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wutheringmights · 2 months ago

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Anyone ask for the commentary yet for the latest chapter >:3 *dies*

You’d be the first!

So this chapter is cursed. Let’s talk about that first.

You probably noticed that my writing output has been in the gutter this year. I have not written half as much as I should have. There are two main reasons why. The first is that I finally decided to get off my ass and have a more enriching personal life. This means a lot more of my evenings and weekends have been spent exploring other hobbies or taking weekend trips. I don’t regret any of those, and they have really improved my life overall (but I do write more when I am a sad little shut-in).

The second, more pressing reason was that there was a very important wedding I was the maid of honor for. That means I have spent a lot of my free time this year planning a bachelorette, a bridal shower, and helping with general wedding prep. I honestly was not nearly as busy as an expert maid of honor would have been, but all of this took up so much of my brain space that I was having trouble being creative. Multiple times, I would go to a coffee shop with plans to write, only to spend the entire time stressing about buying a new dress or researching hotels.

I did not realize how stressed I was about this whole thing until literally this week. The wedding is over now, and I am already biting huge chunks into the upcoming chapter. I just have so much more brain space to write. I feel free.

All that’s to say that this chapter was primarily written the month leading up to the wedding, and my head was Not There. I was struggling to figure the chapter out, and that struggle is reflected in the quality of the prose. For that, I apologize, as inevitable as it was.

I won’t make any major revision to this chapter, but I have plans to redo my proof-reading. There is an egregious number of typos in this chapter, more than I consider acceptable for a one person team of me.

(That being said, my typos have gotten worse this past year; ever since AI was integrated into Grammarly and Google Docs, both have been godawful for helping me fix errors. I appreciate how lenient you all have been with my most blatant mistakes.)

Now that all of that is established, let’s talk about this chapter.

This introduction to Proxi is really, really bad. I am frankly a little embarrassed that I went ahead and published it. While I had a vision for the first few scenes of Link trying to help Proxi and Jakucho’s aid afterwards, I didn’t realize until the day of writing that I actually had 0 plans for how Warriors and Proxi’s first conversation would go.

I am not even joking. I have a bunch of plans for their interactions together afterwards (which will appear next chapter). But their first conversation once Proxi started to get better? None.

So what little they talked together here feels like a waste of space. What’s worse, I don’t even know what I would change the dialogue to in order to fix it. My brain is blank. I don’t know. It’ll probably hit me in a few weeks. This is the trouble with publishing what is essentially the first draft of a story. If my initial ideas are solid, it’s great. But when my brain farts, I’m screwed.

That being said, my favorite part of the past section is that first half where Link frets over how to help Proxi, as well as Jakucho’s speech about the fairies disappearing.

I have been trying to subtly establish this era of Hyrule as being one that is shocking devoid of magic; having Jakucho mourn the loss of fairies and what omen that could mean feels like I am ruining things. Nonetheless, I just really like the idea of Jakucho having this small moment of wonder over seeing a fairy, as well as her verbalizing these fears that darker times are ahead.

I think I just enjoy reading about older people having the same anxieties about the world as younger people. It’s more comforting to me than an all-knowing mentor.

So this chapter has a lot of random names splattered all over the place. Me being me, I stole some of the names from other media and such I enjoy. I’ll point out any fun connections as I find them.

So for Proxi’s list of names for Link, there’s two of note. The first is Grimshaw, which is the name of the male lead from Lightlark. Despite how much I talk about Fourth Wing on this blog, Lightlark is the bad book I am truly passionate about.

The second is Wen-li, which is for Yang Wen-li from Legend of the Galactic Heroes. He’s the character of all time for me, and I will go insane if I think about him for too long.

This Proxi section was supposed to go on a little longer, but by the time it came to write it, I was 100% over this chapter. Luckily, next chapter will be a fresh slate and I can finally deliver on all my promises about Proxi’s return.

I cannot emphasize enough how frustrating it is to know that I fucked up an important character’s return. It’s... sigh. C’est la vie. Whatever.

Onto the present day:

So I have a particular problem with the present day section. The last chapter, this chapter, and the one I am writing now are all the same plot point in my outline. I severely underestimated how long the lead up to a Very Important Event was going to be. No doubt, I have probably made similar mistakes before. But I am trying to finish this story, so any time I have to draw out the pacing, I die a little on the inside.

I think I initially planned to just skim over how Warriors got to the castle, but then I realized that this was the politics stuff that is the supposed bread and butter of the story. But the reason why I wanted to skim over everything was (as Legend pointed out) fucking networking.

What’s worse, I got to this chapter and realized that, realistically, Warriors should have to spend at least a few months building up a cult of personality. This should be a (purposeful) multi-chapter arc. I don’t want to do that, so I tried to really emphasize how much Warriors was using his reputation as the hero and legends surrounding it to his advantage. Does it still feel unrealistic? Yeah, but we’re just going to have to cope with it.

Sevas is named for the male lead in Ava Reid’s Juniper & Thorn, which was sitting on my desk when I realized the priest needed a name.

Colonel Remarque is named for Erich Remarque, author of All Quiet On the Western Front. I think I had made a post name-dropping him around the time I got to this character.

Matthew Thorn... again, Thorn is for Reid’s book. Matthew was just the most bland name I could think of.

Vlad Dubarry... so I was watching both Castlevania and Rose of Versailles and took the first and surname from both respectively.

Between the conversation with the priest, the provost office, and Remarque, I was trying to give out a few more details every time to paint a clear picture without boring the reader by reiterating information over and over again. Unfortunately, I still managed to write three pretty boring scenes.

That being said, I think the friction Remarque offered was interesting to write, even if I had to resist pointing out every single plot hole during it.

So everything from the castle to Spirit being poisoned took me the longest to write. I knew it was boring, but I could not figure out a way to make it more exciting without omitting the networking stuff entirely. I didn’t really hit a stride with this chapter until I got to Spirit being poisoned.

The entire time Spirit was being poisoned, I was rubbing my hands together maniacally. I have been searching for a good moment to have a true poisoning in this story and I finally got it.

Also, I think if this chapter was of higher quality, someone out there would have realized that, for purely medical reasons, Hyrule had to technically give Spirit and smooch on the lips. There should be at least two very silly memes about this. But, alas. The quality.

You can tell I ran into the realization that, realistically, the Royal Guard’s structure would be more complex than I have alluded to previously. Very importantly, you can tell I realized that I should have mentioned the King’s Guard sooner if they were really going to be this powerful subsection of the Royal Guard.

I actually like how the idea that the King’s Guard is only super powerful in matters relating to the king, aka: Castle Town, and is pretty insignificant otherwise. The bureaucratic bullshit that must cause feels very real. But you can tell that I have no idea what rank that would make Endicott. I have been bending over backwards to not state that man’s ranking.

That being said, his absence from Warriors’s social circle until now is kinda important. Put a pin in that. It will come back.

Also, Endicott is a name I stole from Over the Garden Wall. I picked it because it sounds like the name of someone important. I picked Roald at randomed.

I am really happy that a lot of you have been enjoying the growing distrust the Chain has for Spirit. Insert rant about how victims have to remain palatable in order to be emphasized with, and how tragic it is that the only person who seems to understand that is the person who traumatized him in the first place.

I feel like I have been fumbling Time’s character a bit, and his conversation at the floor of Spirit’s bed is me finally getting back on track with him. I enjoyed writing that so much, from him trying to fold the scarf to him being upset that no one has learned their lesson yet, all while still not learning a lesson himself.

There was going to be a comment somewhere that Spirit is in such bad shape in part because his lungs are weak from all that smoking he does, but I honestly don’t know if anyone but Spirit would make that connection.

I also need to put Legend and Midna together more. They can be so snarky, and I want them to keep a running commentary of Warriors and Spirit’s bullshit like they are two sports announcers watching a football game.

I first imagined Spirit and Warriors’s conversation taking place on the parapet, and came to the same realization about the ladders that Spirit had. I’m glad I put them by the moat, though. The bit about the smell is probably my favorite bit of prose in the chapter.

I also really like this conversation between Spirit and Warriors. It’s not as insanity inducing as their past bullshit has been, but it hits a few notes. I like Warriors showing off how much he understands Spirit’s abilities (via the jacket), as well as Spirit’s utter disbelief that Warriors is capable of caring for anyone but himself.

I was also trying really hard to put more of their bullshit into subtext. I have a bad habit of having characters just state what they are feeling out loud, so I am trying to write more coded dialogue. It’s never just about a toaster, etc.

Warriors was also having such a night of self-discovery. First he had a little moment to freak out about how much his sincere attempts to help sound like manipulation. Then he realized that he would probably never be fully exonerated from his past. Big night for him.

Being unable to fully fix your past is part of the reason why I buffer against the idea of Warriors having a redemption arc. That implies a certain amount of undoing that is just not possible. I don’t know if I am putting that well. However, I am concerned that I am letting my Catholic upbringing color my perspective.

That being said, if Catholicism was a thing in Hyrule, Warriors would be that and be plagued by Catholic Guilt

He’s Catholic coded.

Irish Catholic, to be specific. There’s a difference.

Anyway, Four. When Four showed up, I was going to have this bit of dialogue where Spirit would allude to knowing about Vio (and therefore, Four) having a relationship with Shadow. It would have been nestled in a larger, coded bit of dialogue where Four would obliquely imply that he was starting to suspect what the Hot Mess is. I cut it because A) Spirit is so socially inept that he cannot do subtly like that, and B) Spirit’s spirit senses would not give him the ability to know about Shadow.

I also did not want to commit to Four figuring it out first, if at all.

I have so many ideas about what Warriors the Symbol means to the people of Castle Town that I will hopefully be able to elaborate on in this upcoming chapter.

Realistically, Hyrule Castle should probably be more like a fortress. But again, I have been watching The Rose of Versailles, and I just really liked the idea of the castle being this symbol of opulence during a time of poor economics. The people are struggling but the nobles are thriving, babes.

Also, Endicott is so much fun to write. He’s like the true antagonistic version of Lincoln. That man was enjoying making Warriors squirm, and I was having a blast writing it. The sexual favors line? I was utterly delighted.

Realistically, Endicott probably could have been replaced with Whitestone. However, Whitestone is still on the front and I don’t regret putting him there to be Wind’s superior during his short stint as a soldier. (Even if I still think I could have cut out Whitestone in favor of giving Impa more to do.)

I also feel bad for killing Meemaw off so suddenly, but I was enchanted by the idea of her name having to be crossed off because the death was that recent.

I also was going to have Endicott spare Warriors for unknown reasons, with the reveal that Ganondorf had been bribing him coming later in the story, However, I was so worried about this seeming too-easy for Warriors that I decided to reveal that detail early.

Okay, King of Hyrule stuff.

I’m trying to play at this idea of Zelda’s reputation not matching her actual role. Earlier in the story, Warriors describes her as a socialite with no political sense, and Zelda derisively thinks that of herself as well. Then that bit about her being the face of the kingdom is supposed to contradict that perception. She can’t just be a socialite if she had been the mouthpiece of the king since she was a child.

There’s supposed to be multiple mistakes going on here: Warriors assuming the worst of Zelda, a sexist perception of Zelda by society as a whole, and Zelda feeling worthless because she knows she’s just a symbol. Not sure if I conveyed any of that well.

Reuenthal’s dementia was caused in part by a stroke, but he also has a condition called prosopometamorphopsia, which is a form of face blindness where faces become distorted the longer you look at them.

Fun fact is that I generally knew that there was some kind of condition that had made Reuenthal isolate from other people, but I did not pick prosopometamorphopsia until I read this article from the New Yorker. I won’t go as far as to say that I wrote an accurate version of the disorder; I definitely played up the emotional distress it causes for dramatic effect. That is probably problematic, so please do not trust this story as a definitive source on it.

This also went unsaid in the story, but I imagine that because every daughter in the royal family is named Zelda, they probably go more by their middle names. I almost named dropped one of her sisters as Zelda Artemis, just to be mean.

The last line “A week later, everything went to hell” is, admittedly, very silly. I had a whole section describing what that meant written, but it seriously sucked. I am in the process of rewriting it now, and it’s already so much better. Plus, now that I have another chapter to hit these plot points, I can explore a more daring version of my original idea. Very excited for it.

That being said, I would 100% cut off that last line and probably improve the chapter by 3%.

And that’s the chapter! Again, I am so sorry that it was such substandard quality. I promise that the next chapter will be better.

In other news, can I get your opinion on something. Ever since polls came out, I have wanted to do a little census poll on how many people know about CTB, read it, or choose to read it. Just to gage how big the actual audience is.

On one hand, I think it would be interesting. On the other, it’s a practice in vanity that is very antithetical to how hard I try to be nonchalant about everything. I don’t know. Let me know what you think.

#bonus fact is that i will make clearer in the next chapter is that Roald is like 10+ years older than Lincoln #he is 10 years older because the alternative was making him the same age and I would have to confront the question as to whether they ever #dated. that answer was not a no. (canon is that they did not date ever)#WOULD HAVE BEEN HILARIOUS THOUGH #me rambling #lu ctb #ask #linked universe #ctb spoilers #fallenleafofmaple #ctb commentary #director's commentary

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serve-corps · 3 months ago

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Haruhi x RICH reader part two

The club confronts the reader and you show that you're dating <3 part one here part 1

Haruhi awoke in her bed, groggy but conscious. blinking away the sleep in her eyes and rolling over to slam her hand (not really, she couldn't afford to break one) on her alarm clock as it wouldn't shut up. that was her school alarm!-

shooting up from her bed in fear, noticing the time, and running to her wardrobe, pulling out her male uniform only for her to walk past a calendar. Saturday-

oh...

she sat down on the bed she just shot up from and left in a mess. there was a weekend of freedom from not only a daunting school but also a very nosey host club.

Haruhi was trying to emotionally build herself up to deal with the prissy prince of the school who will 100% have a meltdown when she goes into detail on how she's now a 'girl kisser'.

a bit like how Tamaki just casually said to the twins, "You're the homosexual supporting cast", that started a whole fiasco last time.

staring into space for a solid five minutes, she thinks of ways she can dodge the question of how the fuck she's going to explain ditching school yesterday because some mystery girl was waiting for her in a very nice-looking car and they sped off.

yay. this'll be fun.

'meh, that's future Me's problem' She shrugged her shoulders as she walked to the kitchen after leaving her bedroom, only for her phone to buzz softly on the table where she left it to charge overnight.

see, she didn't have a socket/power outlet in her bedroom so she resulted in suffering without her phone for the night. how she does it without going insane? I have no clue.

she picked up the buzzing flip phone to see your familiar number flashing on her screen, a smile popped up on her face as she answered extremely quickly.

"hey daffodil!" your voice chimed in over the phone.

"hello (y/n) I'm shocked you're up this early"

"Well, my girlfriend's an early riser! I gotta give her a good morning call!"

"Are you sure that's all?" she said sarcastically as Haruhi rested her phone on the kitchen table/counter and she turned on the stove, preparing to cook herself and her dad some breakfast, bacon, and eggs, simple enough. cracking the eggs into the pan; she noticed how you were silent for a while, not a good sign.

" *sigh* I'm sorry daffodil...but I'm not gonna be able to reach you for this weekend...meetings n shit. not to mention my normal tutoring...I need to keep this up but I'll make it up to you Monday, sweetheart!"

you rambled as you tried apologising for having a busy life that took up most of your free time but Haruhi waited for you to finish your muttered apologies with a soft smile, gazing at her phone.

"no don't worry, I get it. you have a job and a school life, you can't ditch them anymore for me than you have already."

"but I can call in sick!-"

"you will not be doing that." she cut you off, snarkily; making sure you got the memo of you're already balls deep in sick days so it would harm your report card if you had any more.

a little huff came out of Haruhi's side of the phone, letting her know you were pouting and bitching. it made her smile hearing how you were willing to ruin your report for her but she knew it should have never come to that.

suddenly another voice came through your side of the phone which made Haruhi perk up a bit, also hearing some footsteps come from down her hall as well.

"master (y/n), you need to head to your weekend classes. your chauffeur is waiting by the gate."

a snappy sigh left your mouth as you nodded, turning back to your phone and muttering over and over to Haruhi how you're sorry and love her.

"I'm so sorry daffodil, ill message you when I can-"

"you will not be doing that ma'am." the butler's voice interrupted you, knowing you would try to text during class. this made Haruhi let out a small giggle.

"It's okay, strawberry. make sure you actually pay attention and I love you too.-" The call cut off but she took a gamble thinking the butler must have snatched the phone and snapped it shut. rude.

Haruhi snapped her head to the door that opened; showing her stubbled long haired father who looked almost dead.

"morning Dad." just another morning for the Fujioka household.

the weekend went by scarily quickly even though Haruhi wanted it to last an eternity. knowing her fate when she got back to school, the host club was ready to pounce like the predators they were.

she awoke on a Monday this time; to her alarm blaring in her ear, starting her day with either an earache or an attitude.

she shut it off with a stretch only to hear her phone once more in the kitchen but it was the individual notification sound she gave you.

well, there goes the bad attitude, you fixed it even though you didn't even try.

she got up with a bit more spark and ran to her phone, almost running into the door in the process.

she smiled as she walked back into her room after picking up her phone and looking at your message.

"mornib daffodil"

autocorrect is still off she can see. She sent you a gif of the Roblox wave which you read and just replied,

"..."

"don't do that again."

the one time your spelling was perfect was with pure disappointment in your message. She giggled a bit and deleted the gif from her phone entirely and sent a thumbs-up emoji.

she got changed into her dreaded uniform with a smile on her face despite knowing her doom for the day is coming sooner than she hoped. praying to whatever god was out there that her beautiful girlfriend would save her from not only Tamaki-sempai but also the twins and Kyoya's incessant prying.

she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, walking to her school, Ouran Academy while looking at her phone with a small smile as you message other pointless things about your weekend that were just plain stupid but entertaining, bitching about all of your classmates.

just as she was about to close her phone, you sent one final message to the cross dressing girl

"oh yeh dont forget bbg that im coming to your school, just gunna show up for your lunch and after school club muah! wanna see your line of work ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ"

she froze as she read over that message but as she went to protest, you went offline, this wasn't up for negotiation. you were going to make sure her line of work shouldn't make you, her girlfriend; worry.

awe shit.

she went along with her day, avoiding any questions from the twins pestering her,

"Haruhi! you haven't told us who that person was!"

"yeah Haruhi, are they your girlfriend or something?"

she stood up and left as some girls' heads snapped in their direction, mostly Haruhi's clients. She bolted out of there not without giving the twins a solid glair or two before slamming the door behind her anyway.

this was now a class free of host club members. she let out a sigh of relief only for her world to brighten a bit more when her phone lit up, she flipped it open to see you sent a picture of chocolate covered strawberries and with a message underneath,

"all for you! <3"

some heads turned at the sound of something falling, it was just Haruhi's head slamming into the table, she received weird looks but all she thought about was her stomach and how great her girlfriend is.

It was better they saw the weirdness and not the goofy smile and red face because god, she was never like this in school before. She regrets opening her phone as the little things get her the most.

the class commenced as the teacher walked in and told everyone to take their seats, her mind was elsewhere however, absentmindedly looking out the window, excited and scoping out her girlfriend's car as lunch was after this.

"Fujioka, as you are so relaxed in my lesson, Where is the world's largest waterfall, located?" the teacher said with such snark, wholeheartedly believing a commoner wouldn't know such information on geography.

being the fucking scholar she is, she didn't even look at the teacher and just said clearly, "Angel Falls is located in Venezuela's Bolívar State, in the Guiana Highlands, on the Churún River, 160 miles southeast of Ciudad Bolívar."

despite not looking at the teacher, this pissed them off more. "Fujioka, do you want a lunch detention for attitude?" the growl was evident in their voice.

"not really sensei, I apologise for my rudeness." she stood up and bowed, exaggerating to please the teacher, students were covering their mouths trying to not laugh at the teacher for being shown up and being completely in the wrong while some others were fantasizing about Haruhi.

the teacher growled and reluctantly continued with the lesson. an hour flew by and the bell went signalling lunch, however, when everyone was packing up their stuff, Haruhi bolted out as she had pre-packed up all of her things and just grabbed her bag and ran.

she 'jogged' past students in the hallway to the front of the dining hall, seeing someone in a cap and sunglasses and all black baggy clothes, a hoodie and sweat pants, hair all hidden in the cap.

100% had to be her. She ran a bit quicker only to tackle them and they stumbled a bit, only for them to wrap their arms around Haruhi and swing them around a bit in a hug.

Haruhi grabbed their hands and pushed them towards a free seat where she normally sits.

she sat you down and looked at you expectantly and just...kept staring at you. you leaned backward as she kept staring, feeling like she was judging you, only for it to click a second later that she wanted those chocolate strawberries!

you handed her a medium-sized box full of delicious treats and she beamed, almost as much as she did with the 'fancy tuna' you gave her. the host club watched from afar in surprise as Haruhi was swindled by something sweet for once. Tamaki was crying as he saw his little girl with supposedly her girlfriend.

however, most girls were glaring at the mysterious stranger who barged into their school, stealing their Haruhi.

jokes on then, she's yours.

Haruhi was barely as involved in any conversations with clients or the club compared to the conversation you two were having, she was actually laughing and smiling, acting as though she was a child with her closest friend.

someone in a butler uniform walked up to the two of you, catching all the onlookers off guard and the butler placed two dishes in front of you both, you bowed multiple times to the butler and handed them some money for the food, you didn't ask for it so it was out of kindness.

you handed your girlfriend a pair of chopsticks and gave her one of the plates, chatting while eating. not very polite I know.

soon enough, the lunch bell rang, and people were either glaring at you or observing you the entire time. that included the host club.

the rest of the lessons for the day flew by as Haruhi was in a more pleasant mood than before, seeing her girlfriend after two days of not seeing her. The entire school noticed at least.

the final bell rang for the day, letting everyone know it was either time to pack their shit and go home or it was time to head to their clubs and leave the teachers alone. she packed up slowly, knowing that her girlfriend would be here soon, another date probably, that's what you always surprise her with.

she walked to the host club with a calm pace, walking through the doors unnoticed by the club members and started on making some instant coffee.

her 'cover' was blown when a customer requested Haruhi and so she sat down on one of the chairs, offering a coffee to the girl. the members only just then noticed Haruhi's presents.

Tamaki started bombarding her about who was that beastly stranger who interrupted his time as the host's father which made Haruhi wince and wait until all clients were cared for and satisfied.

that took another half an hour until it was just the hosts in the room. the room felt suffocating to the girl however she condemned herself to stay silent.

"Anything I say can and will be used in the court of law against me." she crossed her arms and leaned back, solidly not going to say jack-shit.

the hosts shared a glance then all snapped their necks to kyoya, giving him either a sharp nod or a glair, perhaps both. the black haired boy with glasses sighed as he pushed up his said glasses with his pen.

"Haruhi. we'll lower your debt by half."

"my girlfriend." she said with no hesitation what-so-ever.

the hosts all shouted in unison, minus kyoya and Mori.

"WHHHAAATTTTT??"

Haruhi just shrugged; looking at kyoya solidly without blinking. he sighed and seemingly drew a line in his book and if crossing something out, writing a different number underneath.

the hosts start bombarding her with questions such as, When did you get a girlfriend?' 'where did you meet?' 'who is she?' and a 'WHO DARES TAKE MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER FROM ME!?" we all know who said that.

just as she was about to answer them all, her phone let out a notification. your notification. She perked up and grabbed her phone quickly and flipped it open, seeing your message.

just as she was about to read it, Tamaki snatched it from her hands. "DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S RUDE TO IGNORE PEOPLE?!" he whinged as he dangled the phone out of her reach, almost teasing her for her height.

"stop it Tamaki sempai! That's her!" Haruhi raised her voice in annoyance, she wanted to see what you wanted.

Mori snatched the phone out of Tamaki's hands and was about to hand it back to the girl who was shouting for once, shocking all in the room, including kyoya for she's always been calm-headed. however, just as he was about to hand it to her, he read the message. pausing for a minute.

"hey daffodilllllll imma find ur club and show up okay? wat room u in??"

he flicked his eyes at Haruhi who was glaring and smirked at her, the nickname daffodil suited her. a very pretty yellow flower.

he typed back a response on her phone, making Haruhi fume as she never thought a guy such as Mori could be so disrespectful but I guess even angles can mock people.

he handed her phone back to her and she snatched it from him, "I'm in the third music room, ask around for directions"

she looked at the phone in worry, damn, if she shows up then you'll try to pay for her debt up front or worse, become a host or something. she bit her nail in worry as she heard knocking on the door.

honey opened the door with his cutesy smile and said to the girl outside, "I'm sorry miss! But the host club is closed now!" the girl chuckled and patted the boy's head.

"Don't worry cutie, I'm not here for the host club."

Haruhi shot out of her seat at that voice, that quick?

"daffodil...." the girl's voice came out eerie as she squeezed past the short 18 year old.

"Honey, let her in, this is the girl that Haruhi likes." mori said plainly as Haruhi's cheeks pinkened a little at the casual tone.

"(y/n) (l/n). seventeen years of age, the owner of her own private extremely wealthy business that is still as flourishing as it's beginning. has school on the weekends and often leaves Japan for business trips. originally from (your country) and known as the self-made genius billionaire." kyoya debriefed everyone in the room about the girl who just entered, only for his face to contort into a smug grin while staring at you dead in the eyes, as if it was a threat.

you looked him up and down nonchalantly and squinted.

"kyoya Ootori. the youngest of the Ootori siblings so seen as practically worthless. you try desperately to prove yourself to your father only for it to be a fruitless attempt as you will always amount to nothing. the youngest Ootori is known to use and objectify everything around him, some refer to him as a narcissist or just a manipulator. even though he's known to keep his guard around his family and his supposed closest friend. Tamaki Suo. oh, you're family is known for owning a police force, working in health and social care-

how's that buttercup?"

you said sassily as kyoya dropped his pen, not before snapping it in anger. you smirked and walked up to our girlfriend, grabbing her hand and twirling her.

kyoya scowled and looked away, you put him in a cramped box there, he wasn't expecting you to do your research on the club members.

honey was a dream to talk to, he kept calling you and 'Haru-Chan' cute while this tall stoic man with black hair you later learned was Mori who messaged you in Haruhi's place.

soon enough, the blonde in the room couldn't keep it contained anymore, he was pissed about how Haruhi was taken, he wanted this wrapped up and sorted out asap.

he stormed over to the two of you, looking at you while grabbing your shoulders aggressively; shaking you backward and forward multiple times, almost trying to be mean.

"HOW DARE YOU DATE MY HARUHI?!" all you did was annoyingly look to the side and roll your eyes, Haruhi just sweat dropped, much like the other host members. this somehow irked Tamaki even more so he turned serious. he wasn't happy about this dating business.

"Are you sure you want to date someone as deceptive as Haruhi?!" this perked your interest, your eyes snapping to meet his, he smirked at this while Haruhi's mood turned sour very quickly, she looked at you and all you did was look at her.

"HE is actually a SHE! how could you date a woman?!"

the entire room went silent at this, your face looking like one of horror while everyone else in the room was shocked, mori was slightly disgusted with Tamaki but Haruhi...oh Haruhi....she was pissed as could be. if you listened closely you could hear her teeth grinding and almost a growl leave her throat.

Tamaki let go of your shoulders, seeing as you were shocked enough, your breath started hitching, making Haruhi concerned as well as Honey and Kaoru. this was really getting to you so it seemed. kyoya however, closed his little death note and crossed his arms, intently watching your lips tremble.

your lips quivered, trying not to turn, your breathing coming out of your nose in puffs. you bit your lip, turning slightly to the side and screwing your eyes shut. your lips gradually pulled into a grin as you tried to suppress it.

you covered your mouth, trying to hide your grin as you started wheezing slightly, masking it for crying but in all reality, you leaned over, trying to not be noticed for laughing. kyoya smiled however and picked his book back up and continued writing in his book.

'(y/n) (l/n). also a very renowned actor. fooled even me.' written in his handwriting.

Haruhi caught on and let out a relieved sigh that you didn't ruin your makeup with your fake crying, and started smiling with you.

you walked towards her in a limp and used her shoulder as a balance, uncovering your mouth, letting your laugh bellow out of your mouth.

you could hear a pin drop in the room if it wasn't for your laughter which echoed around the walls. you wiped a 'tear' from your eye and stood up straight, still slightly giggling. you coughed to fix your voice and quickly kissed Haruhi's lips, it shocked her but she kissed back. you turned to the shocked blonde and glared with menace.

"you think I would care?" you walked slowly towards Tamaki, in a threatening way, he felt scared almost. as though you were about to beat him up, looking around for help at the other host members, they were either looking at him disappointingly or looking away. Haruhi was just giving him a hard, stern glare.

"I've known Haruhi from middle school. we started DATING in middle school. before she got her hair cut. if you were listening to my answers to the questions thrown my way and not interrupted, we could have slipped this. but what you just did was wrong. really. fucking. wrong." you growled out as you got closer. finally backing off from him while he had crocodile tears in his eyes.

Hikaru and Kaoru spoke up for once, "Yeah boss. You just tried to get her to break up with Haruhi. That's something not even we would do." they said in their normal teasing voice.

"I'm not sharing my cake with you anymore..." Honey said quietly, turning away.

In a flash, Tamaki was on his knees; bowing to Haruhi screaming his apologies over and over.

the club ended with you accepting his apology but not talking to him, most host club members were a bit off-put but spoke to him as well. Haruhi still held a grudge but that was perfectly fine.

you grabbed her hand and strode out the door with her in tow.

"where are we going?" asked Haruhi who was perplexed, trying to catch up to you.

"your house? I brought some gifts for your birthday!"

"WHAT? But you already had two piled sent to my door?!" she shouted, annoyed but grateful, trying to not accept any more.

"yeah well, that was when I 'wasn't' around. now I am!"

all you heard was a sigh in response, one of admittance and just going with the flow. you grinned and drove her home.

leaving the host club with a polite bow, them smiling at you as you left.

"I approve! They're so cute!" shouted Honey, Mori just nodded along with him while the twins chimed in, "Us too! She's actually pretty nice!", "weirdly enough we thought Haruhi was gunna date someone equally as weird as her but eh"

kyoya spoke up, "She could massively aid the host club with more funding than any of us could. she could also eradicate us just as easily"

Tamaki froze in shock, his smile almost falling straight off of his face. but it got worse,

"she could have easily paid off Haruhi's debt with the snap of her fingers, it'd be like chucking a penny into the street for her."

Tamaki fell to his knee's, again, it got worse when the twins tuned in once more,

"our guess is that she wanted to see what friends we were to Haruhi, and if she should stay in this school or something" the twins shrugged their shoulders, but knowingly adding fuel to the flame of Tamaki's shame.

as you opened the door of the car for Haruhi to go in first, all you heard across the campus was a girlish voice scream,

"I'M SORRRYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" both you and Haruhi looked at each other, and you snickered as she burst into laughter.

you drove back holding hands and just casually watched a film at her place, you could tell she was worried about this because as soon as the stress of the whole ordeal left her body, her head was nodding off to the side and she'd shake herself awake again.

you grabbed her waist and pulled her to you, not even a second after you did, she fell asleep on your shoulder. the movie was still playing as background noise, you stroked her hair and a ghost of a smile appeared on her face.

"you've got a good set of friends love... I'm glad...." you kissed the side of her head and mumbled, "I love you so much..." as you slowly drifted off to sleep yourself.

AND THAT'S A WRAP.

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johnny-slaughter-me · 1 year ago

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— “ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭. ” | Leland McKinney x Gender-Neutral Reader.

Headcanons. My take on a fluffy alphabet with Leland because he isn't getting enough love and fanfics.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is sfw.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

- A. Activities, how they spend their time with and without their s/o.

Leland spends a lot of his time with his wrestling passion. You always show up to his games and cheer him on. He likes hanging out with you after practices or games, even if its just giving you a ride home. Most likely goes to the same university and will always sit next to you during classes. Whenever there's extra free time for the both of you such as weekends he likes to spend the whole day with you, sometimes he takes you out or hanging with mutual friends, exploring nature or just chilling at home- as long as it's with you Leland is a happy man.

- B. Beauty, what do they find pretty about themselves and their s/o.

Leland focused more on your personality and how it works so well with his, but he thinks your beauty radiates from the inside out, he finds you attractive and isn't afraid to let you know on a daily basis how beautiful you are and how lucky he is. He'd find your eyes to just be so gorgeous in particular. He also loves your nose and will always poke at it with his if he gets a chance. What he likes about himself most from his physical appearance is the way he stands tall and confident. He feels like his posture just gives him an aura that he very much enjoys.

- C. Comfort, how would they comfort his s/o.

Leland will hold you next to him. He is also a great listener- so good he might just give old man Drayton aka Cook a run for his ears. He usually just lets you rumble and spit out whatever it is that's bothering you, and reassuring you through holding you tight. He only comments if he feels like its genuinely going to benefit you or if you need verbal confirmation from him.

- D. Dream, how do they picture their future with their s/o.

Leland only dates people he is genuinely interested in, and if the relationship works he will definitely dream of marriage and a white picket fence.

- E. Equal, how much effort do they put in the relationship compared to their s/o.

Leland will put in a lot of his time and emotion into the relationship, and he'd expect for you to do the same. Whilest its never a solid fifty fifty, if both of you are in love and work for this love to keep on flourishing it's fair game in his eyes.

- F. Fight, how are fights between them and their s/o.

Fights are definitely a part of love and you and Leland have had those before and will have them in the future. As long as you both know when to take a step back, a deep breath and resolve it before you go to sleep, the impact of fights aren't just a negative one.

- G. Gratitude, how grateful are they for their s/o and the things their s/o is doing for them?

Leland is very grateful for you, and he feels special and lucky to be with you. He also has no problem saying it to you randomly but he truly wants you to know that he loves you.

- H. Honestly, are they honest and open with their s/o? Do they have any secrets?

Leland is a very honest person, he rarely keeps secrets or is untruthful to people in general. Maybe some childhood trauma or fears took a bit of time for him before he shared them with you but he never kept anything hidden from you.

- I. Inspiration, has their s/o inspired them and vice versa.

Leland adores you, he draws little inspiration from you whenever you hang out, you make him dream of a future and want to keep playing this game called life. You on the other hand truly admire Leland, from how soft and gentle he can be to the hero who fights the bad down even at the cost of his life if it puts others at safety. He is selfless and strong, yet caring and genuine. You feel inspired by him every day.

- J. Jealousy, how jealous are they.

Leland isn't that much of a jealous person, he trust you wholeheartedly and fully. But sometimes he does experience a bit of jealousy if for example someone is hitting on you and not letting you go, or if you go on a girls trip for a few day and the jealousy is laced with loneliness and how he misses you. Nothing too crazy but he is still a boy at the end of the day.

- K. Kiss, are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like.

Leland doesn't have much experience, his kisses are passionate and genuine. The first kiss was after a romantic date, at the step of your door, as he walked you back home. It was a quick kiss yet the boy has blushed for three days after it, he picks up on it fairly quickly though and his skill increases throughout the relationship.

- L. Love confession, how do they confess to their s/o.

He would at first leave you little notes hinting that he likes you, but would eventually work up the courage to ask you on a date and confess his feelings over the dinner.

- M. Marriage, do they wanna get married? What would the marriage be like?

Leland strikes me as a white picket fence guy. Just the time he is from and the setting. He'd definitely want to get married, he dreams of finding his person and giving his life to them while they share their life with him as well. He also values family and whilst he would love a family of his own he would respect his s/o's perspective of it and values and together live in a way that they both are happy in.

- N. Nicknames, what do they call their s/o and vice versa.

Leland calls you doll, pretty, little one, hun/honey, baby or babe. You usually call him pretty boy, hun/honey, sweetie or cutie/cutie pie.

- O. On cloud 9, what are they like when they are in love.

Leland is so high on love, at first he gets nervous and blushy near his crush and tries to impress them at any opportunity. After its official he just does a lot of acts of service, flirting and caring for his s/o. He also pays attention to your love language and try to reciprocate it to you.

- P. PDA, how are they with their s/o infront of others.

Leland is not shy to tell the world your his and how lucky he is to have you. He usually is near you if not having an arm wrapped around you or holding hands with you. He doesn't mind kissing and hugging/cuddling you in public but if you are uncomfortable he will do his best to keeps his hands to himself.

- Q. Quirk, a random ability they have that benefits the relationship.

You always feel safe around Leland because you know he would never harm or hurt you but will protect and defend you at all costs from others if they are harassing you.

- R. Romance, how romantic are they? Is it creative or cliché.

Leland is very romantic, he enjoys doing things as a couple and loves gifting you flowers or driving you around. When he sees you cheering him on in his wrestling matches he feels the butterflies of love in his stomach. He does a lot of cliché things but sometimes gets creative with date nights.

- S. Support, are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in their s/o?

Leland is your biggest fan, he wants you to succeed and will do his best to help you. He will cheer you on and won't let you give up.

- T. Thrill, do they need new things to spice up the relationship or do they prefer a routine.

While he isn't opposed to new adventures, with his busy schedule Leland falls into more of a routine guy. You guys have your scheduled weekly date nights and sees you almost daily when your schedules allow so but still following an every day routine.

- U. Understanding, how understanding are they of their s/o. Are they empathetic?

Leland is very understanding and empathetic. He listens to you and always tries to help you resolve whatever issues you have regardless if its with him or others. He really cares for you and about you and is there for you when you need him.

- V. Value, how important is this relationship to them.

This relationship is very important to him, he wouldn't have had poured his soul into loving you if he didn't value you individually and with him. You are his world, his moon, his sun, and his stars.

- W. Wild card, a random fluff headcanon.

Leland likes when you to cook a home made meal together. He usually is the sous chef and follows your lead but the process of making a meal together and then sharing it just feels so fulfilling to him.

- X. Xoxo, are they very affectionate, do they love kisses and cuddles.

Leland loves kisses, hugs, cuddles and touch in general. Even him wrapping his hand around you or holding hands makes him feel loved and safe.

- Y. Yearning, how are they when they miss their s/o.

He sees you almost everyday so when you or him have to go for a few days without seeing one another his mood drops a bit but he will phone you every night and talk to you for hours and hours which helps him deal with his feelings.

- Z. Zeal, are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship, and how so.

Yes yes yes. Leland dreams of you and him together, and he will do whatever he can to keep you by his side.

#Cherry Writes 🍒#Leland McKinney #Leland McKinney x Reader #Leland McKinney X GN Reader

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arazialotis · 1 year ago

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Get Him to the Con - Part 6

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 7600

Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings: Language, Mutual Pining, A very mild jalapeno pepper in the beginning

Although this is an RPF, it is a character I created and should not reflect back IRL. I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as coping skill. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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Sunlight filtered into the room through sheer curtains blowing in the gentle breeze. Birds chirped outside, greeting the day with a chorus of melodies. A peaceful sigh brushed the back of your neck. An arm wrapped around you, holding you close to the solid form behind you. A hand bordered on the edge of your shirt that must have ridden up during the night. Another grazed the back of your bare thigh, and another pressed hard against your ass. A soft moan escaped past your lips as you pressed further into it. You would have been content to stay here forever. Wait! Your eyes shot wide open. That was one too many hands.

You jolted from bed, now fully awake. Jensen grumbled but rolled over to the other side, not ready yet to face the day. Thankfully, it gave you enough time to get your shit together. Where were your pajama bottoms? You were a notorious chronic stripper. Always starting the night off with too many layers because you were cold, but as you started to warm up, thus commenced the unconscious removal of layers. It didn’t help that Jensen was hot. Like, temperature-wise. The guy was a fucking furnace. You weren’t concerned last night about it because you thought you’d be too anxious to sleep at all. Turns out you were so very wrong. Hopefully, he hadn’t noticed.

Jensen sniffed, and the sheets rustled as he turned onto his back. The bedding became tented near the area you had believed was his third hand. Change of plans. You abandoned looking for your missing pajamas and opted for jeans and a sweatshirt. After a quick trip to the bathroom, you left on a mission to find breakfast and coffee, sure Jensen would appreciate the privacy to tackle the obvious, albeit impressive, situation on his own.

The town was bigger than Lebanon, but not by much. At least it was walkable. The downtown had one restaurant but didn’t open until eleven. Traffic was busy on the main stretch of the road, filled with trucks, semis, and livestock trailers. Tires squelched through puddles and mud. Across the way, loud mariachi music called travelers to a pop-up tent where there was a line of hungry patrons waiting. An intoxicating aroma of spices broke through the smell of cattle. You eagerly went to join the queue.

Forty minutes of walking, waiting in line, and waiting for food seemed like an appropriate amount of time to give Jensen. On the way back, to Anthony’s credit, you did peek into one of the empty rooms, which was completely stripped of wallpaper, carpet, and wood paneling. The furniture was pushed to one corner and covered with a plastic tarp. You knocked on your motel door. Jensen answered, having changed into black jeans and a Family Business t-shirt tie-dyed with bleach. His hair looked so soft, still free of product. It was the most unkempt you’d seen him, yet you craved to see more of his natural state. How he would appear on a lazy Saturday morning with no one to impress.

It was another morning with more uncertainty of how to start the day, of what to say, of what to address. Both of you stood there frozen in time, staring at each other. Though the storm had broke last night, a new one began to brew in the spaces between. There was a need to feel clouds clash against each other, to feel the shake of thunder, to watch lightning flash in each other’s eyes. It wasn’t only you who felt the flush of heat; Jensen’s cheeks visibly reddened, lost in the memory of a dream, wishing it had been reality. At any moment, the clouds would break, and the floodgates would release. Thankfully, you had the perfect solution.

“Breakfast burrito?” You held up the heavy paper bag as a barrier between the two of you. “I didn’t know what kind you would want, so I got one of each. There’s eggs and potatoes, eggs and chorizo, veggies…”

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Jensen had taken the entire leg of the journey yesterday, so you insisted on starting the drive today. You rushed through, getting ready and eating breakfast, eager to leave the creepy motel behind. There was a minor traffic jam on 36, but it lasted only twenty minutes, and you were flying down the road once more.

Jensen finished his last sip of coffee. “Didn’t we listen to Led Zeppelin all of Thursday?”

You gasped. “This is Greta Van Fleet, you uncultured swine.”

It took him a second, but he got there. “Did you just insult me with a line from Toy Story?”

“It’s a good line.” You defended, “Why reinvent the wheel?”

“Uncultured,” He scoffed. “I’m not the one listening to a cheap knock-off.”

You continued the playful banter. “You sound exactly like all those cake-eaters on Reddit whose only knowledge of musical theory stemmed from listening to Entry of the Gladiators too many times at clown school. I enjoy it so I’m going to listen to it. Fuck the pretentious haters.”

Jensen chuckled silently, shaking his shoulders. “You’ve been holding that in for a while.”

You nodded your confirmation.

“Entry of the Gladiators?” He asked for clarification.

You used a series of “da da das” to sound out the melody of the iconic circus theme music.

“Ah, of course,” He recognized it not even halfway into the first stanza. “Who wouldn’t know that had a title other than ‘circus music?’ Clown school,” He chuckled again. “I’m going have to steal that line for future use.”

“It’s going to cost ya.” You warned.

“What’s the price?” He questioned.

You took your eyes off the road, studying his face. His finger was brushing against his lower lip as if offering them up freely as compensation. A wave of anticipation coursed throughout your body, landing in your toes. As you leaned closer, testing if he would meet you, you chickened out instead and adjusted the volume before focusing back on the road.

“The price is your admission that this is actually a decent song and that you’re somewhat intrigued.” You settled.

Jensen had not yet pulled away from leaning in. “Oh, I’m intrigued, alright.” He admitted but was talking about an entirely unrelated matter.

It was not even two hours once you hit the Colorado border, but this entire trip had felt like a lifetime of trying to reach an unknown destination that was finally in sight. The wooden sign read ‘Welcome to Colorful Colorado.’ The car slowed to a stop on the road’s shoulder.

“Come on,” Jensen complained. “We’ve already taken a hundred pictures this trip.”

But you were already halfway out of the car, bounding into the tall grass and wildflowers to get closer to the sign. “We’ve taken three!”

“Be careful!” He warned. “You’re going to get bit by a rattlesnake or infested with ticks.”

“Well then, you better come over here and protect me. I'm sure a big, strong Texan such as yourself ain't afraid of no rattlesnake."

The grass swished against his calves as he came closer.

“As for the ticks,” You continued, bravery rising up. “We’ll have to turn on some country music and see what Brad Paisley advises for those.”

He raised his arm above his head, leaned against the wooden post, and looked down at you. The intensity of his gaze normally would have made you turn and run or, at the very least, create a distraction to diffuse the tension. Instead, you stepped closer, a whisper away from him. The sun shone through the gap between.

Gravel and tires met as another car slowed, pulling off the road behind yours. Three girls piled out of the car, laughing and squealing at each other. Fuck. You stepped away from him.

“Hey,” One of the girls called. “We’ll take your photo if you take ours!”

“So it begins,” Jensen mumbled under his breath.

You didn’t understand why until they stepped closer. You raised your hand to shield the sun from your eyes. One girl was dressed in a plaid flannel shirt over a black tank, the anti-possession tattooed on their chest, one in a shirt that had the side profile of the Impala that read ‘The Winchester Brothers’ like it was an advertisement, the third’s shirt was just Jensen’s face everywhere in the style of a 90’s album cover.

The shock of realization crossed their faces slowly and then all at once.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” One repeated over and over while simultaneously hitting her friend’s shoulder.

The one subject to the abuse just stood there, mouth hanging open as if her brain was having trouble computing the reality of the event. The third gulped, wide-eyed, and turned a hundred and eighty degrees walking back to the car.

You snickered and whispered to Jensen, “Fight, flight, freeze.”

He snorted but then recomposed himself, calling over to them. “Y’all don’t happen to be traveling to Denver for a certain convention now, are ya?”

“Oh my god,” The fighter repeated again. “I told you it was going to be worth it.” She pulled the fleeing friend by her collar back to the group. “I told you!” She then directed to Jensen, “We’re huge fans of the show.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled as if the shirts didn't give it away.

The frozen one thawed. “Were you in Lebanon, like literally yesterday!?!”

“Sure was.” He said. “Did you see my note?”

Two of them squealed while the other said, “We must have been like an hour or two behind you.”

“Well, we are all here now. Should we get a picture or something?” He suggested.

“Oh my gosh! Yes, Please!” The one in the Impala shirt gushed.

You offered to take the photo, and as you were receiving instructions, one of them asked you, “So, are you like his… cousin? Assistant?”

Jensen was yacking it up with the other two girls. You looked him up and down, not sure what to define it as. Caught somewhere in between. Wondering if it would cement into something more. But then it hit you. This road trip was almost over. You were leaving him by the end of the day. You’d go back to your life and he to his. Who knew the next time you’d be able to see each other, let alone work on a relationship? If that’s even what he wanted. Was it what you wanted? Honestly, the guy might be looking for a quick fling. Again, was that something you wanted? Jensen felt your gaze and met it; his lips pressed together. Your brain spun from overthinking.

“Friends,” You sputtered out. “We’re just friends.”

Relief radiated from the girl, but you were more focused on Jensen, wondering if that sigh was a hint of disappointment. But god dammit! If he wanted something more, he was going to have to be the one to bring it up! Several pictures later of the group and singles, Jensen realized he needed to take control of the situation, or he’d never leave.

“Alright, alright.” He attempted to settle them. “I didn’t do my hair today, but one of those has to be decent, and there’s a dinner I gotta catch tonight.” He looked at his watch to sell that he was running behind.

They thanked him profusely, trying to draw out the moment as much as possible.

“Actually, can you get one real quick of me and… my friend… before we head out.” He asked.

Oooh. Was that as intentionally backhanded as it felt?

“Get over here.” He impatiently waved you over. “Wait, actually, do you have your phone? I think I left mine in the car.”

You nodded and handed it over to one of the girls, knowing fully well that his phone was in his back pocket; he just had the common sense not to hand his phone over to random fans. (Unless he was very drunk per your first encounter). Although you had been the initial one to want a photo, now that you had an audience, you didn’t know how to act. One of the girls had her phone out as well, possibly recording the interaction. You stood next to his side with your body angled towards him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. The girl with your phone counted down before snapping a pic.

“No, no, no.” Jensen complained and reset. “This feels too photo op-y.” He adjusted his jeans as he squatted down. “Hop up.”

“What? Jensen!” You protested.

“Don’t ‘What, Jensen’ me.” He argued. “You did it yesterday, and it was cute, and I’d like a picture.” He tried to encourage you with the wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t get all shy on me now. One way or another, I’m getting you in the air for a picture, whether willingly or over the shoulder with just your ass in the frame, which I wouldn’t complain….”

“Fine, fine.” You chuckled as you gave in to his demand.

His knees popped as he lifted you quickly, and you bounced in the air.

“Gentle,” You scolded. “I’m not paying for your knee replacement surgery.”

“Smart ass.” He bit his lower lip and pinched the underside of your thigh.

You shrieked with laughter, and Jensen turned to look up at you.

“Oh, that is adorable.” The girl called, taking a few candid shots.

“Just friends?” Another mumbled though the two of you were not privy to the conversation.

The third agreed. “How much you wanna bet he’s going to make an announcement tomorrow he’s off the market?”

“I’m not betting on a hand already lost.”

After several more moments of thanks and prolonging the experience, you finally made to part ways. You and Jensen sat in the rental. As you waited for the girls to take off, Jensen saying something about not wanting to be followed the whole way to Denver, you played with the filters on the photos and sent the best ones to Jensen. He then added the one of him next to the sign in Lebanon to Instagram. Later as he was driving down the freeway, you read the whole thing: If there was one word to describe this year so far, that word would be unexpected. The start was unexpectedly filled with chaos and turmoil, as most of you know, though maybe I should have seen it coming. But these last few months have taught me unexpected isn’t always a bad thing. It can come in the form of unexpected kindness from strangers, unexpected friendships, unexpected journeys, unexpected mysteries, and unexpected healing. All of which has led me spontaneously and unexpectedly back home. Oh, home, let me come home.

Though he had driven all of yesterday and you only had a couple of hours in today, he insisted on seeing you through to Denver. Though he teased you over your deplorable and sometimes downright terrifying driving, you thought it was really because he wanted to reinforce the driver picks the music rule. (You weren’t ‘that’ bad of a driver). It was sole stubbornness that kept him from admitting he liked Greta Van Fleet or confusing them for Zeppelin in the first place. Instead, he went for an indie playlist of his featuring bands like Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros, The Flaming Lips, and Beach House.

The drive continued ever onward, and though Colorado did have some rolling hills, the bare wasteland and fields you had become accustomed to over the past few days drew you to the brink of insanity.

“Hey, Jensen.” You said.

“Yeah?”

“Clouds or Mountains?”

He thought on it for a second. “Clouds.”

Sure enough, he was right.

A half-hour, he prompted you. “Hey, Y/N.”

You only humphed a response.

“Clouds or mountains?”

“Clouds,” you grumbled.

A few minutes later and a new shape emerged on the horizon.

He asked again, “Clouds or mountains.”

You whined again. “Clouds.” And sighed a deep sigh before quoting, “I want to see mountains again. Mountains Gandalf! And then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book.”

Jensen chuckled. “I always forget how big of a nerd you are. We should watch those movies together sometime.”

“Yeah, we should!” You concurred. “We can marathon them and have a hobbit day where we follow the meal schedule and everything. Breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, luncheon….” You listed off. “Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon,” You impersonated a few more quotes. “Malt beer, ripe meat of the bone.”

His stomach grumbled. “Ah, man, I'm hungry just thinking about it.”

“How?” You giggled. “You had three breakfast burritos.”

“Two and a half.” He defended.

“Hold on,” You said before unclicking your seatbelt and shuffling to the back. “What do you want?”

His tongue flashed over his bottom lip. After his dreams last night, you were the only snack he was concerned with. God, how he wished he had a few more days. Perhaps canceling on the con so you could keep driving wouldn’t be such a bad idea. You could just keep heading to Vancouver. He’d make it to set on time. Most likely. Okay, if he was able to have his way with you two days late, but it would be so worth it. You reoriented yourself in the front with your stash. “Goldfish, Pringles, and we still have a few pretzels.”

He was going to make his move tonight. He didn’t want to wait any longer. He was ready to take things to the next step. He was glad to have you as a friend, but he wanted more. From the moment you slid in next to him all those months ago at the brewery, he knew he was a fucking goner. Sure, at that time, he was as drunk as Jimmy Buffet in Margaritaville, but that instinct hadn’t lied to him. It held and only grew. It had taken him these past months and this road trip to build up this decision, to finally have the courage to act on it. He just wasn’t quite sure how to initiate it yet.

“Hey,” You called him from his thoughts. “You gotta help me with these. I really only want to take the granola and trail mix up with me to Estes Park.”

His heart immediately sank. Maybe he didn’t understand or hear you right. “Estes Park?”

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I actually got an unbelievable deal at the Stanley Hotel. You know, Stephen King’s inspiration for The Shining. Like such a good deal, the ghosts may be luring me there. So I may call you in a panic tonight and probably should get some salt on the way up. Oh man, how awesome would it be if you and Jared stayed there and made a little ghost hunter special? But I figured you’d be busy with the con all weekend, and we wouldn’t get to see each other much anyways, so I might as well make the most of being out in Colorado and hike the Rockies while I’m out here.” You rambled.

“Right.” His heart stayed in his stomach, remembering your early conversation about what you told your friends, not realizing it was a partial truth to them. “Cause how else are you going to have your meet-cute with some handsome lumberjack unless you trip over his fallen log?”

He meant it as a joke, but disappointment twisted inside you. So the kiss had been a fluke, and this morning was just a natural reaction. He wasn’t interested. It made sense. More so than what you had thought.

“Exactly.” You said.

Friends. You thought. Just friends, he thought, and his cheeks flushed. Simultaneously, you both swallowed a lump in your throat. The ride from there on was quiet. There was an obvious tension in the air. Not like the storm waiting to break as was before. No, this was more like when your grandfather brought up politics on Thanksgiving. At least you had other rooms to escape to then.

You played on your phone a bit, tried, and failed to read. The motion of the car and focusing on the stationary words was too much for your brain to process. Jensen seemed lost in thought. Like he wanted to say something but never was able to work it out. Maybe if you could tell him how you were feeling. Just let it all out. That you didn’t know how much longer you could handle the ‘just friends’ thing. It was pretty easy when thousands of miles separated you, but being so close together, it was near impossible to deny your emotions. At any moment, they could explode out of you. But you didn’t want to risk it. Didn’t want to make a mistake and lose him altogether.

“Hey, Y/N?” Jensen pulled you from your thoughts.

“Yeah?” You responded hopeful.

“Clouds or mountains?”

It was not what you wanted to hear, but at least some of the tension had lifted. You squinted and took in the hazy purple shape in the distance. After a few moments of analysis, your eyes widened. You softly and repeatedly slapped his shoulder in excitement.

“That’s a fucking mountain bitch!” You squealed in delight.

He laughed boisterously.

“We made it!” You proclaimed.

Jensen slipped into a British accent in an attempt to impersonate David Attenborough. But it came out more gentler, more breathy, and a higher pitch than his usual deep voice.

“After years of endless searching, the pair of travelers laid eyes upon their destination. The high peaks of the mountains are a stark contrast to the flat sea of plains they had battled tirelessly through.”

You melted, and a high whine sounded in the back of your throat. Jensen glanced at you and bit his lower lip as you quickly recomposed yourself. It was such a sweet and delicate noise. He wanted more.

“Little did they realize, the end of the great migration is only the beginning. The female will depart from the male to venture further into the hills, gathering resources for the nest. All the while, the male will be left defenseless against hoards of a terrifying new threat. Fangirls. If either of them survives the next perilous chapter, it will be nothing short of a miracle.”

He was unsuccessful at coaxing another whimper from you, but your giggle was just as pleasurable.

“Oh my god,” You chastised him with a chuckle. “You’ll be fine. You secretly feed off the praise and attention even though you act like a complete grump.”

“And what about you?” He asked. “I know you packed an entire walk-in closet, but do you have bear spray?”

“Bear spray?” You furrowed your brow.

He rolled his eyes at your lack of unpreparedness. “What about water? Do you have a camel pack?”

“I’m sure my water bottle will be just fine.”

He scoffed. “First aid? Gauze if you get a cut or need to make a splint?”

“Jensen,” You stopped him. “I’m going on popular trails part of the National Parks Service. If I run into any trouble, I’m sure there will be plenty of people around to help. If not a handsome lumberjack, perhaps a park ranger.” You added for the spite of it.

He clenched his jaw, trying his hardest to ignore the jab. “No, we are stopping at an Arc’teryx or, or Patagonia or something. Make sure you have all you need.”

Was he panicking? “Jensen,” You said his name again, hoping to ground him. “I have everything I need. I’ll be fine. I’ve hiked before. There lot’s of places back home.”

“But this is, like, the actual mountains.” He continued to argue. “Wild terrain, no cell service, bears, cougars…”

Your laugh cut him off. “I think you should be more worried about cougars this weekend than me.”

"This is serious, Y/N." He groaned.

"I'll be fine. I promise." You affirmed.

"Will you…" He started. He didn't want to be overbearing, and he knew you were fiercely capable and independent, but anxiety was getting the best of him. "Will you just text in the morning and when you make it back, so I know you're okay?"

"I'm sure you'll hardly be able to check your phone, but yes, I'll text you." You agreed.

"And take lots of pictures, so I can live vicariously through you." He added.

“Deal!”

The last leg of the journey remained quiet and calm, Jensen’s indie playlist providing a soft ambiance, even as the skyline grew heavier with angular earth jutting into the heavens. Even as Denver grew from a speck reflection of sunlight to a concrete jungle, neither of you could think of what to say. Your gold necklace glinted in the side view mirror, and the orange sun streaked across your face.

You had arranged with a rental company to come meet you at the hotel where the convention was taking place. That way, Jensen would still have a car, though you figured he may have a driver for the event itself. For the first time in this journey, an active map with actual directions had been pulled up to navigate the way through the city. Though now you were wishing you had encouraged his earlier plan to keep heading west. As the minutes counted down to arrival, your hearts grew evermore tender knowing soon they’d be parted.

Jensen pulled into a roundabout, a fountain in its center flowing into a garden of roses, through the archway leading to the hotel entrance. He put the car in park, but the engine ran idle. Both of you stared directly ahead, not quite believing the trip where time stood still was finally over.

An intrusive vibrating buzzed into the quiet. You looked down at your phone, notifying you the pick-up was here, as a black Malibu drove under the awning next to you.

“That’s my ride.” You said defeated.

Jensen nodded, and as the trunk behind you popped open, his door creaked as he exited the vehicle. You studied the lines in your hands as they lay in your lap, wondering if they held any insight into your fortune. If you could read them, perhaps they could guide you forward. But all you could do was sit with that same feeling as the morning you first left him. The trunk next to you slammed shut, signaling it was time to go. You scrambled out of the car but froze, facing Jensen, trying to discern the look on his face, not knowing it mirrored yours.

“Well…” He bumped his fists together. “This is it.”

“Yeah.” You agreed.

“Be safe.”

You let out a half-hearted laugh. “You too.”

Jensen pounced. It happened so fast your brain couldn’t process it until it had already happened. His lips worked hard against yours as you met his claiming pace. One hand wrapped around your waist, pressing you against his hard frame. The other wound around the back of your neck, leaving no room for escape. Your fists clenched the fabric of his shirt with such strength at any moment, it could tear. Gravity had no hold here as it felt like you were floating far above the atmosphere. Harsh clashes drew out into savoring breaths, and when you finally pulled apart, you found you were out of air entirely.

You looked up at him, your noses nearly grazing.

Ask me to stay, your eyes pleaded.

Please, stay. His heart begged.

Someone nearby cleared their throat, and you took a step back, color flooding your cheeks. Yet, still, there were no words to say to each other.

The Enterprise driver rolled down their window. “Lady, I got a schedule to run.”

“Right, of course,” You snapped back to reality as time and gravity came rushing back with an oppressive force.

Jensen rubbed his lower lip as if waking up trying to remember a dream.

“Thank you?” It came out as a question.

You didn’t know what you were thanking him for. The kiss, driving, paying for the hotels, maybe everything. Had you ever thanked someone after they kissed you? More people were around the entrance now; some under the awning, some looking through the glass windows of the lobby, and more than one had their phones out. Your chest began to tighten, and your vision blurred. Your mind grew evermore blank the harder you fished for something else to say.

His brow creased, and he tilted his head slightly. “You’re welcome?”

A high voice called his name, followed by another, and then a tank of a man came barreling over, mumbling to Jensen the need to check his phone more frequently. That he wasn’t about to have another Nashville on his hands. Without another word, you got into the car and drove away. Jensen’s eyes stayed fixed on you until the car was out of view.

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The view on the way to Estes Park should have been stunning, breathtaking, and spectacular, but you were two-for-two. Two-for-two on leaving Jensen at a hotel and crying on your way to your next destination. And it was stupid. You shouldn’t be crying. You should be elated. It probably had something to do with tuning into a radio station playing that dreaded Neil Diamond song you couldn’t seem to escape.

He kissed you. Like, kissed you, kissed you. There was no mistaking it this time. Yet, he didn’t ask you to stay. He didn’t say anything. You knew what you wanted at this point. You wanted him. You wanted to try and make some sort of relationship work despite the distance, despite his status, despite everything. But you were going to leave it in his hands. He had to decide what he wanted and then fucking communicate it to you. With actual words, though, the lips had been enjoyable.

You chewed on your thumb, thinking things over. Maybe you should turn around and head back. Give him an opportunity to actually say what he was thinking. But then again, he was going to be so busy this weekend that you wouldn’t have time with him anyways. No. You were staying the course. You were a brave, independent woman and didn’t need to be hung up about some guy. When you booked this trip, you wanted to see ghosts at The Stanley and you wanted to see the mountains. So by god, that was what you were going to do. If he had anything to say, he could come find you.

The Stanley was impressive, to say the least. It had a glamor to it, feeling as if it stood still in a bygone era. The ghost tour was fun and spooky, and you even managed to catch an orb on camera, despite the rule, ‘no videos allowed.’ Though it felt lonely. You kept thinking of quick remarks to say to Jensen or feeling the same chill down your spine or how he’d undoubtedly say your orb was just a spec of dust yet secretly keep a box of salt close by that night.

Sleep was impossible. It wasn’t the scratching on walls or the footsteps above, even though you were on the top floor, or the swinging chandelier. It was the fact that he hadn’t called or texted. And yes, despite your horrible cell reception on the road trip here, you did, in fact, pay for cellular service. And it seemed to working just fine as you reconnected with friends and family ensuring them you arrived to Colorado in one piece.

You don’t kiss someone like that and not follow up! You buried your head under a pillow. You also don’t kiss someone like that and thank them. What had you been thinking? You weren’t thinking that was the problem. Possibly even had a panic attack given by the growing crowd. No wonder he hadn’t called you. What was he supposed to think? You tried to rationalize the thought process. You had shown gratitude towards the action, thus indicating you appreciated the gesture. But even you didn’t buy that.

An icy caress crept up your spine, sending shivers throughout your body, and you reached your breaking point.

You shot straight up. “Can’t you tell I am being haunted enough by my own idiocy!” Perhaps it was your own imagination, but the creaking floorboards seemed to settle, and warmth flooded back. “Thank you!”

You laid back down and pulled your phone out, staring at his number, the photos being the last thing you sent. You had to put a feeler out there.

‘Thanks again for an amazing trip! If you’re looking for a buddy on your next road trip, let me know. And don’t worry, the ghosts here are all bark, though I can’t say the same for those in room 217.’

You slammed your phone on the one-night stand and prayed sleep would find you.

Morning came quickly, too quickly. Your alarm cheerfully chimed you awake though you did not meet it with the same attitude. After hitting snooze twice, you regretted your decision to wake up early and beat the crowds. The sheets crinkled as you reached over, searching for Jensen, only to remember he wasn’t there. The realization was enough to get you moving instead of what you really wanted, opting for a lazy morning in bed with him.

Though it had been a struggle to pry yourself free from the bed, it had been the right call. Prime parking was still available at the head of the trail, which was starting to fill in even at this ungodly hour. The trail up to the Sky Pond was going to be a long one but worth it, or so you kept telling yourself. You double-checked your supplies, ensuring you had enough water, food, and a compass. To Jensen’s credit, you probably could have been more prepared, but you also didn’t want to be weighed down. You snapped a few pictures of the map at the start of the trail, just in case. It would all be fine.

Two hours into the hike and you had convinced yourself you made the right call. The landscape and views were astonishingly serene. There was peace and euphoria blowing like wind through branches, rushing like rapids of a river, sweetly singing like birds in the breeze, gasping like the lack of air in your lungs, dripping like the sweat on your brow. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but you just needed a second wind. It would be worth it, you repeated. And you were only thinking about Jensen every 500 feet or so. Progress. You had already passed Alberta Falls, and it had been spectacular. There was something healing about the sound of water. There was more to come, and it would be worth it, repeating the mantra of the day.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, so too did the heat of the day. Conserving water throughout the hike was essential, but staying hydrated was just as important. You guzzled down another few sips. As you rounded a bend, you hesitated, seeing the ascent. The backpack bearing weight on your shoulders grew heavier, and you adjusted the straps. Your breaths deepened, and a few crude words muttered from your lips as you prepared for the climb. If Nesta could do it, so could you.

Your legs shook as you started, already weary from the elevation gain. You wondered what it would be like at the convention right now. Would you be hanging out with Jensen? Meeting his friends and coworkers? Or would you just be milling about, waiting for the day to be over? Probably the latter. He had asked you to text in the morning, but he hadn’t even responded to your message last night. He was probably too busy with the day. Or just as confused about the kiss as you. The first time it happened, you didn’t talk about it, so why would now be any different? Whatever the situation, you bet if you were still in Denver, it would include air conditioning, less sweat, and the opportunity to read. But you could read at the lake and cool your feet off. If you ever got there. The mental games were becoming as big of a hurdle as the physical limits.

You were too in your head that when you hit the next rock, your foot missed it entirely. Landing on the step below, your foot slipped out from under you, and you came crashing down on your hip with a big thud.

“Fuck!” You cursed and then hissed through your teeth.

“Woah!” A voice called in the distance, and the sound of heavy boots beat against the rocky steps. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

You braced yourself to get up and were met with a helping hand. The green pants and khaki shirt were a dead giveaway for a park ranger. He was tall and broad with dark brown curls and soft whiskey eyes. His skin was darkened from days in the sun. And unlike you, he was barely breaking a sweat.

“Yeah.” You winced as he helped pull you up. “Wasn’t watching my step.”

“At least you can stand.” He said, “But let’s take a look anyways.” He crouched down beside you. “A few scrapes and you’ll definitely have a bruise. Can you twist your ankle?” You did as he instructed. “Bend the knee.”

You looked down as he tenderly applied pressure to certain areas. You confirmed the scrapes from the few bright red streaks traveling down your calve and brushed at the dirt that ran your whole length.

“All looks to be in working order.” He assessed, brushed off his hands, and started digging through his pack. “I have acetaminophen.”

“That would be wonderful, thank you.” You gladly accepted it and washed it down with water.

“Here.” He took his water bottle and ran it down your leg, clearing the cuts of debris. “You’ll want to clean that better once you’re finished for the day, but you should be fine until then. Where are you hiking up to?” He asked.

“Sky pond.”

“Ah, me too, actually.” He took his hat off to fan himself and ran his hand through his bouncy curls. “Someone has been messing with the trail cams up there, and I gotta reset them. Mind if I join you?” Maybe it was because you pursed your lips, he quickly added. “If not, I’ll hang back for a while and create some distance. It’s so peaceful out here I wouldn’t want to ruin…”

“No. It’s cool, we can hike together. Though I’m probably slower than you’re used to.” You said.

“Oh, I love a leisurely pace. So much to take in. Maybe even catch sight of the bear I keep hearing about.”

“Bears?” You raised your brows. “Yeah, you can definitely stick around.”

As you hiked onward, you learned a little about each other. Where each other were from, family, careers, hobbies. He moved out from Maine recently, but being stationed in the Rockies had always been a dream of his. The ascent finally leveled out a bit, and you were able to catch your breath.

“You have a partner back home?” He asked.

You chuckled.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… complicated.” You explained.

“Hold that thought.” He said. “There’s an excellent view back here most people don’t know about.”

He started in through the woods.

“So much for staying on the trail rule.”

He looked back and winked. “Perks of traveling with a ranger.”

“Definitely not impersonating one and preying on single hikers.” You teased but also voiced the concern in the back of your mind.

“And disgrace the badge? Never.” He smiled.

“I do have bear spray.” You lied and gripped your shoulder straps tighter.

“Well, I’m glad I came across you. I left mine down at the station. If we did come across B 712 I was going to yell real loud and hope for the best.” He teased back.

Despite the warning bell in your head, you continued onward, following him further from the main path. The forest cleared to a rocky cliffside overlooking a massive gorge carved from the very glacier this trail was named after. It made you feel so insignificantly small and at the very top of the world all at the same time.

“Wow.” Was all that came to your mind.

“Ah, don’t get too close to the ledge now.” His arm went in front of you like a mother who braked in the car too hard. “If you slip here, well…” He peered over the steep ledge.

You took out your phone and scanned the area with the lens. “Pictures never do it justice.” You said disappointed.

“I never get sick of the view.” He stated. “You should come back when the colors change, it looks like the valley is on fire. Sorry, you were saying earlier?”

“Right. Yeah, no…” You were flustered, wondering how much to share. “It’s just I really like this guy, and I think he likes me too, most of the time anyway. But I don’t know what he wants. And I don’t want to get hurt. So I’m kinda stuck in this pining phase, and I don’t know how to get out of it until he’s ready. I’m not making sense.”

“Hmm.” He pondered. “I mean, I’ve known you for twenty minutes I can say with certainty he likes you back.”

You rolled your eyes at the pass. “No, it's different. He’s like a big deal. Like a big fish in the ocean, and I’m a trout in a pond.”

“First of all,” He stopped you. “I hate that analogy with a passion. Second, If you’ve put him on a pedestal and he’s reinforced that in any way or hasn’t corrected that, he is not worth the time of day. No matter where you are in your walk of life, comparing yourself to other people never ends well. And using that comparison to deflate your own worthiness or happiness is going to lead to a self-fulling prophecy of missed opportunity.”

Wow, that was deep and stung a little. “Are you really a park ranger or a psychologist?” You teased.

“I listen to a lot of Brene Brown podcasts.” He admitted. “What, it gets lonely hiking up here all the time; gotta do something to keep the mind busy. You said he likes you; what makes you think that?”

“Shall I lay on this bolder while you connect this back to my relationship with my mother?” You gestured to the rock next to you.

“Fine, fine.” He retreated. “I have a knack for wanting to fix things; car engines, relationships, trail cams. Let me say this, and now that I’ve creeped you out enough, I’ll let you hike in peace, but you said you don’t know what he wants, but have you asked him?”

“Well… I…” You stuttered. “I’m waiting for him.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Because that’s what you do. The guy asks the girl. He makes the moves.”

He scoffed. “I guess that’s fine. I didn’t take you as being so old-fashioned.”

“I’m not old-fashioned.” You scoffed back.

He raised his hands in surrender. “It’s not a bad thing if that's what you want.”

“No, it’s just… this is in his court. It’s his move.” How could you explain the situation without giving it away?

“Two-for-two with the horrible analogies.” He pushed.

Oh, he was getting on your nerves. “He’s an actor! Okay! Like a somewhat recognizable one. And I’m just,” You gestured to yourself. “A nobody, covered in dirt.”

“Oooh. So it is the pedestal thing. Man, I’m good!” He leaned against a pine and crossed his arms smugly. “The way I see it, if you like him, and he’s given you all the signals back, you need to get over your own insecurities and open up a channel of communication, or you're going to be stuck in that small pond forever.”

Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. “How?” You whispered.

“Simple. Tell him how you feel and ask him the same, ask him what he wants.” He suggested.

“And what if, what if he doesn’t want what I want? What if I lose him altogether?”

“It’s a risk, but do you really want to be trailing behind him forever? Putting your whole life on hold while you wait for him to catch up?” He pushed. “‘Sides, you know where I’m stationed, and I’ll make my intentions clear from the beginning.”

You squinted your eyes at him. “What’s your name?”

His grin widened, showing off his canines. “Why, you going to report me, sweetheart?”

“No.” You stamped your foot. “You are obviously entitled to a raise. I bet you find all the single hikers and help them with their existential crises.”

“It keeps me busy.” He bit his bottom lip. “The name’s Dean. You?”

You scoffed. Of course, it was. “Y/N. I think I’ll let you continue on your own from here.”

“I understand. I came on too heavy.” He sighed. “Should’ve stuck to the surface-level topics.”

“No, it’s not that.” You said. “It’s just I’m heading in the opposite direction now.”

You weren’t going to wait to keep hashing it out with him. A new determination had sparked. The branches snapped underneath your feet as you started the way back to the main trail. You wondered how fast you could run down a mountain.

“Hey, take it easy,” Dean called after you. “I don’t want to come back on the trail tonight to find you twisted an ankle on the way down. Where are you off to so fast anyways? Really taking those words to heart.”

“Denver.” You shouted back. “There’s a con I gotta get to.”

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Continue to Part 7 Here!

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tothevines · 9 days ago

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sooooooo I am now officially writing a jam fic (lmao) and I said to Holly earlier how maybe posting jam fic is what I need to break the seal and start posting my other fic. because I have two fics that are both like...a week's worth of solid daily editing away from being postable. (maybe two weeks. lol.)

so I've just been thinking about why I never do it...why don't I just buckle down and do the editing and post them. and obviously there is the mental hurdle of baring my soul and letting other people read something I've written, which I don't really do anymore. I used to have such thick skin--I've survived some incredibly toxic writing workshops (including one in which the fucking professor was the most toxic person in the workshop). I could handle People with Opinions About My Writing...but I don't know that I can anymore. and fanfiction is honestly a whole different beast. it's baring my soul in such a different way, one where I could easily Do It Wrong (e.g. with characterization), and that's terrifying.

but also...I'm realizing that part of the issue is that I simply have too many hobbies lmao. every evening/weekend, I'm faced with free time and I get overwhelmed because there are so many things i could do with it: work on my fic! work on my non-fanfic writing! catch up on my shows! read a book! play any of the six video games that I've only played half of! embroider! cross-stitch! make gifs! go for a hike! learn that new skill I've been wanting to learn (lately it's visible mending)! watch a two-hour video essay about an influencer I've never heard of! repot that aloe that's gotten too big for its container! deep clean my bathroom! (cleaning counts as a hobby okay 😤)

but ANYWAY...there are so many choices. I just like a lot of stuff. but often I end up doing none of these and feeling like absolute shit because I've wasted hours doomscrolling when I could have been doing something fulfilling (but that's a whole separate issue...).

but this week I haven't had any proper free time because I just moved. so every day has just been: get home from work > unpack boxes > eat dinner > unpack more boxes > go to bed. but my brain is rotating the blorbos like rotisserie chickens the entire time, and I really want to write, but I just don't have the time for it.

but then I get irritated with myself because - why am I acting like being busy is the reason I'm not writing? I don't write nearly as often as I'd like to, even when I do have the time for it. so why do I avoid it when I DO actually have the time???

and I think I just have so many hobbies that I will use them as an excuse to not write. if I'm always doing something else (or avoiding doing anything via doomscrolling), I can't write, so I can't ever post my fic, and I won't open myself up to criticism or being perceived.

I've felt so ashamed about not finishing/posting my fic for years at this point, but sitting here at work and word-vomiting all these thoughts into tumblr dot com actually feels like I'm having a little breakthrough about it. I don't know that having said breakthrough will actually make me change my behavior, but it's a good place to start!!!

it's really helpful for me to understand that I don't shy away from writing because I Am Bad and A Fraud but rather because all my other hobbies are so much less emotionally fraught--I don't have a bunch of fear and anxiety around all my other little activities like I do with writing. (not to mention how I have based a large part of my identity on ~being a writer~ for so much of my life and how hard THAT can make writing. for reasons that I cannot get into now but I'm sure y'all get it).

but anyway. I don't have a real conclusion here besides that I hope working this out will help me spend more time on writing and less time using my other interests to avoid writing. and maybe I will be able to tell when I want to do something because I actually have the desire to do it versus when I want to do something because it seems easier/less emotionally complicated than writing.

also maybe working on rpf is helpful because I don't know if I would ever post it anyway, so it's lower stakes??? if I do end up finishing a jam fic before I finish either of my queliot fics that will be so fucking funny though💀

#just kiki things #writing #fanfiction #if you read this whole thing I'm sorry and thank you for coming to my therapy session

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thethirdromana · 1 year ago

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My journey is all mapped out: a two-week Dracula tour of Europe

A fun fact about me is that I enjoy planning holidays that I have no intention of taking. So, if I had two free weeks and more money than I actually do, here's the Dracula-inspired journey around Europe that I might consider.

(Spoilers under the cut)

Days 1-3: Whitby

This is the opportunity to visit all the key Dracula locations, from a coastal walk to Robin Hood's Bay to gazing out over the village and the sea from Mina and Lucy's favourite spot in the graveyard of St Mary's.

In non-Dracula things, Whitby Goth Weekend happens twice a year in April and October. I recommend the Magpie Café for fish and chips.

Day 4: travel to London

Most of the long train journeys in this plan are delightful overnight sleeper services that will make you feel like you're right there with Jonathan and Mina rattling across Europe. Unfortunately, the journey from Whitby to London is not one of them.

Services are infrequent and the journey takes a solid 5 hours. But the start, where you go very very slowly through the beautiful North York Moors, isn't too bad.

Days 5-7: London

There's a whole heap of things to see in London on a theme by either Dracula or Bram Stoker:

The Lyceum Theatre, where Bram Stoker worked for 27 years

The various houses that Bram Stoker lived in

Golders Green Crematorium, where Bram Stoker's ashes can be visited by appointment

Assorted Dracula settings, such as those the Harkers visited on their London day trip

I'd also suggest a visit to Highgate Cemetery, which may have been part of the inspiration for Lucy's tomb (pop in on Karl Marx and Douglas Adams while you're there), and the British Library for general literary joy.

Exeter is a 2.5 hour train journey from London, so you could also go there, either overnight or for a speedy day-trip, if you're a completist. But personally I'd skip it and spend the time going to see the Lion King at the Lyceum or a Shakespeare play at the Globe instead.

Day 8: Paris

The characters in Dracula take a number of different routes to get across Europe, but I've gone with the route that the Crew of Light take as they go to hunt Dracula down in his home.

That means following the Man in Seat 61 guide for travelling from London to Romania by train, taking an early Eurostar to get yourself to Paris. You'll only have a few hours in Paris before the evening sleeper train, but it should be enough to visit Père Lachaise Cemetery, where Oscar Wilde is buried.

Day 9: Vienna

You'll arrive in Vienna around 10am, then have the day to spend there until another evening train. Personally, I'd spend the time visiting the Hofburg Palace and Sisi Museum; Empress Elisabeth (Sisi) of Austria was famous in the late 19th century and her tragic life story feels fitting for a Dracula tour.

Yes, this plan involves fast trains crossing multiple European countries without much of a breather. Just like they do in Dracula :)

Day 10: Cluj-Napoca

Note: I've visited all the other destinations in this guide, but never been to Romania, though I'd really like to go to Cluj in particular. So from this point on, this is based on googling, not first-hand knowledge.

Cluj, referred to by the German name of Klausenburg in Dracula, is the unofficial capital of Transylvania. Your sleeper train from Vienna should get there around 8.20am, in time to hop on a tram to the Old Town's cluster of breakfast places. I've been told that Cluj is a lively, student-y city with great nightlife and festivals.

Days 11-14: Romania

Time to explore Romania! At this point there's a decision to make. On the one hand, there's strict adherence to the settings of Dracula, in which case you'll want to head to Bistrița, or maybe even extend your journey on to Varna or Galați.

On the other hand, you could go more on vibes. In which case, hire a car to drive through the remoter parts of Transylvania, then turn south to Bran Castle, which has very little actual connection to Dracula but certainly looks the part.

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In the unlikely event that anyone actually does this journey off the back of this post, please let me know how it goes. I'd be so thrilled to hear about it!

#dracula daily #dracula daily spoilers

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 2: Miss Wednesday

Despite the Luncheon, the day was going by fast. Too fast, as far as you were concerned. There was still a lot to be done and not enough hours to get it done in. This normally wouldn't bother you, but you were expected back home this evening to get into the details of your weekend plans. It wasn't going to be a good look if you were later than usual.

A worse look if you were too late to even say anything at all.

You tried not to let your thoughts distract you, and focused on your tasks, buckling down to plow through what you could. You got a couple of people to help, and you even snapped Buggy into work mode when he returned from the lunch itself.

Unfortunately, you realized you were too focused on your work when you bounded out of Buggy's office and slammed right into a brick wall.

One made of flesh.

Wearing a very expensive tailored silk suit.

The impact of running into something far more solid than yourself resulted in you falling back on your butt, the papers in your hands scattering. You could hear Buggy's high-pitched gasp and had a terrible sinking feeling before you even managed to look up.

Slicked back midnight black hair, deep set amber gold eyes, and the heavy scent of cigar smoke entered into your senses as Crocodile leaned down, offering his ring encrusted hand. It wasn't that you didn't think you were worthy of taking the hand of the Owner of the Company, so much as you were terrified that you had literally crashed into a Warlord.

"Ohmygod, I am so sorry, Sir." You manage, looking away from his hand and scrambling to collect up the papers that you had dropped. Buggy was already by your side, helping you gather them up.

"It's quite alright. Are you hurt?" It was the first time you'd heard his voice, and you could feel your face heating up.

"Y-yes, ah, I mean, no I'm not hurt." You finish gathering up the last page, thinking quietly that the most injured part of you at the moment was your pride. Standing up with assistance from your boss you bow deeply. "Again, I'm so sorry Sir Crocodile."

"Do be careful going forward, Miss. I have no desire to see my employees injure themselves." He replies with the same even tone he had used earlier.

"Yes of course," you manage a reply, though it's a little strained, and then bow once more before excusing yourself.

Your hopes of staying focused on your work went out the window quite soundly. The sweet scent of citrus and warm desert sand kept distracting you. The smooth rumble of his voice, and even temperament kept worming into your ears. You had been so certain that you had obliterated your silly crush over Sir Crocodile that it was almost aggravating to find yourself admiring him again.

The rest of the day you very gently opened doors and made sure to listen and peek around corners. You didn't run into Mr. Crocodile again, and with some help from Alvida you managed to get your work done within a decent amount of time. It was only an hour later than usual by the time you made your way back home.

04:56 You: Good morning, I can't stay on and talk much right now, there's an event at work I need to be in early for. Looking forward to talking to you tonight!

06:02 Him: Much anticipated.

14:32 [System Message: 60 days have transpired. Please note that the automatic system censoring has been lifted. Users 905965 and 421328 have unrestricted chat access. Congratulations!]

17:36 Him: It seems we are free to make plans for this weekend.

17:56 Him: Given your earlier excitement, I'll assume you have been held up at work.

18:45 You: Sorry, yes, I was held up at work.

18:46 You: I'll be a little slow to reply, I've got to get out of my uniform and into something comfortable. I need to order dinner as well, but I can do that and type at the same time.

18:50 Him: It's quite alright. Take your time.

Him: I do have to ask, if you wanted to exchange names now, or wait until Saturday?

You: Um... hm... Saturday, I think, if you don't mind.

Him: Not at all. Going for a complete surprise, it seems.

You: I just don't want to make assumptions based on names. People get ideas in their head from names and then even if it's not a big deal you're disappointed or freaked out.

Him: haha, I'll defer to you on this. So let's get to business – where are you located?

You: Do you know where the West Blue Rain Dinners is located?

Him: I do, it's quite the landmark.

You: xD yeah, it is. I'm about 30km to the east of that.

Him: I'm a little to the north of you then, roughly, and about 40km away.

You: I'm opening up Logpose, It should list places to eat between us.

Him: Baratie's is in there.

You: Vetoed. It's entirely too fancy for a first date.

Him: I assume then Rain Dinners would be vetoed as well.

You: Yes, especially because it's not located between us.

Him: As long as you're not expecting me to go to a fast-food joint...

You: >.>

Him: Vetoed.

You: LOL alright, alright. There's a café La Nourriture. It's bigger than you'd expect, and the food's good. A friend of mine knows the owner.

Him: I've heard of that place. If I remember right, Baratie's owner's son runs the place.

You: Well, then the food should be up to your refined needs.

Him: Humph.

You: Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

Him: Somehow, I can see the laughter in your text.

You: Guilty.

You: La Nour's then, for Saturday?

Him: Indeed. 1pm?

You: I can work with that. It should be coming down from the lunch rush crowd as well.

Him: Perfect.

. . . . . . .

Thursday and Friday came and went. You and your impending date didn't talk much, you both agreed to save conversation for Saturday. Having enough small talk between the two of you would allow for things to stay light if neither one of you were up for any kind of serious conversation.

Getting ready Saturday, you found you were nervous. Big nervous. You tried on more clothes in an hour than you'd bothered dealing with all last week. By the time you were done you were at least satisfied with the light blue blouse and navy jeans. A necklace and bracelet made you look a little done up, while still leaving you comfortable.

You pulled your hair into a bun and decided against putting on makeup. You didn't want to make yourself too fancy, for one, and for two it seemed to defeat the purpose of the website. You had a good complexion anyway, and so a little lotion was all you bothered with.

A light breakfast keeps your nerves from bouncing around too terribly, and you even have a slice of toast before you leave for the café. It's a bit of a drive, and you didn't want your nervous energy to make you uncomfortably hungry before you even got there.

You sent him a text on your way out the door. You'd both agreed that you would get there first, so if anyone was stuck awkwardly looking for the other it was him. It was an oddly gentlemanly thing of him to insist upon.

You: Heading out now, I'll let you know if I hit any bad traffic, but I should be there in twenty.

Him: I'll be there shortly after.

Traffic wasn't bad, and you made it to the café with time to spare. You sent a text that you had arrived safely and were going to get a table. A girl with pale blue hair, almost the same color as your blouse, seated you as you requested. You sat by a window, your back to the door. It didn't really help your nervousness, but you didn't want to see someone walk in, lose your nerve, and leave. So this was for the best.

You: Light blue blouse, dark pants, hair in a bun, sitting alone by the window.

You pressed your lips together and fidgeted nervously while you waited. The girl who seated you brought over a cup of tea for you and you looked at her quizzically.

"Chamomile, on the house." She explains. "You look nervous, waiting for a Personality date?"

Your face flushes but you smile. "Haa, yeah. You must get a lot of meetups here."

She smiles as you sip the tea. "It makes sense, it's not too fancy, but not a hole in the wall. We're affordable, and it's easier to walk away from a café lunch than a full on dinner."

"You get it. I appreciate that, and the drink. Thank you."

"You're welcome, and good luck." She flashes you a pair of thumbs up as she walks away.

You manage to drain the tea, and your server, who introduces herself as Vivi, takes it away. It was just a few minutes later that you hear the door open for the dozenth or so time. Something about it makes you feel different, and the steady click of shoes that are most certainly getting closer, send your stomach into knots preemptively.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you." The velvety smooth voice that rolls over you causes your stomach to sink down into your feet. You turn to see Sir Crocodile moving to seat himself. He looks very different from how you had seen him on Wednesday, but there was no mistaking his voice and appearance.

He wore a black turtleneck and matching black slacks. His hair was mostly loose, just barely brushed back, and the way it framed his face certainly made him look more human and less, well, Warlord-y. The scar along his face was lighter too, not entirely covered, but it was obvious he was trying to mitigate any discomfort regarding it. He wore none of his rings, and his prosthetic hand was covered with a glove.

After he sits down, he amends his statement. "Miss Wednesday, it seems we have met before, my apologies."

#Quicksand #Sir Crocodile #Crocodile x reader #crocodile x y/n #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #modern au #reader insert #yandere

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thisbuildinghasfeelings · 1 year ago

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Weekend WIP Game

Thank you for tagging me @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo and @lemonlyman-dotcom!

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

WIP List:

I have A LOT of ideas. As for things that are actually in progress, I have 4:

TK Project: My project for TK Strand Turns 30. I've been working on this for a few weeks now and should be wrapping up either this weekend or early next week. I'm pretty happy with how it's turning out!

A special project that I'm not going to say anything more about here but will be posted in the first week of November.

TK Babe/Baby, a project using my comically large hoop that will feature quotes of every time TK calls Carlos babe or baby--this one has a complete pattern, a hoop all ready to go, and even a single letter stitched in the center so I know where to start. I'll probably start working on it in earnest over the holidays.

Lone Star Christmas Ornaments--so far I've created one pattern for "Catan is spicy." I want to make at least 2-3 other ones.

Then I also have a variety of ideas, some fairly concrete, others vague notions that require more development and simply exist in a list in the notes app on my phone:

Wise Ass/Lollipop--a Gwyn quote from 2x01, heavily inspired by suggestion from @lemonlyman-dotcom--I haven't made the pattern yet, but it's pretty much fully formed in my head.

The third in my Loft Series--so far I've done one involving the bedroom and one involving the dining area. The third will be the same level of detail as the dining area one but involve the loft entrance, couch, table behind the couch, etc. I need a quote for it and I'm thinking possibly "Welcome home, TK" but I have a couple other ideas too. This pattern will likely take a few hours to create and it's something I'm excited to get working on either in November or maybe during the time off I have at the end of December.

A Carlos Project that would be a companion piece to my current TK Project. I have a list of ideas for it on my phone, but that's as far as I've gotten.

A Lou the First cross stitch with the quote "You brought a flesh-eating reptile into our home?!"

Another Lou one that's kind of ridiculous but I would love to do it if I could pull it off. It would be "He wasn't eating it. He was just...hanging out" with a little Lou poking out of a leg 😂

The fourth in my Loft Series--I want something involving Carlos' punching bag and TK's salad from 3x11. That's as far as I've gotten.

Then I have a variety of quotes that just feel like they should be cross stitches but I haven't thought of solid ideas to go with them (and if anyone has ideas, I would love to hear them!):

Marjan's quote "I'm allergic to poor leadership."

Judd's quote "I wasn't even me 'til I met you."

"Hi. You're TK. I'm Carlos. And we're soulmates." (this one is part of the TK Project, but I think it also deserves its own)

"If I'm your friend from work, then what we did this morning was very unprofessional."

"When you're in yoga clothes, I'm not a very good talker."

"In this house, we Catan."

"Tyler, can I say yes now?"

2. Which WIP is your most complex?

Of the ones I'm actively working on, the TK Project is the most complex. Of the planned future WIPs, it would probably be the third in the loft series, as it's intended to have the same level of detail as the loft dining area piece I recently finished. That one was definitely the most complex I've done up until this point.

3. Do any of your WIPs involve you using a technique/style that you haven't used before? What inspired you to try it?

The ones I've listed really don't, but I do have some vague ideas of branching out into some Lone Star embroidery. I'd need to come up with the right idea for it, but it's something I might try working with when I have time off over the holidays.

4. Which WIP do you expect will take you the longest?

Of the ones I'm actively working on, TK Babe/Baby will definitely take the longest. It will probably take at least 4-5 weeks to complete once I really get going with it.

5. Which WIP are you finding the most enjoyable to create?

I'm really loving the TK Project. It's made up of a bunch of little images and quotes, so it's really fun to see it come together as I complete each individual section.

6. Do you have a favourite character to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?

The majority of my projects are TK/Carlos/Tarlos related due to the fact that I often think of little else.

7. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

The loft entrance/third in my Loft Series definitely gives me the most self-doubt. Mostly because it will be a detailed pattern. I'm still fairly new to pattern creation on that level.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of creator's block?

I haven't had any stitcher's block yet, thankfully. I've been stitching non-stop since April and, as I've made clear here, I still have more ideas than I can handle!

9. Do any of your WIPs contain characters outside the main ship? How are you finding creating those?

My first two projects were the Lone Star logo and an Owen quote. Every other one, including the WIPs that I'm actively working on, has been TK/Carlos/Tarlos related. So I guess I don't branch out from that main ship much! I would like to in the future, and a couple on my ideas list do involve quotes from other characters.

10. What emotions are you hoping to convey through your WIPs?

Mostly the joy and love I experience through Lone Star and Tarlos.

11. Are there any features/details you are finding challenging in your WIPs?

A challenging element of TK Babe/Baby will be the use of the comically large hoop. It has a 23 inch diameter so I can only stitch with it while sitting on my bed because I need somewhere spacious to rest the hoop otherwise my arms get too tired.

12. Which WIP has the most complex shading/colouring?

Probably the loft entrance, the third in my Loft Series. The thing that I think will be the most challenging is the couch, particularly managing to show the shape and dimensions of it properly. I'm not sure how I'm going to get it to look right, but I'm looking forward to messing around with it with my pattern making software. I'm not particularly skilled or experienced with using color gradients to show shadows/dimensions, but I guess I'm going to have to learn!

13. Which WIP has the most complex background?

Same as the last answer, since pretty much the whole thing will be background.

14. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for?

Again, same answer. I want it to meet the expectations set by the loft dining area piece I recently finished. I was thrilled with how that one turned out, so I really hope I'll be equally satisfied with this one.

15. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I don't think I've ever dreamed about cross stitching. I spend so much time doing it that it seems like I would have by now, though.

16. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other art doesn't?

The TK Project involves several French Knots, which is a different type of stitch that can be very finicky. @reasonandfaithinharmony knows what I mean!

17. Are any of your WIPs commissions?

I haven't done any commissions so far. It's not something I'm necessarily opposed to, so if someone is interested, feel free to dm me and we can talk about it! I just have a lot of my own ideas to work through and cross stitch generally takes a pretty long time to complete, so anyone looking for commissions would need to be ok with waiting a while. Also, I might be willing to mail some of my previously finished pieces to anyone who's interested (due to the unfortunate cost of shipping, this is probably going to have to be limited to people in the US and Canada). There are some that I'm not willing to part with, but I think I've almost reached display capacity, even with many finished projects stored in a box under my bed, so it might be nice for some of the others to find a home.

18. Do you have a character that is more difficult to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?

The majority of my projects so far have been centered on quotes. I don't think any one character is more or less difficult to depict in that way. However, I have run into one issue like that...one of my future ideas is for a Carlos Project that's a companion to my current TK Project. I'm finding it a lot more difficult to come up with ideas for little images and quotes to represent Carlos than it was for TK. One problem might be that I'm reluctant to go stitching a bunch of cop imagery.

19. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

The stitched portion of TK Babe/Baby will be about 16 inches x 15 inches in size.

If the third in the Loft Series is anything like the loft dining area piece, it will probably take me somewhere around 80-100 hours of work to complete.

I feel like everyone has been tagged, but I'm going to follow the directions and tag 11 people, one for each of my listed WIPs: @tellmegoodbye @ladytessa74 @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @carlos-tk @inkweedandlizards @rosedavid @thebumblecee @reasonandfaithinharmony @redshirt2 @louis-ii-reyes-strand @carlos-in-glasses

(And here's the original post that has the questions for writers if you need that!)

#weekend wip game #lone star cross stitch #911 lone star

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alessiasblood · 6 months ago

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BITE TROUGH ME (1) -Paige Bueckers.

Warnings: Explicit suggestive language.

A/N: yall im back wtf???(and obsessed with paige)and ive been waiting to post this for a while, i hope you like it!!Thank you for all the likes on my previous post it means a lot to me i promise and this one is gonna hit very hard this is the first part!enjoy xoxo!!! 💗

You studied very much for this exam and and you were trying to give the best out of you today. You were aware that if you didnt pass, you'd repeat the year and it was unpleasant.

You pulled back the glasses on your nose and you started desperately chewing on your pencil. Minutes went by more faster, but you blocked on the last exercise, being the most important. You took a quick glance towards one of your friends, Michael, who almost solved the entire test and Maeve, who was in the same situation as you.

"y/n! Are you trying to cheat?I think you really dont want to graduate!"

You hated your biology teacher more than anything in this world. She was standing in your way of going to a summer vacation instead of returning to rise up your grades. She rushed towards you, picking up your paper and inspecting it for a brief moment.

"You failed. You're free to leave"

You were furious, you studied extremely hard for this exam and took you multiple stay at home weekends with your textbooks open and she had the guts to do such thing. You qucikly picked up your bag and went outside. You went to sit on a bench near the freshly cut grass, trying to calm down. The school yard was full, people were on the basketball field inside, you could see it trough the windows, and the ball hitting the ground multiple times.

"Hey Y/n!What are you doing here?" A voice behind me says. As i turn around my roomate Maeve, sat down next to me on the bench. Despite being best friends, you and Maeve were very different. In all aspects. Her bright crimson hair was shining in the sunlight as it was only noon. You didnt necesarilly follow all her negative influences, plus, she was nice and friendly, to you and to everyone, but her friend group wasan't exactly the best. You didnt like partying, Maeve was more care free, you admired her pretty much.

"She failed me. I cant get into the final exam now, i wont do anything!" You whined.

"Dont say that girl, im here for you" She rubbed your back gently, smiling, you took notice of her nose piercing.

"I think that you should totally go with us tonight, you know, Micahel and I, its friday, you have the entire weekend to overthink this." She chuckles, and you cant help but chuckle too. You always refused her invitations, she would always go to that damned frat house, it was full of smoke, drunk people and creeps, too loud and it made you uncomfortable ever since the first time you had been dragged there, you wouodnt have looked forward to it again, not unless Maeve was begging you to come along with them, Michael, her boyfriend was okay, but the rest of her friends usually were full of themselvs and you were a target.

As soon as you reach your dorm you jumped on the bed hesistating to ever leave it again. But Maeve informed you Michael was going to be here to pick her up, well in this case, the both of you. Your mind quickly filled with thoughts, about how you wont graduate like other of your friends and even Maeve who barely goes to any classes still managed to get good grades. Your thoughts dissapeared as a puf of smoke when Maeve voices rises

"Did you hear me?" She smiles

"Sorry....what?" You had not realized your mind wandered

"I said help me pick an outfit" Her wardrobe was majority black, and innapropiate, she pulls out a black dress, at least the bottom is solid but you get the feeling that she would have wore it even if it wasan't.

"You know you cant wear that!" She points out at your white pleaded skirt and pink cardigan

"Whats wrong with it?" You defend your outfit. She was kinda judging you because you wore light colors and soft clothes but you still listened to rock.

"Its just more for....a garden party with unicorns and cotton candy." She laughs "Can i help you?" She pulls out a tight black top that had cape sleeves and it wasant actually your style, but you thought it would look decent with some jeans or a skirt.

"Oh and it definitely goes with this" She shows me a black pleated skirt and you instantly smile "Well i can always go with pleated skirts" You laugh.

After what feels like ages, you finally pull up to the same huge two story house, even to this day, you still didnt know who owned this house.

"How many people will be here?" You ask, but still knowing in the back of your head thaf is going to be the same as it always it and you got used to it.

"A full house, hurry up" Michael answers getting out of the car and being the first to walk in.

The smome fills your lungs as you try to make your way trough the crowd, where Maeve greets a group of girls, you awkardly stand behind her, waiting for her to finish being popular.

"Y/n, you heard of huskies right?" She turns to you, smiling still. You quickly nod.God you hated introductions, but you knew very well the only team of basketball. A blond girl leaned against the kitchen counter, talking to another girl, she takes a qucik glance at you untill she places the red cup down and walks towards you.

"Paige" she shakes her hand with you. You notice her checking you out but she doesnt sketch any expression on her face.

"What are you studying?" She continued, looking down at you, she made you feel small.

"I am an English major" You quietly answer, even tough it was not loud enough over the loud music. You made out what you could call a sligth smile on her face untill she turns away.

"My friend y/n here just failed biology" Maeve says, faking out to be sad.

"Not good at biology" Azzi backs up

"I think Paige knows the bones and all?" Maeve laughs, she made Paige laugh too, you found the entire situation strange. You didnt want anyones help

"i could always help one of my friend's friend" The way she said friend's friend stuck up to you a bit. You looked away trying to act all cool.

"Oh im good" You try to smile friendly.

You quickly glance around the room, full of people, untill you spot a familiar face, which you rapid recognized, Bryce. You wave to him smiling, gesturing to approach you. You earned some weird gazed from the girls, they somehow knew your friend. Bryce was one of them, he greets Micahel on his way untill he reaches up to you.

"Y/n!And...hello ladies" He smirks, Paige looks away trying to contain her laugh.

He drags you aside out of the situation and you're thankful .

"Whats up with you and Alex?" You ask him

"I broke up with him. You think im staying after his ass?No, no, no."

"I think you're gonna drag us again with your dad's truck to that damned gay club?" You say laughing louder than usual, you catch a glimpse of Paige you couldnt make out what was she feeling but she did hear you.

You refused to drink anything all night, despite Maeve drunken voice begging you to shove something down your throat, you only took two shots, even tho your broked your promise. The same Paige finds your familiar face

"You still need help with biology?" She says, but not even a sligthly emotion breaks trough her face. You were a bit skeptic of this Paige, but you were trying to focus only on the good parts of what her help could have offered you.

"If that doesnt bother you" You gained your composure.

"Oh its not bothering me" She mutters, with the same serious expression for a moment, untill you earned a qucik smile.

"And....how do you suggest we do this?" You ask softly looking ahead

"Anywhere you want, no payback, whenever im free i'll tell you" She says, then grabs a piece of paper and a pen and writes down a number "For you" She hands it out to you, for a quick moment thoughts filled your mind, analyzing if this is actually her being nice or its someting else, but you did take it.

#paigebucekers #uconn

#Spotify

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afreakingdork · 1 year ago

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Greetings miss dork!

I had a thought, about things being "Donnie sized" or not, and he at least would need bigger mugs and plates, since he has a bigger stomach than most (and even if he didn't eat enough, I think that reader would definitely force him to eat now that they somewhat live together), and I'm just imagining reader being particularly hungry/thirsty and just stealing a mug/plate basically 2 times her head and just going "how nice, now I don't have to go get more food!" (At least, that's what I would do honestly).

The scene where we just go "oh damn my bf butt looks nice... *Proceeds to finger him and lovingly tuck him in* (we definitely kissed his forehead)"

Also I'm happy now that the angst is over (it is right??? At least for a little while???) and we can have a secret/doubt free (?) relationship

By the way, the weather now is better, it's raining and storming and stuff (even if we are in August, but hurray!) so I'm not sweating and melting anymore.... I'm free of wearing my fuzzy socks.

(oh and by the way, I noticed I never asked this, but how was your day? I hope it went great!)

-formal anon

Howdy-o, Formal!

Oh that's cute! I like the idea of one over-sized mug and they both fight over it. Donnie only had the one because why would he need more than one 😂

We absolutely gave him a little forehead kiss!

The angst is indeed over for now. We are back to your regularly scheduled fluff and smut rotation! Though, there are some interesting loose ends hm? 😏The relationship has, is, and will always be doubt-free! The fic was always supposed to be more an exploration of love when someone is evil. I always meant for reader and Donnie to be totally solid, while everything else is the difficult part~ Love can be easy if you open yourself up to it 💖

Oh! I am envious of your weather. It is hot as heck here and I despise it. Totally miserable! However, I just got off a turtle-tastic weekend with some friends so I am riding a high! Thank you kindly for asking! I your having a great time like the better weather~

#ask

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sir-sunawani · 1 year ago

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 2: Miss Wednesday

A worse look if you were too late to even say anything at all.

Unfortunately, you realized you were too focused on your work when you bounded out of Buggy's office and slammed right into a brick wall.

One made of flesh.

Wearing a very expensive tailored silk suit.

"Ohmygod, I am so sorry, Sir." You manage, looking away from his hand and scrambling to collect up the papers that you had dropped. Buggy was already by your side, helping you gather them up.

"It's quite alright. Are you hurt?" It was the first time you'd heard his voice, and you could feel your face heating up.

"Do be careful going forward, Miss. I have no desire to see my employees injure themselves." He replies with the same even tone he had used earlier.

"Yes of course," you manage a reply, though it's a little strained, and then bow once more before excusing yourself.

04:56 You: Good morning, I can't stay on and talk much right now, there's an event at work I need to be in early for. Looking forward to talking to you tonight!

06:02 Him: Much anticipated.

14:32 [System Message: 60 days have transpired. Please note that the automatic system censoring has been lifted. Users 905965 and 421328 have unrestricted chat access. Congratulations!]

17:36 Him: It seems we are free to make plans for this weekend.

17:56 Him: Given your earlier excitement, I'll assume you have been held up at work.

18:45 You: Sorry, yes, I was held up at work.

18:46 You: I'll be a little slow to reply, I've got to get out of my uniform and into something comfortable. I need to order dinner as well, but I can do that and type at the same time.

18:50 Him: It's quite alright. Take your time.

Him: I do have to ask, if you wanted to exchange names now, or wait until Saturday?

You: Um... hm... Saturday, I think, if you don't mind.

Him: Not at all. Going for a complete surprise, it seems.

You: I just don't want to make assumptions based on names. People get ideas in their head from names and then even if it's not a big deal you're disappointed or freaked out.

Him: haha, I'll defer to you on this. So let's get to business – where are you located?

You: Do you know where the West Blue Rain Dinners is located?

Him: I do, it's quite the landmark.

You: xD yeah, it is. I'm about 30km to the east of that.

Him: I'm a little to the north of you then, roughly, and about 40km away.

You: I'm opening up Logpose, It should list places to eat between us.

Him: Baratie's is in there.

You: Vetoed. It's entirely too fancy for a first date.

Him: I assume then Rain Dinners would be vetoed as well.

You: Yes, especially because it's not located between us.

Him: As long as you're not expecting me to go to a fast-food joint...

You: >.>

Him: Vetoed.

You: LOL alright, alright. There's a café La Nourriture. It's bigger than you'd expect, and the food's good. A friend of mine knows the owner.

Him: I've heard of that place. If I remember right, Baratie's owner's son runs the place.

You: Well, then the food should be up to your refined needs.

Him: Humph.

You: Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

Him: Somehow, I can see the laughter in your text.

You: Guilty.

You: La Nour's then, for Saturday?

Him: Indeed. 1pm?

You: I can work with that. It should be coming down from the lunch rush crowd as well.

Him: Perfect.

. . . . . . .

You: Heading out now, I'll let you know if I hit any bad traffic, but I should be there in twenty.

Him: I'll be there shortly after.

You: Light blue blouse, dark pants, hair in a bun, sitting alone by the window.

You pressed your lips together and fidgeted nervously while you waited. The girl who seated you brought over a cup of tea for you and you looked at her quizzically.

"Chamomile, on the house." She explains. "You look nervous, waiting for a Personality date?"

Your face flushes but you smile. "Haa, yeah. You must get a lot of meetups here."

She smiles as you sip the tea. "It makes sense, it's not too fancy, but not a hole in the wall. We're affordable, and it's easier to walk away from a café lunch than a full on dinner."

"You get it. I appreciate that, and the drink. Thank you."

"You're welcome, and good luck." She flashes you a pair of thumbs up as she walks away.

After he sits down, he amends his statement. "Miss Wednesday, it seems we have met before, my apologies."

#Quicksand #Sir Crocodile #x reader #sir crocodile x reader #one piece fanfiction #modern au #reader insert #yandere #grandline metro au

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