#you're tearing me apart lisa

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

live footage of me crying over ace having to leave yuu/the mc behind to save himself and knowing full well that ace hated every second of it:

[schlock-luster-video]

On July 24, 2019, The Room debuted in Toronto and London.

Here's some new Tommy Wiseau art!

[chronically-ghosted]

Dilemma for you. Chose one for Dieter to keep: Earring, Tattoos, Rings.

.... just woke up and chose violence, didn't you?

I DONT KNOW

um . .. rings because i have a visual fixation with that man's hands

[thespoonlagoon]

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Never did i think I'd use a Tommy Wiseau gif for my fic but I couldn't resist with that tag 🤣 So listen, I tend to keep angst minimal among the more fruity elements because I find it very easy to slip into and too much brings me down a bit HOWEVER this idea was too tasty not to preserve so here we are.

Also we KNOW it's gonna be all tears and snotters and shouting and shoulder slaps falling into desperate kisses in that chamber so that makes it easier on the ol heart 😂 No part 2 planned but never say never.

I'm so delighted you still enjoyed it so much despite it not being my usual fare, that means an awful lot to me 😊

The Prince is Dead [Asgard!Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Shaken by Loki's death on Svartálfheim, you confront the one you blame the most. Odin. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: Angst. Mentions of death. Heartbreak. Violent imagery. Melt to fluff (implied)

The sun still rose in the North and set in the South, the way it always did. Clattering swords rang from the training ground, each echo of distant laughter another stake through your chest. But Asgard's golden turrets would still shine garishly in the morning light. As ever it was, so it shall be.

You wrapped a thin shawl tighter around your arms. The Prince is dead, you thought, biting back a sigh. The majestic façade was dulled behind the drape of your mourning veil, grey and lifeless. Or perhaps, you just finally saw things as they truly were.

Five moons had since risen and ebbed while you had lain half-alive in your chambers. Sleep descended in snatches, an unwelcome friend. And of course, you had dreamt of him.

His shadowed smile glancing back as he led you through winding palace paths. His face turned to the ceiling in the bed you shared, frozen in anguish. Bloodless with deep blue veins wound in spider patterns across lifeless cheeks. Or his kiss fastening to your own, a loving whisper of your name on warm lips as he melted into you. When you would wake, that dream was the worst of all.

The Prince is dead, a guard had told you with no emotion. With no sympathy. You had waited until he had retreated to sink to your knees, body racking with silent, violent sobs. No one had seen you cry, though. Loki would have approved.

You assumed that your place within the palace was forfeit. By tradition, you should have been removed immediately. Perhaps Thor had intervened to allow a period of mourning. If he had, it would be the one decent thing he's ever done. You pondered that thought bitterly for a moment, wishing he'd used that sliver of kindness to bring Loki's body home instead.

But either way, it didn't matter now.

You inhaled shakily while nervous fingers wound through the thick fabric of your skirts. To anyone else, they would look black. But in truth they were the deepest, darkest green. A waft of fragrant spice rolled on the wind across the balustrade from the markets, heating the cool air. Gods, how you missed him.

The anger, you would admit, had taken you by surprise. When your face wasn't buried in Loki's pillow, inhaling his waning scent between shuddering tears - it was anger. Only that.

It was anger that had brought the fine Asgardian sculptures in your rooms to their undignified end. Anger that fuelled the plot which burned and blossomed in your mind while shadows danced the walls. Anger that urged to you don silken armour this morning, to parade yourself as bait.

It was anger that kept your head high while you rode the whispers following you like smoke. Anger, you had found, was more of a comfort than remembering. A locket bearing Loki's initial hid beneath your bodice, blossoms from the tree beneath which he had first kissed you preserved inside. A gift. One of his prize daggers was strapped to your thigh, and with every step to your final destination, the cool blade kissed your skin.

Your fingertips steadied on the balustrade wall as a ceremonial clatter of guards approached. Eyes fixed on the old town, you composed yourself. The breeze made the dark veil flutter. There was a single heavy clang as twenty spears hit the marble floor in unison. A growl of stand back broke the heavy silence. The guards complied.

"Why do you mourn him so?" a voice rasped. "You are finally free."

The King's words were thick as he rustled beside your shoulder. Beneath the veil, your frown deepened. "Even from you Allfather, I would expect more sensitivity." you muttered. Odin drew up to his full height, observing the spread of his kingdom with a sanctimonious smirk. Patience, you thought. The absence of your bow was treasonous, and it would have been noted. He let out a forced laugh, meaty hands clasping behind his back. "I expect you may have thought that you loved him. But you did not know him as I did."

"You're right, I didn't."

It was surprising how easily the words came. Strong and clear and crisp. "I knew his heart."

Odin chuckled. "His heart," he mocked. "That you think he had one betrays your naivety. Go, now. Be free."

Bravery welled in your belly like a swollen river, pushing a prick of tears to your eyes. You felt like you might burst. You were suddenly glad the old fuck couldn't see your face.

Patience.

With a god, time was something that could be counted on. Or, it should be. Time to grow and love and to be free. That was the plan for you and Loki. But now, time stretched before you like an endless, lonley void. A sentence. Odin and his arrogance had seen to that.

"You forget yourself Odin, son of Bor," you said; and for a moment, he looked genuinely shocked. Or is he impressed, you thought fleetingly.

"You lost a son-"

You raised a hand as his cracked lips began to move in predictable denial. "A son." you repeated firmly.

The word hung thick between you. "Asgard lost not just a Prince, it lost a protector. The one that shielded them from this palace and its ruler's whims."

Odin was silent.

"And I lost-"

A lump rose in your throat. Everything.

"I know what you lost, " the King spat. "The chance to be queen by the unsurper's side once he had slain the true heir. The chance to wallow in finery and filth encrusted sheets while that disgraced Jotun defiled you at any time of the day or night. Plotting."

You shook your head. And you couldn't help it. You laughed.

"For all your years, you know nothing. Nothing about truth, or destiny, or love. I see that now-"

"Love," Odin scoffed, cutting in." If you loved him, you were the only one who ever did. "

"I love him still," you murmured, turning towards the rolling mountains. Your fingers played at the hilt of the dagger through the slit in your gown. "Forget him." Odin sniffed, waving a hand. "You will be the better for it, we all will."

His loaded dismissal blew away any lingering doubt.

Loki's face flashed behind your eyelids, a vision of the day he had finally let you in to his solitary world. Golden specks of dust had swirled within a single beam of amber light cutting through the healing room. He had sat perched on a single bed, elbows resting on his knees. Despite the lengthy battle, his skin glowed luminous in the dying song of day. Deep wounds streaked across his stomach and ribs and back, purple bruises marring his skin like the darkest storm-clouds. His leather armour lay in a ragged pile by his feet. Blood crept from its crevices, seeping into the cracks of the stone floor.

You had cried then, too. Only once.

"It will heal," he had said, cupping your cheek with a strained smile. "Do not waste your worry."

"I can't help it," you'd replied, tracing your fingertips over a gash in his side. Loki had winced. As you watched, the skin began to stretch and meld millimetre by millimetre. "You shall have to become more stoic if you are to be my wife one day," Loki smiled. There was a pause, before he frowned. "Does it make you feel better? The worry?"

"Yes," you had answered truthfully. You curled a lock of damp hair behind his ear. Someone has to worry for you, you'd thought. Loki smiled again. "Then I'll allow it," he murmured softly, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. And he did.

A silent tear rolled down your cheek as your fingers crept around the daggers hilt. The peace of the realm would soon be broken. Wails of anguish would rinse the clouds, public displays of grief filling the air with heavy sighs and glowing orbs. It should have been allowed for your love, but it wasn't. Asgard should be in mourning, and soon it would be- you would make sure of that. You only wished you would be there to see it.

"He loved you all, and I'll never know why," you said solemnly, heat flushing your cheeks. "It was never deserved, never appreciated. Especially not by you." The final word darted like venom between your teeth.

Odin laughed. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"I never did understand him," he crooned, not deigning to look at you. The dagger slid from it's hold against your thigh. "You never tried." you whispered.

In the briefest of moments, you whipped the dagger with trained precision. The thin blade rested beneath the god's chin, digging into soft, fat flesh. From behind, the guards would see nothing.

"Ah," the Allfather hummed, tilting his head back ever so slightly. His stance never changed. "I commend your audacity my dear. Truly. But you see, I am not the monster that you think I am."

Something in his tone made you pause. You had been fully prepared to sink Loki's dagger into his throat without mercy. Ready to hear the wet gurgle of breath fighting blood. Escaping retribution from this was not an option, but you didn't want it. You wanted to see the look on Odin's face as the lights went out. You wanted to see his one staring eye glaze to the heavens as life left him. For him to know with his dying rattle that someone cared enough for Loki of Asgard to avenge him, no matter the cost.

"You are a monster," you panted through gritted teeth. An unnerving smile began to crawl across Odin's lips. "True," he said coyly. "But not the one you think I am."

Your eye twitched, taking in the opaque blue of his stare that suddenly sparkled with more life than you had seen in years. Your stomach churned, the hand holding the blade beginning to tremble.

"With my dagger too, how poetic," Odin whispered with a smirk.

You gasped, jumping back as the blade tumbled towards the ground. It disappeared in a flash of seidr before hitting the marble.

It can't be-

"Guards!" the Allfather thundered, straightening as they resumed their posts. "Show the Lady to my private chambers. There are matters regarding Prince Loki's memorial we must urgently discuss."

You saw the guards throw confused glances to one another as you stood slack-jawed beneath the veil. Odin raised your hand, placing a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

"It will heal," he murmured against your skin, before letting the hand fall limply to your side. The King leant closer, the ghost of his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do not waste your worry."

The familiar words ricochet between your ears, heart thumping as you followed the jostling procession across the balustrade. It was all you could do not to faint. The implications, if your mind did not play tricks, were too vast.

So you decided to focus on the gait of the King as you placed one foot in front of the other. On the swagger that had not been there when you last spoke weeks before. As if the weight of another’s passion still hung between his thighs. He would not part with that. You smiled, feeling it grow as you watched the unmistakable way his shoulders swayed back and forth with each long stride. The undeniable spring in his step. Singularly focused, like another you had known. It held a promise. A hope.

It was a ten minute walk to the King's chambers.

So you focused on the sway of his shoulders. On the mischievous spring in his step. Only that.

A/N - I wrote this on the back of a bus in Morocco and haven't messed with it much - i do like the concept though, hope you do too! Thanks to @lokischambermaid for her enthusiasm when I first mentioned it a while back :) Love you! x If you want to see what 'after' might look like - check out Praise Him (smut) which is also based on this concept :) It's one of my earlier fics though and it shows 😂

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[felassan]

Text reads: "Then head to the dining hall. A plate, a fork and knife, and a drinking chalice are at the end of a massive table. Rhodes says this is both a funny (and sad) look at Solas' isolated existence and an example of the detail BioWare's art team has put into Veilguard. 'It's a case of letting you see the story,' he says. 'It's like when you go to a friend's house and you see their bedroom for the first time; you get to learn more about them.'" [source]

please this is so sad.. it's killing me. he's been all alone like this for ten years

[somerunner]

Protium: wow. I'm so happy to be one proton. Stable as can be.

Deuterium: I got me a neutron, give it up for one neutron!

Tritium: haha sometimes I feel so jealous of helium but that's normal for a hydrogen right? Like that's just normal.

[bgc-592]

New Chronicles!

The Wiseau Chronicles: SV, AO3

[circusgoth-dotcom]

why is it so hard not to "erm actually ☝️🤓" when it comes to special interests/hyperfixations

[lovely-v]

the tag you put on the sunflower and chicken bun post has been cryingggg lmaooooo

KDKFJKDJSK thank u for being a real one and getting my The Room reference

[contentloadingandstuff]

"Tell us what we want to know, or he gets it." - Genshin Girls x Male!Reader

A/N: Trying a new format today - let me know if you would like to see more. Also, Reader is always the same species as the character in the pairing, ex.: Miko and a Kitsune Reader. Another thing, characters distinguished with color are those that would definetely act as described. Just thought I'd clear this up since many authors leave their readers guessing. Anyway, enjoy! CW: Angst, light whump. Mentions of torture without graphic descriptions, reader death.

She has been captured, and the enemy demands information. Before long, however, she sees you - opposite her and in the same chains...

Cracks Immediately

To be honest, they would have broken even without seeing you in danger. Though there are exceptions, most people - just like them - could not hold out under torture. It’s not a reason to be ashamed - especially if it results in not a hair falling from your head. The situation was distressing enough on its own, but with you she falls into a desperate panic. Whatever needs to be said to keep you safe, she’ll say - even if it will have consequences. As soon as she can, she will hug you tightly, never wanting to let go again. You’re her world, and her heart would fall to pieces if anything happened to you.

“Wait! I’ll tell you everything, j-just don’t hurt him!”

Characters: Furina, Noelle, Xiangling, Collei, Nilou, Sucrose, Fischl, Ganyu, Yoimiya, Kirara, Barbara, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yun Jin, Collei, Layla.

It's A Dealbreaker

Gritting their teeth and powering through torture, or at least trying to - that's what they did before you were introduced into the equation. They have secrets and ideas that they will protect with their life, but not yours. Never yours. They could never forgive themselves if they were the reason you suffered. But all of this, it's your fault. If you weren't so lovely, kind and caring, she would keep her lips sealed. Regardless, you're one weakness she doesn't mind. 

“Ugh… Fine. I’ll talk, but keep your filthy hands off him.”

Characters: Emilie, Rosaria, Chiori, Beidou, Hu Tao, Ayaka, Shinobu, Mualani, Faruzan, Charlotte, Yae Miko.

They Can't Take It...

She is strong. She will endure whatever they throw at her. Even when they threaten you. She will look in your eyes and see mutual resolve. You can do it, both of you, she thinks. Except not. Even if you stay strong, she won't. She'll crumble. Screams, blood, tears, agony inflicted on you thanks to her. What has she done? You don't deserve it, you don't deserve anything else but love and comfort, not being made to suffer. She'll put a halt to it, she'll run to you and take your broken body in her arms. She'll tell you that it's okay, it's okay, I'm here. They won't hurt you any more. 

“Stop! Stop, please! I’ll talk! Don’t you see he’s had enough?! Please…”

Characters: Amber, Lisa, Keqing, Shenhe, Kokomi, Ei, Kujou Sara, Candace, Lynette, Navia, Chevreuse, Chasca, Xilonen.

Standing Her Ground

This one knows what and who she's protecting. If what she knows falls into the wrong hands, hundreds could die. Surely you understand…? It's not right for you to be tangled into all of this. She's sorry, she really is, but she can't say anything. That doesn't mean she won't break down at the sight, that her very soul isn't pierced by every scream leaving your lips. Long after it's over, she won't be able to look you in the eyes with anything but shame. She did the right thing - she saved lives. But how can she feel any satisfaction when it’s you who paid the price? No matter if you forgive her or see no offense in her choice, your blood has been smeared across her mind and your pain will haunt her dreams until her last day. But whatever it may take, she will not let it happen again. Ever.

"I'm sorry, my love... I'm so sorry..."

Characters: Lumine, Jean, Mona, Eula, Yelan, Xianyun, Dehya, Clorinde, Mauvika.

Until Death Does Us Apart

Only when the last breath leaves your body does she shed tears. She kept her resolve strong. For you. Seeing her suffer would worsen your agony, filling your last moments with absolute despair. But she held out, allowing the sight of her features to guide you to your deserved rest. She will not ask for forgiveness, for there is nothing to forgive for - she did the right thing, kept to the word you’ve sworn. As a rose’s petals, her lips were sealed - and so were yours. You protected your people, your children, your nation. Although she does not have the power to bring back what they’ve taken, she will make sure the vengeance goes down in history. When the bodies of your killers turn cold, she will exile the weak and raze every yard of their home, pouring salt on the scorched earth so nothing may grow there again. Only then, when justice has been served, will she allow herself to mourn. Regardless of whether she comes back or crumbles in the mind, she will do so knowing that she did what she could for you.  

Raiden Shogun: “A stalwart companion, to the last. You will pay his weight with blood, I will see to that.” Arlecchino: “You have left many orphaned today, Y/N. We will mourn your departure dearly. Rest well - know that o-our children are safe, my husband…” Ningguang: “You didn’t deserve this… Not in any world or by any design of the stars… Forgive me for loving you, Y/N. You would live no if not for me... I will make sure your sacrifice does not go in vain… I p-promise, Y/N.”

Thanks for reading.

[honorhearted]

There was a smallness to Emma as she sat there, her voice equally diminutive as she whispered, "I hope you know there is no laughter nor disdain from me, my... objections are selfish, but they have nothing to do with your worth. You are... you know what I think of you."

"Do I?" Benjamin weakly asked. "Em, up until now, I thought things were going very well between us...I-I actually thought I might have a future beyond this war with someone I care for -- alongside your family, even. I'm quite enamored by your parents and the way they run things in your kingdom. It's...quite frankly what I hope we, ourselves, can one day achieve here in the colonies."

Emma shook her head. "But I'd be different," she persisted. "You can't be sure you'd still like me once I'm... all... scared and insecure. You are seeing it right now. I'm... listening to you, I am, but I'm terrified."

Benjamin shrugged, tossing up his hands. "No, of course I can't know," he agreed, "but maybe I want to take that risk. And if you don't...well, then it's as I said: I can't force you. But I also can't wait around either, because whether we like it or not, Mary and her fiancé have the right idea. Time waits for no one."

Emma's eyes puddled as if she'd been slapped. Rising from her seat on the bed, she tossed aside her pillow and came toward him, each despairing step trampling across his heart as he swallowed. "So you won't even speak to me anymore?" she lamented. "I'm not-I won't fight you, I just need to understand... If I can't... If I can't try this, then it's all gone?"

Throat bobbing reflexively, Benjamin suddenly found it difficult to speak, to breathe. "You make me sound so selfish," he whispered. "I don't want to lose your friendship -- of course I don't, but...how else can I respect your wishes? If we remain in one another's orbit, I know I wouldn't be able to keep my promise. And that's not fair to either of us."

Emma nodded. "No, you are right-you are obviously right..."

Was he? The longer he peered back into her bright, injured eyes, the more Benjamin found himself spiraled into a state of uncertainty. It pained him unlike any other to draw up such a cruel, definitive ultimatum.

Turning away from him, Emma cut back over towards her desk and leaned against the surface, drawing in several slow, clumsy breaths before she concluded, "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to-I don't know what to tell you, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do."

Wincing, Benjamin looked at her face, the ground, and then slowly back to her face again. "If you can't look at me and instantly think yes, you're the one, then the answer should be obvious," he murmured. "From what I've been told -- from what I've been feeling -- you behold that one special person and just know. And if you don't know with me, then you have your answer." Flexing and curling his hands, Benjamin ignored the burning sensation of unshed tears and exhaled. "I'll go now," he promised. "Clearly, my being here is causing you pain...and I never wanted that."

I never wanted any of this.

you're more than enough for me. Otherwise, why would I have opened myself up to the humility of rejection? Of laughter and disdain? Because some things are just worth the risk, Emma. Somewhere deep inside, you must know this."

She wished she could believe she'd stay enough, that she wouldn't have to live with the fear that soon enough he'd be expecting more and grow resentful of her. She couldn't feel that small again. "I hope you know there is no laughter nor disdain from me, my... objections are selfish, but they have nothing to do with your worth. You are... you know what I think of you." She wasn't kidding when she had called him perfect; sure, he was a man, he'd have his flaws like anyone, but that didn't change her feelings.

"And when have I ever asked for more than what you already are? I don't want more, Emma -- I want what we have here...now...but forever"

Could he want that forever? For her to be with him but unable to express her feelings in words? He didn't even know the Emma she'd become once she'd look at him as an official romantic partner, he couldn't know if he wanted her. "But I'd be different... You can't be sure you'd still like me once I'm... all... scared and insecure. You are seeing it right now. I'm... listening to you, I am, but I'm terrified."

When he said 'but if you don't want me' it took all her self-control not to say that she did want him, because it wouldn't be fair to him to say so when she also was suggesting to go back to being entirely platonical friends. But her eyes went back to him in an instant when he continued by pointing out he couldn't pretend.

so a separation will mean precisely that: an irreversible break.

That was a terrifying thought. Understandable, and she could not hold anything against him, he had been, once again, perfect, he had tried, and she knew he was right, but she still got up from her bed even if she had no particular plan, tossing the pillow to the side.

"Tell me no, Emma. Tell me you don't want to continue seeing me, and I'll walk through those tent flaps and out of your life forever. Because I would do that for you. Because sometimes, enacting genuine affection means losing the ones you love most."

"So you won't even speak to me anymore? I'm not-I won't fight you, I just need to understand... If I can't... If I can't try this, then it's all gone?" she asked anxiously, but mentally scolded herself for sounding so pitiful when he had the right to set such boundary. "No, you are right-you are obviously right..."

Truth was, telling men no had been sad, heartbreaking at times, but she had never wished to say yes. She had wished to be able to say it, to feel that way and indulge in it, but she had never been in a position where it was killing her to reject someone before.

She went to her desk just to do something, resting her hands on it and breathing, attempting to think, to ignore the way her heart was beating so fast that it was making difficult to breathe, and more than ever felt the need to start running, just run and run until there'd be only trees around her.

"I don't know what to do," she pleased, finally having no choice but to say exactly what she was thinking, and looked at him at loss, "I don't know what to-I don't know what to tell you, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do."

[sissylittlefeather]

Bonded: Part 6

I Can't Stop Loving You

A/N: Here it is. The end of my vampire!Elvis story! I hope you all have enjoyed this wild ride. Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Again, I couldn't do this without @ccab and @atleastpleasetelephone. Y'all the real MVPs, for real.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also vampires so blood drinking, some illness and unconsciousness

Word count: ~2.5k

You drift off to sleep in his arms and he looks at you and then Lisa Marie, thinking he has everything he needs right now at this moment, as long as everyone wakes up in the morning.

******

You're rattled awake before the sun comes up by Elvis laughing. At first, you're not sure what you're hearing so you sit straight up, terrified. But then you realize he's laughing and you immediately look at Lisa Marie. Her eyes are open.

“Honey, it worked! Oh my God, it worked.” He holds her hand to his face and lets the tears fall without any inhibition. Lisa’s eyes look around the room as she tries to figure out where she is. He talks to her in a soothing voice, stroking her hair gently.

And then there's a lot of bustle in the room when the nurses figure out she's breathing on her own and no longer needs the oxygen. You kind of fade into the background as the scene unfolds between the doctors, Elvis, and Lisa Marie. When Priscilla shows up, you really try to move into a corner and disappear. They're a family, and even if there's no love between the parents anymore, the love for their child brings them together in a way you can't be part of. You try to slip out of the room undetected, but Elvis feels it when you go.

“Honey, wait!” He hollers at your back down the hallway. You're afraid to face him with the tears on your cheeks, but you stop walking. “Where are you goin’?”

He catches up to you and you can't avoid it anymore, so you turn to him. His expression is one of pure concern.

“Doll, why are you leavin’?” You shake your head and look down at your feet.

“Elvis, you have a family.”

“Yes, but you knew that? Nothing has changed.” He reaches out and squeezes your upper arm gently. You meet his crystal blue eyes, your own wide and wet.

“Everything has changed. Elvis, I can't break up your family.” He purses his lips.

“You mean me and Priscilla? That's been broken for a long time. Now, come on. Come back to the room.” You look up at the ceiling and sigh. How do you tell him that you understand what it means to love a child? And that there's no place for strangers in that bond? You tried with your own kids and it never worked. Eventually you gave up.

“Elvis. I can't come between you and your family-”

“I want you to be a part of my family.” You shake your head again.

“No, Elvis, I can't. Not right now. Maybe later when…”

“When they die, you mean?” Now his voice catches at the thought.

“Well, Lisa Marie may not.”

“No. And she'll need someone like you to help her. Cilla can't do that.” You feel like someone has staked you through the heart. The idea of leaving him hurts whatever is left of your soul so much that you want to throw up. But you know that it's wrong to break up his family while he still has the opportunity to have it.

“Call me then. Goodbye, Elvis.” You put your hand on his chest and lean forward, pressing your lips to his cheek. “I will always love you.”

“No… no!” His eyes are filled with hot tears and he can't decide if he's more angry or sad. But he doesn't chase you when you turn and leave.

******

Thankfully, your boss is so excited to have you back that he doesn't think twice about hiring you again. You never fully got rid of your apartment either, and it was easy to get your stuff back while everyone else was at the hospital. You ran out of tears on the plane from Memphis to Vegas.

Now it's been two months since you've seen him and your emotional state is starting to impact your physical one. It's strange, you've never been sick since you've been a vampire, but you're also not feeding regularly. You're barely keeping yourself from starving, so you assume that's what it is when you notice yourself aging and you develop a fever. You try to keep working, but it gets harder and harder.

******

Elvis is by Lisa Marie's side through her recovery process, giving her drops of blood while she sleeps. She continues to get stronger and stronger and the doctors are perplexed. They attribute it to her youth, shrug their shoulders, and let her go home to Graceland. Priscilla argues that she wants to take her back to California, but Elvis puts his foot down, citing Cilla’s absence during her illness as his evidence for keeping her in Memphis. Finally, she gets fed up and leaves, insisting that they actually get the divorce they've been talking about for years.

Everything is running smoothly until Elvis has to go to Nashville to record. Priscilla collects Lisa Marie and takes her back to LA, and he's too weak to fight her on it. His bodyguards have noticed something is off about him. He didn't take too kindly to you leaving and anytime Lisa was asleep, he was in some kind of depressive rage. His mood swings were wild and unpredictable and his feeding habits were borderline dangerous. At one point Sonny had to take a girl to the hospital because he had come so close to draining her.

But even with all the feeding, he starts to get feeble and weak. His rage turns to melancholy and he locks himself in his room crying. When it's time to leave for Nashville, he looks so bad that the guys start to wonder if he needs a doctor. Still, that shouldn't be possible if he's immortal, right?

He does his best in the studio, but it's obvious that he's struggling. The guys look around the room nervously, unsure of what to do. They're scared to ask him about it, since he's been in such a mood, but eventually Sonny decides enough is enough.

“Boss, you don't look so good. Are you okay?” He whispers in his ear as Elvis tries to steady himself on a stool in front of the microphone.

“Hm? Yeah. I'm fine.” But he looks pale, even more than normal, and feels feverish.

“Are you sure? Is there someone we can call?” Elvis turns his head sharply. He automatically thinks of you and all his rage comes back.

“No there's not. Quit asking me fucking questions. I'm-” He tries to stand up, but everything gets fuzzy around the edges and then goes black. Luckily, Sonny is able to catch him before he hits the ground.

The room erupts in a panic as everyone tries to figure out what to do about Elvis Presley passing out during a recording session. When nothing works to revive him, they rush him to his hotel room and call a doctor that they've paid to keep his condition a secret. After examining him, the doctor looks at them helplessly.

“I have no other way to say this. He is dying.” Sonny shakes his head, speaking for the room.

“Not possible, doc, he's-”

“I know what he is. I've seen it before. But somehow, he is dying.” They all stand around in various states of distress, but Sonny isn't ready to give up. He has one more resource: you.

******

Sonny doesn't have your phone number, but he knows where you live, having been there to fetch things for you when you were living with Elvis in Vegas. He wastes no time in chartering a plane with Elvis's name and money and heads out to find you.

When he gets to your apartment, he knocks wildly, but you don't answer.

“Y/n! It's Sonny West! I'm here for Elvis!” Still no response. He can see that the lights are on, so he figures you must be in there. He tries again. “Come on, he really needs you! Please!”

He listens at the door, but doesn't hear any movement. But he loves his boss and is not to be deterred by you being a brat. Not if it means saving his life.

“Y/n, let me in!” He decides this is not the time for privacy and moves to the window to assess whether you're really in there. And that's when he sees you. “Oh my God.”

It takes him a couple of tries, but he's not a small guy, so he manages to kick down the door fairly easily. He runs to you where you're laying on the floor face-down. It doesn't take him long to figure out that whatever Elvis has, you have it too. He scoops you into his arms and somehow manages to get you to the airport and on a plane without anyone asking too many questions. He says a quick prayer of thanks for Elvis's money and resources.

At the hotel in Nashville, Elvis remains unconscious and they try to decide if they should call Vernon and the Colonel. Just as they land on telling them, Sonny busts through the door dramatically with you in his arms.

“Found her like this too. I don't know what it is, but it's got both of them.” He lays you on the bed next to Elvis and they all stand around staring at the two of you.

“Now what?” Jerry asks quietly. Sonny looks at him and shakes his head.

“I have no goddamn idea.” But just as the words leave his mouth, Elvis's eyes flutter open. “Oh my God, EP!”

Elvis cringes like his head hurts and closes his eyes again, but he speaks.

“Where is she? I know she's here. I can feel her.” Sonny is the only one bold enough to respond, but even he is amazed at Elvis knowing that you're there.

“Sh-she's next to you, man. She's on the bed.” They watch as Elvis moves his hand and finds yours on the mattress. He turns his head toward you and opens his eyes, smiling softly.

“Leave us alone.” They all start to protest. “I said, leave us alone. Now.”

He might be near death, but he's still their boss, so they listen and file out of the room. Once he hears the door shut behind them, he immediately rolls over and touches your face gently.

“Honey, I'm here. Wake up.” Like a miracle, your eyes open and you turn to him, blinking.

“Where are we?”

“Does it matter? We're together.” You smile and reach up to touch his cheek.

“I missed you.” He chuckles softly.

“I missed you too. Thought I was going to die.”

“Me too. I didn't know what was happening. I was pretty sure it was because I wasn't feeding.” He purses his lips.

“Why would you do a damn fool thing like that?!” You wince when he yells at you.

“Didn't think there was much point in being alive anymore.” He sits up quickly.

“No, you don't get to decide that. You don't get to leave me alone and then decide that. We are bonded, remember? Or did you forget that part when you abandoned me?” You whimper and he realizes how weak you are. Without thinking, he pulls you into his arms, putting your lips on his neck. “Drink, baby.”

You moan softly and run your tongue over the spot where you first bit him all those years ago. Your fangs descend and you manage to sink them into his skin. He grunts a bit and you start to feed, taking big hungry gulps of his sweet blood.

“There. Do you feel better?” You pull back, nodding and licking your lips. You do feel a lot better. It seems like your fever has broken and you have some of your old strength back. Enough to argue with him, at least.

“I didn't leave you alone. I left you with your wife and child.” He scoffs.

“My wife who sent me divorce papers a week ago?” You raise your eyebrows.

“She did?”

“I told you. That was broken long before you came back into the picture.” He runs his trembling hand through his hair. He's still a little pale and weak. You climb onto his lap and don't even ask, you just move your hair off of your neck and he bites you as gently as he can, sucking down your blood hungrily. When he finishes, he puts his hand on the side of your neck with his thumb on your cheek. “You are my family, honey. I need you. Apparently even more than I knew.”

It's obvious that being together is bringing you both back to health, especially after you feed.

“I need you, too, Elvis. And not just for blood. I love you.”

“I know, doll, I love you too.” And then he pulls you down into a bruising kiss. There are no more words between you as you unzip his pants and pull his dick out to pump it with your hand. He moans softly as you push your skirt up and slip your panties to the side. With his hands on your hips, you sink down onto him, letting him fill you fully. You wrap yourself around him, your body rolling against his as his cock slides in and out of you.

You fuck like this for a while, slow and sensual, your bodies moving together in a rhythm. But it doesn't take much longer for the pace to reach a fever pitch and he holds you to himself, rolling over without pulling out to give himself more leverage. He starts to pound you relentlessly, slamming his hips into yours over and over again. The noises come spilling out of both of you as you start to sweat and pant, the bed rocking and the headboard ramming against the wall.

“Oh God, Elvis…” You moan loudly as his cock hits your g-spot repeatedly, pushing you to the edge of oblivion.

“Fuck, I missed you baby.” He feels his orgasm gather between hips and his pace gets more erratic. “Cum for me.”

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” You scream as your climax explodes inside you over and again while you throb on him. He's not far behind you, slamming his hand against the wall as he drives into you one last time, his dick twitching as it empties inside you.

Outside the door, the guys wait and listen to see if you both are okay. As soon as they hear the headboard start to hit the wall, they suppress smiles. Sonny whispers.

“They're fine. Let's leave them to it.” The other guys try not to laugh as they all make their way to the elevator.

Back in the room, you come down from your high, both of you shaking and pressing kisses to each other wherever you can. He nuzzles your neck and whispers.

“Don't leave me again.” You kiss his lips softly.

“I won't. Apparently, I can't.” He smiles and breathes out a small laugh.

“No. It would appear we are stuck with each other.” He kisses your cheek.

“Fine by me.” You whisper, as you look into his eyes.

“We’re bonded, honey. I am yours and you are mine. Forever.” He pushes a piece of hair behind your ear and you kiss the end of his nose.

“Sounds like a dream.” A warm smile breaks across his face.

“It is, baby. It really is.”

******

The End

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Hidden (Kim Mingyu X AFAB!Reader)

Description: angst. You get in a fight with Mingyu :,)

Warnings: slight cussing.

(Haha, not me writing after years of inactivity 😂😭, enjoyyy. Also, this is not revised, so excuse any grammar errors)

It wasn't that you were jealous, not even insecure... it was envy. There you were, sat in the loneliness of your bedroom, tapping through the private Instagram stories of your boyfriend at yet another function. His friends sat at a large table, enjoying their time with him. Time you were missing out on. Time that could have been yours, too.

With a dejected sigh, you drop your phone on your bed and get ready to hop in the shower. The stories had been posted 2 hours earlier, so it came as no surprise to hear the front door of your apartment open and close followed by your boyfriend's heavy footsteps coming in the direction of your bedroom.

You quickly busied yourself looking through your closet for your pajamas until you finally heard him enter. He smelled faintly of alcohol as his warm hands came in contact with your hips from behind. "Hi princess"

"Hey" your response was curt and cold and you knew you were being petty, but there was not a single fiber in you telling you be nice.

He noticed. He always did when you were upset. A sigh left his lips, and he stepped back, allowing you out of his hold. "What did I do now?"

You gave him a quick glance. He was now sitting at the edge of your bed watching you closely, like a math problem he was in a hurry to solve. "Nothing. I'm just tired" he could continue trying to solve it for all you cared.

If only Mingyu were the type to back down.

"Clearly not just 'nothing'" he insisted. "You're upset at me."

"I'm not doing this right now."

"If you don't want to fight, then at least do a good job of acting like everything is ok." now he was upset too. A small part of you wanted to blame yourself for doing this again, but the bigger part of you was hurt and felt left out. Things that a girlfriend should not feel about her boyfriend.

"Where were you tonight?" You finally met eyes with him only to have him roll his at you.

"Seriously?"

"That doesn't answer my question" you insisted.

"I went to have drinks with some friends, it's my day off." He finally conceded. "I didn't invite you because I thought you'd be busy-"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your lips, "bullshit" you interrupt. "Bullshit, Mingyu. You know my schedule. You knew I took today off- shit, I took today off for you and not one single call from you? Not even lunch?"

"Babe, it was a party for Lisa, and we all know you two don't really-"

"Holy shit, that's the excuse you're going with? That it was a party organized for Lisa, who I don't really talk to? At least fucking try to make sense, Kim Mingyu." You had said you weren't insecure, but you started to realize slowly that maybe you were insecure. This had never been an issue to you before Mingyu, you had never felt less than, you had never felt...

Hidden.

"Y/N I was just trying to save you an awkward time-"

Your eyes locked into his guilty black ones immediately, and as if by instinct you knew. "Mingyu, do they know about us?"

He stopped whatever bullshit excuse he was giving you, lips parted and eyes tearing away from your gaze immediately.

You hadn't been together for too long, but definitely long enough for his friends to know, surely. You had told all your friends by the time you'd been dating for 3 months, it would make absolutely no sense for him not to tell his friends after being together for 5 months... right?

"You know my friends know-"

You dropped the clothes in your hands and stomped up to him, shaking your head furious, "No, I know your members know. But what about your friends? Do they know that we're dating? Or am I correct in assuming that you are hiding me?"

You were met by silence. He avoided your gaze and stood from the bed turning his back on you, a hand tangled in his hair. "This is not how I thought tonight would go. I can't believe you're doing this right now."

"You're embarrassed of me?" You didn't mean for your voice to tremble the way it did. You hadn't even realized that your eyes were threatening to spill frustrated tears down your cheeks.

Your boyfriend flinched at the sound of your voice, but he didn't have the courage to face you. "Y/N..."

"Is it because I don't look like one of your super model friends?" You ask, "Or is it because I spend 40 hours a week holed up in an office? Or maybe because I live in an apartment that's the size of your walk in closet?"

He turns to look at you defeated, "Baby no-"

But it's too late. The seed of insecurity within you has germinated, it's grown roots, and they're spreading and wrapping around you at the speed of light. You can no longer keep eye contact with him. In an attempt to hide your tears, you pick up the clothes you'd dropped and start walking past him in direction of your bathroom.

His large hand grabs at your arm softly, "Y/N, please, let's not do this."

"I think you should go home. I have work in the morning." With a soft tug of your arm, his hand drops, and you lock yourself away in your bathroom, pressing a wrist to your lips, hoping that's enough to hide the choked sobs you'd been suppressing for weeks.

[kingofthewilderwest]

Am I the only one who feels like HTTYD isn't as memeable as Shrek or KFP? I know we have "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you." and the famous dancing Toothless, but that one was really from a parody recap. Other than that, I really don't see a lot of memes from it.

I think that means HTTYD is successfully doing its job with the type of narration it intends.

There are comedic lines like "talking fishbone" and "thanks for nothing, you useless reptile" that fandom has parroted since the early days. There's Hiccup encouraging Toothless while the Light Fury looks aghast as a meme template. And fandom can find anything to josh with, be it Hiccup's hot froglegs in HTTYD 2, or Hiccup's love affair with scrap metal from RTTE, or throwing everyone in the dungeon who made a Stoick joke (I am DATING my time in the fandom here, y'all). There will always be moments we play with, as it were.

But HTTYD, while funny, is built on heart. Shrek and KFP have heart, too (especially KFP), but they're built around different vibes (especially Shrek). Shrek was an intentional, abrupt, genuinely shocking aberration from animated fairy tale movies. For people who weren't around when it happened, there's a REASON it was a HUGE, rocking sensation and has become part of permanent culture. Meanwhile, KFP is a comedy action. HTTYD, at its core, is the story of a boy and his dragon, and a boy and his dad. I wouldn't expect fan response or general societal response to respond to these different frameworks the same way.

When audiences think about the impact of HTTYD, they aren't thinking about the pleasurable absurdisms that lead to "You're tearing me APART, Lisa!" or "I don't like sand" (which actually, for the record, I think is an unironically good character scene, sue me).

You ever watch a movie where they try soooo hard to be meme-able? Or they're throwing in jokes at places they shouldn't? I'm not not not saying it happened here, but one of the things I think THW could've improved was by reducing the number of gags it tried to run - while competing for time to emotionally conclude a sweeping trilogy. Sometimes it's not the place for a movie to have the content that'd make it meme-able. HTTYD's always been funny, yeah, and that's part of the franchise's charm. But different types of funny bring different audience results, and you ain't gonna beat Shrek when it comes for appropriate humor vibes for memes.

I could be forgetting a ton in my sleep-deprived state. But I'd agree it's not as meme-able as Shrek, one of the most meme-worthy pieces of media to exist. It means both have their place in the ecosystem of movies, and it makes both of them fantastic for what they are.

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🅦hαt 🅞ncє 🅦αs 🅜ínє

(Dean Winchester x Reader)

(Part 2) (Part 3)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Dean have been close for the past couple of years but you have hunting with them for the past few. You notice that he has seemed off when he came back from Purgatory and all you wanted to do was help. After an argument breaks out- you leave for about a year with a secret you can’t afford to tell.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: some spoilers - some may be MAJOR spoilers, read at your own risk (seasons 6-8, I believe: MAY NOT BE ACCURATE), a brief mention of a night of intimacy but no graphic detail. This story does not follow along with any specific episode

Your heart raced with adrenaline from the last hunt you were on with the Winchester brothers. It was a tough one too and it didn't help that you had been worried about Dean the entire time. You had been with the Winchesters for the past three years. However, there was a shift between the two of you ever since he came back from Purgatory.

You noticed that he had become lost in a way - especially since Cass was gone. You knew that Purgatory was almost like a Hell for Dean since he seemed to feel a sort of guilt. But he wouldn't talk to you about it and you couldn't read his mind. You felt like you were drifting apart.

You remembered the night that Dean finally came back. You knew that Sam had moved on and tried to make a life for himself. But you couldn't move on so easily. You knew at the time he had just moved on from Lisa, then the job got busier and busier with the Leviathan. Then the next thing you knew he was in Purgatory for so long and you never got to tell him how you truly felt.

At least, not until the night that he finally came back.

You remembered the way he looked all roughed up after he came back. How handsome he was, but maybe it was just because you were just so glad that he was back. One thing lead to another and you ended up spending a passionate night together and it was a night you could never forget.

Even if at this moment you were trying so hard not to, especially considering the current circumstances you were in personally. For the past several weeks you were carrying Dean's child. You didn't know how to tell him and a part of you knew he couldn't handle it with everything going on.

"Dean, what the hell is going on with you? I know you went through a lot of crap in Purgatory, and I know you must be missing Cass a hell of a lot right now. We all do! But if you can't get your head on straight or at least talk to somebody, you might end up getting yourself killed one day because you can't focus!" You tried your best to explain.

"Don't act like you know how the hell I handle what's in my head, Y/N." He stated with a growl. "You don't know half the shit I've been through. You weren't there when I was in Hell. You weren't there when Lucifer took over Sam's mind. I know what I'm doing so why don't you stay the hell out of it!?"

"I can't stay out of it because I care about you! Sam cares about you! You know if Cass were here, he'd-"

"Don't you dare bring him up. You know, I should have just listened to Sam when you first came onto the scene." He said and rolled his eyes before he poured himself another glass of whisky.

"Listened to Sam? What was it that he said? Dean, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying you're nothing but a liability! You do nothing but get in the way! We should have never brought you on that very first hunt!" His words broke you to pieces. How long had he felt this way towards you? And everything you went through, did all of this mean nothing to him? You had done your best to be there for him and he just thought you were in the way the whole time?

You saw the instant regret on Dean's face after he said what he did but it was too late. You looked away from him and your eyes started to burn with tears that were starting to form

"Y/N, wait, I didn't mean-"

"Forget it, Dean. You want me gone, then I'll leave. I won't be in your way. You want to self destruct, fine. You have Sam to worry about you."

Then you packed your bags and left.

*************************************************

All of that happened about a year ago.

For a year you went through a pregnancy and a birth alone. You didn't have all of the answers. You didn't know how the hell you were supposed to take care of your little girl on your own. But you were doing everything you could by taking it one day at a time. That was all you could really do at this point.

Throughout the pregnancy you were working at a Walgreen's and you were living in a small apartment and trying your best to get by. You were doing well for the most part though. Better than living on the road and hopping from one hotel room to another.

Luckily, tonight you were able to have your day off. So you spent your time with your beloved daughter, Y/C/N. She had Dean's forest-green eyes and your hair color. She was only about three months old but you wanted to protect her from everything that was out there, especially since you knew what dangers were out there. If any demon, angel or monster found out there was a little Winchester- who knew what kind of horror would be after the last piece of Dean you had.

Once you had finished giving your baby girl her bath and gotten her dress on, you noticed some lights flickering in the room. That was instantly a red flag in your mind. Of course you knew all the ins and outs of hunting and keeping your home safe because of your experience with the Winchesters. And there were some occasions when it really was just a blown fuse and there was no sulfur left behind. But you were always cautious, and understandably so.

You held the baby close as you went to your room and you watched as the lights started to flicker again. You took the can of salt on your dresser and used your free hand to open it up and you put it on your windowsills, beneath the door, anywhere to prevent demons from coming in. And even if they did, you had a rug in front of your bedroom door that had a devil's trap beneath it so it wouldn't get to you or your daughter.

Suddenly, you hear your apartment door bust open and you start hearing all kinds of commotion like a fight was happening only for a demonic cry to be heard. You covered Y/C/N's ears and held onto her and you wondered what the hell was happening out there. Soon, though, you started hearing voices.

"I think that's all of them. Let's get back so I can be ready for work at the station by Monday." Was that Jodi? What are was she doing all the way out here.

"We have to see if she's here though. Who knows what can be out there looking for her." That sounded like Castiel. When did he come back? How did he come back!? Your mind was swirling with so many questions.

You slowly got out of the bed and walked over to the door. When you opened it you saw Cass and Jodi look towards your direction and you watched Jodi's eyes light up and a smile showed on her face.

"Y/N! You're safe! It's so good to see you." She said as she walked over and that was when she saw your little bundle of joy in your arms, "And who's this precious thing?"

"Jodi, Cass! It's really good to see you guys! This is Y/C/N. She's mu daughter." You introduced.

"Daughter? When did that happen? Do you have a boyfriend here?" Jodi began to ask and you shook your head at the last question.

"No boyfriend, and I found out about a year ago, and Half Pint here is three months. I've just been here trying to lay low so nothing finds us." You explained and you could feel the angel's gaze. When you glanced over, you knew he could tell what happened. And who knew what Dean told him when he came back. If he even went to Dean that is.

"Does Dean know?" It was an inevitable, and reasonable, question that you knew was bound to come up from Castiel. He knew of your feelings for the older brother, and he knew there seemed to be something unspoken between you two for a while before he went to Purgatory. Other than that, you didn't know if Dean filled him in on anything else.

"I didn't get the chance to tell him. I left after a fight we had. Something about how he shouldn't have let me tag along on the first hunt." You felt a soft hand on your shoulder and knew that it was Jodi.

"Why don't you both come and stay with me? It'll be a lot safer that way and at least you won't be on your own. Plus you wouldn't have to worry so much about monsters coming in without backup." The sheriff said and motioned to the salt on the windowsills.

You thought about it for a few moments and looked down at your daughter who was rubbing her eyes like she was tired. You had to think of what was best for her. You knew she didn't need a mom who was stretched thin with work then having to worry about hunting. It would be great to have the help. No one said that being a single mom was easy.

"Yeah, that would be great, Jodi. I appreciate it." You nodded

~

So much had been going on since you've left and it was like Sam and Dean couldn't get a rest. After Kevin took a Word of God from Crowley and have him translate the tablets to Sam having to complete certain trials that Dean knew he shouldn't be doing anyway. And that was the current thing on the Winchesters' agenda.

Too much has been going on and Dean was already getting so tired of all of it. There seemed to be no end to it but he knew he had to stay determined through all of it at least for his brother's sake. He's pretty much left behind the idea of retiring from this gig. He tried that once and of course the Apple Pie life fell through for him.

What sucks about it is that Dean didn't have you in his back corner anymore. You weren't there to be his 'new eyes' on a situation or bring some kind of positive to a situation. You weren't there to have little drinking competitions with him, remark on crappy television with him, you weren't there to take his mind off this job he was raised in.

And pushing you away was another item on his never-ending list of regret.

But of course, with all of the things he had on his plate and having to save the world yet again, he couldn't exactly showed just how much he had been thinking about you even if you've never left Dean's mind. And Sam knew it too.

Dean was sitting at one of the tables in the Bunker since that's where he and Sam have been living. He knew if you were here you'd probably make it a little more home-y. Lately he had been focusing on the trials that Sam had to face. He passed the first one but he knew this was going to take a toll on Sam. If he could trade places than he would, but Sam could be just as stubborn as Dean sometimes.

Dean looked over at the bottle of whisky before he picked it up and poured himself another glass before he opened up his laptop to do some research outside of these books. The first trial that Sam completes was bathe in hell hound blood. The next one was saving a soul from Hell. The final was to cure a demon and that would be a whole other ball game when the time came up. One thing at a time. He wasn't sure how his brother was supposed to do the next trial but he knew that Cass said Sam's health would decrease almost at a subatomic level.

While Dean was deep in his thoughts of this trial business, his phone started to ring unexpectedly.

Dean glanced over at his phone and saw Jodi's name and picture show up on his screen. An odd surprise since it's been a while since he had heard from her but he picked up the phone wondering if something was wrong and she needed some kind of help.

"Jodi? What's up?" He asked and took a sip of his whisky before setting the glass down on the table.

"Dean? It's Y/N... we need to talk."

Thank you all for reading!

This is my 1st mini series for Dean Winchester so thank you for taking am interest in reading this! If you liked this little story please feel free to comment or like it! Especially if you’d like to see a second part to this story to see if the reader will tell Dean about their daughter in the midst of what’s going on. 🖤

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