I know I have expressed some differences of opinion regarding this version of Supernatural." (26:44) ... oookay meta? *turns to "Cas"* "And I want you to put as much sub into that text as you possibly can." ... oKAY?!

Episode 7:

Cas being extremely uncomfortable with women is too fucking funny to me (5:03 - 12:51)

Episode 9:

(15:13) Alright, so, this is a date... what now? Anyway, nice bi flannel, Dean. And the little sweet smiles you two are giving each other? So fucking precious (16:01)

"I ain't exactly a role model." "That's not true." (16:07) how Dean looks at Cas right after that? BABIES!

"How are you, Dean?" "Fine." "*I-call-bullshit look*" "I'm great!" "No, you're not." (16:18) #MARRIED

As Cas is choke-holding a guy, Dean, clearly amused (almost proudly), says "I'd do what he says." (22:17) Like that time with Raphael in 5x03, Dean likes it when Cas gets rough

Episode 10:

Shut the fuck up and marry each other already so you can finally actually BE the old married couple™️ you ALREADY ARE (22:17)

This is the "My husband is so FUCKING STUPID" look (22:30)

"I was hoping you might reach out to her." "... Me? I'm probably the last person she'd want to hear from." [...] "All I know... is she won't talk to me." (23:03) #MARRIED, PARENTS, PERIODT

Shut the fuck up. Cas is the dad trying to figure out technology (23:36) "I'll text you her number. I like texting. Emotions!" DAD

Cas worries about Dean like a wife would with an alcoholic husband

Of all the things Dean could be MAD about at Metateon... the first thing he can think of is him stealing Cas' grace (31:33) (okay, maybe he is going in chronological order but STILL)

Episode 11:

[I AM SO SO SO SORRY BUT DEAN USED THE ALIAS "PRESLEY" (18:55) I AM NOT OKAY]

Episode 14:

Have this deleted scene: Castiel and Crowley bitching over Dean, and Crowley calling Dean Cas' boyfriend

This is some hell of a goodbye-eye-love-making scene (26:57)

Cain compares himself to Dean... and CAS TO HIS WIFE COLLETTE [PARALLELS]

"You're living my life in reverse [...]

First you'd kill Crowley. You'd get it done, no remorse. (Cain had been killing his descendants, for whom he didn't care much)

And then you'd kill the angel, Castiel. Now, that one... that, I suspect, would hurt something awful. [And than Sam is Able, bla bla...]"

AM I WRONG?! YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG??!!!

Dean gives the First Blade to Cas... oKAY (37:10)

Worried brother-in-laws (41:27)

Episode 16:

This is such a good source of hidden meanings scene! Dean starts his "confession" as a scam. Everything he says at first is to attract the spirit.

He starts talking about seeing lots of women, not being able to control himself, and being sick of it. Then the real confession begins...

Dean feels he's going to die soon, and fears not death itself, but what he would be missing from his life.

"There's things... people, feelings that I... I would experience differently than I had before. Or even for the first time." (25:28) and the priest believes Dean is talking about love.

Well... "people, feelings"... who could he be referring to? Does Dean want love all of a sudden? People he wants to experience for the first time... uhmmmm... Is Dean opening up to his attraction to MEN??!! Or one angel in particular?

ICWAW we would guess Dean was talking about Cas

"Who mixes their blood and bones into paint? No woman has ever done that for me." (39:19) UHM- Dean, what about

6x20 "He has bled, died bla bla bla for us",

7x21 "I'm always happy to bleed for the Winchesters" or

9x22 "You just gave up an entire army for one guy"

ICWAW we would ALL roll our eyes at this statement and scream CAS

THE GUY BLED, LOST HIS HOME, REBELLED, DIED FOR YOU!! HE REBUILT YOU PIECE BY PIECE FROM HELL- SAVED YOU DOZENS OF TIMES!!!

Episode 17:

About saving Dean from the Mark: "We won't- (free Metatron)" "Yes, you will... because you're desperate." (9:44) Hannah knows. Let's remark that

"All I'm getting from you is... colours." (14:26) bitch he is a walking 🌈PRIDE FLAG🏳️‍🌈

Notice how, when we get a Sam-Cas centred episode, we don't get the same interactions with Dean-Cas? Why this?

Dean is always ready to call Cas a "brother", but the only one true bromance here is Sam and Cas'. There are no longing stares, no weird sexual filled dialogue nor tension, NO LONGING STARES

Facts, my people. Facts

Episode 18:

"You killed my friend." "Oh, pff, Dean is fine, mostly. Can't you get past that?" "Never." (12:39)

Charlie being excited about meeting Dean's famous boyfriend is WHOLESOME (37:34)

To have Cas back, 100%, safe and sound, is a win for Dean (38:58) and the face Cas makes after Dean hits him with another no-homo "It's good to have you back, pal." is "UHH not this again". Charlie already ships it

Episode 20:

A #MARRIED couple and their daughter. NO ARGUMENTS VALID (7:06)

Look at how they enter the motel (16:22)

OH MY GOOOOOD!!! #PARENTS coming back home from shopping!! THE HAND ON THE SHOULDER!!! Also

"Happy birthday. I got it at the Hot Topical" DAD

Dean: "Imma head back over there." Cas: "I'm coming with you." Claire: "I'm coming with you too." (17:24) #FAMILY

A fucking family comedy about a dad confronting the daughter's boyfriend and the other dad scolding him:

"What did you do to him?" "I didn't lay a hand on him!" "Dean, that isn't exactly true." "... Well, I didn't kill the guy." (17:14)

Surprisingly enough, this is not the first nor last time Dean acts like a dad to a lost child (AND TWO OF THESE TIMES THE KID IS SOMEHOW RELATED TO CAS) (21:54)

Episode 22:

C: "Claire, you are not going out there. [...] It's too dangerous. I can't let anything happen to you." D: "Claire, you're not going." C: "You're not either, Dean." D: "What?" (19:29)

#FAMILY DON'T TALK TO ME!

"No fighting. [...] Both of you." AAAAAA

This doesn't fucking matter, but Dean just said "... for the ladies. Or the fellas. I don't judge." (36:23)

Cas' speech to Dean... wow. "So if there's even a small chance that we can save you... I won't let you walk out of this room." (39:20)

I hate this scene. (40:11)

Dean is overwhelmed by Charlie's death, Sam and Cas' betrayal, the Mark changing him and all the other shit.

The Mark is taking over, and Dean can't (and won't) help it. Cas knows it. He doesn't want to hurt Dean. He is not even resisting. Doesn't put up a fight.

And just like Colette with Cain, Castiel only asks Dean one thing: "Stop." (40:38) [9x11]

Parallel to 8x07:

The only thing that stops Cas from killing Dean, is him begging, clutching onto his sleeve.

"Dean... please..." (41:08) Cas pleading Dean, clutching to his arm, makes him resist the urge to kill him.

Episode 23:

You can find gifs and the script of some deleted (destiel) scenes in this post by @charlie-minion

As the Mark eats Dean... he starts feeling guilt for the people he hurt... first on the list: Cas (14:54)

(This gif is not mine)

Well... what a season.

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