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sleepydross · 1 year ago

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Chapter One, Route_A: Clerks, Too A Chapter of the 'SEER' or 'Spontaneous Edifice Emergence / Reification' Storyline. "Chapter One, Route_B" coming when I can. CW: Damage to fingers, mutilation, body horror, disturbing imagery, fleshpunk concepts, blood and injury, surreal terror / horror, harsh language etc.

Song Title: Everything Burns Eventually (I think)

Description: A person whose voice sounds vaguely masculine sings about how fire (Passion?) is churning and burning (Lyrics specifically mention 'churning and burning,' like, as part of the chorus. It's… weird.) and tearing across the land, and consuming everyone that it touched. It sounded like a raging orgy, or something. It started to be a little… more blunt than most modern songs about sex and horny shit, uh, in the last verse, from what I remember. I just remember… I remember it struck me as odd. No one else seemed to notice, but it was… strange.

I remember the lyrics said, they said, "And the fire's burnin' and churnin', burnin' and churnin' and all the fat little kids sizzle like they're on a griddle."

I almost said "What the fuck?" when my brain processed it, and then… The song was over. After that it was, I don't know, some pop shit. I'd heard it before, it played like, once a night when I was on shift, you know? It was normal.

I thought maybe, maybe it was just stress, you know? I thought I imagined it. Maybe I did.

The doors slid open, and another customer walked in. Jackie looked up, and said, cheerfully, "hello!"

Mostly, the cheer wasn't fake. J liked xis job, liked working the night shift… liked that every single hour that passed was another hour of pay to make xis life better. Fake cheer was only a necessity because of the exhaustion. Xe hadn't slept very well, during the day before - nightmares had assailed, and eventually won ground, in Jackie's mind. They'd been real bastards, too, pervasive and cruel.

They were snakey, awful fucking things and xe'd woken up screaming loud enough to piss off xis roomate.

"Great deals!" the customer replied, cheerfully. She was a nice looking older lady, hair dyed a bright purple - scrubs indicated she was a nurse, and the fact that it was two in the morning indicated she was a seasoned nurse working some graves. Whether she was coming or going, Jackie had no idea, but the response felt… off kilter, strange.

"Yes ma'am, UltiMart's got pretty solid bargains!" xe replied, bemused more than anything else. A terminal case of desperation to work nights meant xe had only very rarely showed up to the store during the day, and even then, it was only to pick up partial shifts or cover for coworkers who were sick - it wasn't anything long term. Terminal overnighters were an odd kind of kin, like that recognized like, and they'd share their little jokes about the lack of daylight.

While the old lady did her shipping, J did what J did, checked the list of all the shit xe needed to get done, and then moved down it until xe found a task that was suitable for a time when there was a customer in the store and got to it. Each of the coffee makers was an absurd Austrian thing that looked like what aerospace engineers worked on when not making space ships - they even had touch screens, which had thoroughly confused a number of customers who, for whatever reason, lacked the basic decency to just read the very simple on-screen instructions.

They made a damn fine cup of coffee, at least.

While the old lady did her browsing, J did what needed to be done with the coffee machines. First, xe had to pull out the tray all the coffee grounds were dumped into by the individual bean grinders, and brush them out - and then wipe them down with the bottle of food safe sanitizer hanging from xis belt.

A song started playing, an unfamiliar one - which was, in and of itself, something of an event. The store's radio had been standardized for the three years xe had worked at the fucking place, with new songs being added only very rarely. It was covers, always covers of popular songs from years past, because (presumably) licensing fees were less.

This song, however, was wildly unfamiliar. Right then, it was december the fourth, and the ugly American phenomenon of Christmas music had already begun, with essentially every song being some softly shitty, saccharine song about how Christmas was good and lovely (it wasn't) and how snowing it was definitely going to be (or how not snowing it would be but how it was in fact still Christmas in Vegas). All of it was thankfully constantly rubbing its ass across the floor of a room labelled 'easy listening' like a dog in heat, and thusly, was incredibly easy to tune out.

This was not easy listening, and was not dragging its ass. It started up right away with a strange, slightly overdriven scream of a note on what could've been a guitar, or what could've been a violin having its various indelible rights violated. J looked up, confusedly, staring at the nearest ceiling mounted speakerplate. The first words of the song were definitely in English, but they were unintelligible, howled with such ferocity that J couldn't make anything out.

Unnerved, xe let the cleaning routine finish on the coffee machine and wiped down the grill people set their cups on, cleaning up loose droplets wondering how people could make so much off a mess with a damned device that was largely automatic, and-

The music was loud, louder than it should have been, loud enough to be downright unpleasant. Whatever the verse was supposed to be about, J heard the word 'fuck,' and then 'death is our business, and business is good' and wondered with a kind of dim anxiety what xis boss was doing with the damned radio. Usually, she didn't fuck with it in the middle of the night, neither the volume nor the station, preferring to change it during morning shift change if she changed it at all.

Baffled, xe threw the soiled towel into the trash can behind the counter, passing through the swinging, saloon style waist-high doors to get to the register - the old lady was meandering her way back towards the front of the store, and three years of instinct told xim that she was done and ready to check out.

As she approached, the singer was howling the words 'hunt, fight, kill, spill' over and over as the guitar player went absolutely fucking bananas. It sounded like a challenge song made by a sadistic modder for some guitar-legend type video game - not meant to be musical, really, but instead meant to be as hard and inhuman as possible.

"Sorry about the radio!" J half-shouted, in the most customer service voice that xe could manage. "We have no control over it in the store, its controlled remotely!"

"What radio, sweetie?" the old lady asked. This simple question was not one that would normally frighten anyone, but when she asked it, with that fake sweetness that all the music tasted of, a trickle of icewater ran through xis spinal fluid.

"The, uh, really loud song that's playing, right now!" xe told her, confusedly, as she set… something, on the counter.

"Sweetheart, I'm old, not deaf, you don't have to shout," she said, still sweetly, but with a freezing, hard edge.

"S-Sorry," J said, trying to shut out the music that felt like it kept getting louder, and now had words in it like 'fuck, consume, eat, devour' mixed in with the other ones in some kind of charnel, wylde hunt of a crescendo. "Let me, just uh, ring you out."

So, J did what J always did when unnerved - focused on process. Grab the items, get them in place on the counter, find the barcode, scan them…

But the old woman had set, on the counter, a huge wet hank of something that looked an awful lot like intestines, loosely wrapped in some kind of slick plastic that was labelled with the store's branding, but was definitely not something xe had ever sold before. This had happened once or twice, though usually not with something so viscerally disgusting, but strange products made their way to shelves in rural areas - they had, after all, a whole goddamn minifridge by the door full of live bait and weird bottles of deer attractant or whatever.

This was marked as 'Sausage casing, natural, unprocessed' which was pretty much exactly what it looked like was inside - intestines, unprocessed, raw guts. Sure, that was fucked, and sure it made J want to go leap out a fucking window into a hot shower that would presumably be waiting out the window as a matter of course, but… It was hunting season. Rural freaks… bought all kinds of weird shit.

"I can't wait to get home and tuck into that," the old lady said, as J scanned it. J looked up at her immediately, with a kind of sluggish trepidation rising up alongside the ice-water level in xis insides. "Hard to get good, fresh intestine these days, oh boy, but you all… Well, like you said! Ultimart has some great deals!"

"Y-Yeah, absolutely," J replied, at that point, shaking. It hadn't been like this in a long time, the anxiety, the terrible feeling that something was getting worse and worse every moment, and whatever the fuck it was, it was wholly inconceivable and impossible for a human mind to understand. Early on, working the graves, that had happened a few times and required medication to quell - but it had been at least half a year since such a thing was a necessity.

The last item that J scanned was a knife, which xe was incredibly sure that they didn't sell - but it rang up in the POS system just fine, despite being a bowie styled weapon with blade length J was almost entirely sure was illegal. After several long moments of staring at the weapon, and then at the screen, xe said, "I need just a moment, okay, ma'am?"

"Oh come on now, I really would like to get home to sleep," she said, barely audible over the blood-horny shrieking of the 'music.' "What's the problem anyway?"

"I'm fairly sure this knife is of illegal blade length," J replied, evenly. "I'm going to call my manager real fast, just to make sure you're not exposed to liability, and neither are we, okay?"

For a long moment, the old lady stared at xim, paper white skin, eyes like puddles of mud with spots of green algae floating on the surface, pupils lightless pits that seemed overlarge, and then she said, "check me out, boy, or I'll use the knife on you."

"W… Excuse me?" J asked, softly, having never once been threatened by a fucking grandmother whose hair was still tinged cyan with blue-rinse. She looked like an octogenarian but had just-

"Sell me my fucking knife and my guts, boy, and let me go home. They're on SALE!" she all but barked, voice deeper than it ought to have been. For a long, ice cold moment, a temporal crystal of a ten-second cluster, J just fucking stood there, struck silent and immobile.

"I'm… I'll be right back," J said, stalking off away from the register before the old lady could be any more of a freak. Some reasoning had to be done, and xe wasn't going to do any of it standing right there with nightmare grandma. Once behind the enormous display stand wherein all of the scratch off tickets were located, xe took a long breath and pulled out xis phone.

No service. That had happened a few times before, always at crucial and stressful moments for it to happen, but it meant xe was on xis own and had to made a damn decision. Decisions had never been J's strong suit, nor had making them, nor had making good ones - but in this case, there were a few scraps of logic to cling to.

Tattered though those scraps were, the items had been entered into the POS, and were up on screen. They had prices matching the tagged prices, and that meant at least, at LEAST a manager and an assistant manager… nothing got in the system without their approval.

If anything legal-related happened, it'd happen to them. Employees below management weren't to be held responsible for such things, especially if they didn't do anything out of the ordinary but check out a registered item. After another moment of exhaustion and fear, and decision making, J headed back to the register and faced down nightmare granny with the music she couldn't hear blaring in a new, brutal, howling hellscape of sound. Satan himself and all his choruses roared and bleated.

"Okay. I had to do a quick check with the management. Everything is fine. My apologies for the inconvenience," J said.

"You fucking freaks get worse and worse every year, I swear," the grandma said, digging in her purse and tugging out a series of bills. J had been threatened, had been nearly beaten, had been yelled and screamed at, people had tried to scam xim, but no one had ever been quite as scary as this old lady and her widening pupils. Whatever she was on, and she WAS on something, it had dilated them at that point to a level that the irises could scarcely be seen.

"Sure," J said, because 'freak' was hardly the worst xe had been called by customers. Xe took the bills, checked their values, and then quickly and quietly typed the amount in the POS. The drawer snapped open, the automatic change vault dispensed the coins, and then J handed her the bills. "Have a nice day, ma'am."

"Great deals!" the old lady crowed, and then she gathered her guts and her long knife and her chocolate bar and can of coffee, and fucking dipped. That was it, she just left, walkd out the doors into a soothing darkness that absorbed her readily as if she was made of it and simply evaporated back into it past the glass.

Finally free of whatever the fuck that was, J started to emerge from behind the counters, only to realize that xis hands were wet. Soaking, dripping, and xe raised them to stare at them, finding them wet and slick and-

"What the riddling goddamn fuck?" xe asked, as the smell, the familiar smell of iron and pennies touched xis nose and that special kind of instinct-triggering vital red pattered weakly onto the floor. Already trembling with the shock and the anxiety, the worker-alone stalked into the back room and grabbed one of the GOOD cleaning paper towels to dry the red away. It was a hazmat issue, for starters, and that meant procedures had to be followed and-

"Where did it come from?" xe demanded, heading to the sink with its three huge, wide bays - and then past it, to the hand sink, where xe could wash without violating biohazard protocols. Once all the iron stink was gone and with it all that vital red, J stalked back out behind the counter, taking careful note of the pattern of blood droplets on the floor, so that he could fill out a biohaz report and clean it all properly.

At the register, J saw the blood running out from underneath the drawer, and decided this was a great time to wake up from what was most assuredly a nightmare. The howling chorus of murder and violence carried on its carrion chorus until at last, xe hit the button to open xis drawer and-

Silence. It cut out, a shocking and startling abuse of sudden peace. Inside of the drawer, the bills were soaked in blood, floating in the liquid as if it had been full up before the money was even placed inside, and none of that made sense…

Confounded, confused, xe reached in and tried to take one of the bills out - and then jerked xis hand back as the drawer snapped viciously shut, so fast that the reaction was more instinct than anything else. Strangulation of a scream was something J had experience with, and xe choked the rising scream in xis throat, and choked the bile of horror down with a guttural swallow.

Xis pinkie finger was gone, cloven off cleanly between the two middle knuckles, at an angle. Blood squirted, red and so vital, and J walked with numbness and purposeful intent. Each footstep was a labor of necessity, a cold wrought iron act that could only be forged out by someone who had experienced pain, horror and sudden and unexpected wounding before.

In the back, xe grabbed another of the good cleaning paper towels and wrapped it around the digit, taking great effort to fold the flap of skin over the stump for the moment. Whatever had happened, the bone had slowed down the cut, and perhaps that was the only reason there was so much of the digit left. With duct tape from the emergency toolbox, xe secured the makeshift dressing.

A lot of things were happening in xis head at once, most of them related to trying to get xis fucking finger sewn back on. It wasn't a terrible loss, a pinkie that was barely used for anything, and the pain, the pain was so immense but so much less than xis mind would have thought had xe been made aware of the cut before it came.

It ached. It hurt. It was-

"Need the bit," J muttered, feverishly, half-drunk with adrenaline and half-sick with horror. These new steps, back out to the register, were accompanied by the forceful requisition of a pair of heavy metal tongs that were normally used for pulling hot wings off the cook plates. Shaking still, J used the POS to open the drawer, and stared into it, seeing what was wrong, what xe had missed.

The bills that strange woman had given over, they weren't the source of the blood - xe wasn't even sure it was really blood. Somehow, all the fleshy horror of the inside of the drawer was almost not a surprise. The various slots for all of the bills had been replaced with chambers full of blood, oozing from little holes near the top and soaking all of the coins and paper, drowning them in thickened red. The fingertip, the digit, was hissing and smoking, that smoke the acrid horror of digestion. The inside lip of the drawer was lined with a thick, wide row of misshapen but unmistakably human front teeth - misshapen, but razor sharp.

Pain. Beneath the layers of tissue, thick plates of bone formed the basic skeleton of the drawer, though the outside remained mottle gray metal. Wrong, it was all wrong. It was a horror. Disgusted, enraged, J wedged the tongs in and watched it snap shut. This animal was nothing but that, an animal, operating on instinct - and it kept trying to close, grinding aggressively against the shaft of the tongs… and then gave up. This gave J only a moment to snap the remains of the digit from the single dollar slot.

This time, when it snapped shut, it was done. Xe set the digit on the counter, having fully given the screaming fuck up on hazmat protocols, and was distressed to find that there wasn't enough flesh to sew back on. It was just grotesque, awful bone and some tendon gumming it all together.

Frantic with afterthought, J checked xis hands and… they had burns, mild ones, on the palms. It wasn't blood, it was some digestive fluid that smelled and felt a lot like blood, but was just a bit thicker and-

J opened the drawer again. It was still there.

"Fuck," xe said, because if xe was just crazy, it'd be a lot less fucking scary.

It was that moment that xis phone started beeping, and the wounded worker fumbled the device out and squeeze-pressed the side button to reveal…

Six thirty AM. It was morning, and not just morning, but half an hour past the end of xis shift. Xis relief, an assistant manager, hadn't shown up, and was half an hour late - and this was when xe would have to call xis boss, if xe had ANY FUCKING SIGNAL.

Xe did not have, in fact, any signal, fucking or otherwise.

Panting with the extreme exhaustion of an adrenaline crash and the staggering pain of a severed digit, an executive decision was called for - and this one was easy, in the extreme, to make. Without even pausing to think, to wait, to hesitate, J walked to the manager's desk behind the front counter and opened the non-manager drawer on it, retrieving the emergency key for the doors. With that in hand, xe stumblefucked to the rear door and fully closed it, tricking it to latch with a little wiggle of the 'if you press this, the fire department will come' bar that forced them to leave that particular portal open, if only just, propped that way.

That done, xe walked to the front doors and reached up to the sensor controls, disabling the sensor so it wouldn't open for anyone. A final step had to be followed, and xe followed out, because at that moment, clinging to procedure was basically all that was keeping xim fucking sane. With a certain amount of disdain, xe slapped on the 'Closed due to emergency circumstances, please wait for a manager, or otherwise find another location to serve you' sign on the front door.

Xe then stepped out into the cold of morning, locked the doors, and turned to the parking lot intending to head right next store to the apartments where xis manager lived. If the phones were down, xe would pound on the fucking door and wake the poor woman up.

Except, facing the parking lot, that preternatural darkness still enveloped everything but the pumps and the area beneath the bright canopy lights. Something was wrong with that darkness, something that J couldn't quite figure until xe walked halfway across the lot and saw something that made that cold ice-water-in-the-cerebrospinal-fluid feeling come on back.

Bricks. Through that thick, syrupy darkness, xe saw bricks at the edge of the parking lot, at the very edge of the store's lot. Baffled, nauseous, xe made xis way to that edge and pressed xis wounded hand to the brickwork and just… breathed, slowly, carefully. Walking down the wall revealed just another wall, at the edge of the lot farthest from the doors - and then, xe walked down that door to a pool of light that had been hard to even notice through the black.

They slid open smoothly. J stepped into the entrance of Ultimart, and turned around as the doors shut, staring across the parking lot at pumps that had been mutated and warped, blended together and superimposed with pumps that had been mirrored. Light shone out of doors to the right, to the left, and to the locked doors with the posted sign directly across the lot.

"Welcome to Ultimart! We have great deals and fantastic meals!" a voice called. J turned, slowly, looking at a cashier that stood behind the counter. Frightened, sick with anger, xe walked up to the swinging doors and stared over them.

The Cashier was not standing there. Instead, thick rivulets of bone ran down from a bare and exposed pelvis, tubes connected to various internal organs emerging from blistered, scarred up, cauterized flesh - the tubes themselves were thick, glistening white connective tissue, wet. The bone formed pillars all the way to the floor, lumpy and uneven like melted stick candles.

There, at the floor, that bone grew in sickly, plantlike tendrils straight into the gaps between the tiles. Those cartilaginous tubes ran down through holes below the register.

"Working hard, or hardly working?" the cashier asked, like a fucking freak, like a disgusting nightmare. Neither of this things eyes were the same color, and both of them failed to focus equally, pupils seemingly set at entirely different levels of dilation. "Great deals!"

"Fall over and fucking die," J said, quite evenly, before walking back through those same goddamned doors and past the overlaid, mutated pumps. Xe unlocked the doors from the outside, and then re-locked them from the inside, and walked behind the counter. There, J sat down against the cigarette wall, and just… stared at the register. Blood was still dripping from the counter, and the bone and tissue still smoked faintly.

Finally, after a few minutes, xe said, softly…

"Fuck."

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palimpsessed · 4 years ago

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So @captain-aralias did one of these and invited other writers to do the same. And I wasn't really going to because it feels a bit late now and also I've done quite a few other year in review posts for 2020. But then I got to thinking that it would be really nice to have one of these for each year to look back on and compare, which convinced me. So, here we go!

If you’re a writer, I’d also encourage you to steal this. Tag me on your post so I can see your thoughts! 🥰

List of Complete Fics for 2020 1. At the Top of a Tower, With You- General, 900 words 2. Use Your Words- Teen, 16k 3. A Man of Letters, or Five Times Baz Retreats and the One Time He Doesn’t- Teen, 54k 4. To the Manor Borne- Teen, 43k

Total: 4 fics, 113k words

Every one of these fics was written for an event, which, realistically, is the only reason they got finished. I have so many ideas I'm working on all at once, and I came into fandom with a focus on making art, so to actually find the motivation to sit down and write/finish/post a fic was entirely deadline based. And it's a technique I'm sure I will also employ in 2021.

Best/Worst Title?

Well, I've mentioned a few times before that I usually have a title before I have much in the way of a fic concept. I don't really dislike any of the my titles, because they all did exactly what I needed them to do, which was help me focus on what I wanted to accomplish in the fic. Comparatively speaking, though, I can answer this.

Best: Use Your Words - succinct, idiomatic, a book quote/motif that also has the potential to be a spell, does what it says on the tin, is probably what all of us are constantly yelling at Baz and Simon to do throughout the books and the fic itself

(Honorable mention to A Man of Letters because that title forms a perfect heart shape when viewed on mobile on AO3. ❤️)

Worst: At the Top of a Tower, With You - this is also a quote and it fits the fic perfectly, but it is a bit of a mouthful and it has a comma in the middle of it, which, while I love commas, feels a bit off-putting in terms of a title - also, it's always kind of bothered me that it's a Baz WS quote used for a CO-era Lucy POV

Best/worst summary?

Again, I don't really dislike any of my summaries.

Best:

To the Manor Borne: The gang decides to spend Christmas together at Pitch Manor. Romance, hijinks, and holiday cheer ensue.

Anything that lets me use the word hijinks is always good! - it's short and sweet - it does a fair job of setting up the premise for the fic and giving highlights, without giving anything away

Worst: A Man of Letters

I'm not going to include this one because it's so long, I had to cut down the version I posted on tumblr to fit in the AO3 field, which is really why I rank it below my others - it effectively sets up the world of Simon and Baz in Regency England prior to where the story starts, but it is prohibitively long - and it's set up, not summary, so it also loses points for not doing what it purports to do - I could have said exactly what this fic was in one sentence: "Simon and Baz meet at several Regency-appropriate venues over the course of a London season and reflect on their acquaintance in letters", but instead I did the full book jacket version because it was more interesting to me.

Best/Worst First Line?

Oh, this is interesting. I can honestly say that I have no idea where this will go. Going to pull up my docs and find out! Okay, since I only have four fics to consider, and I'm feeling split, I'm going to do two for each. I feel good about my words, but I will say that half of my first lines actually provide information, and the other half are incomplete thoughts. Those were stylistic decisions I made, but when taken alone, it does somewhat limit the effectivness of a sentence when it can't stand without the rest of the paragraph. Perhaps that decision will lure readers in for more?

Best:

In the end, we wind up at Pitch Manor. (To the Manor Borne)

I know that you won't be surprised when I tell you that I do not like writing letters. (A Man of Letters)

Kind of interesting that these both contain key words from the titles 🤔

Worst:

I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do this. (Use Your Words)

I love how the title seems to be answering Baz's question when the two are put together like this 😂

Strange that it should end here, where it all started. (At the Top of a Tower, With You)

The title also seems to complete the first line in this one, too. I'm learning about my writing as this goes on, so that's cool!

Best/Worst Last Line?

Hmm. Okay, again, no idea. Also, a little leery of including last lines for anyone who hasn't read the fics they're from yet. (Tho I guess it's unlikely those people would be reading this😆) But let's see what we've got.

Use Your Words and A Man of Letters have very similar final lines, and both are somewhat spoilery.

Best: The ending of A Man of Letters felt risky to me, in the way that it is formatted and changes tone from the rest of the story. It was something that happened as I wrote it and I loved it. I had no idea if readers would like it, if they would feel like it worked as an ending, but I felt strongly enough about it to let the entire fic hinge on that and I think it really paid off. So, without giving you the actual last line, which is only one word, I'm going to say that one is my best ending.

Worst:

To the Manor Borne: "Carry on, Simon."

It's not bad, it's just not mine.

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, fewer than you thought, or about what you predicted?

I did not set out to write any fics in 2020. I was supposed to be taking a break from writing. I've been an aspiring novelist for half my life now, and have been going through major ups and downs with my writing. I decided I needed to re-evaluate and figure out if writing was something that was even going to be able to make me happy anymore. The answer is: YES! Just…not original fiction. At the moment. I'm happiest when I can write for the sake of writing and not have to DO something with that writing. Which is why discovering fan fiction was AMAZING!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

To actually answer the question, yes, I wrote more than I thought I would. I also wrote exactly as much as I thought I would, simply because these were all things I signed up for (with the exception of my Countdown fic, but I committed to it as if it were something that required a sign up).

I have a lot more ideas for 2021, but I don't know how many of them will come to fruition. I'm not putting pressure on myself to have to do anything beyond what I sign up for again, because it did work out so well for me starting off.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

I mean, the pairing and the fandom were in no way a surprise. 😆 They're my only ones, so those were both a given. The genre is also not surprising.

What's your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest?

A Man of Letters, without any hesitation. I adore it so much. It's the kind of fic I know I will unabashedly sit down to read over and over, even if I'm the one who wrote it. I had one reader to please and it was ME. By far, my most self-indulgent fic.

Okay, NOW your most popular story?

That depends on the metric.

To the Manor Borne leads in Comments (107), Kudos (153), and Hits (1992), and Use Your Words leads in Bookmarks (26).

But since To the Manor Borne is top in 3 out of 4 metrics, I'll say that one.

Story most upderappreciated by the universe?

I mean, the least popular by a wide margin is At the Top of a Tower, With You, but I don't know if I'd call it underappreciated. It's short, it's angsty, it's got a very unusual style, it's Lucy POV, it's the first fic I wrote and posted. I didn't really go into it with high performance expectations. I'm proud of it, I just didn't expect it to be popular. It would be nice if more people read it, but I'm not broken up over it.

Story that could have been better?

I'm not even going to touch this one. Everything can always be improved upon, but if I go down that route, nothing will ever be done. This is one of the things I have come to appreciate about traditional art versus digital. With traditional, there is only so much you can do before something is permanent and you have to live with it. It's an exercise in letting go and acceptance. Digital is flashier and more flexible, but I could (and have) spend months on a single piece and never feel satisfied, never stop tweaking. I think that's also the reason I started to hate my novels.

Sexiest story?

Based purely on overall vibes, I find the understated tension of the Regency the most appealing, so I'm going to say A Man of Letters. I didn't actually stray into sex territory in any of my fics (though Simon and Baz have had sex by the time To the Manor Borne starts, and refer to it, and probably do it "offscreen"), but A Man of Letters is the one that feels sexiest to me. Lots of thirsting!Baz and feral!Simon and sensual hand touching (how risqué!) - and YEARNING. That, to me, is the sexiest vibe of all. So. Much. Yearning.

Saddest story?

At the Top of a Tower, With You - for this one, I tagged "angst without plot" and I stand by that. It's Lucy losing her connection to Simon at the end of CO and trying to find a way to reconcile herself to leaving him alone again. I gave it as much of a hopeful bent as I could, with the refrain of Baz's spoken "love" to cling to, but it's very sad.

Most fun?

To the Manor Borne - All of my fics have their fair share of angst, but this one also has some good, silly, holiday fluff thrown in. Since I wrote it for the Countdown, each chapter was based on a different prompt, which led to this one going in all sorts of directions no single fic probably ever should. Plus, it has the most Shepard, and Shepard always makes things more fun.

Story with the single sweetest moment?

Oh my god. I don't know. No, never mind. I do. It's To the Manor Borne, but it's split between the two gift giving scenes, the Constellations and Secret Santa/Gift Giving prompts. These were private moments between Simon and Baz, sharing themselves with each other, being vulnerable, and communicating. It's the gifts they give each other, yes, but it's more so the reasons they chose those gifts, and how they show part of themselves and share their love for each other, through those gifts, that had me in tears writing those two scenes. I'm super proud of them.

Hardest story to write?

Use Your Words - it was written for an exchange and that made it really hard to write it knowing there was this pressure of making my gift-ee happy with the fic. I'm proud of it, and they really liked it, but the anxiety was too much for me.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

A Man of Letters - if there is a fic better suited to me as a writer, I haven't met it. I started writing after reading Pride and Prejudice in high school, so I started out writing Regency and I spent years and years and years of my life obsessed. When I transferred into college, an administrator I had never met before heard my name during orientation and said, "Oh, you're the Austen scholar." (It is a small, private college, and I was a transfer, so the pool of students was even smaller. But still. Many years later, I'm clearly not over it.) I also did my senior thesis on an epistolary novel (Frances Burney’s Evelina), and my English Lit emphasis was for that time period. So, I felt like I had been preparing for this fic my entire adult life. 😂

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

I don't think so. I tend to let my writing be dictated by the characters, so I'm always following their lead. Sometimes they'll do or say something that surprises me and takes me down a route I didn't necessarily foresee, but I don't think there was ever a point where one of them did something that made me rethink who they are as a character.

Most overdue story?

I will say A Man of Letters, since that one felt like a culmination of my seventeen-year-old self's wildest writing dreams. But I should probably say the Scooby Doo AU I still haven't managed to finish, because that one has been a WIP since I joined the fandom. Oops. (I'm hoping when I look over this in a year, I can feel smug that it's finally done.)

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

Writing at all was a risk for me! And writing fan fic for the very first time! Writing an entire fic told only through letters. And then ending it in a completely different style from the rest of the fic. Doing a multi-chaptered fic for the Countdown, using a different prompt for each chapter, and publishing a chapter every single day for thirty days (with the exception of two days that had art). Signing up for fandom events in the first place!

What I learned from taking risks in my writing is the same thing I learned when I took risks in my art this year. I have a much better appreciation for what I've done when I push myself, I feel better about the end product, and I like it longer. I think it's really good for me to challenge myself creatively.

This year's theme and the story that demonstrates it most?

Oh boy. Um. Therapy! Both Use Your Words and To the Manor Borne had their big HEA moments built around sending Simon and Baz to therapy. I don't think that's likely to change for future fics, either. I feel like therapy as the theme for 2020 seems very fitting. (Also, I think I keep sending the boys to therapy because I'm trying to get myself there…)

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

Just to write what I want to write, have fun, not put any pressure on myself, and to take risks in my writing and my art because it will help me to grow.

#fan fic year in review #my fic #at the top of a tower with you #use your words #a man of letters #to the manor borne

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amisbro · 3 years ago

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Okay last UtaPri thought (for now)

Because I missed the s**t out of all of you Dolce Vita HAS to be announced soon right? Like if you actually think about it the game for After Secret SHOULD be announced next month for the Anniversary right? So when do you actually announce the game that ,we all know about, but Broccoli hasn't mentioned? I had a theory a while ago while sitting on the crapper What if they are planning to release Dolce Vita as originally planned with just STARISH and QN but then HEAVENS got their own game? Make no sense? Watch this If we go through the timeline of events around Dolce Vita right it was originally announced on 6/24/2016 and then it only had STARISH and QUARTET NIGHT which I was fine with because I operated under the assumption that whatever was going to happen after that would be a separate game for HEAVENS so we're good1 THEN 7th Anniversary happened Now this is funny because the 4th season happened at the end of 2016! The reason I found this funny is because if HEAVENS was announced BEFORE Season 4 we would have had a reason for why their stories in that season were handled the way they were but we didn't so the entire season starting with Episode 3 ("Mighty Aura") got weird because of what happened with the writing and it messed EVERYTHING up IMHO, Now the other thing is that during this period Broccoli had originally announced a project to "Sequentially port over the PSP games to the VITA" but then Sony pulled the plug on the VITA so that set that plan back to square one which is why now all the games are on the Switch (Because Nintendo is supporting that thing with like 50 versions at this point). Now the thing is that All Star just happened not that long ago so the thought I have is that we are getting After Secret this year and then HOPEFULLY next year we would get to have Dolce One Issue with this though... When is QN's 10 year Anniversary? I ask this cos it feels like they need to have that celebrated and also we have to figure out what counts as HEAVENS' 10th because ,in my head at least, QUARTET NIGHT is owed a "Tours" thing like STARISH is getting this year and then (you would think) HEAVENS should get one. Problem is that because I don't think anyone can agree on the 10th Anniversary for HEAVENS and QN then that causes issues with marketing (again more on that later today) It's just weird because UtaPri was on such a momentum roll and then a lot of things happened in real life (most we all know about) that kind of stalled things but again they weren't things Broccoli could control I've wondered out loud too What was the actual setlist for 7th stage supposed to be? No for real: Had we gotten all 18 members of the cast on stage when we were supposed to and had nothing happened to any of them (illness or otherwise) what would the setlist had looked like Because alright think about this Do I think that there is a chance this setlist was what it was supposed to be? Yes of course BUT... Do I think that there were songs that MIGHT have been talked about that could have been done had Wingu not gotten sick? Yes I do! You CAN NOT tell me that for two stages in a row that HEAVENS wasn't going to get to do solos had everything worked out...I refuse to believe that because of the fact that Broccoli (you would think) still needs to have the group do well. Then when everything happened that did (nobody's fault either) that threw everything out the window My question is always this Does Broccoli (or someone from King) have the set list from the "Original" 7th stage? I wish someone would get it and show what was on that because I am genuinely curious IF it was the same as it was now or if it had been different One other thing I think about now is this Is Broccoli going to consider still giving HEAVENS their own Stage event or has those plans been scrapped because of schedule conflicts? There are so many questions and like I said later today we are going to "Deep Dive" what the heck happened because there is so much to unpack in the time I have been away and this past April Fools

either. It's like they HAVE some kind of plan but will the fanbase embrace it? That we will have to wait and see Alright now I am done for real but until later today...

#Amisbro #uta no prince sama #theory

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dsmadmin · 4 years ago

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#HelpingoutAFriend

Co written by @DemonHunterDw & @HuntressJo_Rp

Jo - Jo looked around her suite with all boxes to be moved into her new place she wonders if @DemonHunterDW would like to help. When she typed up a text to him* ”Hey Handsome. I was wondering if you were hungry. Maybe you will be want to work up an appetite with me?”

Dean - Dean was still getting used to being in this new world, much different than what he was accustomed too. Jo really was helping with the transition so as he read her text he replied.- "Of course, when and where?

Jo - hearing her textphone tone. She picked up her phone to read and reply to the new Dean who is new to this dimension- ” How about whenever you are free, I'm at the four seasons hotel. Food is included in the deal too?

Dean - Alright. I could eat. So you in a half hour then. Just text me the address.

Jo - A smile came across her face with a little smirk thinking to herself guys and their stomachs~ Always what kind of person would I be if I didn't feed you for all your hard work. ~She typed up her new address to him and send it to him~ I'll see you very soon. Thank you again.

Dean - -Dean drove over to the hotel and got out going up to her room. Knocking on the door.-

Jo - She was boxing up the last of the things. When she taped up the last of the boxes when she heard the door. Putting down the sellotape gun on top of the box to walk towards the door. Looking through the spy hole when she saw him standing. Slowing opening the door to him- ” Hello Dean. Thank you for coming to help me. You are a start for sure. -She smiled at him- please come in, -She opened the door wider for him to enter - How are you doing?”

Dean - Not a fan of confined spaces due to being trapped a few times in his dimension but he went in and put on a smile.- I'm good. So you bought yourself a house huh? That's awesome, where do we start?

Jo - -She brushed his arm with her hand to ease the tension she could see on his face. She wanted to ask but didn't want to prey too deep. Since this was the beginning of their a new relationship. She hopes he was Okay standing here. When she smiled at him before speaking softly to him. ” Yeah, I've been living out of boxes and suitcases for this past year, When I finally managed to build up the courage to move out of my mom house and pub to become a full-time hunter here. Moving my life here in Austin. I'm glad you could help me, Dean. - She shrugs her shoulders looking around everything she had stored up. - Maybe at the boxes if that's okay?

Dean - Her touch was soothing and even though she wasn't Jo from his past, the sincerity and demeanor were the same and he smiled.- I think I can handle that. -Walking over he stacked one box on another and carried it out to the elevator.-

Jo - Jo looked onto him. I king up the boxes. When she followed him with a box too- Thank you for your help. I bet you didn't think you would be helping me like this?

Dean - Shrugs while holding the boxes.- I don't mind, it's nice to have some down time. I'm surprised the fearless leader isn't here himself. -Smiles-

Jo - I guess you aren't used to having some downtime as you call it? The good thing about this world with the company I work for there are always hunters on shift. When the call comes through you just need to be ready to go. What you be interested in working at black waters if I talk to Colt? Unless you want away from this life Dean. - Jo pressed the button to call for an elevator with her Elbow and waited -

Dean - I'm not sure I want involved in all that. I'm used to working alone and I don't take /orders/ well. Let me think about it? So what does Ms Harvelle do for fun anyway?

Jo - Take as much time as you need. No pressure just that we work in teams or just in twos here. No one works alone because I learned that the hard way. It's just an option if you like. ~ A smile curled on the side of her lip~ ”Fun, what's that exactly when you work as a hunter and being a barmaid, and living on the road. She smiled. I've tried to go horse riding once if you want to count that in but that was a massive failure due to work. What about you. What happened back into your world. Did you have a friend called Jo?

Dean - Dean's eyes rested on her and smiled just liking to hear her speak.- Friend? I guess you could call it that. The virus or whatever it was happened though, never got the chance to do much but survive. I'd like to change that kinda of living here though. Spend time with people I care about.

Jo - Her eyes and voice soften listening to him talk to about his world. This had sadness her listening to him talking of his world. ”What do you need Dean. How can I help you? Does this world need to close the rife you came through unless you want to go back to try and look for any other survivors ?” With the elevator arriving Jo held the button open for Dean. I hope you will be able to relax and start to enjoy the world too.

Dean - From what they told me there is no way back. Everyone close to me is dead. I'm not going to hang on anymore. -Walking out he goes to the truck putting the boxes in and then takes the one from her putting it in too.- All things heal with time.

Jo - ”I'm sorry for your loss Dean” she knew deep down she had to key his grief and allowed him to try and move on. That was her last word on the matter when she felt for him for everything he has lost. ”I will be around for you to whatever you need. Maybe an escape and go for a drink? ”

Dean - He turned to look at her.- How about dinner?

Jo - She smiles brightly - I love the sound of that since I owe you. What would you like?

Dean - You don’t/owe/ me anything. -Reaches overruns his fingers through her hair.- Whatever sounds good to you.

Jo - But I want Dean because you are helping me to move into my place. -She faces blushes against his touch - his about you Tell me what you like to eat and i’ll recommend a place?

Dean - -Dean wasn’t hungry not for anything that could be bought. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers.-

Jo - She was taken back for a second when his lips meeting hers. That thought hadn't popped into her head that kissing was on the menu. When she leaned into him and kissed him back.

Dean -Low groan he pulled her small body up against him kissing her deeply. She felt incredible and all he could think about was if she was as wet as he was hard.-

Jo - She felt the hardness build of his torso against her. She hadn't been touch for a while and wanted to explore his body. Her hands running up and down his body. Kissing him a little more. Getting lost in their kiss. Letting out a little moan against his mouth.

Dean - Before he thought he had picked her up and sat her on the tailgate. When he finally pulled back he stared down at her swollen red lips. Heart pounding he searched her eyes then kissed her again -

Jo - She let out a little squeak after being lifted into the back of his truck. She pulled him in close to her wrapping her legs around him. Taking in his scent. Locking her mouth over his. Her fingers exploring his body-

Dean -They were catching stares but Dean didn’t give a shit, the little blonde was all he could think about.-

Jo - The heat that was coming off from him wasn't going to make her stop with the whispers coming from others going past didn't stop her from kissing him. When she deeper her kiss him with her lips becoming more swollen against his-

Dean - He stood there several minutes before he lifted his head.- You taste so good and smell so sweet... I better grab the rest of those boxes or we’ll never get this done...

Jo - She looked at him knowing he was right. when she loosens the grip of her legs around him. She swinging her legs Under the tailgate. After he moved to jump down to put the boxes into the truck. Locking them up safety. Before heading back inside. to catch up with Dean-

Dean - Getting the truck loaded with all her stuff he kept looking at her and couldn’t help but smile.-

Jo - She had made many trips up and down to her suite picking up more boxes with a huge smile on her face with her cheeks becoming a shade of reddish when she couldn't help but look at him, he was like candy to her eyes in one. ”Thank you for today. ”She whispers closely to his ear.

Dean - He lifted her up into the truck seat.- You need water and food. Tell me where so I can get something for us to eat back at your place.

Jo - She smiled at him as she parked herself in the seat. ”Sounds perfect as I'm beginning to feel a little peakish. What about you are you feeling hungry? I've seen there a little sit-in restaurant or takeaway just down from my place called ” Cactus Jack” if you are interested?

Dean - I am and it sounds good. -age leaned in and kissed her nose giving her a huge smile before going around and getting in heading towards the place.-

Jo - She ran her fingers up over his arms with a soft smile appearing on her face. Making sure he kept his eyes on the road. ”What do you fancy having. I could call it in if you want to take it as take out? I do not mind eat in or take out.”

Dean - Up to you darlin’, hot food either way sounds good.

Jo - She gives him a little smile. Before getting her cellphone out her jacket pocket. To looking through her list of numbers to see if she had the restaurant number. When she looked up at him. ” I hope I have a contact number. Hot food what be coming up for sure. I do need to look after you for all your help. Plus our little extra when she cleared her throat to say ”kiss.” Do you regret that? I hope not because you are a great kisser Dean. ” When she looked back finding the number to call ahead with their food and ordering some beers and water to go. Giving her name to be picked up.

Dean - He glanced over as she spoke, he didn’t answer because she was on the phone. But he hadn’t regretted it and he’d let her know soon enough.-

Jo -Her phone called didn't last that long as he hoped he was hungry as she may have over order on the food when she hung up the call. When she glanced over with a cheeky smile at him- ”That the food order. Sound be ready when we get there. Oh, Dean how hungry are you on a scale 1 -10. Ten being starving?” *Jo looked over the dashboard to see where we were before looking back to him*

Dean - Ten. -Reaches over and tugs on a lock of her hair playfully and then make a right heading to the restaurant.-

Jo -She couldn't stop but smile brightly at him. Looking at him being playful. - “I think we could grow your hair and ill dye it for you if you like?” -Teasing him when she had placed her hand on his thigh-

Dean - Laughs.- You like long haired hippies huh? You should have met my brother. Sammy used more shampoo than a chick.

Jo - Shaking her head listening to him- please tell me you are joking about him right? Are you, crazy Dean. Nothing against your brother but I prefer short hair guys that know when to go for a haircut.

Dean - Laughs pulling up in front of the restaurant.- Nope. That dude had metrosexual down to a fine art.

Jo - What that his speciality. Looking after his hair while being at your side Dean?- looking at him before seeing when we're at the restaurant. - Would you want a few beers with your dinner. Since I won't have anything at my new place, Dean? -Undoing her belt and open the door to step out the truck. Making her way around to the driver door. Knocking on the window-

Dean - Up to you, I’m not picky. Puts the window down.- Let me help you.

Jo - That would be amazing if you want to. -opening the door for him to step out- Maybe you can pick out the dessert. Because I kind of forgot to order something sweet for you. -Smiles-

Dean - I’m just happy to eat. Sweets are just extra. -Puts an arm around her waist walking along.- I’m glad we met Jo.

Jo - She beams with his arm around her waist. “ Is that so. You might have not had any dessert in a while. Let us get inside and you can see if there anything you would like.” - She stops at the restaurant door to open the door for them. Since she liked how his hand felt against her waist. Stepping inside slowly. Running her fingertips over his nose-

Dean - -He helped her with the door and as they got inside he smiled as she touched him.- What going on in that head of yours?

Jo - Nothing much except I'm going to enjoy this meal with you. Our first meal together. This could be the first of many things if you like? - she smiles at him biting down on her lower lip waiting on his reply-

Dean - Well Ms Harvelle, -leans down at her ear- when you say it like that I /like/ very much.

Jo - Looking up at him meeting his eyes with a little wiggle of her eyebrows- I'm glad me too. -putting her hands onto his waist- Shall we collect our food and begin?

Dean - Sounds good to me. -Kisses her forehead.-

Jo - His lips felt good against her head. She stopped to look up to him with a Smile. “Let me get the food and we can make tracks to my place. To enjoy your dinner.” She steps away from him to give her name to wait for the food to come out of the kitchen. While she waited Asking about to buy a few six-packs of beer. Sure Ms I just need to check you are over the legal age. She smiles at the waiter “ Certainly. You know how to make me feel young. What a compliment.” “ Looking back to Dean. Picking up her bag with her wallet in it to show her I.D when he saw her FBI badge. “that's okay your Fbi is enough” he said. We have Budweiser, Stella, Miller, Corona or Coors, or Bud ice. She listened and answered, “Wait for a second, please.” She turned to look at Dean.” Dean, What would you prefer?”

Dean -Watching, she was full of life, different than what he felt but he guessed with a time that would improve.- Bud's good.

Jo - She's kept her eyes on him. While waiting him making on his decision on what beer to get. She steps closer to him. Hoping he was okay. Since this might be a little strange for him. Taking her hand to caress his cheek. “Thank you, an excellent choice, she asked him “were you reading my mind? Or just a lucky guess? She smiled at him. “Bud is one of my favourites beers.” She smiled looking up to him, when she moved her eyes away to add on the buds to their order. “How about we get our food and beers and we go to my place”

Dean -It felt odd to be in a civilized place and nothing trying to eat you, her touch soothing he smiled and nodded. Carrying the stuff out to the truck he opened her door and helped her in. Once they got to her new place he began unloading boxes.- Where do you want these? Any particular room?

Jo - *Her eyes had lighted up when they both got to her new place. This was a fresh start for her and hoping this might be something new with him. Maybe this was the start for him too since his world was very different from this world with the little he has talked about. When she picked up the food and beers. Walking into the house. Heading to the kitchen when she stopped.

“ There's a two spare bedroom on the left that I haven't decided what I have I want to do other than making it into a gym.”

She walked with him opening the bedroom door for him.

“Just put those boxes in here and I can unpack them later. I'm going to put the food in the oven and the beers in the fridge and I will come and help you with the

other boxes. “

*She smiled at him. Kisses his cheek before walking to the kitchen to organise the food and beers*

Dean - Alright. -Watching her walk away he continued to unload and put the boxes where she wanted.-

Jo - Jo walked into the kitchen to switch on the oven to place the food in the metal containers to keep warm. And restock the fridge with the beers before walking out to catch up with Dean. When she sees him at the truck carrying some boxes. When she wedges the front door open with a wedge walking out to meet him.

Thank you for all your help.

*She started to pick up two boxes to get the boxes indoors quicker so that they could eat*

Dean - Not a problem. -Stacking them up in the spare room he asked where the bathroom was so he could wash up.-

Jo- Jo smiled lifting the last few boxes into the spare room. She couldn't help but check him out of his build with his large frame before she smiled and spoke to him giving him the directions to the restroom. “That's on the second door on the right, I'll be in the kitchen preparing the food when you are ready. I would say just follow your nose or it's the three-door on the right. ” She blushed softly watching him walking out when she followed him until he was in the restroom when she carried onto the kitchen to wash up and start preparing their dinner from the oven.

Dean - Coming back down he walking into the kitchen and leaned against the counter.- Anything I can do to help?

Jo - *Jo went over to the fridge to pull two beers from the fridge. When he heard him walking in. She turned to look at him*

Welcome back. I think we are almost ready. Since you are here. I've set our dinner on the table. Just over here at the window. If you are ready to eat?

*Taking the lid of his beer before passing it to him*

Dean - Thanks. -Taking the beer he walked over and sat down waiting for her to join him.- I appreciate all this.

Jo - *She followed him carrying their food over to the table* I appreciate you for all your help Dean. What's going on that head of yours? *Sitting down beside him*

Dean - I keep sitting here thinking I'm going to wake up and have to fight off the dead. But I'm glad that's just my brain trying to normalize after everything.

Jo - *She reached over to cup his hand in hers*

Do you know you are safe here now Dean, Don't you? I can't imagine what you have been through but I want to help you too. This world has it's trouble, where we have defenders in this world to stop what happened to your world.

Dean - He looked at her and took a breath nodding.- I know just take a while. I appreciate the help Jo. Things will be okay.

Jo - What can I do to help you, Dean? I hate that you are hurting especially with your life and what you've lived with. I know you will need time and space. If you need anything I have a spare room here if you ever need it.

Dean - I'm okay, it's nice just being here talking to you. -sincere smile- I'm looking forward to hunting, getting back in the saddle.

Jo - Okay, I'm here as a friend too and not just as a hunter Dean. Just tell me what you need and I can get things arranged. My friend Colt and his company have connections to get anyone coming through for papers if you need them?

Dean - Let's eat before the food get's cold? I might need help getting an alias set up. Doubt it would be a good idea saying I'm Dean Winchester when there are multiple of us running around. Help me think up a good alias?

Jo - Okay, Dean sounds like a great idea.

*She glanced down at her food*

This me explain the food. Since I didn't exactly tell you what I order. I just order different items of the menu since I didn't know what you /liked or preferred/ we have chicken enchiladas, tex mex pizza. Chilli wraps, and pulled pork taco with all the dips and sides. Please tuck in Dean. I don't know when you last ate. After you please?

I think you might be right about Dean Winchester I know there's a few in this world. Would you mind changing your alias?

Dean - -Eyes the food.- This is enough to feed an army. -Grins digging in and taking a little of everything.- Smells awesome. Hmm well, I could go by Joe Bob. -Teasing laugh.-

Jo - I didn't want you to be hungry. I hope to have you feeling better and getting settled here. * filling her plate with tacos. Before laughing* you know that sound like a roughneck. I think we can think of something better than that. *Biting into her food*

Dean - Dean devoured a couple tacos and downed a beer. The food was delicious. Go through an apocalypse and you appreciate all the things you took for granted.-

Jo - *She chews on her taco softly. Washing it down with her beer. *

I bet things aren't as much important anymore to what you've seen. Like little dramas or football games. I never was a huge football fan but I care about my family and friends. Oh, I thought of alias for you. What about Hunter Winter.?

Dean - "Hunter Winter"? -Laughs- No offense Jo but that sounds like a romance novel dude. I like Hunter though, it's obvious. -laughing-

Jo - What kind of novels have you been reading Hunter? *She smirks with a grin* I think hunter does suit you for sure Hunter. Now what girlie surname shall we give you. Drillers. Bangers - Giggles-

Dean - Oh you got jokes... -Pulls at a blonde curl teasing her.- How about something simple like.... "Black".

Jo - Maybe just one of two hundred jokes. Maybe one day I’ll let you hear them *She teases back.* don't you think that's boring how about nightshade. You could get some nice glasses too. With a blonde wig if you want? *Laughing taking a swig of beer*

Dean - You suck. Okay, Joanna, we can get you some red lipstick and a tight dress for my arm candy.

Jo - *She leaned over and whispered into his ear before nipples on it* is that a what you like? Maybe that could be arranged. If you are good . Am I get put over your knee with the naughty list with Sunday name /Joanna/.

Dean - He'd totally been joking but the warm breath on his ear had his body responding. He turned and instinctively kissed her.-

Jo - She leans into him kissing him back softly for a min or so before breaking their kiss- Easy their tiger.

Dean - Eyes on hers a moment before he turned away.- Sorry.

Jo - *Composing herself with Her hand Cradle over his thigh* Don't apology I think we were just being a little playful that ended up with that kiss. I just didn't expect it that's all. We are good right? *Her cheeks turned a warm shade of red*

Dean - Her small hand on his thigh made him hot all over. He nods.- Yes, we’re good. -Smiles at her.-

Jo - *Her eyes met his eyes. With a smile on her face. Slowly standing up squeezing his thigh. *Do you want another beer?

Dean - Yeah I would. Thanks.

Jo - *She went over to the fridge picking two more beers. Closing the door behind her. Walking back to dean. Taking her seat.*

How are you enjoying the food?

*She relaxes back into her seat looking back into his eyes. Opening the beers and passes one to him, drinks from the other for herself*

Dean - I love it. Thanks. -Taking a drink he held the bottle looking at the label just thinking.- What do you do for fun? Or are you a work alcoholic?

Jo - She laughed at his word /Fun/ what's that? My life is normally tied up with working, and keeping myself fit. I'm not exactly perfect Dean. I've made a mistake in my life before and I won't do that again. Just look around this is the first place that I will be able to call mine.

Which is a new experience for me. How good are you with your hands? In case I need a good handyman. *She joked* what about you did you have a real home back there?

Dean - I used to be all business too. No home, just my car. Well maybe if you wanted we could go to this place they’ve got a little speedway. Mini race cars. They’ve got mini golf as well.

Jo - How about we make an idea to have fun once and awhile. Looks like you and I both could do with some /Fun/. I don't often make plans since plans often fall through. Sounds like the mini car race is that go-karting you saw. Not sure about the mini-golf isn't that an old person thing *Giggles* but I'm willing to try. Are you good are mini golf?

Dean - Are you calling me old? -Laughs.- I’ve never officially played. When my brother and I were little we’d use red solo cups and put them on the floor of the hotel room. We’d use an old golf ball and this ball ball my father kept around. You know it’s not that easy to get a golf ball to go were you want it with a baseball bat. -Laughs.- But I’m will to try.

Jo - She giggles with her shoulders moving.

“No, I'm not. Aren't you forever Twenty one like me *She jokes. Look I don't see any of us with wrinkles or grey hairs just yet. I think we could try and have some fun. That's cute about you and Sam. Who's had the idea to play Mini cup Golf? I just hope the oldest ones won't show us up with them being good. Sound like we would get you are areal Golf stick to let you try. To see how go your aim is. *She chuckles*

Dean - It was mine. Sam was bored and there wasn’t much to do. Hey I will give it a try. When do you have a day off?

Jo - I'm looking forward to seeing what else you can come up with. I'm free tomorrow if that not too soon. I Was going to unpack but I could work around those boxes for a few days.

Dean - Well it wouldn’t take all day. So you could do both. Well tomorrow it is then. I should go and let you get some rest.

Jo - Okay, sound like a fun day out tomorrow. Do you want to text me tomorrow with a time? only if you are sure. Can I make you up a doggy bag with the leftovers?

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