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Where is my soulmate at? 😭🤔

TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW | jake kiszka (18+)

pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

synopsis: based on that 2016 tumblr soulmate trope where it’s black and white until they meet, also emotion sharing

requests: soulmates au, fic based on song

cw: vulgar language, angst, toxicity, fluff, anti-climactic happy ending, soulmate au tingz, nightmare trope, lowkey slow burn but not really, rivals to lovers

wc: ~3500

a/n: WORLD BUILDING REE xx gene

song link: To Late to Turn Back Now - Cornelius Brothers & Sister Rose

MY MAMA TOLD ME, SHE SAID, "SON, PLEASE BEWARE / THERE'S THIS THING CALLED LOVE, AND IT'S AH EV'RYWHERE"

Jake grew up in a glass house; envious of the idealized soulmate dynamic. His parents never saw color, only settling for black and white. He had grown up in institutions propagating the idea of a soulmate---someone who would know you better than yourself---but lived in the reality that not everyone found their match. He had experienced too many people in his community only experiencing their lives through a black and white lens, destined to wait another lifetime until finding the one they were fated to be with.

He was never sure if his parents truly loved one another mainly because they matched so they wouldn’t end up alone. Maybe one of his parents loved the other, but they would never really know.

AND SHE TOLD ME IT CAN BREAK YOUR HEART…/ AND PUT YOU IN MISERY…

He could see in his mother’s eyes that love existed towards his father, seemingly more than what his father felt in exchange. His father’s wandering gaze shared more passion and lust in crowds of strangers than when he looked at his own wife. Jake’s parents were trapped in a relentless cycle of asking themselves what if…

And never finding the answers that would satisfy their unhappy disillusions.

Misery; that was how Jake would describe love.

For years he had to plaster a smile on his face, congratulating each of his friends as they began to find their soulmates. Time after time, he was waiting at a bar when one of them would grow quiet, making eye contact with someone across the room. The next thing he knew, Jake was being strapped into a groomsman’s tux and standing at the end of an aisle. He was constantly choking back criticisms that he knew would fall on deaf ears.

Despite his figurative forcefield, Jake knew you were out there. It seemed like as he grew older, his emotions were never fully his own. He knew you were responsible for the opposite end of the emotional scale that he was suddenly becoming more accustomed to.

Yet, Jake was stubborn. Instead, he suppressed your feelings of optimism and joy; content with the idea of living his life in a black and white world.

SINCE I MET THIS LITTLE WOMAN I FEEL IT'S HAPPENED TO ME

You pulled the collar of your jacket closer to your ears to fight against the biting cold. You were at the end of your rope already when the subway had been late, leaving you stranded for an hour before you were shoved into a seat next to a woman on the verge of labor.

Needless to say, you were thankful to be a few blocks from your apartment finally.

Accidentally stepping into a massive puddle, you trudged up the subway steps, ignoring the flickering lamp overhead and the bustle of the city at the threshold. A slight tinge of frustration drew your eyes away from the concrete beneath you, spotting a long-haired man with sharp features. He seemed to share the sudden disdain for your day as your irises focused on his.

The world around you began to blur before color began to pool in the corners of your eyes. His honey gaze was the first color you would ever see. Next would be the tone of his sun-kissed skin and the brightness of his scarf. The city around his features blossomed into shades of grays and blues, yet he remained bright.

His eyes were glued to yours in curiosity; studying your features to see if you would be the first to break the silence between the two of you. His soft lips parted slightly as he sighed deeply like he was already regretting something at the sight of you.

You, on the other hand, were relieved. Finally, you would no longer have to sit through the intensive conversations laid on by your family members as your sister and friend each found their soulmates. You also could finally blame the hot head in front of you for losing his temper at the worst possible times.

AND I’M TELLIN’ YOU / IT’S TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW

You gnawed the inside of your cheek as you approached one another. He seemed disinterested as you introduced yourself, muttering to himself more than answering your questions. You furrowed your brows at him as the two of you began to feed into each other’s tempers. “Look, I don’t have time for this right now. I don’t even want a soulmate,” he grumbled as you rested your hands on your hips.

You scoffed. “You think I was so desperate to find you?” You countered. “We should at least swap numbers so we can get a counselor for when you’re ready.”

He rolled his eyes again. Every couple was assigned a counselor for emotions management, being that the pairs usually shared intense emotions. You knew you’d need one on speed dial for the way Jake was at your first meeting. The fact that you couldn’t tell straight off the bat if you were agitated or just experiencing his feelings scared you.

As the two of you created contacts for each other with minimally labeled names, Jake pulled a cigarette from his pocket. You begrudgingly offered him a lighter. “Too late to turn back now, huh?” He muttered, making you chuckle.

When the two of you parted, Jake stubbornly refused to acknowledge the slight twinge in his gut. He already swore that the soulmate pairing was against his free will and due to some chemical imbalance produced by a nutrient in the city’s water supply. Yet, the color of your eyes flashed into his mind, making him kick his boot against the ground and huff.

I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE I’M FALLING IN LOVE

You and Jake had agreed to spend time together, trying to warm up to the idea of each other the best you could. You went on outings to meet friend groups, casual dates where you let hours pass as you shopped around the grocery store for one of you, even inviting each other along when you had errands to run. Your arguments were becoming more comfortable and you had come to accept that the pair of you couldn't go without a disagreement, therefore living with the petty outbursts over nothing became a staple in your mode of communication.

You liked Jake’s friends, finding it strange how bright and outgoing they were compared to him. At gatherings, the two of you usually stood together in a group, Jake’s hand usually brushing against yours in a short communication that he was still around even if you didn’t require it. This was something you noticed about him almost instantly: he would never admit it aloud to you, but he seemed to like the reassurance that you were still by his side in social settings.

That being said, it was usually your counselor that would force the two of you to actually show each other affection.

In one session, she had insisted that the two of you hold hands, feeling that physical touch was the quickest way to break barriers. It led to the two of you bickering while Jake’s fingers were threaded with yours, his palm warm against your skin. His hazel gaze would narrow at you as you brought up something annoying he did, like when he would run up your heels with a shopping cart or hog the blankets when the two of you were watching a movie. Yet his hand would tighten around yours, refusing to let you go.

Another time, your counselor insisted on a more direct form of communication for the two of you which involved facing each other in armchairs and saying what you liked about each other. By this point, Jake had been in your life for a few months so without thinking, your feet were kicked up on the cushion beside him as his arm leaned against your legs, his dark eyes focusing on how you twisted your hands.

“I don’t hate it when you run with my jokes,” you mentioned, tilting your head as if you were trying to satisfy yourself with your own answer.

Jake sighed, thumb rolling over your denim-clad shin. His gaze flickered to the counselor. “You think this is going to build self-confidence or something?” He tutted at her. Her irises drew up from his hand on your leg before violently nodding. He rolled his eyes back to you. “Um…” He clicked his tongue as he thought. “I like that you don’t use emojis.”

The counselor was mainly there to keep you both level-headed. Something you had discovered from these sessions was how intense Jake was regarding his emotions. She figured that the two of you weren’t actually prone to so many arguments and the rivalry, but rather it was just Jake dwelling on bitterness and pessimism. When the two of you fought over bigger topics---not related to which guitarist was the best or which Pringles flavor tasted better---you found yourself instantly overcome with frustration, mainly rolling off of his shoulders.

“It comes with the territory,” your counselor had reasoned.

Jake felt everything to the tenth degree, meaning that you now shared this side of him even more intensely.

… IT SO UNUSUAL FOR ME TO CARRY ON THIS WAY

More months passed, peeling back the layers and barriers the two of you had put up between each other. You studied trivia flashcards about each other, trying to get to know one another as people rather than just partners. You reprogrammed the radio in his car by this point, making it difficult for him to forget the feeling of you in his passenger seat. He was at your side for birthdays and your family get-togethers. Your friends favored him more than you had expected them to.

The two of you moved in together rather quickly, yet still slept apart despite the protest from your counselor. You usually nested yourself in the master bedroom and he had found a home with his guitars in one of the guest rooms. You ate dinners together, engaging in as much small talk as possible.

It was clear from the beginning that the goal was to build a life around each other as soon as possible. Your counselor had read in one study that soulmates who didn’t click right away repelled each other until they became a habit to one another.

I TELL YOU, I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT, A WANTING TO HOLD HER TIGHT / I TRIED SO HARD TO CONVINCE MYSELF THAT THIS FEELIN' JUST CAN'T BE RIGHT

Jake bit his tongue at the subtle disdain you exhibited in leaving your apartment. He couldn’t deny the justice that came with neither of you having your way, but still enjoyed co-existing with you. You were growing on him, despite him finding your hair on his jacket the morning after a night out or when you would switch the channel on the tv when he was watching something. He enjoyed making breakfast with you---the two of you still tired from the heavy rest as you maneuvered around each other softly, following an unspoken schedule.

He continued on his bitter charade just as you did; your rock-hard surfaces complimenting each other until one of you would dare show a weak spot. He found it odd how often you were on his mind. Sometimes his mind would drift to when the two of you first met, making his stomach twist at the thought of how much he wanted to escape you. Well, not you, but the concept that brought you to him. He knew that if you were living in a world without the obligation of soulmates, he would want to find you.

Jake let himself imagine what it would be like in that reality. You’d probably meet in a bar where he’d buy you a drink you wouldn’t finish because you’d be too busy telling him one of your long-winded and complex stories. He thought about how much happier his parents would be, and the first time you met them it would have been during some stupid holiday in the house where he grew up.

It was his swelling emotion of fondness that seemed to seep into your mind too. You grew to recognize the look in his eye during a counseling session when he seemed to want to tell you something. You knew him better than the counselor would give you credit for. When you saw that small glimmer in his gaze, you sat close enough that your arm would rest against his, or you’d stretch your pinky out to wrap around his.

AND I’M TELLIN’ YOU / IT’S TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW

Sweat pooled at your hairline as you fought to kick to the surface of the water, the seaweed wrapping around your ankles as your lungs gasped for breath. The water was growing murkier around you, the plants pulling you further into the depths of the darkness. You were beginning to panic as you struggled.

Jake’s stomach was twisting in knots for a reason he couldn’t figure out. Something in the back of his mind kept itching at him that the feeling was from you. He rolled his eyes and turned over on his stomach, squeezing his eyes shut to try and ignore the echoing fear in his thoughts. It was a dull feeling, so he figured it couldn’t be serious.

That was until a spike of panic tightened in his chest, making him sit upright in bed. He wet his lips, mulling over the consequences in his head if he checked in on you. He could almost hear your voice in his thoughts calling out to him.

Trudging the distance to your room, Jake yawned and pulled a hoodie over his head. Your room was silent as he pressed his ear to the wood of your door before knocking. The panic in his body began to build when you didn’t answer, unable to tell if it was his own fear or yours.

He twisted the knob, peeking his head into your room to spot you curled into the sheets, fingers tightening around the material tightly. He chewed on his lip as he realized the adrenaline was from a nightmare you were having. He silenced the side of him debating against interfering as he stepped into your room, sitting on the edge of your bed.

Jake gingerly rested a hand on your shoulder, jumping as you sparked awake, the two of you scaring each other from the sudden movement. You sighed in relief when you saw his face, something that tugged at his heart.

… I BELIEVE I’M FALLING IN LOVE

You threw your arms around him without thinking, digging your nose into the crook of his neck to breathe in the scent of his hair as silent tears slipped from your eyes. He was stunned at the action, but the beating of your heart against his chest drew him from his frozen state as he returned your embrace, holding you tightly. His fingertips carefully caressed the valley of your spine, hushing your fears as he drew you closer to him. Your body felt right in his grasp, as if you belonged in such a proximity to him.

You were eased at the warmth of his skin and the coo of his voice as he assured you that you weren’t alone. The material of his clothes was soft as you clung to him. The two of you had never been pressed together so closely, and you weren’t sure you wanted it to end.

Jake pulled back from you slightly, brushing one of his hands into your hair to push it away from your face until his palm was resting on the back of your neck. His thumb smoothed against the tension in your jaw as your hand covered his. He wiped away the roadmap of tears streaked across your face. His features were soft in the dim lighting as you took a deep breath to calm the trembling of your teeth.

You moved into the cold spot of your bed, pulling him beneath the sheets with you. As he settled in, he tugged you against his chest, letting you nestle into the fabric of his sweatshirt. The mellow beating of his heart lulled you back to sleep, your dreams now of the cedar wood trees from Jake’s cologne.

As you drifted off, Jake curled into your warmth. He pressed his cheek against your forehead as you cuddled into his hold, wishing he could live in this moment until he died.

I WOULDN’T MIND IT IF I KNEW SHE REALLY LOVED ME TOO

It was different between the two of you after that night. At bars, you would pull his arm around your shoulders or thread your fingers with his. You felt yourself falling for him rather quickly after bonding with him over your nightmare.

But pieces of you worried that what you were feeling was merely what Jake was experiencing rather than your own emotions. You knew how intense his emotions could be so it wasn’t so far out of the water to have the nagging idea that he was loving you enough for the both of you.

In a separate session, you had met with your counselor to discuss this fact, finding that the absence of Jake by your side left you vulnerable. The two of you usually teamed up against her tactics and made a joke out of her bonding exercises. You missed him.

“It’s normal to question if what you’re feeling is real,” she commented. You sucked on your teeth with a slight sigh. “He’s asked me about this too.”

You perked an eyebrow at her words. “He has?”

She nodded. “I knew right away that he was going to fall for you, and fall hard.” She peeked out one of her large windows after she expanded. “Does it matter?” Your gaze narrowed with her question. “If you both feel the same, does it matter?”

BUT I’D HATE TO THINK I’M IN LOVE ALONE / AND NOTHING THAT I CAN DO

Jake looked over his shoulder from his place in the living room as you got home. He sent you a small wave as you stepped over the back of the couch and slid into the spot next to him, tucking yourself under the blanket he had commandeered. You peered at him out of the corner of your eye, wanting to ask him about the questions swirling in your head.

Instead, you studied his features. The neutral tones of his flannel complimented the shades of brown in his hair, the tones of honey in his eyes. He turned to catch your gaze, snorting as you held his attention with an unreadable expression.

He knew what you wanted to say, but he refused to be the first to break the ice into the conversation you were edging towards. You wet your lips, letting your weight lean against his shoulder as you looked down at your hands. The feeling of your body against his set him at ease.

“Are you okay with this now?” You asked him, flashing your eyes up to his before avoiding his gaze once again. His brows knitted together. “I mean me. Are you okay with me now or are you just feeling that I’m okay with you now?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “What?”

You chewed on your lip. “You know,” you trailed off momentarily. “Do you like me?”

He scoffed. “Are we in middle school? Of course I like you,” he teased sarcastically.

You sighed. “No, Jake. I’m okay with you. I’m okay with this,” you clarified, gesturing to the space around you. “Do you feel the same way or is it the stupid emotion sharing thing?”

He nodded slowly, nudging your arm with his. “I’m okay with you, too. I don’t think it’s the emotion thing.”

IT’S TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW

You mirrored his gesture, sinking further into the couch beside him. He continued to look at you as if he were mulling something over. His other hand reached towards you, slipping his fingers into the space between the skin of your neck and the collar of your sweatshirt. It was actually his clothing, the thought of you wearing it so blatantly in front of your counselor made him want to laugh.

Instead, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, drawing you closer to him to press your lips against his in a kiss that could soothe even the most troublesome mind. It seemed that the colors behind your eyes burned more vibrantly, every sensation seemingly becoming more heightened at the taste of him.

“I’m okay with you, I promise,” he chided as he reluctantly drew himself away from you, a blush spreading across your face at his tone.

I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE I’M FALLING IN LOVE

Kirk Hammett, 2019. Photo by Brett Murray.

Got a bit wine drunk, started a new clegan fic, will I be finishing it? No one knows. Bon apetit 😘

(Again sorry for the typos and grammatical errors English is not my first language)

John was about to die of boredom being stuck in his car for countless of hours surviving only on coffee and pie from the shabby road side diners he passed by. But the thought of what (or more like who) waited for him at the end of his journey made it all worth while in the end.

After what felt like an eternity and countless questions of strangers to point him in the right direction he finally caught the sight he was looking for at the end of the long winding dirt road.

A white paneled farmhouse stood stretching high on the ground like some kind of holy church surrounded by mountains and carefully placed wooden fences greeted him like some sort of salvation. Offering him a bit of peace and comfort.

Clambering out of his beat up pickup truck he stretched out his sore and stiff joints squinting in the glaring sun, wishing he had a hat to block out the harsh light.

He carefully pulled out his pack of smokes and lit up, savoring the first bitter drag with a quiet hum. He felt up the pocket of his slacks for the letter that was sent to him a week ago inviting him to the cozy ranch. Tracing the worn edges of the envelope he let his heart jump in the thought of the sender.

In hopes of a comfier seat and maybe some fresh warm coffee he made the short distance from his car to the worn down steps of the grand house. At the front door he took inventory of the porch, already imagining himself having a drink and a well deserved smoke sitting in one of the white woven chairs. There was a horseshoe hung on the doorframe for good luck and he had to admit that it’s kind of funny considering the fact that the owner of the house doesn’t believe in superstitions.

John raised his hand to knock but suddenly he felt a bit self conscious about the state he must be in after the long hours spent in his car. Trying to get himself under wraps he combed his fingers through his curls, longer than regulations now that the war has ended and he’s out of the army, and tucked his shirt in more firmly into the waist of his pants. Dusting himself off and rubbing his face with his hands to try and look more presentable. He had to laugh at the notion, it’s unlikely that his host would have any issues with his appearance anyways.

Finally in giddy happiness he rapped his knuckles on the painted doorframe and waited for the sweet sight of the man he so desperately wanted to see.

But there was no answer, so he knocked again and again to no avail. Maybe he was in the deeper parts of the large looking house and couldn’t hear his desperate ministration. So he opted for pounding his fist on the door, three heavy swings enough to wake the dead, and nothing. John was kind of worried that maybe the man of the hour is not home as they never set a date for the visit.

As he was about to sit on the steps to light another cigarette he heard a shout and some commotion from the far left of him and went to investigate. He rounded the house and walked along the fence a few paces, that’s when he got a sight of him. After what felt like an eternity, which was in real time only under a short year, he finally had his sight set on him.

Buck was glowing in the mid afternoon sun. He was on the back of a white stallion in full on cowboy getup. His golden spun hair was showed under a tan cowboy hat. His button up was loose from his tight denim jeans that hugged his long strong legs and he wore some dark brown leather boots that were secured in silver stirrups.

John’s breath caught in his throat and he allowed his poor heart to miss a few beats. Gale did cut a magnificent image in his natural element. As he was sure that the sun comes up every morning he was also sure that he will never see Gale ride a horse, but he was pleasantly proven wrong.

Gale looked like a real cowboy, he is a real cowboy John accepts the fact as he also accepts that he is unable to look away. Because Gale is breathtaking, he is breathtaking and John’s heart squeezes painfully. Gale stays glued to the saddle like he’s paid by the hour to do so and shouts commands to the seemingly wild horse, trying to break it in.

John whistles loudly to get his attention and Gale’s head snaps in his direction and lets out a whistle of his own to the horse and starts galloping toward John. The horse following his order makes a break in the direction Gale points him and delivers his rider in no time.

The horse kicks up quite a dust cloud as Gale skids him to a stop in front of the fence. John unable to help himself jumps back a bit. As the dust settles the first thing he sees is Buck’s toothy grin.

“Well I’ll be damned, howdy city boy” Gale greats him laying his accent on thick, leaning on the saddle with his arms crossed. John hopes he can blame the blush that spreads high on his cheeks on the warm Wyoming air.

“Hello partner” he greets Gale trying to copy the accent but failing miserably and sounding way too goofy as soon as he can get the words out “Do I have to worry about you spitting chewing tobacco at my feet or you didn’t quite commit to the whole cowboy shebang?”

Soooo good, pretty, gorgeous 😭😭🫶🏼

if you go, i’ll stay. you come back, i’ll be right here.

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Another edit of Kork 🫶🏼

I just really like this concept tbh 😁 I’ll maybe do some more 🫢

Mom I FREW UP 🥴

(meme by me)

Pls I need some friends 🥲🥲🙃❤️‍🔥🌹

reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole

I woke up saw this and I fainted.

I’ll be spending the day in my enclosure reading this 🖤🖤

i followed fires. a clegan halloween fic (27k)

There is a coyote who follows John Egan through the scrublands of New Mexico. A pale-eyed, pale-furred, washed-out shape against the desert night. Limbs too long and paws dexterous as it lopes just out of sight. Sometimes it stood upright, mouth lolling open wet and pink and full of teeth. Sometimes it is a man too, still furred and broken-limbed but with a maw that could almost form words and hips that narrowed delicately.

It is never human, but sometimes it is a man. -- A spooky oooky ghosty Halloween fic. A larger trigger list will be contained inside!

Wife in distress

Pfff Chile….. I knew I had to see him without the 😸tickler <3

And now I don’t know how to feel 💀

I thought he’s gonna look a bit more like Jake. Who’s this?! He’s still my man tho 💁🏼‍♀️❤️‍🔥💍

[Original pic credit to owner]

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