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gabbytbll · 10 months ago

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Hiii ,can I request a Zayne ABC (NSFW ) headcanons?

love and deep space💫

❄𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐂'𝐒❆

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Authors note: haii i hope you like this Anon♡ Zayne might be OOC! plus I'm doing this half asleep but that's ok☺ Also i am not that far ahead in the story so please bare with me! (BTW did anyone get the new Sylus memory yet I'm struggling so bad for some reason, and it's been out for WEEKS!!! I'm desperate for this man!!)

There will be mistakes!!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒: NSFW! MDNI!!! there will be sexual content as this is a NSFW ABC'S

𝐀: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

•He is the king of aftercare he loves taking care of you, he has everything you need I'm talking towels, water, etc.

•He loves running you a bath afterwards with your favorite scent, bath bomb, bubble, etc.

•I feel like he loves to also massage you afterwards to because you might get some cramps from being put in different position's

•He will definitely still take care of you even if you do fall asleep on him your health is very important to him

𝐁: 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

•He loves his hands the most because they can save people in surgery, etc.

•I feel like he wouldn't care what you look like because he's the type of man that looks more for the inside of you rather than appearance of you

•He might like your thighs more than normal tho because he likes sleeping on them and the feeling of the squishiness beneath his fingers (i like to think he's a thigh guy)

𝐂: 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦)

•I feel like he loves to cum on you face or your stomach he likes when your painted with his seed

•UNLESS you both talked about having a child then he will love releasing inside of you the most

𝐃: 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

•He stole one of your panties before and used it for masturbation while he was away at the hospital for a while

•I don't think he would ever tell you that because he's embarrassed of what he did

𝐄: 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

•Well, he's definitely not a virgin but i feel like he was a little bit inexperienced because he works all the time, and he never really has time to do that type of stuff

•I feel like as you and him started to have sex more then he will be experienced in what to do for you in bed

𝐅: 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

•I don't know i think he's a classic guy with sex position until he wants to start exploring more in bed

•So far i think his favorite sex position would me missionary or doggy style like i said he's a classic guy

•But he might like missionary the most because he can see your face convert in pleasure and he can give you kisses

𝐆: 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

•He is not goofy at all

•He is focused on making you scream there's no time to laugh or crack jokes

•But he does chuckle sometimes when you beg for more-

𝐇: 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

•He definitely takes care of himself so i don't think he would like down there to get to out of control but there is still some hair down there

•If you have a bush, he won't care he will just explore the jungle like it's his favorite activity on a weekend

𝐈: 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

•Oh man is he a romantic dream

•He is so gentle and loving sometimes it brings tears to your eyes because oh my gosh this man is a fever dream

•While you're doing the deed he always likes to asks if this is ok, are you ok, etc

𝐉: 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟 (𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

•He does not jack off as much as you would think

•He is always busy in the hospital, so he doesn't really have much time to do that

•He wants you to help him anyways

𝐊: 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

•Ice play- is definitely one of his kinks he can make anything you want out of his evol

•Blindfolding- is one to like he loves how you don't know what he's going to do to you next, he likes to surprise you

•Breeding- He loves to cum inside of you because he likes how you feel around his dick, he also wants to get you pregnant (he's a family guy)

𝐋: 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨)

•He doesn't like doing it in public that much

•But sometimes he does it in his office or a random cafe bathroom whenever he's more desperate or if you get him jealous

•The both of you has fucked everywhere in his house.

𝐌: 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠)

•I feel like if you tease him like brush against his dick with your hand or butt, he will think that you want to have sex right then and there

•Whenever you groan or make a small noise he thinks its cute but it does something to him he doesn't want to admit

𝐍: 𝐍𝐨 (𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

•He will never hurt you he's still iffy about spanking you but he gives in sometimes because you might beg for it but when he spanks you, he does it lightly

•He will never fuck you in front of someone that's a big no for him you're his and he is yours

𝐎: 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

•He loves to give you oral the most i feel like he wouldn't care if you sucked him off or not because he's focused on you but sometimes he wants you to suck him off first

•He eats your pussy like his life depended on it, he treats you so good he got your legs shaking in the air

𝐏: 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥?)

•He likes doing it slow and sensual, but he will do whatever you ask him except sometimes

•He likes dragging it out because whenever the both of you release its feel better then fast and rough

•If you want it fast and rough, then he will give it to you and make you regret ever asking him that

𝐐: 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

•He doesn't like quickies but sometimes he does them anyways because he needs you asap

•He likes to use sec as a way to spend time with you to so that's why he hates doing quickies because he can't spend as much time with you as he wants

𝐑: 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

•He would love to experiment with whatever he and you are comfortable with

•Then he would randomly do whatever the both of you tried and if you liked it in bed (he loves to surprise you)

𝐒: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭…)

•He has a lot of stamina i would say so he could go for 4-5 rounds on a good day and maybe 2-3 on a bad day

•He lasts about 20-25 minutes every round close to it

•Or he will stop whenever you can't go no more

𝐓: 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

•He owns a lot of toys like dildos, vibrators, gags, etc and there all for you

•He uses them on you all the time mostly, but he does experiment and uses the vibrator on himself like you might asked for him to do

𝐔: 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

•He is so unfair, but he knows when to stop

•He likes to pull out right as you were about to cum or just straight up ruin your orgasm for fun

•He also likes to rub his dick around your pussy to make you beg him to put it in

𝐕: 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞)

•He is not the loud but after a round or two you will hear him whimper and grunt louder

•He knows you think he's hot when he moans and grunts so he does it in your ear so he can feel you clench around him

𝐖: 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

•He fell down the hospital stairs before without nobody noticing so he ran away from the scene (he's embarrassed about it)

𝐗: 𝐗-𝐑𝐚𝐲 (𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢�� 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬)

•I think he's bigger than average but just by a little so he might be 7'9 inches but he's very thick

•He is very proud of how big he is

𝐘: 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

•His sex drive is not that high but sometimes he just gets so stressed and pent up then he can just go on for hours

•He feels bad for you whenever he gets pent up like that, so he goes and buys you some ice cream

𝐙: 𝐙𝐙𝐙 (… 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

•He doesn't fall asleep right away he wants to make sure your ok

•He will do everything for you whatever you ask him to do he will do

•He's the king of aftercare♡

And that concludes this post I hope you like it! make sure you like and comment I would appreciate it♡♡

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williamests · 6 months ago

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The parallel shots of Jack being beaten up by Boss' underlings and Joke hurting himself was genius, not just because of the cinematic value but also because it highlights the difference between their characters so beautifully!

We have Jack who has always been let down by the society and sees the world as his biggest enemy on one side. His poverty, his parents who died leaving the debt on him, Boss who he had to work for, leaving behind his dreams, the organisations of the society who refused to give him loan because of his lack of credentials. He was full of life and had a positive outlook towards his future before society trampled it down.

So, we see the outside forces physically beat him down because he sees the world as his hell.

Then we have Joke, who is his own biggest enemy. His wish had always been to not be a burden on his loved ones because that's how he sees himself, a burden, a good for nothing fellow. Someone who always brings bad luck with him wherever he goes. Someone who would never think twice about his own life if any of his loved ones are in danger because he does not value his own life.

He does not need anyone to tell him that he did wrong! He feels guilty as is. He punches himself, berates himself for having hope that things would be different this time. All because he is his own hell.

#jack and joker #jack & joker #u steal my heart #jack and joker the series #jack and joker u steal my heart #jackjoke #jokejack #joke x jack #jack x joke #jack and joker series #bl series

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verstappenf1lecccc · 5 months ago

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From p:

Toto Wolff with fem!reader. They have been together long enough for him to propose to her. With Jack's help of course. The boy has come to love her since you're always paying attention to him and just being there. She had a good relationship with Susie and always had girl night with her and other WAGs. Toto couldn't imagine not having her in his life. Event leading to their wedding day. The usual stuff; fitting dress/suit, prep, bridesmaid/grooms. With the grid (she's their grid mom to everyone) If you want to separate both parts, do it. I don't mind. Fluff/suggestive. Thanks!!!

The Proposal

It was the little moments with you that made Toto Wolff fall deeper and deeper in love. The soft touch of your hand against his when you walked side by side through the paddock, the way you’d laugh at his dry jokes, and the comfort he found in the way you effortlessly interacted with the people who were closest to him—especially his son, Jack. These moments, though small to the world, were the ones that made his heart swell. He had never imagined that someone would slip so naturally into his life, into his world, and make it better.

The relationship had started slowly, at first as just a friendship. You had been working with the team as a liaison for sponsors, a role that often had you spending time with both Toto and Susie at events. Your first conversation with Toto had been a brief discussion over some minor logistics, but something clicked. You had an effortless way of connecting with people, especially with him, and before long, you were meeting for coffee after long days at the track, discussing everything from racing to your shared love of obscure books. It wasn’t long before the conversations moved to something deeper—your personal lives, your dreams, your frustrations.

And somewhere between those late-night talks, long walks in the quiet of the evening, and shared glances, something shifted. It wasn’t fireworks or grand gestures. It was quiet, like the soft hum of something inevitable, something you both knew but didn’t have to say. Until one night, when Toto, looking at you with an intensity in his eyes that made your heart race, kissed you. It was gentle at first, his lips brushing against yours as if testing the waters, but when you kissed him back, everything changed. The world around you disappeared, leaving only him, only you.

It didn’t take long for you both to realize you had become inseparable. It wasn’t just about love—it was about the way your hearts had intertwined without either of you trying. You were the calm in his chaos, the one who could make him laugh even on the hardest days. You knew how to give Jack the attention he craved, not as a stepmother or a replacement, but as someone who cared deeply for him and wanted to be part of his life. Toto had watched with admiration as you built a relationship with his son, one that was filled with understanding and patience. The way Jack looked at you—like you were someone he could trust, someone who truly understood him—only made Toto fall deeper in love with you.

And then there was Susie. Susie had always been the center of their world, the one who held everything together. It wasn’t just a friendship that formed between you and her; it was a bond, a connection of two women who had both seen the highs and lows of life and understood each other completely. Your girls’ nights were something Susie looked forward to as much as you did. Whether it was a quiet evening at home or an impromptu getaway, your presence in their lives felt like a breath of fresh air. Toto had noticed, and he couldn’t help but be grateful.

Now, after years of being together, Toto found himself thinking of the future, thinking of you as the woman who would be by his side for the rest of his life. He couldn’t imagine a day without you, a world where you weren’t there to share the good and the bad. The thought of marrying you filled him with a warmth he hadn’t known was possible. And so, with Jack’s eager help, he set his plan into motion.

The ring was perfect, something he had spent months searching for—something as beautiful as you. It was an antique, a vintage piece that had been passed down through a family, its center stone a rich, deep blue sapphire, surrounded by diamonds. He had felt it was the perfect representation of you—unique, rare, and breathtaking.

Before he could even think about the proposal itself, there was one thing he needed to do. It had been on his mind ever since he realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you: he needed to ask your father for his blessing.

Toto had always respected you, but this was different. He wanted to do this right. He wanted to show you how much he valued your family, how much he cherished the bond the two of you had built. So, one evening, he drove out to your father’s house. It was a quiet, modest place, nestled on the outskirts of town, and Toto felt the weight of the moment as he approached the door.

Your father greeted him warmly, but Toto could sense the underlying tension. It wasn’t that your father didn’t like him—he respected Toto. But there was a certain protectiveness he had over you, as any father would. They sat in the living room, and Toto, despite his calm demeanor, found himself nervous.

“Toto,” your father began, leaning forward slightly. “You’ve been a part of our lives for a while now. And I’ve seen how you look after my daughter. You’re good to her. But you know, a father’s concern never really goes away.”

Toto nodded, understanding the depth of your father’s words. “I love her,” he said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. “I can’t imagine my life without her. I want to take care of her, to be there for her in every way possible.”

The silence stretched between them for a moment before your father stood, walked over, and placed a hand on Toto’s shoulder. “Then I give you my blessing,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Make her happy, Toto. That’s all I ask.”

Toto’s heart swelled in that moment, knowing he had just been given one of the greatest gifts of all—the blessing of the man who had been there for you your entire life. With a grateful nod, Toto stood, shook your father’s hand, and made his way home. The next step was clear: he would ask you to marry him.

The night of the proposal came soon after. He had planned it all—an intimate evening on the lakeside, just the two of you. The sun was setting, casting a soft golden glow on the water as you walked side by side, hand in hand, oblivious to the excitement bubbling inside Toto’s chest. Jack was hidden nearby, a big grin on his face, ready to join in when the moment came.

“Toto,” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “What’s going on? You seem…different tonight.”

He turned to you, his eyes full of affection. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I’ve spent so much of my life racing, chasing after things I thought I needed. But what I’ve realized is that the only thing I truly need is you. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

He dropped to one knee, his eyes never leaving yours, and in that moment, everything else faded away. Jack appeared from behind a tree, holding the ring in a small box, his grin widening as he saw your surprised expression.

“Will you marry me?” Toto asked, his voice full of love and anticipation.

You blinked, your heart hammering in your chest. “Yes,” you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. “Yes, of course.”

Jack rushed forward, his arms wrapping around both of you in an embrace that felt like the culmination of years of love, of family, of shared moments.

The Wedding

Wedding planning was a whirlwind of excitement, stress, and joy. You worked with Susie, of course, and the two of you had countless girls’ nights where you would go over details, laugh, and just enjoy each other’s company. Your relationship with her had become even more important as the wedding drew near. She was your confidante, your sounding board, your partner in crime.

The dress fitting was one of those moments you would never forget. When you first stepped into the bridal shop, the world seemed to pause. The gown—simple, elegant, but still breathtaking—was everything you had imagined. It hugged your body perfectly, the lace overlay and satin fabric giving you an ethereal quality. Susie and your bridesmaids stood around you, their eyes wide as they saw you in it.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Susie whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

As you turned to the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile. This was the dress, the one you would wear when you married Toto. It was almost surreal, the reality of it all settling in. Your heart fluttered as you thought about the man who would be waiting for you at the altar.

The day of the wedding was filled with love and laughter, as you and Toto prepared for the big moment. Jack stood by Toto’s side as his best man, both of them looking handsome in their suits. Your bridesmaids surrounded you as you stood at the altar, your heart racing as you saw Toto waiting for you, a proud smile on his face.

The ceremony was intimate, full of love and joy. You both exchanged vows, your voices trembling as you promised to be there for each other, to cherish each moment together. When the moment came, Toto placed the ring on your finger, his hands steady despite the emotions swirling between you.

The reception was a celebration of everything you had built together—family, love, and the promise of forever. Toto held you close as you danced, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I love you. I will love you for the rest of my life.”

And as the night continued, filled with laughter and the warm glow of friendship and family, you knew that your love story had only just begun. The life you had built together was a masterpiece, one you would cherish for all your days.

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babyangelsky · 5 months ago

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Best QL Parental Figures of 2024 💖✨

Welcome to Babyangelsky's 2024 Wrap Up! To commemorate my second year of watching QL dramas, and my first year of actually talking on my blog, I've compiled a series of lists to celebrate all the QL things I loved this year!

Please feel free to take my categories and make lists of your own and tag me in them if you do!

💜 All the lists can be found here! 💜

I decided I was the mother of several QL characters this year who happened to have shitty parents but it's always worth remembering that not all QL parents and parental figures are shitty. Some of them are decent and they deserve to be recognized.

Not my favorites, the best. Because if they're the best, they're already my favorites because the bar is in hell.

♡ Jack's Grandma (Jack & Joker)

What would Jack and Joke do without grandma? What would any of us do without grandma? She's the heart of their little family, full of love and forgiveness and protectiveness.

♡ Pop's Dad (Addicted Heroin)

What a genuinely lovely man. Always trying his best to care for his family and guide his son. They may not have had a lot of money but he still provided a loving environment for his child after he and his wife separated.

♡ Tiger's Mom (Addicted Heroin)

It was at this moment that this woman became my favorite character in this show. Your son's friends can't have their moms come to this school event for one reason for another? No problem, she's everyone's mom now.

♡ Ai's Parents (I Saw You in My Dream)

Ai may have been their only biological child, but they had four children. They loved and supported Yu, Yo, and Ing like they were their own without hesitation. Not to mention the fact that they accepted all their gay sons while being very Catholic.

♡ Natsume's Mom (Cosmetic Playlover)

It's so nice to see a BL mom be excited to discover her son has a boyfriend and immediately and enthusiastically accept said boyfriend into the family. We need more of that.

♡ Prince Anan (The Loyal Pin)

In all the ways that matter, Anan is Anin's father. She may be his little sister but she's his kid. He loves her above all else. He never hesitated to defend her. Truly the only man in that palace worth a damn.

♡ Almond's Mom (Knock Knock Boys)

Was she a little overprotective in the beginning? Absolutely. Did she come around when Almond finally took the time to talk to her and respect the boundaries that he set and help the boys help Peak? Also absolutely.

♡ Takara's Grandpa (Takara's Treasure)

This man took a very unloved little boy and made him feel loved and at peace and gave him a hobby that would eventually lead him to finding the love of his life. Incredible work from an amazing grandpa.

♡ Dee's Grandma (Wandee Goodday)

Khun Mon is the kind of grandma we all wish we had. That woman is so cool. She made Dee feel so loved and safe that he was comfortable talking to her about everything. She was his rock to lean on and I'm so glad he had her.

♡ Taichi's Grandpa (I Hear the Sunspot)

This man made his grandbaby a birthday meal and it was in that moment that I decided that he deserves the world. Doesn't matter if it was burnt; it was made with all the love and care Taichi never got from his parents and for that it was the best meal ever.

♡ Hill's Grandma (Fourever You)

Considering how awful Hill's grandpa is, it's especially important to me that his grandma is loving and wonderful and accepting of him. I need her to be okay again so he can have her presence in his life.

♡ Zen's Grandma (The Rebound)

Zen's grandma wasn't just an amazing parental figure to him, but also to Ryu and to Atom, neither of whom had parents who deserved the title. She gave them a home and a safe harbor and she deserves to be happy and comfortable always.

♡ Peak's Dad (Knock Knock Boys)

A lack of communication can seem like a lack of love and acceptance if its left to stretch too long but thankfully, that wasn't the case here. Peak's dad wanted him to be happy more than anything. He loved his child. He wanted a family for his child. And most importantly, he got the opportunity to really talk to Peak and make sure Peak knew all those things.

♡ Princess Alisa (The Loyal Pin)

Now here is a mother who understood the assignment. Was she confused and shocked to learn that her daughter was gay? Quite. But then she immediately turned around and decided to be loving and supportive of Anin's choices and that is what we like to see.

♡ Oyei and Cher (Wandee Goodday)

Listen, they're Yak's parents. Yak is their child. He's their pride and joy and they want to see him thrive and be happy. Yei stepped up when their father peaced out of their lives and became the father that Yak deserved and when Cher came into the picture, he did the exact same thing.

♡ Joe's Mom (My Stand-In)

It wasn't just Joe that got a second chance when he woke up in a new body, it was the second Joe's mom, too. It wasn't quite the second chance she thought it was, but she still got a version of her son back and got the chance to make amends. She recognized her mistakes, learned from them, and repaired a relationship she thought she'd lost.

♡ Kram's Parents (Two Worlds)

Parallel universe shenanigans aside, Kram always had wonderful parents who adored him. Dilok, his father, may be one of my favorite characters ever and it's a real shame that he didn't get to shine as much in the show as he did in the novel.

♡ Saint's Dad (High School Frenemy)

Saint's dad has got to be my favorite example of how a parent can be imperfect and be battling their own demons but still genuinely care for their child. The man had his problems but he never took them out on Saint. He made sure his child was fed and cared for and wanted a good future for him and really, that's exactly what a good parent is supposed to do.

♡ Shao Peng's Parents (See Your Love)

These two people adore their son. It's easy to fall into the belief that the only kind of good parent is a perfect parent but that's just not the case. Even the very best parents will make missteps, although only a fraction of them will take the time to reflect on those missteps and how they've affected their child. Not only did Shao Peng's parents do that, they apologized to him for it and made sure he knew they loved him exactly as he was.

♡ Style's Dad (The Heart Killers)

He knows exactly what kind of person his son is and lovingly roasts him for it. Emphasis on the lovingly. Style's dad not only accepts that his son is gay, Style feels comfortable enough to talk about his boy problems with him. That tells me all I need to know about the solid relationship they have as father and son.

♡ Diew's Grandpa (Monster Next Door)

Grandparents who are a safe haven for their grandchildren will always have my eternal love and respect. When Diew couldn't talk to his mom, he had his grandpa. He felt safe with his grandpa. He knew his grandpa would always be there to listen and support him and advise him in a way his mother couldn't. And not only was grandpa that steady rock for Diew, but also for Diew's mom, and he was ultimately the reason she could come around and recognize her mistakes.

#babyangelsky's 2024 wrap up #jack and joker #addicted heroin th #knock knock boys #i saw you in my dream #two worlds the series #wandee goodday #my stand in #takara's treasure #i hear the sunspot #the loyal pin #fourever you #the rebound the series #cosmetic playlover #high school frenemy #see your love #the heart killers #monster next door

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bloodibambiidoll · 9 months ago

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just read your new rafe x weird!reader and oml im obsessed with them 🫠

can we maybe see rafe finally proposing to her ?!

Thank you sm!! Ofc!! Sorry this took me so long, I’ve been plotting this moment for a minute… Mostly fluff 18+MNDI

“Rafeee” You whine, shuffling in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s truck, the blindfold on your eyes obstructing your view entirely. You had no idea where he was taking you, he just told you ‘to put on something pretty and get your little ass in the car’. “Seriously, where are we going?”

“Hush. I told you to stop askin’, didn’t I?” Rafe’s large hand reaches out to grab your thigh, squeezing it. “Just be patient, aight? It’ll be worth the wait, promise.”

You throw your head back with a groan and it makes Rafe chuckle. His ever impatient girl. But he can’t be giving away in secrets no matter how cute you are when you pout. Not tonight. Tonight had to be perfect. He drove out here to this spot you’ve been begging him to take you before picking you up to set everything up and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit nervous. Which was out of character for him. Rafe Cameron doesn’t get nervous. But with you? It’s different. He pulls onto a dirt road before putting the car in park and when you reach for your blindfold he bats your hand away.

“I said no peaking, brat. Keep it on till I say.” Rafe cuts the engine and exits the car so he can come around to let you out. He offers you a hand down and guides you into his arms before leaning down and placing a kiss to your temple. “Can’t have you spoiling the surprise. C’mon.”

He drags you along and you can tell you’re walking through grass and dirt but other than that you’re clueless as to where you are. You keep stumbling every few steps and you hear Rafe playfully scoff before he’s lifting you in his arms and carrying you bridal style. He carries you to what you assume is his desired destination before setting you down gently on your feet again.

“Stay here. And keep that shit on, I mean it.” Rafe’s large finger taps the blindfold on your eyes before you hear some shuffling around. He approaches you again, this time standing behind you with his arms looped around your waist. “Okay, you can take it off now.”

When you pull the cloth from your eyes you can’t help but gasp. You’re standing in what looks like an abandoned mausoleum, surrounded by candles. There’s a blanket spread out with a bottle of wine and the vintage picnic basket you found at the thrift store last year. He even brought the Jack O’ Lanterns you carved together a few days ago and lit them up. Tears well in your eyes as you take in the scene before you.

“Wow - Rafe, I - you did all this?” Your voice cracks and your lip wobbles. When you and Rafe met he wasn’t really a romantic guy at all and over time you’ve softened him up but he’s never done anything like this. “For me?”

“Yeah, baby, f’course. Who else?” He whispers in your ear and kisses down your throat and god you want to blow him right this instant. You grind your ass down against him and he laughs into your neck, his breath fanning against your skin only spurring you on. “Always so horny. C’mon, let’s eat first, lil succubus.”

You and Rafe are sitting on the blanket, enjoying the meal he definitely had the cook put together because there’s no way in hell he could ever cook something like this. You’ve been joking and laughing, sharing sweet kisses and dreams about the future. You look around you, smiling. This really is the best date you’ve ever been on. It’s so thoughtful and so you. Rafe has always taken the time to see you for who you are and that’s one of the things that made you fall in love with him. Tonight is no exception.

“Hey, that guy isn’t lit!” You point at the pumpkin directly in front of you and gasp dramatically. “How could you leave him in the dust like this!? You’re evilllll.”

Rafe smiles at you knowingly. You fell for his trap, hook, line, and sinker.

“Why don’t you light it then, baby?” He takes a lighter out of his pocket and hands it to you. You take it gleefully and crawl over to the pumpkin. Giving Rafe a delicious view of those red lace panties under those little tights you have on. He can’t wait to fucking rip them in half and shove his cock balls deep inside you.

He watches as you take the top off the pumpkin and look inside expecting to find a candle. But instead, there’s a little red velvet box sitting at the bottom of it. You turn back towards your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow and he tilts his head, encouraging you to go on. You reach inside and pull out the box, your hands shaking. Is this really what you think it is? Rafe gets you jewelry all the time, but he never makes such a show of it.

“Go on, princess, open it.” When you flip the lid of the box, your hand flies to your mouth and your eyes well up with tears.

“Rafe, I - what is this?“ you turn toward him and almost jump out of your skin because he’s directly behind you, still towering over you on one knee as you crouch on the ground holding the box with the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen in your life inside.

“Bats. I think you know what it is…” Rafe laughs and the sound is like music to your ears, you love his laugh. “I’ve loved you since… well, since you yelled at me in that cemetery and told me off, if I’m being honest. I’ve never met anyone like you, baby girl. And I’m not - you know I’m not the best with words but I wanna spend the rest of my life with your weird little ass. Marry me?”

“Are you serious!? Of fucking course I’ll marry you, idiot!!” You squeal and jump into him, throwing your arms around his neck as the tears in your eyes start to flow down your cheeks. You lean back and place a sweet, messy kiss on his lips as you practically crawl into his lap.

“Yeah? I’m really fuckin’ glad because if you said no I was going to have to lock you in the basement until you changed your mind…” Rafe smirks at you and you burst out laughing. He plucks the box from your hand so he can pull the beautiful, skull, pearl ring from it and slide it onto your dainty freshly manicured finger. He made sure you got a fresh set before this. He knows how you are.

“That’s fucking hot. Maybe we could do that sometime, just for fun?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him and Rafe groans at the thought of you all helpless and tied up for him.

“Fuck. I might have to take you up on that, princess.” Rafe takes your face in his hands and looks down at you sweetly, making your insides melt. “But right now? I need you to bend the fuck over so I can show my future wife how much I fuckin’ love her…”

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lemonlimestar · 3 months ago

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personally, i don’t understand how someone can like [post-crisis, as this is a mostly post-crisis blog] tim & just… not acknowledge his deep relationships with certain people?? sorry, but we wouldn’t have tim drake without dick grayson. despite his many, many, many, many flaws, bruce and tim have a strong enough bond that tim uprooted to go search for him & that’s not even mentioning the push and pull of his relationships with both jack and bruce. points at that bit in contagion where he asks that jack knows he didn’t love bruce more than him. and need i remind you that he also loves his mom?? he reiterated that he wanted his parents to be back home with him Because he loved them! and they loved him! and in that same plot point (contagion) he dreams that she’s back and cooking the meals she used to when he was younger :( like guys christmas eve was literally his mommy’s funeral!!! if u even care!!!

(u don’t or i wouldn’t be making this post LMAO)

timsteph truther or Not, the impact she has on him can’t just be swept to the wayside for mediocre at best yaoi (megfitz i am looking at u). they’re best friends! and despite all the grief they put each other through they still cling to each other! tim makes wally take him all the way back to gotham during nml to make sure he’s there when steph gives birth!

same goes with him & kon + yj/cassie & bart in general. they are clingy and territorial and clingy and tim is their best friend (and he thinks of them the same). like i’m sorry. ik i joke about this but genuinely how are we glossing over damn near 100 fucking cloning attempts. they were his colors??? bro. ik they bicker in yj98 but brother i’m gonna be real with u they All do that. they’re all passively mean to each other within their friendship & banter & such, kon and tim just so happen to also have the problems with tim’s secret identity more upfront. (which cools instantly after it’s kinda resolved for them in wwyj). timcassie will never read as romantic to me, but does it have to be romantic for the way they fell into each other after kon (and then bart :[) dies to be compelling?? u wouldn’t know this bc it’s very unlikely that u fall into this camp and have also read impulse 95, but did u even know that tim is one of the first people bart turns to when he’s stuck on an issue?? did u know that kon does the same on his solo?? did u know that cassie jokingly(lovingly) calls him her sidekick??

i just feel like the many friendships and relationships that tim has is part of what makes him himself. he’s the team-up guy!! he loves his family and friends!! his closest friends are family to him!! and this isn’t getting into his relationships that are usually ignored entirely or straight up made one dimensional (babs, cass, helena, damian, etc, etc) (to which i would say read nml, read last laugh, read fresh blood, read cry of the huntress, read cry for blood, read gates of gotham)

#sorry i’m just. erugh #no one is gonna completely follow tim & i like yj as a whole + most of batfam so ik im biased #but how do u love tim without at least acknowledging how/who he loves… idk idk #tim drake #what’s bro yappin about #dc #anti timbern #?#it’s heavily implied #if someone mentions jtodd im blowing all of us up #taps the sign (the sign says this post is about people tim LOVES)

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years ago

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How would the suitors reaction be when their wife ( Crewle daughter) is pregnant with triplets? And meeting the kids after birth?

With Ruggie, Jack, Lions, Malleus, Silver, Trey, Vil and Ace

Triplets Are Here | Yandere Twisted Wonderland Crewel Daughter

Ruggie Bucci

“What can I say I’m a beast in bed!”

He’s not going to act like it even could have been inherited to you

He’s got a whole new air of confidence

Not only does he have the woman of his dreams

But he knocked her up times three

Hopefully that will squash anyone else’s delusions about being with you

Either way he doesn’t mind getting rid of them the old fashioned way

“Awww they look like we had babies! Oh wait-”

“Just focus on feeding that one.”

“Yes Mama!”

Jack Howl

“...!”

“Jack?”

“!!!!”

“Jack?!”

“!!!!”

“If you faint now, I won’t catch you!”

This is the best news

A strong litter, a perfect mate

He’s protecting his already larger than average pack

“Back away or I will not hesitate to end your life. I’ve got four lives to protect now.”

Leona Kingscholar

“Geez…three?”

“Don’t make that face.”

“What face? I’m just surprised you took me so well.”

He has mixed feelings about it

Especially when he’s catering to you as your belly swells to an almost unbelievable size

And you groan in pain

“Why don’t the brats just get here. I hate seeing you in pain.”

He’s heard of other lions so jealous they kill their kin

But as he holds the little bundles he can’t begin to fathom it

He might just cry

Malleus Draconia

“If you and I were not made for each other, theres noway this could be.”

He’s ecstatic

But the entirety of Briar Valley and the world around you must be made to cater to you

Devoted to your comfort and health above all else

he even struggles to let Crewel see you

“Nothing will ever hurt my loves. My babes. My wive. I’d curse the world for you.”

Genocide Murder spree ensues should there be any pain or assassination attempts

No one’s so much as flicking you

He’d sooner rend them to ash

Silver

“Three…at the same time…?”

“Yes so we’ll have to get three times the baby equipment and–Silver?”

“Three…in…you?”

He’s barely processing any of it

Even when he’s practically carrying the four of you as you waddle places

“Our babies…”

“Aren’t they precious they have your eyes!”

“M-m-my eyes-? Agh-!”

“Its okay babe this is a good time to cry.”

“H-how did Dad do it!? I-I’m never letting any of you leave me!”

Any protective traits are amplified even higher

And if there was ever a time he refused to kill anyone in his pursuit for love

That has long since past

Trey Clover

“Well I did always say I wanted a big family!”

He’s thrilled to see your tummy rounding with his children

All while you incessantly demand for his sweets and cooking

And he’s jumping to his tooth brush after a rough morning

But its all made even better when they arrive

Little mixes of his love and himself

“They’ll have the cutest little teeth!”

He definitely saves them when they get older

But he’s the perfect papa

Poisoned sweets and all

Vil Schoenheit

“We’ll be parents…is that registering?”

“Barely. When we agreed to marry I doubted ever moving further than that.”

“Does it make you unhappy?”

“Not in the slightest.”

He’s brimming with anxiety

Worry eating away as he contemplates his own jealousy and the excitement of having a child

It doesn’t become much easier when the triplets arrive

He despises the paparazzi

So much so he’s willing to set his rabid fans on them

Purge them of every photo of his adorable babes

He’s the only one who gets the honor

A dazzling photo of your delivery is only for his eyes

Doxx the peeping toms

“They’re all mine. I’m willing to lose everything for them.”

Ace Trappola

“Dang! I really am amazing–Ow! Joking, joking.”

He couldn’t be happier

What better way to prove his love ownership of the sexiest woman alive if it weren’t for the giant round belly you had

And soon to be three little rascals that are further testaments of his status

He’ll whine about things

Probably more than you

But in the end he’s glowing with pride as you look down at your freshly born babies

“Ehehe they can’t deny that I may have children for days but I’ve got game.”

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bunybunn · 4 months ago

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Alright the drama continues and somehow it got worse. I'm glad I found a transcript of Dream's video on twitter (by @/NORsevvy here it is if anyone wants to read it) and I want to annalise it a little because I can.

Let's start with the part where he apologised for r-word and if you think about if he did that right after he posted that stupid meme we wouldn't have this drama but that wouldn't be his style.

What icked me immediately what the way he used Tubbo's stream as if through all of it he was agreeing with Dream. Especially since Tubbo actually shared very similar sentiment to Tommy when he talk about how, sure he does agree with the dumb jokes their friends group makes but he still stands by them. Besides using Tubbo as a gotcha didn't sit right with me because let's be honest as much as he is one of Tommy's best mates so is Jack and that guy wasn't as nice when it came to Dream.

After that Dreams moves to Tommy talking about Dream and his friend group being sexist and immediately he skips over the context, which in this case was the George situation and no matter how you saw it they way they talk about the situation by immediately downplaying the accusations didn't make them look good. To add to the irony we learned thanks to Ludwig that, yeah actually Dream did called two different women "whore" and only defended (and not apologise mind you) himself about one of those.

Something that I found interesting is how Dream has tendency to got on the sarcastic rants about "what if there were bad rumours/jokes about you Tommy" as if that was actual genuine argument. All of this only to then to hold the fact Tommy interacted with Dream's friends after the accusations. All of this to then pull the Logan Paul messages to prove how insincere Tommy is... As if it wasn't a case of him losing respect to content creator he looked up.

Another funny bit in my personal opinion is how he showed clip of Tommy say Dream was holding his help over his head and Dream immediately proceeded to do just that by pointing out how they called for hours talking about YouTube with no exceptions(!!! 😮😮😮) and how Tommy at the age of 16 was grateful for it. He is trying very hard to make it seems like the good guy but just by looking at the way he puts is as arguments why Tommy couldn't criticise him or express how Dream made him feel back then very much is giving holding his kindness over other people's head. What makes it worse is the way he takes Tommy owning the fact that he was one of the people who were behind the success of the dream smp because he was the one who started the idea of making stream that have roleplay and plot. Having Dream use it as another gotcha to call Tommy egoistic for it was very dishonest.

Then you have the merch part of the argument and I will be so real there is no argument that wouldn't make selling yours baby photos to fans sound fucking weird. Funny enough Tommy never mentioned Dream's merch company scamming people he simply shared an opinion that he thinks Dream's merch designs are lazy. Additionally notice how Dream took Tommy's words out of context as he was comparing his work on writing a book, doing standup the legit way not relying on his internet popularity and making a proper podcast to Dream just putting out simple standard merch and using very weird ideas to make profits from it. Tommy has been growing and trying new things which yeah I would say are bit more impressive then making the exact same type of videos for years. Perhaps that's why Dream didn't like the video where Tommy was talking about how Internet in fact got worse because that's the Internet Dream is enjoying being stuck in.

Dream still not getting that massaging someone's mom is crossing a boundar despite being told that that's the case by more then one person feels so dishonest especially when he is framing it as if every one are unreasonable... He brought fucking c!Dream reference to prove it and one more clip of younger Tommy praising him as if that somehow made his point more valid.

All that to say that what Tommy felt about the way Dream treated him and how he acted was somehow not as valid as Dream using his response to do a very similar thing. There was a lot of me, me, me in Dream's video without even acknowledging that perhaps he was making other people dislike him with his own actions.

#tommyinnit #dream situation #discorse

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sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth · 1 month ago

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═ Monday you can fall apart ═

Chapter 4 - Wait

Chapter overview

CWs fix-it, grief, some angst, set in season 15. 8.3k words

It’s eight years before Dean sees her again.

Here’s what happens: he goes to Purgatory. He spends a year in such depraved violence that he comes out the other end with all the softness buried deep, hidden away. He thinks of her, and then something comes up, Sam gets sick, someone he loves dies, something else tries to burn down the world and it lands on him to stop it. More violence.

He stays away just long enough that he thinks he’s fooled himself. He knows the week happened, but he examines his wish to go back, to stay with her and it feels alien to him. How did he ever think that that would work? How could he ever think that his life could be something other than what it is?

He dreams about her all the time, about the house. There’s music in the next room, distorted. He’s not sure what he’s looking for, only that he will never find it. He’s seen some bad things, done some bad things. The nightmares he has are nothing compared to this. He feels so lost.

Once, he wakes up crying. Feels embarrassed even though there’s no one there to see him. He thinks what would John think? and a deep part of him stirs, roars its ugly head.

Every day he doesn’t call her, doesn’t go to her he also knows he will have to justify why he didn’t call her, why he didn’t come to see her. He realizes, much too late, that she has no way to contact him. He’s the one who would need to contact her and the fact that he doesn’t fills him with shame. Just another person he’s let down.

He goes back to sleeping with strangers, women whose names he often doesn’t remember and who don’t remember his. Women who enjoy his company but don’t look at him like they can see right through to his soul. The familiarity of it is like a bad habit rebuilding itself inside of him, and before he knows it, it doesn’t feel like betrayal anymore. It just feels like sex.

He drinks more. He feels a self-righteous anger at softness and weakness. He doesn’t have to wonder what John would think, because John never left, he’s surviving in him.

Weeks pass where he doesn’t think about her and then suddenly it’s like she’s standing next to him. He feels a pull at the base of his neck when that happens, like someone is grasping him and trying to pull him into the ground, through the earth. He has to swallow, wait for the feeling to pass.

He tries to imagine going back there but he doesn’t fit into the picture anymore. He doesn’t have that softness that she uncovered in him anymore. It’s calcified, turned hard.

He gets his mother back, for a while. She once asks him if there is anyone special in his life, and he says yes before he can think about it. It shocks him, that he does. And then, when he realizes she is his someone special, but she is not in his life, a deep wave of sadness comes over him. When Mary asks who it is, he makes it a joke, pretends he was talking about his car. It’s a disgusting joke and he knows she would not let him get away with it. But he doesn’t know how to explain it to Mary, how to tell her that there is a woman out there who loved him, who makes him feel like he is not rotten, and that he has not gone to her even though he’s had years to do so.

Then he loses Mary, and then he loses Jack, and then he loses Castiel. At this point, so much of what he used to be is gone. He used to make people feel safe around him, but he threatens both Jack and Sam with a gun, and he’s pretty sure he’s not that person anymore. He knows now that everything that has happened in his life has been decided by someone else. Like a sick want it makes him need to prove his wrongness. The world disappears around him. It feels like it’s been that way for years.

And then something happens. He and Sam face off with Chuck and they win, kind of, and then all of a sudden Dean is free. He doesn’t know what that means. It sounds nice, but he doesn’t know what to do with it. If none of his choices were his, then who is he, really? It makes his head hurt to think about it, and it also scares him, so he stops after a second.

And in the second after that, he thinks of her. The memory is almost violent, so intense that he feels dizzy. She’s in her garden, and for a moment he thinks he can smell fresh-cut grass, hear the buzz of bees. Feel her skin touch his. That’s when he realizes it’s not a memory – at least not his. He’s not seeing her from his eyes, but he’s seeing her and then he’s seeing himself as well. He’s there and he’s smiling and he’s holding her hand.

It’s gone the next time he blinks. Self-doubt and self-hatred rage in him, try to fight back against another feeling that is warming him, making him almost queasy with lightness. It’s hope.

He’s packed a bag an hour later. It’s fast and it’s impulsive and he’s not sure if that’s a good thing. Maybe he should sit, think about this. So often he rushes into things and it’s not good, but he doesn’t know how to stop it, how to stop himself from being this way.

He walks into the library where Sam is sitting, jacket on, bag over his shoulder. Sam looks up, a questioning look in his face.

“What’s up?” he asks. Dean walks up to where Miracle is lying, pats the dog behind the ear.

“I need to take care of something,” he responds. “Not sure how long it’ll take.” He pats his leg and Miracle gets up. When he turns back to Sam, his brother is looking at him with a clueless expression on his face.

“Okay,” Sam says. “Anything I need to know?”

Dean’s not sure how to explain it, so he just says: “Remember Earl’s bar?” He can watch the process on Sam’s face and it makes his heart warm with love for his brother. Sam thinks and thinks and Dean can almost see him walk through the halls of his mind, trying to remember where he heard that name. Then there is the slight eyebrow raise at remembering, and then he closes his mouth when he really remembers. When he remembers what Dean could be going back to.

“Are you sure?” Sam asks, his voice careful. “I mean you haven’t been there in… a long time, right?” Eight years, Dean thinks. Eight years.

He nods. “Yeah, but I have to.” Sam nods in that wise way he does.

“I think you should do it,” he says then. It surprises Dean a little. Usually Sam is the reasonable one. What he’s about to do isn’t very reasonable. But having Sam encourage him feels good. He nods at his little brother.

“I’ll be back soon,” he says, and Sam tilts his head.

“Or don’t,” he says and Dean has to take a breath. He steadies himself, nods again.

“I’ll call you,” he says instead. Sam leans back in his chair, a little smile on his face.

“Drive safe,” he says, and then there’s nothing else to say so Dean pats his leg again to have Miracle follow him, and he goes.

The drive is long but he takes his time. He takes long breaks. There’s a national park on the way that he spends a day in. Miracle loves the drive, sits in the passenger seat, panting. Once he barks at a motorcycle passing by, like he’s challenging it, could easily take it. It makes Dean chuckle. “Good boy,” he says, pats Miracle’s head. “Don’t ever stop believing in yourself.”

He turns on the radio, sort of not really listening, concentrating on the road before him. His finger is tapping away and then he’s humming, and before he knows it he hears the words Saturday, wait. Sunday always comes too late. He actually has to laugh.

He arrives in town on Friday, in the early evening. He drives slowly through the streets, looking at everything and the way it jogs his memory is insane. He walked these streets once, holding her hand. How did he ever doubt that he should come back?

He drives up to the long road to the house, rolls his window down, feels light. Then he’s pulling up in front of her house. It looks the same, he thinks. It looks like eight years have passed.

He’s walking up the short way to the porch when he realizes he didn’t see another car parked in front of the house. She might not be there. She might not even live here anymore.

He goes up to the door. It’s still her name on the door bell. He rings it, just in case. No answer, so he knocks, but he already knows the house is empty. For a moment, he’s lost with what to do. He looks down at Miracle, who’s wagging his tail. The bench that he sat on with her is still on the porch, so he sits down on it. He thinks about getting the lawnmower from where it still might be in the shed, but then thinks better of it. That might be overdoing it a little bit.

It’s a few hours later that he hears a car approaching. His heart jumps into his throat for a second. It’s not the car she had last time, so he wonders if it’s someone else. It parks behind the Impala, and three people get out. She’s the one driving, and he’s never seen the other two, both men. He doesn’t look at them for long. He sees only her.

As she’s getting out she is looking at the Impala. His eyes have gotten progressively worse over the last years, so he can’t see her expression. But she looks at the car for a long time. The man who was sitting on the passenger side walks around the car up to her, says something to her, she answers. The other one, the one who was in the backseat, sees him first. He says something as well and she looks at him. Looks at him sitting on her porch, eight years older, a dog at his feet.

She lowers her head for a second. Then she says something to the man next to her. He nods, and then she is walking towards Dean.

Dean stands up, not sure what to do with his hands. As she comes closer he can see her face better. She looks older, just like he does, and he loves it on her. There’s a few lines around her mouth and her eyes she didn’t have the last time they saw each other, and he wants nothing more than to put his fingers against them, trace them. She stops at the bottom of the stairs.

“Wow,” she says. She is looking at him, at his face and he wonders if she’s noticing the same things about him, the lines, the changes. He’s known her for almost twenty years at this point and she’s more beautiful every time he sees her.

“So you’re not dead,” she says. Her voice sounds flat.

“No,” he says, and he feels she rush of shame he’s felt so often. She thought he might be dead and he let her believe it.

“Not for lack of trying, though,” he adds, not sure if he should be making jokes.

“Hmm,” she only says. There’s silence, for a moment. “And what are you doing here?”

Dean only has the truth. “I wanted to see you.”

Miracle walks forward then, standing at the edge of the stairs. She reaches her hand out, pets him.

“Who’s this guy?” she asks, looking at Miracle, trying to make her voice sound light but Dean thinks it might be shaky.

“That’s Miracle,” he says. She doesn’t look at him, keeps her eyes on the dog, scratching under his chin.

Dean says her name. She ignores it, so he says it again. Finally she looks up at him. There are tears in her eyes.

Just then, one of the men, the one that was standing next to her, walks up the path to the house.

“Hey,” he says, “everything okay here?” She sniffs, stops petting Miracle, wipes her hands and turns around.

“All good.”

The man is handsome, maybe a few years younger than Dean and her. Right now, he’s scanning Dean, a frown on his face.

“Uhm, Dean, this is Andrew. Andrew, this is Dean.” There’s a second where something goes over Andrew’s face, something like realization. Then he extends his hand to Dean. Dean takes it and shakes it.

“Nice to meet you, Dean,” he says, his voice a little hesitant.

“Likewise,” Dean says. He’s not sure what is going on.

Andrew clears his throat, clearly a little uncomfortable. He turns to her where she’s standing next to him, staring at the floor of the porch.

“How about Eric and I get the groceries in?” Andrew suggests, “and you guys can catch up.” She looks up, puts her hands on her hips.

“Sure, that sounds good,” she says. She’s not looking at Dean. He’s looking at her but she’s not looking at him.

Andrew walks back to the car, saying a few words to the other man – Eric? – who turns around and looks at Dean. Andrew gently grabs him by the arm and pulls him to the trunk of the car. Dean looks away from them, back at her. She looks like she is shaking herself out of a thought for a moment, then finally looks up at him.

“There’s a, uhm, little forest path over here,” she says, pointing behind her. “If Miracle needs some nature time.” Dean bends down, pats Miracle on the side.

“I’m sure he would love that,” he replies.

He comes down the porch stairs and they start walking towards the cars, just as Andrew and Eric emerge from behind the car with grocery bags in their hands. Eric shoots him a “hi” as they walk past him, and Dean nods back.

The path starts right beyond the property. Dean doesn’t remember if he knew about it when he was last here or not. They start walking, and she’s not speaking. She has her arms wrapped around her. Dean keeps stealing glances at her but she doesn’t return them. Miracle runs ahead a little, but always stops and looks back, waits for them, then runs ahead again. He doesn’t like being alone.

“So,” Dean finally says, because he cannot bear the silence anymore. “Who are your friends?” She clears her throat.

“Uhm, Andrew is Earl’s nephew. He lived with Earl with a while when he was younger, and we became really good friends. Eric’s his husband.”

“They’re visiting?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, kind of,” she says, not elaborating. Dean nods.

“How’s the bar?” he asks next, hoping to find an in, hoping she will just finally look at him. She presses her lips together.

“It’s good,” she says after a while. “I’m actually thinking about selling it. The house too.”

Dean stops in his tracks. “Really? Why?” She stops too, turns around in his direction.

“Sometimes it’s just time to move on,” she says. “It’s why Andrew and Eric are here, actually. They’re helping me fix some stuff in the house, in case I want to look for a buyer.”

Dean shakes his head. “But you love the bar. You love the house.”

She finally looks at him. She narrows her eyes a little. “You don’t actually know that much about me, Dean.”

Phew, it hurts. He doesn’t feel like it’s true, but he knows it is. That’s what makes it hurt so much.

“Were you in prison, or something?” she asks him then. Kind of, but he doesn’t say that. He knows it’s not what she means.

“No,” he says.

She nods. “Are you sick? Are you dying?”

“No,” he says again.

“Then why are you here?” she asks. He raises his hands, then drops them.

“Like I said, I wanted to see you,” he responds.

She turns down the corners of her mouth, nods. “Eight years and you suddenly want to see me? Just out of the blue?”

How can he explain this to her? He doesn’t know what to tell her but the truth, whatever it is.

“Things kept happening,” he says and immediately thinks it’s a stupid thing to say. “There was always something I needed to do, something I needed to fight." What he doesn't say: And I think it changed me and I didn’t want you to see me like this.

Her eyes are still narrowed at him. “I thought you were dead,” she says and he really doesn’t blame her.

“I’m sorry about that,” he says. She nods, then turns around and keeps walking. He waits for a second, not sure if she wants him to come. When she notices he’s not following, she turns around.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks. He has a million answers to that. He’s waiting for her to let him in, or to tell him to leave. As always, she doesn’t do what he expects her to do. So he starts walking, catches up to her.

It’s a circular route and it takes them just under an hour to get back to the house. Miracle is happy as can be, and Dean feels like his lungs are actually filled with air for the first time in a long time. They don’t talk, not really, but slowly the silence moves from uncomfortable to somewhat comfortable. It’s like they are getting a little more used to be in each other’s vicinity again.

The walk is easy and level for the most part, except for one spot where there is a boulder sticking halfway out of the ground in the middle of the path. Dean climbs over it although he could go around, then turns around to reach out his hand for her to take. He does it without thinking about it and when he suddenly feels her skin on his, he flinches. He looks at her and she looks at him and they stay like that for a second. Then she moves forward, steps over the boulder. She lets go of his hand immediately. He makes a fist, almost feeling the ghost of her there still.

They reach the house and stop walking, both looking at it.

“You want to stay for dinner?” she asks without looking at him. “Yes,” he says, “I would love to.”

Andrew isn’t there when they come in, but Eric is just setting the table.

“There you are,” he says. His tone is friendly, and his voice soft. “Good walk?” She doesn’t really answer, but it’s not a problem, because Eric is immediately distracted by Miracle. He kneels down, letting him sniff his hand. Just then, Andrew comes in. He's coming up from the basement.

She turns to him. “Any luck?”

He shakes his head. “I think this is beyond my expertise. I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head. “Thank you for trying, anyway.” Andrew nudges her shoulder with his elbow as he walks past her to the sink.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asks.

“Oh,” she replies, “it’s the boiler downstairs, it’s been acting up. It’s fine now that it’s warm but if I wanna sell this place I need to get it up and running first.”

“I could take a look,” Dean suggests.

“You really don’t have to,” she says, too quickly.

“But I can,” he says, not willing to let this go. “Andrew can show me the ropes.”

They sit down to eat. Eric’s the more talkative one of the two so he asks Dean lots of questions. It turns out they know about his world, know about hunters, even though they’ve never been in the life themselves. He asks them questions, learns about them. She mostly listens. Then he and Andrew talk about the boiler, about what he thinks the problem might me.

She runs her hand through her hair. “God, this is just so frustrating,” she says. “I just want it to work well enough that someone will buy this place.” Andrew shrugs. He’s just sitting down after getting more beers for everyone.

“You know what I think about that,” he mumbles, handing out the beers.

She looks at him, raises one eyebrow. “You can always take it off me,” she says, and there’s a smile playing on her lips.

“Like I told you,” Andrew says, smiling as well. “I would turn into an axe murderer if I lived out here. I didn’t want it when Uncle Earl died, and I don’t want it now.”

“Then why do you care?” she says, and takes a sip of her drink.

“You love this place! Why would you sell it? It’s idiotic!” Andrew replies in a passionate tone. She throws Dean a look that sort of says don’t you dare. He has to grin, because it’s not a mean look. Eric turns to him.

“They’re always like this. I’ve seen actual siblings that fight less.” Andrew says “yeah, yeah,” and in the same moment she says “whatever”. Eric chuckles at them, and Dean has to as well. She looks at him again, just very briefly. It’s a different look. It’s like she forgot to be irritated by his presence for a second.

Dinner winds down and Eric puts on some music. They have some more drinks, Andrew and Eric talking about traveling, where they’ve been recently, where they’re planning to go next. Dean listens, watching them. The way they are with each other moves him. They’re like a two-piece puzzle, each meeting the other where he ends. They tease each other, gently, with a familiarity that he finds he envies.

He looks over at her. She has her legs tugged under her, is laughing at something Eric said. He’s been here only a few hours and things have been a little icy, but already his heart is full to the brim.

It gets later, and they drink a little more. There’s more laughing. Dean tells a story of a time he got in trouble with his father as a teenager. He tells it in a way that it’s funny but it’s hard, he realizes. It used to be his go-to, would always get howling laughter in return. Now he tells it, and it doesn’t feel funny anymore. He clears his throat, feels embarrassed.

“Guess it’s not really a funny story,” he concludes.

He looks up, and she is looking at him. There is something in her face, she looks sad, but she looks sad for him. Usually he can’t stand pity, but he finds he can accept hers.

“Parents, man,” Andrew says, kindly filling the silence. “No one can mess you up quite like them.”

Eric raises his bottle.

“To parents,” he says, “the good ones and the really, really shitty ones.” They all chuckle at that, and cheers.

It’s quiet for a moment, then she speaks. “You know, it’s crazy, and maybe it’s because they died so suddenly, but I’m forty and sometimes I still just want my mom.” She looks up, like she’s surprised at what she said.

“Me too,” Dean says. She looks back at him and they keep looking at each other.

“Can I pick a different mother?” Eric asks, and they look to him. “I feel like I like the concept better than my actual mother. She’s kind of evil.” They all chuckle, but it’s a sad one.

Soon after, Eric and Andrew say they’re going to bed. They walk up to the guest room, so Dean grabs his keys.

“What are you doing?” she asks him, frowning.

“Gonna find a place to sleep,” Dean responds. “Or maybe sleep in the car.”

She shakes her head. “That’s ridiculous. You can sleep upstairs with me.” Dean freezes, and she sees.

“Please, Dean,” she says, smiling a little. “We’re adults. You can sleep in my bed, it’s fine.”

Fine. Dean feels his head spin. He’ll be able to listen to her breathe, look at her. It’s more than fine. It’s so much more than fine.

They go upstairs and she goes to the bathroom first, comes back in an oversized t-shirt and cotton shorts. He goes next. When he comes back into the bedroom, she’s already in bed, Miracle lying at its foot on the floor.

“This okay?” she asks. “He came upstairs, I think he was looking for you.”

“If it’s okay with you,” he says. She nods as he sits down on the bed, incredibly aware of how close he is about to be to her. He lies down.

“You know,” she says, “we used to have this giant old German shepherd when I was a kid. He was so beautiful. I miss that, having this snoring thing of fur in the room when going to sleep.”

Dean lays his hands on his chest. “Miracle is basically a white noise machine,” he says, and she chuckles at that. “I never got to have a dog as a kid, so it’s nice.”

He looks at her. She’s lying on her side, facing him, one hand between her face and the pillow. They look into each other’s eyes for a long time.

Then suddenly she is pushing herself up and moves closer to him. Her lips land on his before he can understand what is going on, but the second he does, his hands are in her hair and he is pulling her closer. He thinks he’s going to die with how hard his heart is beating. She sighs into his mouth and then her hands are at the hem of his t-shirt, running under it and pushing it up in the process. The speed of it all is giving him whiplash and just when he wonders if he should stop this, if this is going way too fast, she pulls away from him. She sits back, one hand going over her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she says. He can’t tell her how much she doesn’t need to apologize, how much he wants her to keep going, and how fine he would also be if he could simply hold her, simply look at her.

“It’s fine,” he says instead. That word needs to carry a lot that day.

“It’s just—” she interrupts herself, scoffs. “You showed up at a really strange time.”

He nods. “Does that have anything to do with why you want to sell the house and the bar?” She lets her hand drop from her face, and nods.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asks carefully. He sits up, his back against the headboard of the bed. She looks at his face, chews at the inside of her lip.

“I got married,” she says then. The spike of jealousy that runs through Dean is physically painful. He tries to hide it, not have it show on his face, but he’s not sure how successful he is.

“You’re married?” he asks. She slowly shakes her head.

“No,” she says then. “I also got divorced.” She tries to make it sound like it’s funny, but fails.

“He said to me, uhm,” she continues, and Dean just listens, “he said that I’m hiding out. That everything here, staying here, the house, the bar, never changing anything, that he thinks I never left that house my parents were killed in. That I’m still hiding out.” She takes a shuddering breath. “And I’m really scared that he’s right.”

Dean takes her hand where it’s lying on the mattress. He has to. She doesn’t pull away. He looks back at her face, and a tear is just rolling down it. He squeezes her hand.

“He’s wrong,” he says.

She shrugs. “I don’t know.” They’re quiet for a little bit.

“I’m sorry I just barge in on you like this,” Dean finally says, his voice quiet. “It’s not fair.”

She nods. “It’s not,” she agrees, “but I’m happy to see you.”

Dean smiles. “I’m happy to see you too.” And then because he needs her to understand: “You’re always even better than what I remember of you.” She looks like she wants to say something, but stops herself. Instead she says: “Let’s go to sleep.”

Dean pulls on her hand a little and she comes closer, then turns around. She lays down, and Dean lays down behind her, their hands never letting go. He puts his head close to her on the pillow, and when he breathes in he has to close his eyes. Her heady aroma hits him like a battering ram. They fall asleep like this, his arm over her, holding on to her hand.

She turns around in the night as he sees when he wakes up the next morning. She’s breathing quietly and slowly, her face utterly relaxed. Dean watches her for a while. He can’t get enough of her.

Eventually he gets up, walks downstairs. Miracle follows him and he lets him out the front door. He comes into the kitchen and Andrew’s there. “Morning,” he says, and Dean “mornin’s” back.

“Coffee?” Andrew asks. Seems he is just as monosyllabic as Dean is in the mornings. They sip coffee for a minute, looking outside.

“Wanna take a crack at that boiler?” Andrew finally asks. Dean nods. “Eric and I have to leave today, so this is my last chance to really break something,” Andrew clarifies. Dean chuckles.

They convene half an hour later downstairs. Andrew shows Dean what the problem is, or what he thinks the problem is. Dean takes a closer look. He’s more of a car guy, but the basics aren’t too different, or at least he hopes they’re not.

They work for a while, chat about this and that. At some point Dean asks how long he and Eric have been together.

“Twelve years,” Andrew replies.

“What’s the secret?” Dean asks. Andrew chuckles. “I’ll tell you when I find out,” he says. He’s loosening a screw on the boiler, pinches his lips together in concentration. “Honestly there’s part of me that’s still waiting for him to turn around, see what a fuck-up I am and leave me on the spot,” Andrew says, lowering his hands.

Dean grunts at that. Andrew doesn’t seem like a fuck-up to him.

“But he clearly loves you,” he says. “That’s not enough to make you think better of yourself?” Andrew scoffs.

“It’s not his problem to solve,” he says. “Maybe that’s the key.” He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

They’re quiet for a while. Then Andrew speaks up.

“So, I hate to do this,” he says, not looking at Dean, “cause it just feels pretty macho. But you’re not going to just leave her again, are you?” Dean looks up, studies Andrew’s face.

“You know about that?” he asks, a little uncomfortable. Andrew nods.

“I know enough,” he says. “And I know she’s had enough heartbreak in her life. So don’t add to it, okay?”

Dean doesn’t even need to think about his answer.

“I don’t want to,” and then, because they’re already having this strange conversation, he adds: “I want to make her happy.” Andrew stops what he’s doing, looks at Dean, surveying his face.

“Good,” he says. He doesn’t add anything else to the topic, so they just continue working.

After a while, they hear footsteps coming down the basement stairs. It’s Eric, telling Andrew they need to leave soon or they’ll miss their flight. They go back upstairs, and she’s there. She gives Dean a look that’s a little shy.

“I’m gonna drive these two to the airport,” she tells him. Dean nods.

“I’m gonna keep working on the boiler,” he says, grabbing an old towel Andrew is handing him for his hands. “If that’s okay.” She thinks for a second, all three men watching her.

“That’s okay,” she finally says. Dean thinks he sees Eric and Andrew exchange a look. Then they need to leave. They say goodbye, Eric petting Miracle for way too long, and then they’re out by the car and Dean is alone in the house. He goes back downstairs. The next airport must be a couple of hours away, so he settles into work. He makes himself a sandwich at some point, eating it over the sink, looking out the window. Then he goes back downstairs.

It’s early evening when she comes back. He hears the front door open, hears her call: “Dean?” She’s calling for him, in her house.

“I’m down here,” he calls back. He hears her walk around upstairs for a minute, then she’s on the stairs. She turns the corner, two beers in her hand. He takes one from her when his are free, their fingers touching for a moment.

“Any luck with that old thing?” she asks, leaning against the wall. He nods, takes a sip, then puts the beer down no an old work bench on the other side of the small room, and goes back to the boiler.

“I think I’m getting there,” he replies.

“I really appreciate that,” she responds. “I could pay you if you want.” Dean shakes his head.

“See it as me trying to make up for disappearing on you,” he replies. He can see her look down.

“You don’t have to make up for anything, Dean,” she says. “You don’t owe me anything.”

He stops what he’s doing, looks at her.

“It’s not about owing,” he says. “I just… I’m just not proud of it. I regret it.” They’re quiet for a while.

“Eric and Andrew are nice,” Dean says finally.

“They are,” she replies. “They really liked you, by the way.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean asks, feeling a little proud.

“Yeah,” she says, “I think for Andrew it might have been a little difficult, cause he saw me around the time you left last time.” She clears her throat. “But you made him come around.” Dean nods, looks over at her.

“So, I take it you did miss me?” he jokes. She looks a little mad for a second, crosses her arms in front of her.

“Yeah, I missed you, Dean. You left and I cried my little heart out and I waited for you to come back. And then you didn’t.” She sighs. “And then I realized that I had no way to contact you, no way to know where you were, if you were even alive. So I cried some more and then you didn’t come back, so at some point I just… stopped waiting.”

It shouldn’t hurt him so much to hear it. It’s been eight years. Of course’s she’s moved on. He nods, grimaces.

“Yeah,” he says.

“I mean, what,” she says, laughing a little, “you didn’t?” He makes a non-committal sound.

“Please,” she says, “you’re telling me that face and that charm didn’t catch you a bunch of cuties wanting to save you?”

Dean scoffs, thinks for a second. There was Lisa, of course, Cassie before that, but that was before her. He thinks about Amara but she falls out of the line-up completely. “No”, he says, looking back at what he’s doing.

“I mean there were women. But there wasn’t…” He needs to concentrate on what he’s doing for a second. Finally he drops his hands, and finishes: “There wasn’t anyone… special, as they say.”

He looks at her. She doesn’t look mad, he thinks. More sad now. Hurt maybe. She breaks the eye contact, turns her head to the side.

“I find that hard to believe,” she says.

“Maybe,” Dean responds, “but it’s the truth.”

He grabs the rag off his shoulder where he put it earlier, wipes his hands on it. Then he walks past her, comes close to her as he walks towards the work bench. He looks down at her for a second. She hasn’t moved her hands from where they are crossed across her chest. As he walks past their eyes meet and while his stomach contracts at that he thinks he can see her breath hitch. He cocks his head.

“I did make out with God’s sister, though,” he says, like it’s not a big deal and walks past her. He puts the rag on the table, turns around at the same time as she does. She’s frowning.

“What? God has a sister?” Dean leans against the table, takes up the beer and nods.

“Yeah, and I fought God. He’s an asshole.”

She nods. “Okay,” she says. Then she shakes her head. “Our lives are not the same.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You wanna take a break?” she asks. Dean shakes his head.

“I think I’m almost done.”

“Then can I at least make you dinner?” she asks. He nods.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Okay,” she says. “Give me an hour.”

She calls him upstairs when she’s done. It feels so natural. She’s kneeling next to the dining table when he comes in, petting Miracle.

“He’s too precious,” she says. He nods, grins. “Where did you get him?” she asks, just as they’re sitting down.

Dean raises his eyebrows. And then he tells her.

It takes the whole dinner. At the end, she is leaning back in her chair, one leg angled up to rest on the seat. She is sort of staring off into the distance.

“Holy shit,” she says.

“Yeah,” Dean says, picking up a final potato wedge with his fingers, puts it in his mouth. Then she laughs suddenly.

“So I guess you’ve been really busy the last few years,” she grins.

He nods, and because he thinks he knows where this is going, he adds: “I still should have come back here.”

She looks at him, the smile vanishing from her face. He looks around.

“You know, I get that you have to do whatever you have to do,” he says, “but I’d really miss this place.”

She nods. “Me too. But I guess the real world is out there.” Dean scoffs.

“Believe me, what’s out there isn’t as fun as it sounds. Not everything, at least.” She shrugs.

“Never been too impressed with it myself.”

Dean continues: “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with having a spot in the world, somewhere you love, and just being there.” He almost adds with somebody you love but that feels too cheesy. She rubs her forehead.

“I don’t know. I’ll have to see.” He nods.

They sit in silence for a while. Then Dean grabs some of the dishes.

“I’ll clean up,” he says.

”Wait,” she says. He stops what he’s doing. She’s still sitting where she was, and then she smiles a little at him. “Dance with me first.”

He doesn’t bother to pretend he doesn’t want to. He’s too old to be pretending things.

“Okay, boss,” he says, and she smiles at the nickname.

She gets up, goes to the record player. There’s a shelf next to it filled to the brim with records, and she looks through them. Then she pulls something out suddenly, turns around, a big grin on her face.

“Remember this?” she says. The sleeve is red with black scribbles and a blue circle on it. Dean doesn’t think he’s ever seen it before. She pulls one record out, puts it on. She places the needle, and then takes a dramatic step back, her hands raised.

Friday I’m in love starts playing and it makes Dean laugh.

“Oh, I remember,” he says. She turns around to him, her hips already moving, but she’s smiling, and it makes Dean so happy that he walks the few steps over to her and pulls her close by the elbows. She lets him, the sudden contact making them both gasp a little. He wonders if he shouldn’t have done it, if he should have kept his distance. But she’s so close to him and she’s looking into his eyes, and then she puts her arms around his neck.

He holds her waist and they’re exactly where they were almost twenty years ago. He can’t believe she’s seen so much of him, so many versions of him and yet she still puts her arms around him.

She’s putting her head against his shoulder, kind of bobbing but not too much because that would mean she would have to separate from him. He holds her closer. The next song comes on, much slower. One of his hands goes up to stroke the back of her neck, cupping his hand over her hair.

She pulls her head away from his shoulder then, leans back a little so she can look into his eyes. He thinks he sees tears in them. He thinks he might feel some in his too.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not mad, Dean,” she says, her voice quiet. “I’m just… look, it’s been so long, you know?” She sighs. “It’s been nearly a decade. Why are you here? Why now?”

“There’s been…” Dean starts, but he doesn’t know how to explain it. He’s told her everything, about Chuck, about Jack, about how he found out that none of his choices were his. He hasn’t told her how the first thing he wanted to do after, when he knew his decisions would be his, was see her. How that’s been the first thing he wanted to do a lot of times.

“Something happened, okay?” he says instead. “I wasn’t…”

And this time he thinks about the word, too. Thinks about what exactly he wants to say, what exactly he has inside of him.

“I wasn’t free,” he says finally, and it hits the nail on the head even better than he expected. “Even then, when I was here last, I wasn’t. If I had been, I would have stayed. But I couldn’t let things go, you know?” He’s not sure if he’s making any sense.

She’s listening intently, her face unreadable.

“I can let things go now,” he continues. He just wants to make her understand. “It’s, it’s just different.” She nods, slowly, carefully, like she doesn’t want to agree with him yet in case he pulls back on her.

There is only you the lyrics of the song now playing go.

“And I thought,” he says, and he just has to finish it, he just has to get it out. “All I wanted was to see you again, you know? I know that’s crazy. I know that in a way, we barely know each other. But I want to, okay? I want to know you.” She takes a deep breath.

“Dean,” she says and he wants that to be the only sound in the world, her saying his name. “It’s been so long,” she says again, her voice cracking a little, but it sounds different. She’s not telling him it’s been too long. She’s telling him she’s been waiting for him.

He closes the distance between them, takes one of her hands from around his neck and holds it in his. She tenses but doesn’t pull away.

“I know,” he says. “And maybe I’m too late. Maybe I’m an idiot who is chasing something I should just let go. But I can’t. Let it go, I mean.”

She looks up at him. She tries to blink the tears in her eyes away, but he saw them.

“I thought you could let things go now,” she says, trying to cover the emotions in her face. That makes him smile. How she’s listening to him, how she’s holding him to the things he says.

“Yeah,” he answers, “but this,” and he takes her hand and puts it against his chest. “This I can’t let go.”

She looks at him for a long time.

“I want to believe that,” she says, “I really do.”

“Then believe it,” Dean says. “Please believe it.” She opens her mouth, as if she’s about to say something, closes it again.

“Okay,” she finally says, “okay.”

Dean’s heart sings. He waits a second to see if she wants to say anything else. When she doesn’t, he leans down to kiss her. She pushes her face against his, and her breath hitches. Then they are kissing.

Dean feels high. He feels like all those years behind him are melting away. He feels like he’s been walking on glass for miles and miles and then he’s looking up and she’s there. It doesn’t make the pain worth it, it doesn’t erase it, but it gives him something else to feel. It makes all the good things shine brighter.

They kiss for a long time, until the record stops, only softly scratching in the background. They need to breathe at some point, so they separate. Her eyes are still closed when he looks at her, so he kisses her cheek, then her forehead, closing his eyes again because he wants to feel it as much as possible. His thumb goes along her cheek, and she sighs at the touch.

Then they just stand like that, only holding each other, only listening to the other breathe. At some point it is so quiet that he can hear her heartbeat, he thinks. Or maybe it’s his own. Or maybe it’s both.

A few days later he calls Sam. He’s standing outside the house and gets his brother's voice mail, so he hangs up. He holds the phone for a second, then dials again. This time when the voice mail comes on, he doesn’t hang up.

“Hey Sammy, it’s me,” he says. Then he’s lost for what to say for a moment.

“I, uhm, I’m not gonna come back to the bunker for now. I mean, I don’t know that I… Man, this is weird. I feel like I’m breaking up with you,” he chuckles.

“What I mean is, I’m gonna stay here for now. I’m gonna—we’re gonna see if we can make it work. I would love for you to come out, come see us at some point but I think right now we just need some time to ourselves, so uh…”

He thinks. “Miracle says hi,” he adds, feeling silly immediately.

He looks out, at the forest, the natural beauty around him. At what he gets to have. He looks for a long time before he remembers he's still on the phone.

“I’m happy, man,” he says into his phone, his voice a little shaky. “And I think I’m gonna chase that.”

He sniffs, nods to himself. “Okay, call me. Be safe.” He hangs up.

He’s not too worried about Sam. He’s the one who understood from the beginning that their business had a shelf life. If Dean hangs it up, Sam will probably do the same.

He walks back inside. She's putting some clothes away upstairs, folding them and humming to herself. He walks up to her just as she is folding a t-shirt, puts it on the bed. There’s already a neat pile. Most of the clothes are hers but a few of them are his. Dean thinks it’s the prettiest thing in the world, to see them combined like this.

She opens her arms when he walks up to her and pulls him in. He presses his face against her neck.

“Did you reach him?” she asks.

He answers, his voice muffled by her skin: “No, I’ll try again later.” He feels her nod. He lets go of her.

“I need to go into town,” he says. “Need some stuff for the boiler.”

“Okay,” she says. She looks at him and then kisses him.

They walk downstairs together. She doesn’t need to walk him out, but she does anyway. The last days they’ve been reluctant to part, even for a few minutes, always seeking each other out.

She kisses him again on the porch. Miracle is lying there as well and Dean briefly pats his head. As he walks down the stairs, he feels his phone buzz. He pulls it out and looks. It’s a message from Sam.

It says: Say hi to Miracle from me.

Just then, a second message arrives.

It reads: Be happy, Dean.

He feels a tug in his chest. Be happy. He sure will try.

“Hey,” she says behind him suddenly, and he turns around.

She’s standing there and she’s been watching him, the sun making her squint.

“You’re just going to the hardware store. Don’t take eight years this time, okay? I want you back here.”

He smiles, nods.

“Yes, boss,” he says.

He wants to say it again. He wants to say it forever. He wants to say it when they’re ninety and rheumatic. She’ll roll her eyes because it’s so cheesy, but he needs her to know.

Needs her to know that she rules him, that she’s owned him all along.

He turns and he walks away and she watches him leave.

In this version he comes back. He makes it out.

He gets a few years to just be in peace, to feel the sun, to breathe without waiting for the other shoe to drop.

There’s probably no version where he’s seventy and sitting in an armchair surrounded by grand-children, in a house that’s his, with a wife he calls boss or honey or darlin’ or just by her name. That’s maybe asking a little too much.

But a few good years. Maybe he gets those. And maybe he gets to spend them with her.

#supernatural #spn #fanfic #dean winchester #fanfiction #spn fanfic #dean winchester x reader #sorry's fics

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junplusone · 4 months ago

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seventeen as engineering majors

notes: hi i have nothing to say for myself except this is partially @imujings's fault and also my self indulgence so here we go (can you tell what my major is..... lol)

warnings: ehh swearing, i namedrop companies, eng jargon

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL - civil engineering

if you know, you know

is very proud of his program despite all the jokes (he shouldn't be) sorry im biased

"we're better than the meches"

never had to take dynamics in his LIFE omg

100% has a poster of the golden gate bridge on his wall and gets made fun of for it

is convinced one day when he's making bank and jeonghan is jobless he'll finally be vindicated

YOON JEONGHAN - mechanical engineering

did have to take dynamics & almost failed it

(he's smart, he was just too lazy to submit any of the homework that was also worth 60% of his grade)

gets salty at career fairs when most of the employers are construction companies

competing with the 24853874534 other meches for class sections

leaning into the "jack of all trades master of ????"

has a superiority complex over the aeros

HONG JOSHUA - computer engineering

should have just been a cs major tbh

compe is the bottom of the engineering food chain

but nobody has the heart to tell him that bc he's too kind

hangs out with the likes of yoon jeonghan but still never skips class

wants to create his own video game

probably got an internship at a fortune 100 company

has hella connections and WILL ask them to nepo you too bc he's that nice

WEN JUNHUI - aerospace engineering

has had enough of the lockheed martin jokes

does NOT !!! wanna work in defense he's a sustainable fuel guy

spacecraft development companies pleaseeee hire him

lets the meches have beef w him bc he dgaf what they think, but gets annoyed when they start competing w him for jobs

sidequest king (double minor in math & ecology AND he wants to try his hand at law school???? wtf)

locks in so freaking hard when he has to but is just silly otherwise - he's that student you never see studying but then they ace the exam

KWON SOONYOUNG - chemical engineering

is the one making lockheed martin jokes in front of junhui

but definitely picked cheme because someone told him he can make bombs

had to retake orgo twice but then passed inorganic chemistry with flying colors

academic wild card #1

always ends up with 8:30s bc he never wakes up on time for class registration

#1 merck worshipper pls hire him omg

LEE JIHOON - computer engineering

is at the bottom of the engineering food chain, but unlike joshua he knows & owns it

is a cs minor so it's slightly more excusable

probably has hella shit on github

definitely following more companies on linkedin than he has connections

double major in music production & plays clarinet in the pep band

you will never see him without his headphones on

JEON WONWOO - electrical engineering

actually very strongly dislikes that electrical & comp are grouped together as ece

likes the versatility of his major

probably never had a single morning class in his life

def came into college proficient in a bunch of programming languages

sits at the back of the lecture hall

never ever studies outside of his dorm bc he likes using his huge desk monitor

KIM MINGYU - biomedical engineering

so sick of every single person he meets assuming he's a premed student

has definitely accidentally broken flasks in his bio lab

was so elated when he found out orgo isn't a graduation requirement

always ALWAYS studies w a whiteboard

is one of the only guys in bme

you can always find him cooking up some food in the dorm's communal kitchen, he's always down for a conversation

LEE SEOKMIN - environmental engineering

minor in sustainability, he's an environmentally conscious sweetie pie!

the dream project groupmate

is one of like 15 people in his graduating class

wants to research water treatment technologies

"did you know using chatgpt is harmful to the environment?"

and he's right !!!!

took organic chemistry for fun and aced it even though mingyu warned him it would tank his gpa

XU MINGHAO - chemical engineering

really wants to work in the fragrance industry

always smells good, you'll never catch him lacking

another one of those people where you don't see them study ever but they still coast through classes

gets distracted when he's drawing out chemical compounds bc he tries too hard to get the lines perfect

and then starts sketching something else

second most nastiest side eye

BOO SEUNGKWAN - industrial & systems engineering

y'all know this man did not wanna do any work (jk i love my ise majors)

business admin double major & he's reaaaally good at it

everyone's jealous of the way he charms all the employers at the career fair how do u even do that like???

very intelligent but hated every calc class he had to take

always studies in the business building

nastiest side eye EVERRRRRR do not say anything stupid in front of him please he will vaporize you

CHWE HANSOL - materials science & engineering

walter white in the making

declared a chemistry minor and then never took the required classes

really enjoyed crystal chem

profs have a hard time grading his hw cause his handwriting lowkey looks like chicken scratches

the absolute chillest during finals week but nobody knows if it's because he studied way in advance or because he didn't study at all

academic wild card #2

such an 'it is what it is' guy tbh...

LEE CHAN - packaging engineering

ppl look confused when he tells them his major

is in it for the near 100% job placement

has a great time in all of his classes because they're so fun and the class size is like 8 kids

doesn't fully know what he wants to do later in life but he'll figure it out later

carpe diem kinda guy

wants to intern at a cosmetics company really really bad so he can take sample products home to his mom

let me know if u enjoyed this hehe :)

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ywxhny · 6 months ago

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We started off with Jack coming to save his maybe-exploding boyfriend.

And ofcourse, it’s all a game to Boss. But these two’s focus was only on each other—even willing to exchange each other’s lives to save the other.

We have Joke who only wants to be forgiven, if it’s his last opportunity to do so, may his last breath be an apology to Jack for all the wrong doings he ever did.

But Jack? No, he doesn’t want nor need an apology. He had a night to stew, it wasn’t an apology he needed. It was Joke he needs the most. He understands Joke now. All the words he said were in the heat of the moment. He was mostly just terrified. And now, he’s terrified for another reason. He just wants to take Joke and get them out of there.

Of course, our hangman game ends due to some smart thinking of Joke. Either it’s a coincidence that he can’t spell, or he did it on purpose for Boss to lose the game.

What really broke the ice was when Jack—this whipped & horny man, who cane to Joke’s defense, who kicked Carbon with rage after he hit Joke, who claimed his boyfriend in front of everyone with the exclamation of “Don’t touch my boyfriend!”— declared to Joke at a crucial, life and death situation that he was afraid he won’t get to kiss Joke again. Of all things, he just wanted to kiss his man. One night apart was too many nights. And ofcourse, Joke swooned into his arms and they kissed like their lives depended on it. (Poor Boss, all attention is not on him. Anyone having guanyin temple wangxian vibes?)

This is truly Jack & Joker, can never be serious, can always be horny for each other.

And as we moved on to less bombs and more loving, we got Jack & Joker in their happy ending, to culminate it all. To get back to the beginning of a dream, that came true.

Despite having said an apology, Joke’s not done saying his thanks. It was his way to say sorry. He has given another little book of a hundred ways to thank Jack. But Jack, doesn’t need it. He never once needed any written contract to feel how sincere Joke was. He understands Joke and he wants to make sure Joke understands that Jack’s love for him isn’t a transaction. That he doesn’t need to do all these things for Jack to know his feelings, for Jack to love him. And he tells him that, as long as he stays with Jack, that’s all that matters.

There are still things left unsaid that we didn’t see, but this is somehow what Joke needed to hear though unexpected. What he also did not expect was for Jack to practically propose. Jack didn't even givehim a choice. Just like in truth or dare, Jack cheated and made the choice for Joke. The choice Joke would have chosen anyway, the choice that Joke would have been scared to choose. Jack knows. So he decided to take Joke by the thread and wrapped their red string of fate tightly.

Jack lying about stealing from Boss probably was to make Joke startled enough he couldn't say a thing.

Because Jack oh, Jack, stealing? He's not a thief.

Joker is the thief. But the element of surprise worked.

But we also see how relieved Joke was when he found out Jack didn't actually steal the rings. Joke never wants Jack to do anything he's opposed to. He can do the stealing instead (though he promised not to anymore).

As always, it's not Jack & Joker without these two fighting-it's practically foreplay at this point. It's just them.

Joke always has been cheeky, this time with Jack, he can be who he is with someone playing along.

Jack never lets Joke just win. He can sulk too and take revenge because he knows Joke is also as whipped as him. They are just two playful boyfriends who can finally breathe without the burden on their shoulders. They are allowed this much. Their dreams are already coming true.

Joke can never resist for long and instead fell into a trap. A horny trap that Mr. Jack decided to play.

Joke is not anything if not a competitive bastard. A fool in love. And so they kiss their way into a happy ending.

We go full circle with the ending. It started with a frown turned upside down, an act of kindness, and ended with an act of giving back.

Past forgotten, Future just beginning.

#jack & joker the series #jack & joker: u steal my heart!#jack and joker u steal my heart #jack and joker #jack and joker the series #jack & joker #war wanarat #yinwar #jack & joker: u steal my heart #yin anan #Jack & joker ep 12 #jack & joker finale #jack and joker: u steal my heart #I havee so many thoughts #Ep 13 special episode is coming!!!

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heretherebedork · 7 months ago

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He's so, so happy to see him. Just so excited. Jack came home! He's not alone! He cooked him a meal! He did something right! And then it slowly fall apart. The food wasn't needed, the beer isn't shared, Jack goes right up to bed with the expensive bags...

And Joke is alone with the dreams he can't fulfill for either of them, alone with nothing he can do that's ever right. Nothing he does, no matter how little or how big, is ever right. But he already knew that, didn't he?

Joke has always known that. Little Joke crying over a book full of words, older Joke altering the grade he got on a test, Joke trying to help Jack at the bank... Joke cannot do anything right.

And this is no exception.

It never is.

#jack and joker the series #jack and joker u steal my heart #jack x joker #jackjoker #jackjoke #jokejack #u steal my heart #bl series #thai drama #thai bl #thai series #thaibl #asianlgbtqdramas #bl drama #thai bl series #asian lgbtq dramas #thai bl drama

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cutehoons02 · 7 months ago

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SUMMARY: Jake and the other members never expected that the first to find their "soul mate" was the golden retriever boy but there is a small problem, his soul mate is not a vampire but a human in close contact with the group

"I haven’t bit you yet T/L, but you’ve been mine for centuries"

TROPE: Vampire/Idol Jack x Social media manager. (Enemies to lovers)

GENRE: fluff,angst,a little bit smut

This is the first one-shot I have written in English (English is not my native language) I hope you like it because I would like to write a series and this is only the first part with protagonist Jake

Working as a content creator for a band especially K-pop was your dream but you did not expect to have to work with 7 vampires.

Jake hated you with all his heart, your beautiful honey-colored hair, your ice-colored eyes when you cried from the frustration of work, your laugh as you laughed with the other members, how you seemed so unconcerned with everyone and how you tried to help everyone even with simple words of encouragement, how you were comfortable with the sweatshirt with all the names of the members written because at each event each staff to be recognized by people had to wear a kind of "uniform" with a simple sweatshirt, how well your jeans were wrapped as you ran from one side to the other with your camera but especially hated the scent that you emanated especially that of your blood.

"stop looking at her as a stalker and try to interact with her as if she were a simple girl, now 6 working months with us and we understand that somehow you are affected by her presence but i am also the only one who knows that it is your soul mate"

Jake laughed, hating not only the human who was filming the new music video but also Sunghoon; each member had powers that only vampires could have and Hoon could distinguish thousands of smells and recognize in turn the blood that had a certain person and T/L had a charming blood because not only he felt the strong smelled it when he first saw it.

The makeup artist who was trying for the tenth time to recreate a kiss on Jake’s cheek snorted she had to find someone who kissed Jake to make it look real, did not work for the enhypen when she saw the young videographer without equipment call her.

T/L ran to the makeup station and saw Jake looking hard at both her and her makeup artist

"I can’t finish in 10 minutes both Jake and Sunghoon with fake kisses on their face, I saw you weren’t filming anything anymore so could you do me this favor? You must put this blood-red gloss and kiss Jake on the neck as if it were a real "vampire", on the cheek and near the mouth. You leave 5 minutes alone and when i come back Jake must be ready because he has to appear last in the video clip"

T/L watched the makeup artist run into the other room and stare at Jake, the fake vampire smiled at her with a grin and put the blood-red gloss on her lips; T/L’s heart was beating like crazy, had already kissed guys in those parts of the body but kissing Jake would certainly have repercussions to his heart and mind. Surely his mind would play bad jokes during the night making him dream that moment countless times because even if he despised her under under adored it when Jake teased or teased her.

"Have you ever kissed someone as if you were going to bite them in the neck "TikToker?" T/L laughed at the nickname that Jake had given her, she had been hired to create content on tik tok but slowly she started creating content on YouTube and a few weeks ago she also began filming with the camera

"Jake i just have to put my lips on your neck i don’t have to bite you, i’m not a vampire and i wouldn’t even want to bite you under torture because if i did, i might find out that i am your soul mate and everyone knows that you hate me."

T/L stood up a bit on the tips and watched Jake’s eyes become darker and slightly red, she knew that she had special lenses but that redness seemed so real that a shiver ran through her whole body; he felt Jake’s hands leaning against his waist and a scent of tobacco and vanilla.

"I didn’t think the sweet honey-haired girl knew anything about vampires,what would you do if you found out that we are vampires and not just idols? You would run away as most sane people would after a few months or you would like to see our real nature"

Jake looked at your lips and at the same time with a kindness that he didn’t even know he had moved the hair that had stuck in your lips in the ear so you could kiss him on the neck.

"vampires don’t exist, Jake, you’re just trying to scare me and stop playing your vampire character so literally" You put your lips on his neck and felt no heat coming from his body but a slight moan from the Australian boy who looked at you again with a grin; you did not understand why it was so cold so your hand touched his face and again felt no heat but you had no time to waste asking yourself these strange questions so without thinking about it for a moment kissed his cheek and finally the corner of his mouth.

A breath I’ll read hit your ear and a slight vanilla flavor came out of Jake’s mouth "i haven’t bit you yet T/L, but you’ve been mine for centuries" Jake’s lips slammed on yours gently and for a moment it was just you and that guy who pretended to hate and despise you because he would never have expected to have a human girl as his soul mate and not a vampire. While you kissed you felt the fake tusks that had Jake slightly nibbling you and a moan came out of your lips when you slightly felt the taste of blood wet your lips, Jake’s eyes and lips were reddish but the thing that sent you most was his canines much longer.

You pushed slightly Jake because you felt that someone was approaching and a long smile came out of your lips when the makeup artist entered the room, you did not want to have problems with the protocol that involved not having "sexual" acts in public places but especially with one of the members of the enhypen

In his mind that gesture was so important, you despised him already before as a human being now that you had discovered his monster nature you were even more afraid, he came out of the dressing room with tears to the sides of his eyes and began to sing and that performance where he had almost broken heart won a very important award as "best video" made in 2024 by enhypen

It was almost a month after the kiss and T/L happened every time he was around Jake, he felt the strong impulse to watch him for even one moment while he was training with others, while playing in the studio with Layla, when he was eating in the staff canteen or when they were dressing him up for an event.

she missed the jokes he made about her or when he pretended to see the tik tok he had recorded and erased it to make her angry but since they kissed he no longer cared for her

"We know you have to stop at work later to film that skincare content so we thought of ordering a pizza to eat all together, so to repay us for the time when you will return home we offer it. What do you like?" said the leader Jungwon the boy with cat eyes and super tender dimples

<<she takes a delicious Hawaiian pizza with ham and pineapple I know that in Italy everyone loves it and real Italians in Korea will surely eat it always!>>

When you heard Jake’s voice a little grin formed on your lips but at the same time you looked up because it was forbidden when there was nearby pizza with pineapple.

That same evening you were coming home from work, you loved to walk around downtown Seoul in the evening because it was one of the safest cities but at the same time there were always many people around but a sense of agitation had come to you just out of the metro, You lived in a very quiet place with your concubines and surprisingly there was nobody and a light fog rose from the river.

you looked behind you and saw a boy staring at you from afar was tall enough and wore a mask to hide his face,You walked faster to get to your apartment but when you sundown to saw the boy was a few meters away and you started to accelerate the pace until a hand took your wrist and you screamed in fear.

"Tiktoker i told you that you had to accept the passage from the staff member never know that there could be malicious humans but at the same time dangerous creatures who would take away my soul mate"

Jake wore a short-sleeved shirt with a fur jacket and as most of the time he wore glasses, it looked like he’d just come out of an ’80s movie you hated to admit it but he was just gorgeous with those super morbid lips that invited you to kiss him.

You immediately turned away your eyes and a light laugh struck the corner of your neighborhood "Aren’t you cold dressed like that?" In Seoul, autumn was beginning to set in and you loved the smell of the rain, the changing color of the leaves from green to bright colors like orange or red, and the light cold that was about to arrive

"Don’t you know that vampires don’t suffer from the cold? I thought you knew about vampires between Twilight and The Vampires Diaries you should have made a culture on how we are made, I can come to your house I don’t want anyone to notice me i don’t want any fans raving about me in the middle of the night"

You didn’t want to hear about vampires in silence Jake came into your apartment and like a puppy followed you into your room and was happily surprised to see how welcoming it was but at the same time small.

There were some candles and a scent of vanilla and cinnamon invaded him was just a girl’s room but two things struck him. A puff came out of his mouth when he saw a shrine with lots of vintage F1 objects, books, and a helmet of your favorite pilot, and when he saw a photo card of your favorite pilot framed above a photo card of an enhypen member laughed but at the same time looked at you with an angry expression.

He hated with all his being that human power could have on you, knew that you had seen him live a couple of times and that you were obsessed because you also had in your phone background a photo of him; who knows what you found in that being was circling circles for fun. The last thing that struck him in your room was the polaroids stuck to the wall that barely formed half a heart, Enhypen, and some of the staff.

“How come you even took a picture of me in your Tiktoker room?" that photo was taken in Milan for their first concert in Italy and Europe, everyone was super agitated but at the same time they did not see to perform in Europe and that picture always made your heart warm.

"Jake is not only you in that group, but i am also friends with everyone and i bring a beautiful memory of your first concert in Italy so I hung it on the wall. Now can you tell me why you wanted to come to my house? It’s almost midnight and tomorrow at 9 we have to be at the station because you are going on a mini holiday where we will record some En-o’clock

Jake watched the honey-haired girl stretch and go to bed and so did the Australian boy. "well i wanted to see where my soul mate lives and feel the thrill of sleeping a few hours as you humans do with your boyfriends" his big hands wrapped around your waist and put his head in the hollow of your neck "how much i would bite you right now T/L"

T/L felt a lot of chills at contact with Jake and tried in every way to repel him but was clearly stronger "Stop with this fantasy of you being a vampire and me being your soul mate, you haven’t looked at me for almost a month and now you show up in my room like a puppy wanting to have her cuddles. I just think you’re bipolar, with a great desire to make fun of people especially me. What is it you’ve made a bet on how long it will take for me to fall in love with you or how many days you would crawl to get your attention back?"

Jake took the wrists of T/L without overdoing it and put them over his head "Stop saying that i am not a vampire or that you are not my soul mate, feel how i cause the shivers in your body, see how you look at me with the look at work and you also know that I am a vampire. These teeth are real and if you don’t stop i’ll brand you and claim you for eternity and I won’t be the "golden boy retriever" that fans imagine

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