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carebearbliss · 4 years

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Seventeen’s ideal type

A/N: This is just my personal estimation of what kind of person I think would be complementary to them. I tried to neutralize it by explicitly not referring to a him or her, which is why I used them/they instead. Hope y’all have a nice day! :]

S.Coups

Someone that knows how to take care of themselves well, whether it be something practical like cooking or taking a day off to focus on your mental wellbeing

I think someone who is comfortable in their own skin and confident would compliment Seungcheol well

Has to be supportive of his ambitions! With his busy schedule he’d really appreciate someone who understands what he’s doing it for and it’d mean the world if his future S/O could stand by that fully

Would love someone who can match his energy and return his enthusiasm, someone to bounce off of so to speak

Doesn’t necessarily have to be an extrovert, though he would definitely appreciate someone who’s willing to initiate things in the relationship, like dates, conversations, calls etc.

Someone who’s warm and affectionate, he’d want to feel loved and appreciated (hugs and compliments!!!)

Let’s him take care of them once in a while and doesn’t mind how protective he can be at times

A person who knows how to enjoy their life and live in the now would be perfect for him! Seungcheol has said before he likes someone who can eat well ;]

Jeonghan

Someone who hypes him up (lowkey shamelessly)

Especially by promoting Seventeen’s music to everyone they know

A person who’s unapologetically themselves (kinda like Jeonghan when he’s caught cheating for the 99th time) and owns it like a boss

He’d prefer his future S/O to be someone who’s more on the feminine side, maybe also someone who is naturally cute

Someone who is sensible and attentive toward their environment, a person who knows how to adapt to different situations depending on what is suitable/needed -- kind of a go with the flow type of person

A person who’s able to think for themselves, someone who’s not afraid of going against the mainstream opinion / someone who’s not swayed by others opinions easily

I’d definitely see Jeonghan with someone who’s more on the chill side, someone he can hang out with at home and order take-out with

Someone who can give him space when he needs it (instead of someone with a controlling character)

I think Jeonghan would also like someone who knows how to dress well, like someone who knows what suits them best and is interested in fashion

Joshua

Somebody who is as well-mannered and polite as him!!!

Has to have a kind heart, so not just someone who shows kindness but really someone who’s just kind through and through (y’know what I mean??)

Joshua would love someone who is quite open-minded and accepting

Someone who respects others opinions and treats people like equals

Would really want to be able to understand and connect well with the other person (and the other way around!),

Someone who’s non-judgmental and a good listener

A person he can have all kinds of conversations with (even about kind of weird/random topics)

Would definitely appreciate someone with a quirky side/personality to them, he’d find it intriguing (and honestly, Joshua can be a bit quirky at times too hehe)

I think he’d also like someone who’s down-to-earth and humble, like someone who’s just drama-free

Someone trustworthy and reliable, someone who is mature and knows better than to talk behind people’s backs or share secrets that weren’t theirs to share

Jun

If you can return his flirtatious remarks with playful banter I guarantee you this guy is gonna fall head over heels for you

A person who matches him in terms of playfulness

Jun would like someone who can keep him on his toes and surprise him

Someone who is more on the spontaneous side / someone who has a multifaceted personality

He’d appreciate someone he could be weird and childish with together, like a person that he can do all kinds of fun stuff with

Would definitely be attracted to someone who can be both cute as well as sexy, someone who knows how to dress well would also catch his attention

A person he can dote on (and a person that dotes on him in return)!!!

I think Jun has a highkey weak spot for someone who is kinda 4D, a person that is more than what they appear to be (i.e. someone who is actually really quirky and humorous despite looking very innocent and quiet, y’know what I mean??)

Someone who is a bit on the mature side, who knows when to be serious and is also capable of taking care of others around her when needed

Hoshi

I think Hoshi would also find it important to be with someone who can match his enthusiasm, this doesn’t mean that you gotta be as hyped or enthusiastic as he can be sometimes, but more so that he’d need to feel actively stimulated (in short, someone who meets him halfway)

Bonus points if you’re naturally optimistic and bubbly!

Would really appreciate someone who is easygoing and fun to be around, someone who really enjoys what they are doing

Someone he can be comfortable around, even if neither of you say anything

A person who is openly supportive and affectionate toward him, and not afraid to initiate dates or surprise him every once in a while

I’d say Hoshi is also the type of guy who would feel attracted to someone that gets along well with his friends and family

Someone who’s a bit more on the cute side in terms of personality (and looks, for that matter)

A people’s person, someone that’s more extroverted than introverted / someone who’s comfortable and feels energized being around people, also someone who’s rather charming and eloquent/persuasive!

Wonwoo

Wonwoo’s ideal type would lowkey be the female lead of a historic kdrama ngl

Definitely someone who is elegant/graceful! A person that’s gentle and takes good care of her friends/family but also her possessions

Someone who comes off a bit more mature (no matter their age)

I think he’d suit a person who shares the same kinds of interests, someone he can talk with about what you thought of that book you both read and stuff like that

Wonwoo would definitely value someone who is intelligent, a (deep) thinker of some sorts with whom he can have meaningful conversations with

Someone who is quite self-sufficient and not dependent on others, a person who is reliable and trustworthy

Maybe also someone who gives off lowkey mom-friend vibes

A person that appreciates the little things and cherishes those little moments they can have with him

I don’t think he’d mind if the person were introverted, I actually think he’d appreciate someone who’s more on the quiet/reserved side

Now that I mentioned that, somebody who doesn’t mind comfortable silences!

A person he can be alone with together (like studying or reading together)

Woozi

Someone who balances him out, in other words: someone who accepts his calmness and seriousness

A person who’s more talkative and social than he is would match him well, someone that’s kind and friendly

Someone who understands him (his behavior, decisions, etc.) well!

Mutual respect toward each other’s careers and ambitions!!! Someone he can look up to and admire for who they are and what they do

Someone he can learn from during the relationship

Definitely someone that makes people feel at ease, someone who gives off warm/welcoming vibes

A person that makes him want to talk more

Someone that’s non-judgmental, but rather open-minded

I think trust would be very important to him, to be able to trust his future S/O, but also to have someone fully trust him as well

Someone who’s not afraid of confrontation (doesn’t mean that they’re overly assertive or aggressive!), a good communicator and listener!

Perhaps also someone who gets him out of his comfort zone from time to time

Someone thoughtful and considerate toward the people around them!

Someone kind and friendly, someone without any facades whatsoever (lowkey ‘what you see is what you get’)

Definitely someone who is very energetic as well, or a person who gets excited very easily

Dokyeom would probably value someone who is (almost) always in high spirits

I think he’d definitely like someone who is really good at what they’re doing, whether it be singing, drawing or teaching, he’d definitely admire your talents a lot

Lowkey cannot resist someone with an infectious laugh and/or eyesmile

Speaking of which, someone who laughs a lot!!! Somebody who easily breaks into smiles & laughter would be perfect for DK ngl

A person who is not afraid to be goofy and crack up jokes (even if 5/10 doesn’t land well)

Would very much like it if their future S/O is somewhat of a moodmaker, someone who livens up the mood with their lightheartedness or humor

Someone truthful, just a person who doesn’t lie and would rather speak the truth

Mingyu

Someone who, regardless of their age, gives off noona vibes in how dependable and caring they are towards their friends/family

A person that’s rather confident would match him well, just someone that knows what they are worth and what they deserve (would definitely be a turn on ngl)

Definitely a person that’s chill, no drama whatsoever, just someone who easily adapts to different environments and gets along well with various kinds of people

Mingyu would definitely appreciate someone who makes the effort to get to know him better, past all the superficialties and small talk

Someone he can let down his guard with, someone he can come to when he’s in need of an energizer or a shoulder to lean on

Lowkey would melt for someone who’s a good hugger and/or a really good friend to their friends

I think he’d be interested in someone who knows what they’re talking about, someone who’s got a bit of life experience / wisdom

A person that sends him little reminders from time to time, like that he shouldn’t forget to take some time for himself, or to eat well and stuff

The8

I think Minghao would really be impressed by someone who has an eye for fashion, someone who really understands fashion trends and the like

Someone that respects his needs and decisions, someone who sees him as their equal

Especially someone that fully stands beside whatever decisions he makes, a person that’s always there for him in the end

Somebody that’s sincere! Just a person that’s kind-natured (i.e. not someone who would gossip behind people’s backs)

A person that is always ready to help people out, like a person that regularly does volunteer work or donates to good causes often

Someone honest, that goes for all the members of course but I think Minghao in particular would really hate it when people lie

A person that owns up to their shit and takes responsibility when they make mistakes

The8 would definitely suit someone who is naturally cute, aegyo just comes naturally to them

Overall, someone that has their back and is kind toward (almost) everyone would be his ideal type

Seungkwan

Someone that appreciates his humor and who he is as a person, especially how lively he is

I think Seungkwan is a person that needs a lot of nurturing and appreciation in his love life, with that I mean: someone who is affectionate and someone who compliments them a lot!

Basically, someone who hypes him up would be perfect for him ngl

Someone that’s proud to have him as their boyfriend!!!

A person that’s nice company, just someone he knows he can count on for whatever it is he needs to talk about in particular

Definitely someone who’s like a best friend to him!

Someone compassionate and empathetic, someone that understands his sensitivity and what is meaningful to him (and respects that)

Seungkwan would probably feel attracted toward someone that tends to take care of others around them

Also, someone who’d get along well with the people in his life, especially his family!

Vernon

Someone that gives off lowkey homegirl vibes, someone who’s laidback and goes with the flow

Someone he can frequently hang out with, whether that’s playing video games or just chilling at home and watching movies

A person with good taste, he’d really like someone who has a nice music taste for that matter

Wouldn’t mind someone who is a bit different / who fully embraces their quirkiness!

I think Vernon would also like someone that’s genuinely interested in him, in his opinions and views for instance

Someone forgiving and understanding of others, not someone who tends to keep things inside all the time

A person that lives in the now, really someone that doesn’t worry much about past, present nor future, but rather lives in the now

Someone he can share his random thoughts with and who reciprocates the randomness in turn

Definitely someone that just rocks their differences, someone who’s unapologetically themselves

Dino

Someone confident, who knows what they are doing would most probably attract Dino

A person who tends to be cute, someone who has a lot of aegyo and isn’t afraid to show it every once in a while

Someone who’s more on the talkative and bubbly side perhaps

Someone that lets him take care of them once in a while

Chan would suit a person that shares a similar mindset, like someone who values the same things in (approaching) life

Someone that’s good at their job!

I think Chan would find someone who’s serious and hardworking about their career particularly attractive

A person that’s ambitious/passionate and goes after what they want in life

Someone who knows how to look out for themselves

Mutual respect and appreciation for the other and what they do!

A person he can learn from in the relationship and be inspired by

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jenner-benjamin · 3 years

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Xu Bing

‘Book from the Sky’ by Xu Bing, 1987-1991- mixed media installation (installation view at Crossings/Traversées, National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa, 1998).

Xu Bing is a multi-disciplinary printmaker who is world renowned for his prints, calligraphy and installations that discuss the purpose of language. In a year where I have been questioning where my practice fits in relation to print it has been useful to explore Bing’s past works.

The body of work that he is most known for is ‘Book from the Sky’. This was a huge project wherein which Bing carved over 4000 woodblock characters that appear to be Chinese but were in actual fact completely void of semantic meaning. He explains that the conceptual reasoning behind the work was to provoke confusion and unease in his audience, given their attempts to read the illegible.

‘Book from the Sky’ is a great example of the combination of printmaking and asemic writing. Though it is not strictly handwritten, the character forms exude a handwritten feel due to the emphasis placed on the calligraphic mark. This is similar to the ‘lostalgia’ typeface that I made but lost faith in due to its inability to communicate gesture and emotion. The typeface became an experiment that exists ‘just because’. I think the most notable difference between 'lostalgia’ and 'Book from the Sky’ is that Bing made his characters intentionally to instil a discomfort in his audience whereas I came from a place of inquisitiveness.

‘Book from the Sky’ by Xu Bing, 1987-1991- relief printed artist’s book.

I am motivated by the many ways in which Bing installed and presented these prints. A great many artists’ books laid in rows on the floor, scrolls hanging from the ceiling and suspended on the walls. It really looks to be an all encompassing experience, and one that confidently announces his cultural identity through the synergy of subject matter and presentation.

My peers and I will not be experiencing an end of degree exhibition this summer, but I have been thinking ahead for future exhibitions nonetheless. In particular I have been contemplating how I might curate my drawings and prints in a creative way that highlights my own identity. Seeing the many ways that Bing has displayed his work has shown that there are unique ways that asemic works and book arts can be exhibited away from the standard white wall gallery, eye-level hanging aesthetic to which we are accustomed.

‘Square Word Calligraphy’ by Xu Bing, ink on paper - 1994-present.

‘Square Word Calligraphy’ is an ongoing body of work by Bing that shows the meeting of Eastern and Western calligraphy. He combines the two writing styles to create a new ‘species’ of language. Though the characters look a little uncertain, they feel different to the nonsensical forms found in ‘Book of the Sky’. The audience feel a sense of accomplishment and relief when they learn the characters are decipherable.

This revelation is welcomed further upon entering Bing’s installation that is an imitation of an adult literacy class. The exhibition space includes textbooks, videos and practice papers to evoke the sense of being in a classroom. In effect the viewer becomes a student being taught how to write this new language. I think this interactive method of exhibiting is not only novel in its execution, but also inspires an excitement about writing by hand. This is an area of focus that I am keen to address at the moment. I intend to include this participatory notion in my ‘Fantasy Exhibition’ written report as a means of testing ideas for the future. Setting up some sort of participatory performance area would have been something I would have liked to have explored if the degree show would have carried on as we would have hoped.

‘Book from the Ground’ by Xu Bing, mixed media - 2003-present.

The third and final example of Bing’s works that I have been reading about is ‘Book from the Sky’s companion volume, ‘Book from the Ground’. Bing noticed on his travels that despite where he was in the world he could understand the icons and symbols that directed him towards the shops or the toilets or where to eat. He began to collect these pictograms and curated this source material into a novel that tells the story of a day in the life of an office worker.

He wrote this book in such a way that anyone from anywhere in the world could read it, regardless of their cultural background, educational history or linguistic ability. Bing realised that contemporary culture is so saturated with informational logograms and pictograms that this universality meant the story would not need to be translated. As such, the book could be published anywhere in the world and still be understood. In contrast to ‘Book from the Sky’, this novel aims to one day bring to fruition Bing’s vision of a universal language. I have come across this notion before from my research around ‘Esperanto’.

The idea of a globally inclusive language seems to be one that asemic artists address quite often. This is such a big question to think about, and might be one to come back to in the future. I am looking ahead to the possibility of further research, and this inquiry is food for thought for a potential research proposal.

‘Book from the Ground Software’ by Xu Bing, computer software and mixed media installation - 2003-present.

In terms of exhibiting this work, Bing made a database software of symbols that users can access, entering words in English or Chinese that will be translated using his lexicon of signs. In essence this software becomes a go-between method of communication between the two languages. This forward thinking project will regularly become outdated due to the rapid rate that technology is advancing, and so Bing will keep his software as up to date as possible - like the dictionary in the real world.

These are three varying examples of how language has been explored to confuse, to inspire and to communicate. I am grateful to have happened across Bing’s work, I feel so excited that there are artists that are using linguistics in such a creative way. I am particularly encouraged by ‘Square Word Calligraphy’, solely for the fact it urges the spectator to be part of the performance and to advocate writing by hand. Much of the ideas I have garnered from this research have stimulated thoughts for later proposals, I have begun to think about discourse around ideas of asemic writing, narrative and universally understood languages and this has been a solid starting point from which I can branch out and build upon.

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put-a-lil-alright-in-the-world · 4 years

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Can I request BJ becoming overstimulated and having a meltdown and how each family member reacts to him and helps him please x

of course you can, anon, and thank you so much for such a fantastic prompt!

ok so, for a guy whose life seems to revolve around chaos, beej actually gets overstimulated pretty easily. usually it’s no big thing, just a matter of heading to another room and playing some music to drown out any other noise. at most, these sort of episodes last for like 15 minutes

sometimes, though, it gets a lot worse. maybe it’s because he’s particularly stressed out that day, maybe it’s because their was a particularly overwhelming stimulation, maybe it’s just completely random, but three times since entering the deetz-maitland household, he’s actually melted down

(wow, three times? what a convenient number for the writer!)

the first time was almost a month after he moved in, and everything was starting to fall into a routine (or, as much of a routine as they could accomplish with lydia and beej around to shake things up)

he had just been forcibly ejected from lydia’s room for Interrupting Lydia While She Studies crimes, and was wandering the house in search of something to do when he stumbled across delia, who was sitting in the living room doing her morning yoga

only, it was already noon. she wasn’t supposed to be doing yoga in the middle of the day, was she? it felt wrong, and her explanation (she woke up late and had an online university course in the morning) did little to reduce beej’s discomfort

she invites him to join her, and he does. after all, delia is always touting the benefits of yoga, maybe it can get rid of that feeling of Wrongness in the pit of his stomach?

the meditation music is too loud, and someone is mowing their lawn nearby, and he can hear the maitlands laughing upstairs, and oh god delia just lit some incense and the smell is too strong and he needs to leave right now but he can’t because all his body seems to want to do is clamp his hands over his ears and pull his knees to his chest and hide his face

it takes a few moments for delia to turn and look in his direction, but when she does all she can see is a tuft of bright purple hair sticking out from a ball of black-and-white stripes. he seems to be hyperventilating (which is extremely concerning considering that he doesn’t even need to breathe)

she moves to put a hand on his shoulder, a move that usually calms him down, but this time he violently flinches away, whisper-shouting a hoarse “don’t touch me!”

it doesn’t take long after that for delia to figure out what’s going on, apparently those online university counseling courses have been paying off, and she springs into action like a goddamn superhero

within the span of a minute, the windows were opened, she shouts up to the maitlands to close the attic door, and turns on some of that emo music that lydia managed to get beej obsessed with to drown out the neighbor’s lawnmower, before sitting down a yard or so away from him

it took eleven minutes for his hair to begin to lighten a bit, and another six for him to finally lift his head. he clearly didn’t have enough mental energy to even attempt eye contact, but he was looking in her general direction and that was enough

after a moment, delia spoke quietly, asking beej if he felt okay, and what had triggered the meltdown, and if there was anything he needed. her questions seem to take a while to register, and his responses are even slower, but that doesn’t matter, delia’s patient with her adopted son him

he leaves her and goes to take a nap after that whole episode, but that evening as they watch KUWTK together, he awkwardly mumbles a thank you to her. it’s long and sappy and full of feelings that beej would never admit to under duress. they both get a bit teary, they hug, and they keep watching kourtney rant about kim’s latest slight

the next time it happens is a month and a half later. he’s hanging out with lydia and the maitlands in the attic (charles and delia went off to have a date night), and lydia and beej are helping the maitlands glue down some parts of their town model

he’s hesitant to even try the glue at first because oh god that texture seems like absolute hell, but eventually the maitlands manage to convince him to just try it, that he can wash the glue off easily once he’s done

so he does, and his hands (as could be expected) end up more glue covered by far than either adam or barbara, and sit neck-in-neck with lydia in terms of overall glue quantity. but they’re turning in for the night, and the sensation of the drying glue kind of makes him want to rip all of his skin off, so he goes to wash it off

it looks like it’s washed off, sure. barbara showed him how to wash his hands so that no spots get misssd, and barbara is never wrong, so he knows that there’s not really anything left on his hands, but he can’t help feeling like everything’s still there and it feels more uncomfortable than it did before

so now he’s at the sink again and lydia wants him to finish because she also has to wash her hands, but hes busy scrubbing frantically at his hands to try and get rid of that wrong feeling and a frustrated yell rips from his throat, which lydia takes as an invitation to open the door

barbara is the first to rush over, pulling his hands out of the water, wrapping him an a tight hug (my boy likes pressure stims), and wiping the tear streaks from his face (wait, when did he start crying?). adam and lydia follow suit, wrapping their arms around him and squeezing tightly. they stay like that for a while

later, when everyone’s called down a bit, and lydia’s gone to bed, they talk about it a lot. adam relates from his own experience, and while barbara struggles to fully understand what it’s like, she’s used to listening and learning from her many years with adam

the third time was just a few weeks later. him and charles had gotten a lot closer in that time, and it was sort of a mutually accepted thing between them that, if he got overwhelmed or needed a quiet space, he was almost always welcome in charles’ office (unless, of course, charles was on a video call, because he didn’t want to take any risks and end up having to explain the context behind his adopted millennia-old demon son)

on this particular occasion, beej had been arguing with lydia about something small and insignificant, but it really seemed to annoy him. she told him to get out of her room, so, fuming, he went to charles’s office to try and calm down a bit

after a few minutes of pacing around his office, sighing loudly and overdramatically, charles asks him to sit down and explain. so beej sits down in the chair across from charles’ desk, and tries to explain, but he’s so frustrated that he can’t seem to get the right words out. and it’s the middle of may and he’s been pacing for the past seven minutes so he’s sweaty and his suit feels unbelievably uncomfortable, and it all becomes too much

he starts to sob, biting his hands (a stim that charles and delia have tried to curb with stim toys) and yanking at his hair as it turns from a light green to a dark violet

now we all know that charles does Not vibe with emotions, so he takes the most methodical way possible to avoid dealing with those. the window gets opened, he passes beej one of the many chewy stim toys that has migrated into charles’ office, and helps him pull off his suit jacket

the awkward silence that ensues after is unbearable for both of them, so charles pulls one of those businessman autobiographies out of his desk drawer, and starts reading aloud. he has no idea what he’s doing, to be honest, but it seems to be working because beej’s hair colour is starting to turn back to green, and his rapid breathing and sobs have subsided completely

beej ends up leaving awkwardly about ten minutes later, but that evening, when charles is working in his office, a tiny note is slid under the door. it’s a short, messy “thank you” note, but the spelling is impeccable (meaning he probably got the maitlands to help). charles sticks it on his desk when he leaves

#me having barbara and adam be with lydia: do Not force my small goth child to face this situation alone #god i wrote a LOT here huh #i sacrificed 2 hours of potential sleep time writing this y’all better reblog it #beetlejuice has parents and their names are delia and charles deetz #btmtmtm #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical the musical the musical #beetlejuice the musical #lydia deetz #autistic!beetlejuice #adhd!beetlejuice #charles deetz #delia deetz #barbara maitland #adam maitland #remy writes #hc tag

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mydearsaddiary · 4 years

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Little curiosity notes: Hey guys! We’re on chapter 9 now! If everything goes according to plan the story will end in the next chapter! I might do an additional short epilogue after, but the plan is only to continue until chapter 10! Thank you so much for reading until here and as always: Feel free to reach out!

Thank you!

Candy (08/20/2020)

Neil Chapter 9 part 1- First, do no harm

1933

-Cliff- I said as I walked from the back room of the diner I helped to manage now- you’re running low on soda, you know!

-Geez- He said, finishing up cleaning a table and running towards me- I’m awful with this inventory stuff ya know, MC. Mind seeing everything we’re missing?

I smiled, gently hitting him on the head with the papers I was holding- Glad to help.

-Neil coming in today? Just got his new bourbon stash this morning!

-Im sure he’ll pop by later when the nanny is home. How’s everything going with you?

-It’s fine, me and Jane just moved in together- He crossed his arms , blushing a little and giving me that big smile of his.

-So you finally settled down. Next thing you know you’ll have little Conways running around the place

-Maybe in a few years- He turned around when somebody called his name- Alright, duty calls. Have fun in there!

-I always have- I waved at him and returned the back room to count our stock, manage prices, and do basically everything I did at the Ice Box. I enjoyed doing the same job alongside the same people without having the risk. Our past evolved into a better future than most of what the other mob bosses had.

Suddenly, I heard the lock click. My initial shock soon turned into dark memories I wanted to forget. Impulsively I tried open the door only to find out I was actually locked in

-Hey...! Hey!- I knocked on the door- Hey, let me out! Somebody locked me in- I wasn’t scared of enclosed places. It was the sound of the lock clicking and the inability to open it from the inside that haunted me.

I hated being locked in.

-MC- The door opened after a few knocks. Vince was there- Sorry, just came in and thought somebody left it open

-It’s alright-My cheeks were colored red, but besides that I kept my posture- I’ll just do the inventory outside

1926

I opened my eyes, waking up from my sleep. I could feel no sign of light besides the faint, artificial one. I sighed heavily realizing nothing had changed. In my new found experience, not being in the sun for three weeks messes with you head. It makes you tired and empty. A crippling force tells you to accept your fate to remain there.

I sat up, only to find Vera already awake on the mattress besides mine- Did you check the day today?- I asked

-Yeah. The holidays are approaching fast. How are you?

I rubbed my stomach which now had started to show more. Vera had asked the mayor, in one of the times he came in, for new clothes. She had some in the bedroom they used to share. It was refreshing to say the least and her clothes, that were slightly bigger on me, helped me hide my condition from him. It was a light and loose salmon colored shirt that went down until my hip, and a beige skirt that went to my calf, along with white stockings. It was nothing I’d normally wear, but I wasn’t in the position to be picky.

-I feel fine- I said- I don’t feel too sick anymore. I haven’t gotten any movements yet

-How far along are you?

-Hm... I went to the doctor last month... Must be around 13 or 14 weeks.

-It’s still early. Mine didn’t move until about 17 weeks

I looked at her, genuinely surprised- You have kids?

-Oh yes, Frank and I have our children. They’re all grown and moved on to different parts of the country. My oldest one is a little older than you.

-What’s her name?

-His, actually. His name is Robert. He’s 21 now, he got a job out west and comes back to visit when he can.

-Who are the others?

-Oh, May is 18. She’s with her aunt in Florida. I sent her when things got too complicated here. She wouldn’t listen to us.

I chuckled- I know how she feels.

-Then there’s Matt. He’s 16.

-What’s going on with Matt?

-He’s in New York as an apprentice to his grandfather. My ex-husband’s dad. He wants to teach him how to run the business he owns

-Seems like they’ve got it all figured out

-Yes. Well, I know the feeling of having your first kid. I was but a bit older than you are right now. Although- She pointed to her surroundings- I had a more adequate stay

I laughed, but there was no humor in my voice- Adler’s gonna bring our city down under his total power if we don’t do something

-You don’t think your men are trying to save you or figure it out?

-Trying is the key word. Vince...-I sighed, with a heavy heart- Well, Adler shot him... He must be dead right now. That means Cliff and Uncle Charlie must be a mess. On top of it, for my uncle, there’s the fact that I disappeared. That also messes with Neil who, I can’t even imagine what he must be feeling but it’s nothing good. Then Donovan isn’t close enough with them to put everybody’s head together. Julius, Cleo, Sofia and Andrew... Im sure they’re trying to help but...- I sighed- I’m the head of the Ice Box. Im the queen on the chess board. They need me- I said as I realized it myself- I can’t spend any more time waiting for something to happen or counting days.

-You already tried everything, remember?

-Not everything- I got up, exercising my need to move my legs- You know Adler’s schedule better than anyone. When is he out for a long time?

-He’s always at the office from noon to six on weekdays.

-Then thats our time to escape. We’ll wait an hour just to be sure, then leave.

-Yes, but you’re leaving out the important part— How are we gonna leave?

-Last night, before I went to bed, I was looking around your things to see if I could find something useful

-You went through my stuff?!-She said visibly irritated

-If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have found this- I opened my hand to show her the few bobby pins I had in my possession

-How is pinning your hair up helping us?

-Oh Vera, dig a little deeper. It’s for opening the door. I can pick it!

-With those? I think you might be a little too optimistic

-Thankfully- I said cheering up- I had plenty of training sneaking back in my house, and hiding from Momma and Poppa. I have yet to meet a lock that could stop me.

She looked at me for a few seconds and sighed- Alright, I’ll bite. One in the afternoon then.

-Thats right!-I hid it once I heard the door open. They were bringing breakfast down.

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We heard Adler leave. We heard everything until there was nothing else to hear. The anticipation was so overwhelming that when Vera’s little clock hit twelve-thirty, we were on out way up the stairs.

I got two bobby pins and started to work on unlocking the door. In a few minutes, it clicked and it opened right up to the now dark living room

-You know- She whispered- For the three weeks you were here, you could’ve tried that sooner.

-I didn’t know you had these!- I whispered too, but in an angrier tone- And you’re welcome!

I pushed the door out slowly, as if someone would head. The dark immensity of the house spread before my eyes. Without a single soul there it seemed peaceful, but in a way that unsettled you, like something was waiting to jump out from the dark. The negativity soon disappeared as I got lost in my thoughts for a second and walked over to the big window, letting the sun hit my face. The warmth of the natural light, warmed up my heart along with it. The joy of finally breaking free made me forget for an instant I had to walk out the front door.

-Miss Granger, let’s go!-Vera hurried me up

-Yeah, right- I walked up to the front of the house. By the door there was a table. I noticed keys on top of it- This is for his Ford, isn’t it?- I grabbed them-Nifty! We just got out escape vehicle

-I can’t drive- She looked at me uncertain

-Well, I’ve been learning- I replied opening the door- Now, let’s scram

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I had to go through two Fords to find the one the keys belonged too, within myself we could taste the flavor of freedom.

Opening the door, I made my way in. It was then everything was ruined by a single shot that went right through the window on my side. When I looked back, Adler stood a few yards away with a gun aimed in my direction, along with his two goons.

-Go, Vera! Inside!-I yelled at the top of my lungs closing my door and turning on the car. I stepped on the gas and went as fast as the car would allow me to.

Soon, down the streets of Chicago we went. The bright sun and the streets filled with people would normally be cause for celebration, but my currently situation prevented me from enjoying it. I heard more shots coming our way and noticed that Adler was following us in his own car

To make everything better, Vera was freaking out in the passenger seat

-Woaaaaaaaaah, be careeeful! Waaaait, you’re going tooooo faaaaast!

-Vera!- I yelled back, driving and swerving as much as my experience would allow- If I don’t drive fast he’s gonna catch up to us—Ah!- I yelped when another shot came right in between us, making a hole in the windshield

-You’re gonna kills uuuus!-Her voice got louder and more annoying- I’m not ready to die!- She continued, letting out her “Oh!”s And “Oh my god!”s And her loud screams that were worse than the shots for me. At this point, I tried my best to ignore them since our lives depended on it

She yelled even louder when his car bumped into our rear and sent our bodies forward. I heard continuous shots that shattered our windows and I couldn’t go any faster. I had to think of something quickly, but all the stimulation from the outside made the task harder.

That’s when I saw it and hope ushered back into me. The little red convertible from the corner of my eyes, driving right ahead of us. Vince drove with ease on the wheel, while, surprisingly, our most experienced shooter, Donovan, fired back in the mayor’s direction from the passenger seat.

Seeing them, I let out a relieved little laugh. Fear was substituted with the urge to go faster, so I gained some distance on them. On the other side the trusty green Studebaker had Cliff, Uncle Charlie and Julius in it. Cliff drove, Uncle tried to steal glances my way, and Julius had a pistol, and helped Donovan by firing back. Sometimes Vince would keep one hand on the wheel and use pearl to fire as well. What I thought was going to be hell quickly turned into an exhilarating thrill.

And then, time slowed down as a third car showed up. The darker colored vehicle that belong not just to any man, but to the man I had longed to see all this time— Neil Dresner. I recognized the car but I couldn’t see him since he drove ahead of me. It might seem silly, but the importance of that moment couldn’t be just understood, it had to be felt. The whole world brightened up again just to know he was near. I knew then I wasn’t alone, and I never would be again.

And then everything came back to me in a second, when Vera’s shouting became deafening and another shot came right by us

-We’re going to die! Jesus!- She kept having her panic attacks

-MC!-I heard a voice from Vince in his car- To the docks! Go to the docks!

I nodded, better now that I had a direction in mind,so I sped up towards my new destination.

The city passed by us in a blur, I didn’t allow myself to focus on anything else but getting there. I’m sure everyone else had a plan and in my mind I started formulating the beginning of my own.

I turned into the road that led to the docks and swerving the car faster than it could handle, I stopped abruptly, hitting a few of the many giant boxes piled around, ready to be transported. The side of the car caved in, but we came out unscathed in the front

-What are you thinking?! We could have died! We could hav-

-Vera!- I yelled, looking at her, panting. The adrenaline hadn’t left my body and I knew it wouldn’t for a long time- you’re a chatter-mag bitch- I said in an unusual calm tone, still trying to catch my breath

-Excuse me?-She gave me that look she usually did when she disapproved of something

I was going to reply, but then I heard a car and shots again- Go Vera! Out of the car!- I pushed her out her way and pulled her to hide behind the boxes laid out nearby.

I heard more tires and assumed my gang had arrived to rescue us. I smiled realizing I was right when I saw Vince throwing me my trusty revolver- Let’s take car of em, boss.

-Don’t call me that- I grabbed it, feeling an immense power I hadn’t felt in a long time. I pointed it to my target, my enemies, those who sided with Adler...

...And fired.

Part 2: https://mydearsaddiary.tumblr.com/post/627009903803990016/speakeasy-tonight-fanfic-neil-season-3-chapter-10

#voltage usa #speakeasy tonight #voltage amemix #voltage inc #voltage #voltage games #lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #neil dresner #vince moretti

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yodawgiherd · 4 years

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Birthday Girl

Rating: T

>>>Read on AO3<<<

Hey hey people. I know that last time I've promised you some dirt in the next chapter, but then Mikasa's birthday came around and I just had to make one where she's simply, you know, happy. Because she deserves it. I'll do my best do deliver the next time I write, pinky promise :)

Enjoy!

It’s amazing what a human mind can achieve once it's freed from its carnal desires. Calling his time “productive” would be an understatement for Eren. Just a day after having his most basic desire taken away, he was already sharing a much needed catch up dinner with Armin, talking about everything that happened over the last few months. He learned that his friend’s book was going along well, for once, as Armin picked up the pace and began working on it again. His sessions with Hitch were less frequent too, the psychiatrist saying that Armin was good, and only getting better. To get a second opinion on this, Eren called Hitch, but she only confirmed what Armin said. Although mentioning Annie was still difficult for him, he was finally over her.

Moving on with his catch-up journey, Eren paid a visit to the bar, to see how Connie and Sasha were doing. And while Armin had only good news for him, these two weren’t doing that well. Sasha was obsessed with something, Connie said, but she wouldn’t share what it was, often leaving for hours and coming back late. An activity that was dangerous for anyone, and especially for a woman in a wheelchair, but Sasha was adamant that whatever she was doing, she must do on her own.

Next, Eren grabbed a quick drink with Jean, noting that his friend seemed more relaxed than ever, but when asked all Jean did was shrug and say that he confronted some old demons of the past. And finally, least but not last, Eren finalized his order of the gift for Mikasa’s birthday, an event that was coming up. A celebration would be held at the Third Wheel, of course, but he had something special for his girl, a gift that would be best shared just between the two of them, not out in the public.

The party itself still required some planning, and Eren was just about to call if the cake is ready when his phone pinged, indicating an incoming message. From the birthday girl herself, nonetheless.

“Hey.”, it said. Quite non-descript.

Well then.

“Hey yourself.”

“You doing something?”

Eren arched an eyebrow at that. What a weird thing to ask.

“Not really, what’s up?”

“I need your help.”

Oh? But before Eren could ask what Mikasa needed a hand with, his phone pinged again.

“What do you think about my posture?”

And a photo right after. A photo that made Eren’s fingers tighten around the phone, eyes widening. Apparently, his lovely girlfriend was at the gym right now, working on herself. The picture was nice, to be sure, a nice photo of a mirror reflection that displayed Mikasa bending over and showing herself off to the best of her ability. Her ass was a godlike one, Eren always said, and dressed in the short workout shorts it was a delicious snack he would do anything to get. The angle was very good too, if anything, her modeling career taught Mikasa how to strike a pose to really get someone going, and it was working wonders on Eren. Correction, it would be working wonder if not for a certain deal he made just a day back, a deal which now prevented his body from reacting normally to this kind of stimulation. Instead of any hardening, he was hit by a very unpleasant wave of tightness between his legs, the restrictive device working as intended. God. Fucking. Damnit. Yet before he could retaliate, another ping.

This time she was facing the camera, holding the phone up, giving him a very nice view of her cleavage and the smug grin that sat on her face. Sweat was running freely down her skin, so she was probably working herself hard as usual, but the way the corners of her lips turned up left no room for discussion. Mikasa knew exactly what she was doing. And Eren was once again left completely stunned.

“You think I’m standing right?”

Oh, now she asked. Eren could only imagine how much she was enjoying herself right now, giggling at the gym. The tease. Breathing in, breathing out, Eren looked away from the screen, closing his eyes and trying to empty his mind from the pictures that were burned into his brain. Honestly speaking, he didn’t even notice the cage before this damned conversation, busy as he was, easily ignoring the added weight at his crotch. But now it was painfully present, pushing down his budding erection, and Eren had to agree that it was rather uncomfortable. Another ping cut into the darkness. Then another. And another. Damn spammer.

He should ignore those messages, Eren reasoned with himself, just put Mikasa on mute for the day and move on with his party planning, but as always, his reasonable side got pushed down by the primal one. He had to see her, just had to. With a sigh, knowing that whatever she sent will be another test of his self-control, Eren cracked his eyes open. Well, he was correct.

“Eren?”

“Are you ignoring me?”

And lastly, another picture. This time, Mikasa went all out, holding her shirt and bra between her teeth, shamelessly flashing her tits into the camera. Judging from the surroundings, she moved to the changing room, and it was logical considering that Mikasa was hardly the type to undress in the middle of the gym. Unable to help himself, Eren stared, mesmerized, at the small perky mounds, pale skin bathed in sweat, dark nipples in the middle, the cage slowly changing from uncomfortable into an infernal torment. Breath wheezing, he forced his fingers to move.

“Your posture looks fine.”, he slowly typed in, knowing very well that Mikasa had years and years of experience with how to treat her body. She knew what to do but abusing her boyfriend’s chastity situation was simply too tempting.

“Nice tits.”, he added after a pause.

There. That will show her. An answer pinged soon after.

“Thanks 😊”

Eren had to move her mind away from this, otherwise, there was a chance that she might just document her whole shower to him. And while normally Eren would welcome these nudes, right now they were a source of pain, not pleasure.

“You coming to the party tomorrow?”, he asked.

“I believe I don’t have a choice, considering it’s my birthday party.”

“I took care of the planning, but you still need to invite those fashion people.”

“I did. And Kiyomi is going to attend, would you believe that?”

“That woman really likes you, huh?”

“Well, I do have an exclusive deal with her agency. I’m making her some good money.”

Eren chuckled.

“It’s not like she’s paying you bad tho, is it?”

The three dots indicated that Mikasa is typing something, but then they stopped, giving Eren a pause. But then it clicked for him.

“You don’t even know, do you?”

Half a city away, Mikasa grimaced, staring at the message. Ok, maybe she kinda stopped caring about her financial situation a while back. She had her card, and when she wanted to buy something, she simply bought it, just like that. Some might say that it’s irresponsible, leaving all of her monetary worries on her fiancé, but Mikasa grew in an environment where they had to literally count every penny to make it to the next paycheck, and it felt damn amazing to just stop caring. Levi was with her, back when she was signing the agreement with Kiyomi, making sure that they weren’t getting ripped off, but Mikasa didn’t pay much attention, half in disbelief that anyone would hire her for modeling work. In short, she had no idea how much Kiyomi was paying her. Carefully, she wrote back to Eren, doing her best to appear in control.

“Let’s say that hypothetically I really don’t know. Is it a lot?”

“Hypothetically?”

Hell, he was onto her. She sighed.

“Fine, you got me, I have no idea. Can you please tell me?”

A smirking emoji with the following message.

“She’s paying you very well Mikasa, combine that with the MMA winnings and you are rather rich at this point.”

“I am?”

“Yup.”

Mikasa felt a rush of light-headedness, sitting down on the bench. She was rich? The girl who ate cheap ramen five days a week during her teenage years? The same one who had to buy cheap replicas for her jewelry and the only pieces that might be worth something were her crucifix earrings and the necklace with the massive silver cross from Levi? Funny how that worked out. Satisfied that he stunned her enough, Eren smiled to himself. Now that Mikasa’s mind was wandering elsewhere, he was once again free from her demonic temptations, at least for a time.

“I still have to finish with the party planning.”, he wrote, “Love you.”

With that, he pocketed his phone, only to realize that he was just about to call about the cake. With a groan, he pulled it out once more. So much to do, so little time.

After a bit of thinking, Eren decided to give his gift to Mikasa before the party. So when she woke up on the day of her birthday, she came down to a surprise that made her eyes widen.

“Happy birthday!”, Eren said, leaning on the gift.

The gift which was nothing else but a full-fledged dance pole, including a small stage and everything, with enough room around that she could practice any wild moves Mikasa ever dreamed of. Pole dancing was a serious sport, and it was taxing as hell too, hard to master, a workout for your whole body. He had this idea of getting her one ever since they visited the strip club together and she was so taken with the dancers there, but logistic problems along with other things delayed it. However, when Eren realized that her birthday was coming, he finally kicked himself to act and finalize the deal. And here it was.

Judging from the way she tackled him, murmuring thank you between the kisses, Mikasa loved the gift. Now all she had to do was survive the party and she could start doing some killer workouts at home. To train for MMA matches by pole dancing might not be the standard, but it would be a welcome addition to her routine, and Mikasa was already looking forward to it.

As it turned out, Mikasa Ackerman was more popular than she expected. The bar was full, people were even standing outside, but as the weather was reasonable for once it wasn’t that big of an issue. Most of the new faces that Eren couldn’t recognize were Kiyomi’s fault, of course, as the old woman moved expertly between them, often pulling Mikasa along to show her star girl to the potential customers. Eren couldn’t even remember if he ever spent so much of a party on his own, his fiancé being carried from one small talk to the other by the inexhaustible fashion mogul. Leaning on the bar, he watched the happening around himself for a moment, a smile tugging on his lips. A large number of people understandably meant a large number of presents too; the gifts now piled up on the table in the middle. The most scandalous one was Kiyomi’s, as the old woman gave Mikasa nothing else but a damn billboard. Replacing the old Coca-Cola advertisement was no one else but the birthday girl herself. It wouldn’t be Kiyomi if she didn’t turn it into some profit for herself tho, so Mikasa wasn’t just occupying the billboard without use. In fact, the gift itself was simply an ad, if you looked at it, it was a promotion of the new biker gear collection. Next to the fashion brand’s name, Mikasa was sitting on a bike, looking over her shoulder to the camera, dressed in very stylish leather clothes that didn’t look like they saw a day on the road. And to Eren’s amusement, they made her wear heels for the photoshoot, a thing that Mikasa herself despised, as wearing heels to a bike was nothing else but pure vanity that could end up very badly for the driver. The same could be said for the overly “badass” jacket, as it had a skull on the back with a “Ride or Die” slogan above it. Yet Eren was forced to admit that if he overlooked these unnecessary wrinkles, the photo itself was very well done, Pixis knew what he was doing. Mikasa was hot and badass at the same time, surely getting the attention of anyone who would look at the billboard. And getting someone’s attention was the first step to a successful sale, as Kiyomi herself said.

“Hi there.”

Startled, he looked to the right, seeing that the voice came from a woman he didn’t know, a blonde with startlingly blue eyes and cleavage deep enough to draw the attention of any male in the room. From the way she looked Eren guessed that she was most likely a model too, same as Mikasa, probably invited by Kiyomi or someone affiliated with her.

“Hey.”, he replied, not sure what the woman wanted from him. Did he have something on his face?

“Fun party, huh?”, she continued, twirling a strand of her hair.

“Sure is.”, Eren felt a pang of pride in his chest upon hearing those words. After all, he did all the planning himself, and it was good to hear a stranger’s appreciation.

“Are you here alone?”, the blond went on, her eyes getting bit flirtier as she leaned in, giving Eren a prime view of the aforementioned cleavage. And she was definitely well-endowed, no denying that.

Her question combined with the pose finally made Eren realize what this whole thing was about. It felt weird, being hit on randomly, it almost never happened to him as Mikasa was on his arm at basically every social occasion, and Eren never tried to hide his affection for her. It reminded him of that one time when he took a random girl’s offer and ended up in the bathroom unable to get hard. Fun times. It also reminded him that even should he respond to the blonde’s advances, he was literally unable to fuck her, locked up as he was, while his keyholder was somewhere at the party, dragged behind Kiyomi. The realization was funny, making the corners of his lips turn up, a response that the girl took as a positive one. But when she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes darted to the left and she frowned instead, confused. What confused her was quickly revealed too, as a hand snaked around Eren’s waist, pulling him to press his body against someone he knew intimately.

“You having fun baby?”, Mikasa whispered in her low, dangerous voice, eyes burning holes into the blonde even as she spoke to Eren.

“I was.”, he replied, watching the other girl very quickly vacate her chair and disappear into the crowd, once again proving that Mikasa’s death stare was terrifying. He turned on his chair to face her. “What about you? Kiyomi finally let you go?”

“I managed to slip away from her.”, with a tired sigh, Mikasa took the chair left behind by the blonde, “That woman is insane.”

Reaching out, Eren put his hand on her shoulder in a gesture of silent support, fully agreeing that Kiyomi could be too much sometimes.

“Have you talked to Jean?”, he asked, willing to get her mind off the old woman.

“I did.”, Mikasa’s face lit up, “Him and Hitch are really hitting it, aren’t they?”

“True, I don’t think they care about being secretive anymore.”

“Talking about secretive, Sasha still won’t open up.”, the smile on her lips twisted a bit, “I can’t get her to talk about whatever she’s doing, and Connie is clueless too.”

“Maybe Armin will succeed where we failed.”, Eren offered, “He was always the best of us when it came to talking.”

“And he’s liking the party too,”, Mikasa added,” I haven’t seen him this relaxed in ages.”

Armin was enjoying himself, but as much as he liked his friend, there was one person whose approval Eren was after the most. She was the birthday girl, after all, this party was for her. Clearing his throat, he asked.

“What about you, do you like it?”

“Yes, it’ amazing.”, leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to Eren’s cheek, “Thank you so much.”

“Better than the first party I threw you, huh?”

“Oh, you mean…”, Mikasa’s face lit up with a smile, “That one.”

“The one where I took you to a sushi restaurant.”, Eren clicked his tongue, “Do you remember what you said?”

She was full-on laughing now, and just shook her head to indicate that she can’t really speak right now.

“That’s okay because I remember. You said, and I quote: “That’s kinda racist to assume that I like sushi just because I’m half Japanese.” “

“It was a joke!”, she squeezed out, unable to stop herself from laughing, “I liked it!”

“And I had no idea that you were just making fun. We were dating for a few months; I was terrified that I fucked up.”

“Oh Eren,”, finally able to control herself, Mikasa just hugged him, hiding her grin into his neck,” I love you so much.”

“So much that you stare down any woman that dares speak to me, huh?”

She just shrugged.

“You’re mine, I’m not letting anyone else have you.”

“Huh, and who’s possessive again?”

“I’ll be honest, seeing you talk to that girl was a bit hot.”

Eren pulled back, raising an eyebrow.

“Hot?”

She nodded against his skin.

“She had no idea that you’re mine, no idea how much I own you.”, Mikasa’s voice was a whisper now, low and seductive, “She had no idea what you let me do to you.”

Pulling back herself, Mikasa fished between her numerous necklaces to find the chain she was looking for, holding out the key after. Her smile switched from amused to sexy, doing things between Eren’s legs that were bound to be uncomfortable.

“I see all those women looking at you, puppy, I know that they want you, want to have a taste of what’s mine. But they can’t.”, she clicked the key with her black fingernail, “They can’t, because your cock is mine, only mine, isn’t that right?”

“Yours, mistress.”, Eren breathed out, adding the title without even realizing it.

If Mikasa ordered him to kneel before her there, to slide down from his chair and kiss her shoes Eren would do it, she controlled him so easily that it wasn’t even funny. Luckily, Mikasa did nothing of the sorts, letting go of the key as it disappeared back among the collection around her neck.

“And I’ll make it all worth it for you, soon enough.”, the smile on her face changed once more, sliding from sexy to cruel, “I’ll make you suffer, puppy, but you will be loving it all the way. Because I can do anything I want with you, right?”

“Of course, mistress, anything.”

Pulling hard at his tie, Mikasa made him bow down to her height and claimed Eren’s mouth in a wild kiss, one that was sure to leave plenty of black lipstick on his face, sealing her lips on his with a dark promise. One that was bound to come true, as soon as Friday rolls around.

#snk #fanfic #eremika #happy birthday mikasa!#hope she's doing well #:(

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astroismypassion · 4 years

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Wishing you a very happy birthday♥️🌹 Thank you for taking the time out of your special day to do this!!! I was born on September 26th 1996 at 12:11am in Lake Havasu City, Arizona 😊

Thank you, sweetheart!

This is the precious lady who bought me coffee today, readers of this blog! She has very impressionable eyes too. It’s like they have a sparkle!

I actually spent about 20 min just researching Lake Havasu City haha. It’s SO cool! I’m from Europe, so the closest it reminded me to was to Amsterdam, with all the colourful boats...

Anyhow, I got sidetracked a bit...

Here is interpretation of your chart:

With your Libra Sun and Cancer Rising, you seem this ambivert, like a mix of social Libra and slightly more private and introverted Cancer. With your Cancer ASC and Pisces MC you are here to help others and heal yourself while doing this. Your written and spoken word is amazing. You possess analytical thinking skills and you are a skilled orator. You might be fond of communication and expressing yourself through written word. You seem to be inclined to write about sprititual topics, higher knowledge, travels, expanding our horizons, even health, organic foods, how food affects our mind, pets, daily routine, lifestyle, daily habits and day-to-day life. You find expressing yourself through written word comes more naturally, because you have more time “perfecting” and crafting your thoughts. You probably “obssess” a bit over how perfect you want to come across in conversation, communication in general, even to your sibilings and near environment. Though I’m not sure, you have sibilings. You might be an only child or have multiple sibilings from expanded family. You might have been quite a timid, shy child, who grew up in a reserved and cautious individual. People perceive you as a mix of Cancer and Pisces. You strive to be remembered as compassionate, giving, kind, yet serious, hard-working and diligent. You might see yourself quite hurt or healed, or both, by Libras. Especially in regards to topics of family, your upbringing, your mother, your roots, how your were raised and grew up. You might have experience bullying within your family. OR your parents divorced or signs some legal documents you did not agree with. This might have resulted in you having one on one relationship troubles. You don’t seem to function in those well. You become either too compromising or contradicting the other person a lot. You are quite indecisive in you one on one relationships, especially romantic ones. You might think “yes, this is the perfect partner for me” and not be so sure the next day. You tend to doubt yourself a lot due to your past deceivings. You might be actually pretty good in work from home or in an administration field, or somewhere highly formal and structured. You would do great in counselling, theraphy, marriage theraphy, home counselling or to young adult, teenagers who grew up in tough home environments. This would help you to resolve your own relationship with your family and to heal yourself. You have a lot of healing energy. You’d be great as masseur too, because of your Virgo on the 3rd house, which give you very healing touch and “healing” hands. Aroma theraphy, reflexology also. Anyhow, your teach is amazing and you might be complimented on it a lot. You have the power to put people to sleep. Your Jupiter is in Capricorn and you might notice a sort of “pause” in your career. Or see that it times some time for it to take off. Don’t worry it WILL happen, just grow more patience towards it. When the take off will happen, you will be twice as happy and lucky, because your Jupiter resides in Capricorn.

RELATIONSHIPS

You might attract a lot of Scorpios and Sagittariuses at the early stages of love affairs and flings. Those might be your friends too. Along with Taurus, Gemini and Aries. Beware you might be prone to overdoing your hobbies, interests, partying, spare time. You will be extreme with those hobbies. Either all in or all out. Totally self-control or hedonism to maximum. Beware of partying, having fun with any psychedelics, weed, prescription pills, because you might be prone to those. Especially when you are in highly emotional state. At the early stage, you’d think this is the perfect lover, but in long term you will be decieved or become bored with them even. They might not be what you expected them to be. So sudden changes and rapture might happen often. If you ever get married or attached for the long run, you will become highly attached from them. Even grow more mental, intellectual in your relationship. Later on you might become more promiscious if bored or not stimulated and entertained by your partner enough. Though, in early stages you are L-O-Y-A-L to a fault even. In long term relations you might attract Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces. Some people who either need your saving or want to control you. If you decide to have any children, they will be intense, mysterious, might keep secret from you, they will be adventurous, spiritual and freedom loving. You might like an only child or a lot of them, no inbetween. Pregnancy would be a highly transfomative experience for you. Very life changing, you might experience completely new perspective on life, because of your Pluto in the 5th. Here, beware also of any difficulties with getting pregnant or having troubles and emotional turmoil WHILE being pregnant. You might see a lot of raptures, sudden changes, relationships which start quickly and end just as quickly. It’s because you need to learn how to be your own friend, partner first and not depend on others too much for emotional support.

You might have had quite boundaryless relationship with your mother. She might have sacrificed a lot for you too. Or she might be adventurous, freedom loving also. You father was kind, but also sensitive or overdramatic sometimes. One of the parental figures or both were overcritical, over nit-picking when you where growing up. Your father might have been physically or emotionally not present. He might have been away a lot due to his job, work, bussiness. Either way you are not as close to him or feel like you don’t know him enough.

You appreciate the hustle and know how to work hard. You try to make money and you are proactive about your own self care also. You spend money on beauty products, all that enhances your beauty, physical, mental image. You like to self improve and might give tips on self improvement to your siblings, friends, close environment. You will be lucky when it comes to your every day work, job, because you will be naturally lucky and respected. You might require a lot of personal freedom in your daily life. But you are also very serious and dedicated worker. With that Leo Venus, Mars in the 2nd house you demand A LOT from your relationships and have high standars. You know your worth and what you bring to the table. You dream of more practical type of success. You would like to see it materialize also. You might think about your own health a lot. But yet sometimes your oblivious to it, try to treat yourself too. Or balance both. Your family, relations and realtionships along with your finance, money, self-worth will be important topics throughout your life.

I really tried doing my best with your interpretation. I understand how Pisces energy can be hard to grasp!

And thank you for paying for my coffee intake, I was drinking flat white with vanilla rice milk while writing your intepretation. I thank you for that! You are a compassionate soul, who appreciates the effort others are putting in. I wish you all the bright days ahead.

P.S.: If you have any more specific questions, message me. I’m willing to answer them. Take care, you are welcomed in this house any time for coffee and cake! ;)

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keeseneysays · 4 years

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Cake x Trey Songz Surprise x Keeseney

If you’re new to this, this what we call #BlackWomanWritesWednesdays

They had been friends from the moment she moved to the city. He was the person that sat in on her job interview, and she was assigned as his shadow for her training period. Of course, their conversations involved the usual work guidelines, but their natural banter caught them both by surprise. She expected him to be a very by-the-book boss. She shadowed him for two weeks. Each day he had a new watch sat on top of his wrist. He often talks with his hands, and no matter how much they would pierced the air, the face of his watch remained still—always shining through his elaborate explanations. He favored 3-piece suits because, as he told her, they’re easier to switch up in the office. His tapered fade was always fresh. He opted for the lower cut with brisk clean lines—that continued down the side of his face, securely mapping out his full yet trimmed beard. He was impressive, but she soon learned he was much more than his appearance. He kept her engaged and interested throughout the entire two weeks. She slowly started to forget that he was, indeed, handsome. Although, he’s always been mesmerized with her beauty.

She was always a breath of fresh air throughout the office. He would always seem to catch her smiling with coworkers or providing the office with some kind of treat every Friday—which she passed out one by one. He used to wait for her to become angry or lash out, just to see what the experience would be like. She only lost her cool once, and that was at the end of her second week. To welcome her into the family, some of their coworkers decided to take her out for drinks. She was the last to arrive, but the first to turn heads. She looked very casual in her cream, off the shoulder, cropped sweater—that allowed her baby pink, lace bra strap to gain some attention. Her jeans were blue but dark, and they began at the curve of her waistline. The fabric caressed her thighs and stopped right they could meet the silver anklet that sported a lonely Y charm. Her hair was released from its confinement, and there wasn’t a ponytail holder or bobby pin insight to silence the bass of the curls that sprouted from her scalp. She almost regretted her decision when a coworker felt the need to extend a curl, hoping to see it bounce back. He watched her reflexes deny the intruder entry before she warned the group of individuals to NEVER touch her hair. He seemed to be the only one excluded from this threat because he’s always—and will always—play with her curls.

After 3 years, they were more than coworkers. She’s cried on his shoulder and accepted that she’s the only one he’s comfortable enough to seem broken around. His mother contacts her for family events—making sure she extends the invite. He’s also found himself teaming up with her—or her uncle—at the spades table during her family barbecues. That’s how he met her sister. She’s always felt like they would be a good match. They’ve all hung out plenty of times, so when she told him she wanted to set him up on a blind date, her sister was the first person to pop in her mind. He only gave her one request; it had to be a double date. Her boyfriend—who was already aware of her plans—was eager to watch it all play out. She wasn’t surprised when they hit it off nor when she walked into his apartment with a movie—for their usual movie night—and found the two in bed together. He thanked her repeatedly, crediting her and his newfound happiness to her and her sister—mostly her.

That was then, and this is now. And right now, as he lapped up her essence, his girlfriend—her sister—was the furthest thing from his mind. Tonight was their usual movie night, but it had already been ruined before it began. He had been arguing all day, pissed that his girlfriend thought it was completely fine to run off to Vegas to pick up her friend the day before his birthday. I’ll be back in the morning! He was pissed. There had been tension between them since he told her she couldn’t go. She felt like he was trying to control her, and he was desperately trying to explain to her that he wanted to wake up with my girlfriend on his birthday. Add that onto the fact that they slept next to each other almost every night, yet she was withholding sex because he was refusing to let her have a say in their relationship…their seven-month relationship.

Therefore, when she showed up expecting to see her sister and best friend waiting on a movie, he was forced to go over the past 2 weeks and explain why his hand was currently bleeding. After she cleaned up his hand, she sat patiently as he began to break down his marijuana before eventually tucking it away and searching for his lighter. He just needed to calm down. Therefore, that’s what she assisted him with. She was able to get his mind off everything that found a way to stress him out today. I can always count on you. Her response ignited his arousal. He began to analyze her features. For every source of beauty he found on her face, he paired it with something he loved about her—and her personality. He found himself running out of things to compare and just continued to let her traits stimulate his mind. When suddenly, he couldn’t find one reason to not do what he wanted to do most.

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wisdomrays · 4 years

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THE SAVIOR AWAITED BY OUR GENERATION

Our young people are living in and through a most distressing period. The neglect of past centuries has brought to fruit the successive calamities we are experiencing now. The young have been buried under a heavy burden of anxiety with nothing of use coming to them from their fathers and mothers, from the home or the school, nothing whatever of any spiritual value.

The young, having been deprived of all traditional values, were crushed by the pressures of materialism. They showed no signs of purity or profundity of mind nor depth of feeling, nor spirituality. Such a thing was not at all unexpected given that the experience and traditions cultivated over a thousand years had been sacrificed to an adulterated, cosmopolitan culture.

The most painful and heart-rending aspect of the situation is that the intelligentsia, those who were expected to guide the community, readily adapted to the new low standard. It is difficult for us to comprehend how they could prefer an adulterated culture to the traditional one subtly formed over the centuries.

In just such conditions our young confronted the problems of coming to age! They were under great pressures resulting from the neglect of centuries. Their bewildered community had left the traditional ways, and a new force had appeared, but one that, not having suffered pangs of birth, was immature. The poor youth could not decide whom to follow and how could they decide, since they had never been given good examples, and had only seen those who fled from themselves in one way or another. In a society going astray, which has suffered serious reverses, some had gone so far as to consider all ideas and traditions that had elevated their ancestors into a great nation as exhausted values. If only the young who were deprived of all the finer feelings had been able to understand what was happening around them!

That being the situation, what should we do to uplift a generation who have been turned from their origins, how should we inject new life into them? We have no right merely to complain about them or to criticize them for not reading or thinking. They were until very recently given no help at all, although they would have welcomed such help. We may not deny that some of them show a real desire to make serious researches or to learn. Others express that hunger by reading piles of newspapers or listening to the radio or watching television for hours to kill time or satisfy trivial desires. Also, although some of them gather around preachers to receive what there is to be received, we have, alas, been unable so far to give them anything worthwhile.

When have we guided the young to do the good and to choose the right? When have we been able to teach them to be virtuous? Do we have the ability to speak to them about a message given to make them think, study and reason? Can we be sure of the altruism of those who claim to lead and guide them to higher levels? How many men are there of stature and high standing who have renounced material and spiritual pleasures that we can point and look up to? They were waiting for a 'Hercules' who could say 'I have known nothing of worldly pleasures in my life of over eighty years', who would not change his life style until death. We need to find soldiers of God who will take on the sufferings of their generation without even thinking of the pleasures of Paradise. Alas, we have yet to find guides who would give up even worldly pleasures for the sake of the young.

It is true that we have not been able to help the young. We have not been able to find proper schools for them, nor to teach them the right way to integrate with the universe. They have been ground down by the teeth of events and, inevitably, have stood up in rebellion against those who put them in their state of wretchedness.

As in the picture showing a beheaded Goliath, they stand before those who took away their heads, demanding only the return of their souls. For them, to regain what they have lost is the most important thing.

Who will assume the heavy responsibility of returning to them what they have lost? The home? The society or its educational institutions? Under present circumstances none of these are up to the task, albeit certain individuals deserve to be encouraged. If we fail to provide facilities for the young to enable them to build their own world in accordance with the conditions of the real world, our failure will lead on to their destruction. The present state, notably of our educational institutions, is by no means promising. Neither our system of education, which has been degenerating little by little for centuries, nor our homes which are no more than kitchens and bedrooms, nor the society in general, which has been in a chaos, hold out much promise for the young.

The only way out is to develop a new understanding of science and to stimulate determination based on morality and insight, together with the cultivation of godliness. The new generation must be guided by a unity of mind, and take the true path in life, and they must regain their original, true identity. Besides, we must realize that we can only enable the young to reach such heights, and so save them from idleness and indifference, by inspiring them with idealism, by urging them to renounce merry-making in favour of the trials of 'becoming', by turning them away from self-indulgence and towards a love of others and of the homeland.

We pay homage to the fortunate ones who will shoulder so heavy a responsibility.

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jenner-benjamin · 3 years

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Seen as Read

Parietal Poem written with acrylic paint on Moleskine sketchbook paper.

Seen as Read was a seven week online course hosted by SJ Fowler and offered the chance to explore a variety of visual poetry processes. Each week we were sent a presentation of source material, ideas and inspiration for the week ahead. We would then use this as a basis for investigation and offer our thoughts, outcomes and works in progress on a blog forum for everyone to share and comment on.

The course introduced us to the study of visual poetry which I found extremely enlightening. There were aspects of the history of aesthetic linguistics that I had not considered until starting this course. On offering a definition of poetry Fowler explained that it was ‘language referent which doesn’t posit communication or information as its primary purpose’ - therefore a haiku and a scrawled note on the back of a receipt are both forms of poetry.

In the first week we were taught about the difference between phonograms and logograms; phonograms use individual written characters to represent sounds, whereas logograms are written characters that represent whole words. Examples of logograms would include; ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphics and Mayan scripts. I found the historical detail of this week to be very beneficial. I was not naive to how widespread visual poetry is around the globe, but had not considered how far back in time one could come across it. We were introduced to a plethora of artists and reference points that included the likes of Henri Michaux, Cy Twombly, The Voynich Manuscript and the Rosetta Stone (as well as some more obscure points of interest).

As an ode to the parietal poetry on cave walls, the first activity I indulged in was making my own poems with my finger tips. I explained how there was an acute closeness to the material when applying it directly with your fingers. This way of working mirrored the close-to-hand ethos that I explored during the three month lockdown earlier in the year.

Parietal Poem written with an ink stamp pad on Moleskine sketchbook paper.

After this exercise I chose to make my own sequence of logograms, taking inspiration from things found in my bedroom. I wrote these on exercise book paper and began practicing my invented glyphs. The rhythmic repitition of scrawling the glyphs over and over reminded me of my childhood when I was learning to write the alphabet on lined paper. The reiteration of writing the same character allows for delicate differences inferred by it being handwritten that the eye becomes drawn to. I intended to compose these glyphs in to poetry during the week but for now I quite enjoy them as they are.

An example of a repeated logogram on exercise book paper.

The second week was beneficial in encouraging me ask questions about the nature of writing. I do often fear that the work I make runs the risk of becoming relentless and contrived so this was particularly useful.

We were asked to ponder what is the visual character of writing? What is writing without semantic meaning? What is the capacity for an imagined language to mean beyond the representational or referential? This served as an excellent starting point for the week ahead. With reference to what Fowler posited in the first week’s presentation I would reiterate that writing without semantic meaning is pure poetry - it does not seek to communicate information as its primary purpose. I would also argue that an asemic written language can still ‘mean’ despite it being non representational or referential. The meaning might be entirely aesthetic, or it might be emotionally expressive, it might even exist as a means of translating a pre-existing language.

As a printmaker I have wrestled with where the process fits in the world of printmaking. Is asemic writing to be drawn or written only? Would repeating the writing through a print process detract from its agency as a handwritten process? I was stimulated by the prompt in the slides about formulating an alphabetical system that is pictorial or logogrammatic. Encouraged by this and my previous research into typography I decided to make my own asemic font. I felt the exercise would be a good way of marrying asemic writing with printmaking - my thinking being the font could be physically made and printed in a typesetter.

A translation of the first five letters in the first draft of my asemic typeface.

My starting point was going through my sketchbooks and portfolio to locate certain asemic characters that I had repeated over the months. It was this set of characters that I then digitised on my phone, attributing each character form to existing letters, numbers and punctuation marks.

Overall I found this exercise to be very successful as my first attempt at digitising my asemic language. Now that I have the app saved to my phone I can experiment with it further and design a cohesive body of abstract letterforms to print from when university reopens. I feel that this is the first step in potentially creating publications and artist books that find a common ground between asemic writing and printmaking.

‘Pangram’ - a sentence that uses every letter in the alphabet - first draft of my asemic typeface.

A selection of letters written in the second draft of my asemic typeface.

There is much scope for experimentation and a playfulness around the idea of the typeface being decoded. I could explore the dialogue between asemic writing being solely abstract and yet decipherable. I might be tempted to play on this in the same way Luigi Serafini did in his Codex Seraphinianus. With the existence of caesar cyphers and cypher wheels there is a wealth of opportunity for further consideration.

I came across weeks that I struggled with more so than others, in particular those based on art poetry and concrete poetry. I think that because the lines are so blurred between the subjects of each week I found that I was a little unsure as to how to approach them for fear of what I make not falling under the ‘correct’ umbrella. In hindsight I think the most fruitful approach would have been to read and research more and put less emphasis on creating, after all this was a learning experience and not a deadline for the next great work of art.

I took a selection of lyrics from Enter Shikari’s most recent album ‘Nothing is True & Everything is Possible’ and made a series of monoprints on newsprint that I initially thought could be pasted on to a wall but in actual fact work quite well as a poem in book form. The lyrics work as individual loose leaves but when coupled with the repetition of the word ‘meanwhile’ they become quite powerful and moving. The poem reads as follows:

Meanwhile,

Masking weakness, masking woe.

We'll disobey our Frankenstein.

Meanwhile,

It's primal, it's tribal.

And I'll die.

Red sky at night, a shepherd's flashlight,

This isn't what I planned.

We orbit fast.

Meanwhile,

Search and seek,

I'm gonna track you down,

Search and seek,

A cosmic dance.

Now I see you,

I can't walk away.

Meanwhile,

I wish this was over, after dark.

Meanwhile,

Nothing is true,

You're not really here.

Meanwhile,

Give me a sign,

Why?

Meanwhile,

I no longer want to hide,

I am the judge,

I can hear alarm bells,

A crisis of creativity.

‘You’re not really here’ - monoprint on newsprint.

‘A crisis of creativity’ - monoprint on newsprint.

‘A cosmic dance’ - monoprint on newsprint.

‘We’ll disobey our Frankenstein’ - monoprint on newsprint.

Concrete poetry found me very much outside my comfort zone, my work tends to be more loose and free and I found myself thinking a bit more rigidly. I am used to working with a bit more expression and gesture, so this was quite the challenge. Nevertheless I made an attempt at some concrete poems of the many plants I have dotted around the place. These were made whilst isolating at home, I found that in times where I felt unsettled and uneasy it was good to have some positive growth in the form of plant-life keeping me company. These ideas are very basic and leave much room for improvement, should I wish to return to this method of working.

‘Plant Pot’ - letraset on Moleskine sketchbook paper.

‘Cactus Pot’ - letraset on Moleskine sketchbook paper.

‘Ivy Ivy Ivy’ - letraset on Moleskine sketchbook paper.

‘Cactus’ - letraset on Moleskine sketchbook paper.

One of the later weeks of the course prompted the notion of scale. What would be the consequence of making poetry for a billboard wall? I have briefly discussed how my work tends to be quite intimate, typically taking the form of smaller tactile prints or books. The prospect of poster art seemed a bit daunting at first. What sentiment would the text offer when not only enlarged for all to see, but also in the public domain as opposed to the sometimes solitary book format?

I composed some poetry earlier on in the year as part of an artist residency at Bower Ashton Library that will be bound in to small poetry anthologies when the university studios re-open. For the purpose of this week’s prompts I made an installation in my bedroom studio, projecting these poems and corresponding drawings on to the walls at various angles. The results aren’t quite as I’d hoped or imagined but the chance to experiment with the concept was a welcome one, I am keen to return to this and develop it further. This week highlighted that there a multitude of ways we might interact with our audience and the value of looking at your work with fresh eyes.

‘Your Mouth’ - poem projected onto an interior wall.

‘Black, White and Grey’ - poem projected onto an interior wall.

‘Two Men’ - poem projected onto an interior wall.

The final output I made during the course was an edition of artist’s books inspired by monostich poetry. I hadn’t heard of it before and wondered how I could make a book with just one line of text. I made monoprints of a line from the Spin Doctors' song, ‘Two Princes’ that reads, ‘if you would like to talk for hours, just go ahead now’. This varied edition of concertina books is a dialogue of sorts between the ‘two princes’, each side being a line spoken.

‘Two Princes’ - accordion folded artist’s book with monoprinted pages.

Participation on the Seen as Read course has been extremely beneficial. I have been tempted out of my creative comfort zone on more than one occasion, which is always a valuable tool as an artist. It teaches you to not rest on your laurels and even though you will most likely return to your favoured processes, you might bring with you a method of creating that you had not before. The most worthwhile aspect to take away is the contacts I have made. A handful of participants have agreed to continue our correspondence beyond the confines of the seven weeks and will proceed to critique and support each other on a similar online forum to that which we have used for Seen as Read. I hope that this is the beginning of an active role in joining in the global conversation regarding visual poetry.

#practice #poetry #visual poetry #vispo #asemic art #asemic #asemia #asemic writing #concrete poetry #book art #abstract art #artistsbook #artists book #monoprint #printmaking #masters #mamdp

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sharkfish · 5 years

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my favorite destiel fics under 10k

hello enjoy!! there’s a bunch so they’re under the cut. :) a couple are dcj which is noted after the title!

don’t forget to kudos & comment!!!

A Change of Scene by SurlyCat

Words: 7,606

When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn't expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.

Aloft by VioletHaze

Words: 5,271

Despite his bravado walking in, he can’t quite bring himself to sit on Cas’s actual bed, but he stands near the foot of it and takes a long pull of his beer. In silent satisfaction, he watches Cas watch him lick the beer off his upper lip.

From past experience, this should be when Cas strides forward and Dean pretends to let him take charge. For whatever reason, though, that’s not happening. If anything, Cas seems to have put a little extra space between them.

“Dean, about today,” Cas begins and Jesus Christ when he said he wanted to talk he actually wanted to talk.

Dean feels the embarrassment at being so far off base twist at his gut. The bottle he was holding loosely in his hand is now clenched in his fist as he makes for the door. “We are not doing this.”

He’s stopped in his tracks when his vision goes black, disorienting him. It takes a second or two to realize it isn’t the black of darkness or unconsciousness, but a deep iridescent black of feathers and wings.

A moving sea. by orange_crushed

Words: 3,356

It’s a pretty song but just too fucking sad, even if he doesn’t catch all the words, so Dean reaches out to change it. But Castiel’s hand meets his halfway, startles him into pulling back. He glances over and sees Castiel’s eyes watching him, glittering a little in the light from the dash. He wasn’t sleeping at all. “I like this one,” Castiel says. “Do you mind?”

"No," says Dean, and leaves it. Castiel twines their fingers together and they stay like that for the next dozen miles.

Angel-Mine by relucant @relucant

Words: 4,274

Cas exhaled. "When an angel's wings are injured," he said to his feet, "the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they're left to fall out alone." He tilted his head towards the nightstand. "As you see."

Dean stared at him. "So… that's why I can't help?" he said slowly. "'Cause I can't, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?"

"Yes," Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted.

"You're still a shitty liar, Cas," he informed him. "What ain't you tellin' me?"

A Room of His Own (or not) by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 3,036

Dean took a deep breath and reassessed the situation. He was in bed with a guy, sure, and technically they were snuggling, but it was Cas. The guy had absolutely no reference on what was appropriate physical contact between two dudes sharing a bed in the... normal, completely unsexy, no-funny-business, way.

A Simple Touch, A Single Look by jujubiest

Words: 2,334

Something is going on between Dean and Castiel, and Sam is determined to find out what it is. Meanwhile, Castiel puzzles over surprising aspects of his relationship with Dean.

As Long as you Like by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 6,626

A few months after Cas finally comes home to Dean, the two have settled in comfortably together. It's only after a botched date that Dean starts to worry he might not understand what Cas needs.

Boys On Film by LoversAntiquities

Words: 8,540

But maybe that’s what it is—maybe Castiel’s finally realized something Dean is too chicken to admit, despite the fact he’s been jerking off to the idea of Castiel fucking him for the past few weeks. The idea warms him as much as it pains him to think about, his friend not being able to talk to him about something like that. That has to be it—it’s the only explanation. Castiel likes him.

“Or maybe he knows you do cam shows.”

Dean chokes on his burger.

Castiel's Angel by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 5,073

The angel took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. He was fidgeting Cas noticed. Usually he was so bizarrely at ease in his human form, lounging around and tossing winks and smirks at anyone with a pulse. That more than anything had Cas straightening on his stool and wishing he was a little less tipsy.

“Ineedyoutogroommywings,” Dean muttered in one long, almost unintelligible, string. He was blushing.

Casturbatus Interruptus by smallhorizons

Words: 6,118

post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards."

Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.

Curriculum vitae by cadignan

Words: 2,875

Curriculum vitae, n. A short account of one's career and qualifications. From Latin "course of (one's) life."

Dances With Bees by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 1,402

There is no First Blade. No Mark of Cain. No Ezekiel or Metatron or Trials or Purgatory. There is Dean, and there is Baby, and there is Cas, and all three are worse for wear.

"In which Dean is not a bee, Cas is not a flower, and the image of Cas' left hand on a radio dial and a hole in the knee of his scrubs will haunt your every waking moment for eternity. YOU'RE WELCOME."―Thank you for helping write the summary, Betty.

Days With You by omgbubblesomg @omgbubblesomg

Words: 3,212

Dean’s almost tragically offended when he moves into a new apartment and despite his absolute best efforts he can’t win more than a smile from his devastatingly handsome neighbour.

Every Last First by Areiton @areiton

Words: 1,514

Somewhere along the way, Cas stopped being an ally, a friend.

Now, he was simply everything.

For Science by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 6,105

“Think of it like an experiment," says Dean. "You’re testing a hypothesis as to whether or not a desirable response can be achieved through the stimulation of the anus via the application of a willing volunteer’s muscular hydrostat.”

Cas raises an eyebrow. “Are you actually trying to use the scientific method to talk me into letting you lick my asshole?”

Freeze Frame by surlybobbies

Words: 4,998

Dean's got about two minutes before Cas comes back, which is more than mildly inconvenient because Dean's just found out Cas is in love with him.

Friends Helping Friends (Telling Me What My Heart Meant) byAnnie D (scaramouche)

Words: 6,201

Dean and Cas have known each other for about a year now, and in that time, Cas has never gone into heat. So far.

He Came in Through the Bedroom Window by betts

Words: 4,725

Close to every day of every summer, Cas climbs into Dean’s room immediately after he wakes up.

He Woke Me Up Again by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 7,642

Castiel is injured at the studio, giving him and Dean time to work through their newly forming relationship.

If I Run by Anonymous

Words: 4,365

"Dean Winchester is a red-blooded American male. He lifts all the things. He aims for functional strength. He counts his macros and makes fun of curlbros. He is not a member of the Tarahumara tribe and he will not read Born to Run, no matter how many times Sam tells him to, because Starting Strength is the only book Dean will ever fucking need."

***

Wherein a friendly competition with the mysterious ThursdaysAngel turns into a sexy selfie-trading spree that motivates Dean Winchester to train for his first marathon.

Inhuman by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 2,098

Dean has learned that sex is different when there's an angel involved.

Just After, But Before by cymbalism

Words: 8,712

Just after Purgatory, but before whatever's next, Dean has a broken angel to put back together.

Just like honey. by orange_crushed

Words: 4,505

"Dean," Cas says. His hand is still flat against Dean's heart. "I've been- will you do something for me?"

"Sure," Dean says. He doesn't even have to think about it. Cas's eyes are starring over, gleaming at the edges with the faintest track of unshed tears, even though he's smiling again. Dean's never actually seen him cry: happy, stubborn, tireless Castiel and his bees and guacamole and perfect coffee and perpetually bare feet, Cas, Dean's hardy dandelion blooming in the middle of the sidewalk. Dean would do literally anything he asked right now, jump off a cliff or ford a river, hand to hand combat with a mountain lion, an eight-course dinner with all Cas's jerkoff fundamentalist relatives. Dean would learn Esperanto or become a bonds trader, whatever the fuck that is. Dean would die for him. Dean would do it smiling.

"Marry me," Cas says.

Kisses by Sunflower Beds by fanforfanatic @fanforfanatic

Words: 3,299

Cas can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before. Dean at three as a snotty toddler. At eight as a grubby child. At fifteen when he's already damaged. Cas travels through time to meet Dean throughout his life, different version of the man and Cas loves every single one.

La cucina. by orange_crushed

Words: 3,962

Dean turns around and Castiel is picking through the jars, turning them over carefully to read the labels, totally engrossed. Dean watches him.

"Is there," Dean says, "uh, anything in there you like?" Castiel looks up at him and then back at the apples, sitting in a basket on the counter in their golden skins, ripe and pretty. Castiel smiles up at Dean.

Like a Parched Land by Las

Words: 8,676

Written for the following prompt: "Reverse!verse: Castiel is the Righteous Man and Dean is the angel who drags his ass out of Hell." This is an AU version of episodes 5x01 through 5x03.

Long Nights in Cold Months by pyrebi

Words: 2,344

When you're an insomniac, you get used to the "what the hell are you doing up, man?" look. Dean just hopes the guy who's stocking the shelves will stop giving it to him long enough to help him find some damn pineapple.

Love, Take Your Toll by aileenrose

Words: 8,724

Cas sees hundreds of faces every day, but there's only one that he really cares about.

Movie Night by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 7,683

Dean invites his friends over so that they can gangbang Cas, and fun times were had by all.

Mysteries. by orange_crushed

Words: 2,542

But if God is not gone entirely, if God is not blind, then God knows about this, too. He might be the only one who can hear it: the inaudible rumbling in Castiel’s heart, restless and aching like an empty stomach.

Negotiating the Spot by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 6,521

"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him. Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle. This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why."

The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.

okay, cupid. by orange_crushed

Words: 4,591

"The dating thing?" Dean frowns. "Online dating is for weirdos. Robots. Dudes hanging out in their basements."

"You hang out in your basement."

"I have an air hockey table down there,” Dean says, icily.

Once Upon A Dream by jujubiest

Words: 4,899

Everybody-Dean included-attributes Castiel's awkward staring and lack of appreciation for personal space to his lack of understanding when it comes to humans. Funny thing, though: Cas never invades Bobby's personal space, or Sam's. Why is Dean different? Maybe there's something everyone is missing.

Orange You Glad by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan

Words: 6,062

Dean hates farmers markets and everything that they stand for. However, following a conversation with a new friend, an aptly-timed epiphany, and some impromptu pie-sharing, Dean's definitely rethinking that opinion.

Perfect Symmetry by FPwoper (dcj) @fpwoper

Words: 1,447

In which Dean gets drunk and gets lucky. With twins.

Petals by Morethancupcake

Words: 1,745

"He tells him about the bet, about how Ash had pointed Castiel out and had said "Fifty bucks none of you can't have him." Dean doesn't tell him the insults, but Castiel can guess them, all of them. They all probably laughed at how awkward he was, how out of place. How wrong."

Dean tells him about the bet. In the morning, Castiel is gone.

Physics can wait by museaway @museaway

Words: 1,654

Dean doesn’t want a tutor, especially not some kid his age in a tan sweater with a tie and a freaking button-down, but his mom insisted.

Pink by museaway @museaway

Words: 7,651

After a chance encounter at Lawrence Laundromat (at 3am, no less), Castiel is enthralled with his memory of a man in dusty jeans and a plain t-shirt with a pair of panties in his laundry basket. So Charlie Bradbury (aka Castiel's Former Best Friend) places a "missed connections" ad on his behalf, because that's what friends are for.

Queer by SeashellDestihell

Words: 1,948

A collection of times Dean encounters the word queer.

Release by lovegonestale

Words: 2,504

"Dean refuses to acknowledge his affection/lust for Castiel which backfires horridly when an angel/monster/witch strips Dean of his control and leaves only the basic instincts. The animal inside Dean wants Castiel, wants him under him, submitting, his mate/bitch and he'll do whatever he needs to get that."

Sharing Hands by almaasi

Dean feels something strange when he touches himself, and realises Cas has been using him as a vessel ever since he came back from Purgatory.

Shopping with Castiel by Anonymous

Words: 2,126

Dean takes Castiel shopping, and the tension is just too much to handle.

Show Me by relucant @relucant

Words: 3,069

“Huh,” Dean said again. He paused for a moment, then blurted, “Do you think you could show me?” Cas’ eyes widened, but before he could respond, Dean continued in a rush, “Like, um, a porn or something? I mean, just to, like – oh, God, never mind.” He dropped his head into his hands, the tips of his ears bright red.

It wouldn’t be the first time their decade-long friendship had gone a little beyond PG-ratings, between curious middle-school jerkoffs over the pilfered Playboys from Dean’s hidden stash to some drunken high school party games that maybe got a little more handsy than necessary. But they were seniors in college now, and Cas’ attraction to Dean had acquired a weight it hadn’t had as teenagers, and he was pretty sure watching gay porn together was a bad way to fuel that fire.

“Okay,” he said, before his mouth caught up to his dick.

Dean jerked his head up. “What?” he said stupidly.

Something Like This by AlizarinDreams

Words: 2,891

PWP continuation of Missing the Point. Really. That's it.

Steal my Breath by Sincestiel

Words: 1,991

“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.

Study Break by relucant @relucant

Words: 3,544

“Stop whining,” Cas said. “Finish your outline and we’ll go. There’s beer at the apartment. We’ll put on Star Wars and pretend we never set foot in the library over break.”

“Castiel Novak,” Dean said, putting his hand to his heart, “you are the wind beneath my wings.”

“Idiot,” Cas said affectionately, hoping Dean didn’t notice the hot flush creeping up his neck. He snatched his pen back and returned to his paper.

They worked in silence for several minutes, punctuated only by Dean’s occasional groans of boredom. Finally he pushed his laptop away and opened his mouth to complain when another clap of thunder shook the walls, much louder than before, and the lights flickered briefly.

Stupid with a Flare Gun by remmyme @remmyme

Words: 3,912

“Look,” Dean grits, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “You’ve got a body. Yourbody.” (Castiel, not long ago: “Jimmy…his soul was not returned to me.”) “You’re gonna damn well learn how to use it.” The hunter reaches under the seat to jerk at the lever, sliding back the whole of the front bench and badly startling Castiel with the unexpected jolt of movement. “And, hate to break it to you, but this town’s really not that big. You just got yourself kicked out of the only joint that’s got the professionals at work.”

Dean twists to lean against the car door, pulling up a leg to lay across the seat. The moment stretches, silent and tense.

“I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he says, voice gruff, “but I’ll talk you through it.”

Support Your Local Gay Beekeeper by Powerfulweak

Words: 3,976

It’s not like Dean goes on Grindr very often, just when he’s bored and alone. The blue-eyed guy's profile reads "Beekeeper, 29, 5'10, Single, I watch the bees." Dean is intrigued. He has to send a message.

Take Me Home Tonight by Persephoneshadow

Words: 8,111

“Come on, we’re finding you someone to…engage with sexually or whatever,” Dean explains, chancing another swig of beer before going on. “Anyone in this bar, no limits, who would you would be your top choice to bang?”

“Well, you, ideally.”

Dean spits out some beer before collapsing in on himself, legitimately choking this time. “Excuse me?!”

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Or the one where Cas wants to have sex and Dean is there to help.

Take Your Time by smallhorizons

Words: 2,532

Basically: Dean takes his time opening up Cas with his tongue and fingers before he finally slips inside and gives Cas what he wants.

The First Thing by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 2,609

Dean figures out what he wants.

The Occasional Sentimentality by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 7,512

Dean has the Winchester business, Castiel is an independent contractor, their penchant for violence is something they have in common. For eight months they've been meeting off and on for brief yet intense encounters, but like all things, it can't stay that way forever.

The One Thing You Can't Lose by MajorEnglishEsquire

Words: 4,955

You know what I like a lot? The thought that Dean can just tug Cas anywhere at any time and Cas, who can lift tons without effort, who can demolish things with the light of his grace, who has battled and gone to war, has defended and broken, will just let Dean do it.

The Samhain Trials by jemariel @jemariel

Words 8,068

On Samhain night, the veil is thin, not only between the spirit world and our own, but between humankind and their inner natures.

Every year, the hunt is run. Alphas and omegas brave the woods in search of glory and passion. Every year, Dean Winchester comes out alone. The soulbrand on his neck means that he has a True Mate, and what should be a blessing has only been a curse.

He hopes, and he waits, and this year his soulbrand has been itching as if it were newly risen.

It's nearly sundown.

The Sweetest Taste by habitatfordeanwinchester @cineastette

Words: 1,938

“I assure you that I can feel and taste things just as well as you can, if not more so.”

“You’ve spent centuries as a, what do you call it, fucking celestial wavelength? You can’t possibly tell me that you think you’re a greater authority on hot chocolate.”

***

In which Dean and Castiel argue about hot chocolate.

through hardships to the stars by museaway @museaway

Words: 4,554

Cas showed up at Dean’s apartment six minutes before midnight with a six-pack of Ad Astra under his arm and Interstellar on blu-ray.

Times Two by relucant (dcj) @relucant

Words: 5,416

[10:50] From: Charlie

So did you find Mr. Sex Hair?

[10:51] To: Charlie

actually yeah. and dude -- there's TWO of them

[10:51] From: Charlie

… How drunk are you?

[10:52] To: Charlie

im not!

[10:52] To: Charlie

ok im lying, i am a little

[10:53] To: Charlie

but srsly, they're twins. and ofc i accosted the wrong twin abt the pic

[10:55] From: Charlie

Oh my God. Your life is a fanfic.

[10:56] From: Charlie

So… Dean-sandwich on the menu then?

To be Alone with You by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 6,248

Castiel needs a model for his new sculpture project, and Dean Winchester sounds perfect for the job.

Tush by Sales Associate Steve (Stiney) @salesassociatesteve

Words: 5,359

Dean's still not exactly clear how he got here, but it's not so bad, actually, it's pretty awesome modeling panties on Tumblr.

Unfocused, Blissed Out by jemariel (dcj) @jemariel

Words: 1,818

“You’re both so beautiful,” Cas finds himself saying.

Jimmy laughs a high snort of a laugh. “Whatever you say, asshole.”

Dean slaps him lightly on the shoulder. “Way to ruin the moment, jerk.”

But Cas just settles deeper into the pillows and around his lovers, smiling and content.

We Will Touch Our Feet Together by cadignan

Words: 7,388

Go to one hour’s worth of paid cuddling—touch therapy, whatever—and end up with a pothead moping on your couch, talking about kinky sex.

Wordplay by Dangerousnotbroken @dangerousnotbroken

Words: 2,964

“I don’t understand why talking dirty is such a big deal for you humans,” Cas complains, apropos of nothing.

You Deserve This by beansprean

Words: 2,190

Sex with Cas was never supposed to be an emotional experience, and Dean doesn't deserve to be made love to.

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