#and I guess either way I'll also be going tomorrow since it's going on all weekend

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Currently wrestling with my desire to go out to an event vs. my desire to stay home and just enjoy it being Friday by chilling the fuck out with a nap, edibles, and video games.

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Binge-reading Dungeon Meshi because it's the only thing standing between me and suicide ngl.

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What we have is worth fighting for (Lance Stroll)

Lance's lifestyle seems so different to your own that your mind has no other place to go other than doubt

Note: english is not my first language. Here's some Lance for you. And also a topic that whenever I have way too much time, I sometimes think about and I have yet to reach a proper conclusion. Do I like how this turned out? I'm not sure

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"Do you have time to go to my place for a bit? I know you have an early morning tomorrow.", Lance pointed out despite wanting to enjoy your company for a little longer. Looking at your wristwatch, you debated it, figuring that, realistically, another night where you slept a little bit less was not going to make a difference considering you hadn't slept the recommended amount of hours since you were a teenager, "I have time", you smiled, allowing Lance to open the door on the passengers' side of his car so you could get in.

It was not the first time you had been in his car on your way to his place. From the beggining, you understood that while Lance had a very public job, he preferred to keep the other parts of his life on the private side, hence the fact that you had kept your dates as private as possible, in smaller places in town that you knew of and between your flat and his place. You sat in his big sofa after leaving your shoes at the door, making yourself as comfortable as you could while he went to the laundry room, mentioning something about a blanket he had spilled some tea on.

"The stain is cleaned, so, there you go", Lance announced, arriving with the soft material in his arm and giving it to you, "do you want some tea? I think I found the one we had at your place last week", he offered, accepting your nod, "yes, please", and heading for his kitchen.

Looking around, you couldn't help the curiosity that came over you as you looked at all the picture frames while laying the blanket on top of your legs. Some family holidays, you presumed, with Lance and his sister playing in snow in some pictures, but also some with a beautiful beach in the background. The pictures with a city background made it harder for you to guess where it was, some aspects allowing you to distinguish between probable different continents given the architectural design of the buildings, but still not enough to list all of them. "Don't look to close or you might start loosing interest", Lance startled you as he walked with two steaming mugs, setting them on the coasters on the coffee table in front of you.

Blushing for being caught, you thanked him and held the mug between your hands, taking a sip from it as you expected him to pick up on any subject we'd want to talk about. Lately, every day you had spent some time with Lance, it usually ended up in either of your places, just talking while having some form of snack or drinks. He was definitely not who you expected to click with, much less with how quick it happened. You felt yourself roll your eyes everytime you thought about it, but he was the picture you imagined whenever someone questioned you about the qualities in the partner you were looking for.

"I think it's time for me to go home", you admitted reluctantly, realising that if you didn't, you would suffer the consequences while you were attending lectures, "let me take you then", Lance smiled, patting his thighs and getting up while you folded the blanket. "No, no need, I can just call an Uber, I-", you were interrupted by Lance, "Nonsense, I suggested we come here, and I have the time, I'll do it", he noted, grabbing his car keys once he put his shoes on and leading the way.

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"Hey, are you having a good day? I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time", Lance asked over the phone, the sound of the blinker allowing you to presume he was driving, "hello! I've had a full day, I'm leaving the library now - thank you, see you tomorrow -, sorry, I was just talking to the desk lady, but yes, it's been work heavy, but I got all of it done", you smiled and sighed, the tiredness overcoming your body as you walked down the stairs.

"That's good, Y/N, that's amazing!", he reinforced, "how would you feel about having something to eat together? I know you probably don't want to go anywhere, so how about I get us some take away and I meet you at your place?", he offered, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Given your busy schedule and how tired you got when it all piled up, it was not easy for some of your friends to understand that you preferred to stay in instead of going out.

"That's a nice plan. I'm going home now, so I'll meet you there? I just have to change out of these clothes so I look a little bit more presentable", you chuckled, "I'm sure you look the prettiest", he urged over the phone, "I'm going to call and make the order and then I'll let you know when I'm heading to your place", he finished, bidding goodbye to eachother as you walked home.

Walking inside your small flat, you thanked your past self for having taken care of cleaning it during the weekend, only having to put away some textbooks and some folders so the papers wouldn't be floating around the living room. It didn't take long before Lance texted you saying he already had the food with him and that he was making his way to your place.

You were setting the table when you heard the knock on the door, looking around and checking if anything else was misplaced before opening the door, "hey! Come in", you urged him, seeing Lance carrying two bags of food, "can you bring those to the table, please? I'll just leave my shoes and coat here", he smiled charmingly, doing so while you carried the bags to the table, wondering what he could've possibly bought that was so heavy.

"I'm here!", Lance approached you, kissing your cheek and showing you a small bunch of flowers, "the shop by the restaurant only had these left, they were just about to close and the lady made them look as pretty as possible", be smiled, handing you the nice smelling flowers, "Oh, I wasn't expecting these, thank you!", you smiled, kissing his cheek and he took the opportunity to squeeze you into a hug, "it's alright", he forwarded, "Shall we eat though? I'm quite hungry, and I bet you are too, so I got a little portion of a few things from this italian that is really really good. I went there with my sister when she and her husband visited and they loved it, too!", he said as he took the take out boxes from the paper bags.

Despite there being a lot of different starters and main dishes, they had been perfectly portioned so they would satisfy both of you and not leave any leftovers, "Oh, try this! It's incredible", you mentioned, swirling your fork so you could gather the pasta and forming a shell with your hand so the sauce wouldn't drip and you could give it to Lance, not even thinking about how the gesture would be perceived. Quickly, Lance ate the forkful and groaned, not seeming to have minded it, "it tastes amazing! But is is better than this one?", he quirked, doing the same wirh his fork and feeding you a ravioli, smiling when he noticed your puffed out cheeks blowing air so it wouldn't be as hot.

Like usual, conversation flowed easily and you had a great night, ending up sitting together on your sofa and had slowly inched closer to one another, "today really tired you out, hm? Do you want me to leave?", Lance said, noticing you were nearly falling asleep on his shoulder, "no, don't leave", you quickly replied, "but yes, I had a lot to get through", you noted, feeling his head turn to look at you, "what tasks did you so then? Is it that research project?", he curiously asked. Looking back up at him, you listed all the things you had done, "we got to the next phase already, so that's been good, but also more work. Then some spreadsheets where I almost lost my mind, but some video on YouTube explained it, so that was sorted", you said, "and that was it. I know it sounds like I didn't do much, but it did consume some energy", you blushed, "Why would you say that? You are in front of all these projects and making sure things are running smoothly. That's not an easy job, you should be proud of yourself, like I am", he tempted. It wasn't the first time he had said something like that, and he hoped you were starting to catch up on his intentions. It was hard to deny the attraction he felt for you, but also how you just clicked. Lance hadn't felt like that about someone in a really long time, where he thought that someone could be it in the long run. While he didn't want to come on too strong or feel like he was on a clock, he also wanted to make sure you knew where he stood when it came to you.

"You are?", you questioned, maybe a bit too strong for the average person's liking, but it was not a word you heard everyday, much less a feeling you knew people had for you. "Yes, I'm very proud of you. Of what you're doing and how you're doing it", Lance looked straight into your eyes, "I'm also growing very fond of you. I really like you, Y/N", he gazed between your lips and your eyes.

"I really like you too, Lance", you whispered, afraid to disturb if you spoke to loud you'd ruin the moment, pushing your face closer to his so you could show him that if he wanted to, you were all in as well.

The Canadian driver took this opportunity to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb on your clean cheek before he pressed his lips to yours, lips moudling perfectly with one another. Smiling within the kiss, you wetr the first to break it off for air, looking up at him, "seems we're on the same page then".

You spent the rest of the night basking in eachothers affection, feeling brave enough to do so now that you both knew how the other felt and enjoying how it made you feel until Lance had to leave, "tomorrow has an early start for me, so I better get going", he groaned, getting up from the sofa and holding his hand out, making you attach your hand to his. Thinking he was just helping you up, you were surprised when he pushed you up with enough strength to face his, chest to chest so he could kiss your forehead, "C'mon, I want to help you tidy the kitchen before I leave", he smiled, guiding you both to the room in question so you could do so.

Lance had already left with a kiss of goodnight and a promise he would text you when he got gome, leaving you to close the apartment and also get ready for bed. Walking out of the kitchen, you noticed that you had left one of the paper bags on the floor, grabbing it so you could fold it for another time when you heard some wrinkling. Inside, the noise belonged to the receipt of the order, and you grabbed it mindlessly and a little curious. The food was great, you recognised, but the price Lance paid for a middle of the week take away was out of whatever you could have imagined. He insisted he wanted to pay for it all, despite you saying that you should at least pay your half, and now you couldn't help but think how normal and fine it had been for him to just swipe his card and pay for it. Probably like the no big deal that it was for him.

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Lance was away for a race weekend, and despite the busy schedule, he still found time to videocall you, always looking forward to hearing how your day went and what you had been up to, "we just started on the data collection, and it's going really well. It's not some groundbreaking thing right now, but it's going somewhere, I can feel it", you smiled, "and you? The car seemed good today", you asked him, seeing his smile that went immediately to your stomach, butterflies erupting into a dance.

"Yes, it was incredible! It finally feels like we have a car that can takes us to the podium of the championship, you know? It's a pleasure to drive and the track is awesome!", he beamed, "I just wish you were here with me to experience it all, the city's really cool too", he offered, listing a few activities he had done and places he had seen.

There was another thing that got your mind spinning. As much as you didn't like to admit it, those thoughts had been plaguing your mind for a few days now. If there was some scale to assess it, you're Lance's lifestyle and your own would be pretty far from eachothers. He spent the better part of his year travelling around the world, staying in the most luxurious hotels and enjoying the most incredible experiences. On your end, you were lucky if you got enough time to take some time off and away from all the work. If this was to go further, your schedule and your lifestyle wouldn't allow you to be the partner that travels to nearly all the races or the one that is seen strutting around the paddock in the most lavish outfits. Would that be an obstacle in the relationship you were building with Lance? Should you start backing out now?

"Hey, Y/N?", he called, "is everything okay? I think I lost you there for a bit", he smiled, teasing you even though there was also a slight concern, "are you too tired? I probably shouldn't have called so late, right?", he forwarded. Despite not wanting him to feel guilty about it, you took the opportunity since your mind wasn't settling, "don't feel guilty, Lance. I haven't been sleeping well these past few nights and it's catching up on me", you half lied, "but I think I might have an early night today, see if sleep comes around", you smiled genuinely at the screen as you saw his features soften, "alright, sweetheart. Have a good sleep", he softly said, blowing you a kiss while you did the same, dialing off the call and pressing the phone to your chest.

Would this feeling on your chest ever settle down? Would your mind stop racing about thoughts about why you'd never fit in Lance's life? The worry grew even bigger, considering you were probably not going to fall asleep for a while.

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Sitting at Lance's dining table after spending the entire afternoon with him, you tried your best to mask the thoughts that had been plaguing you and that you hadn't managed to shut off. But apparently, not with enough skill, "there's something worrying you, I can tell that much", he noted, "is it something I can help you with? Also totally okay if you don't want to talk about it, but I don't like seeing you so stressed", he launched his hand so it would land on top of yours, softly caressing the skin.

"Can I be really honest with you about what has been bothering me?", you asked, already knowing this would be an important conversation and no matter where it ended up going, it needed to happen sooner rather than later, "sure, Y/N, absolutely", he assured, growing a little bit more concerned at your tone.

"I don't fit in this, Lance", you began, gesturing your hands around, "your world is so different than mine in so many ways, I could never fit in it", you gulped, "you were just saying earlier this afternoon that maybe it was time for us to take the next step, and I don't know if I can", you stopped to gather your thoughts.

"It's okay if you're not ready, I'll wait. And I didn't want to pressure you, I'm sorry if it felt like that", Lance was quick to say, an expression of guilt somehow in his features.

"No, it's not because I don't have feelings for you, because they're here, they're very much here!", you chuckled nervously, "I just don't think I fit in your life like it was supposed to be, like it's expected", you mumbled the last part, forcing yourself to look at him. It pained you as well, because the look on his face was also painful. He wasn't expecting you to feel like this, so much so that there was little to ask but "did I do something to make you feel like that?", still not sure if it was what he wanted to ask.

"No, it's just that our worlds are different. You paid the equivalent of my university monthly tuition for a dinner that was lovely, but still! That's how different we are, we don't align", you gestured, "I could never be the partner you need. My schedule could never be the same if you wanted me to be at races, because I can't be travelling here and there every weekend. And I'm not someone who attends galas and fancy dinners", you hiccuped, the pressure on your throat building up. Even though you had this perspective, it didn't mean that your feelings were on the same page as it.

"And don't take this the wrong way. I have loved every moment we've spent together, and everything you've done for me. And I'm not blaminh you. Your parents did everything they could for your best, and that's not a bad thing. Don't think I'm pointing fingers because I'm not, it's a privilege you have and it is no one's business, much less my business either. But I don't have it", you let out a shuddered breath.

Lance was at a loss for words, gathering his thoughts before he said something that might come out the wrong way, "and is that something that is a deal breaker?", he asked, "Isn't it? I'm not the person people like you go after. Take a look at everyone on the paddock. All the wives and girlfriends are the opposite of me. Anyone you're supposed to be seen with, to have some sort of a relationship with, they're not me, they're not what you think whenever you imagine someone who relates to you in some way", you gulped again, the tears now clouding you eyes.

"You see, Y/N, it's because of those things that I know we have something good. I don't give a care about what other people think who I should have a relationship with. I never wanted someone according to whatever standard, much less after I met you", he smiled, "you are a breath of fresh air in my life, and I needed that so blady. You showed me that there's so much more to love. You have listened to me, you've been there for the highs and the lows, you've allowed me inside your life and showed me the force of nature that you are", he tempted your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, "yes, all of those scenarios are frequent in my life, and I understand that I'm not around as much as other partners, but it will be my biggest mistake if I let you go without a fight, without showing you that what we have is too good to go", he urged you to look at him, lowering his head so he could catch your eyes and bring your eyelines up a little.

"You know, I texted you during the breaks between free practices and my mother commented that she finally found out why I was so happy, all because I was smiling at the picture you sent me from the library", he smiled, blush covering his cheeks, "and, while we are on this, I'm not going to pretend that I don't have the money, because I have. And I don't pay for things to show it off, I do it because I can and it allows me to show people that I care about them", he explained, "if I ever made you feel uncomfortable because of it, it wasn't intentional. I don't need big plans to feel good with you. I'm happy just sitting next to you on the sofa while we watch some TV or while you read some books", he shrugged, "I'm not even a fan of those big events myself, so I wouldn't want you to be one.

"All I know is that I think we're good together, and I want this to work so bad. I want to be with you if you'll allow me", he squeezed your hand, "or, at least, allow me to show you that what we have is good and that it is worth fighting for", he finished.

You felt somewhat guilty for how you felt about it, even though you also knew you weren't being unreasonable, "I'm sorry, but it was eating me away and, yeah, I didn't know how to go about it", you gestured between your bodies, seeing Lance open his arms so you could sit in his lap, "it's okay, I'm glad we talked about it and everything is clarified. We can always talk about these things, I'm very happy that we did. Even though I'm a little saddened that you think so low of yourself, Y/N", he flicked your hair behind your ear, "you're so amazing, you don't even know it. Your passion about your work, the way you love other people, the way you care about them. All of your concerns that you're not like the others? It's what makes me love you even more, what makes me want this, us, to be it", he smiled, kissing your nose when he saw your smile, moving to kiss your lips multiple times, "now, I've admitted verbally that I love you two times, and I'm yet to know how this goes", he teased.

Smiling again, you craddled Lance's face in your hands, "In case I wasn't clear, I love you too", you giggled, "Good. That's good. I will make it my mission to make sure you know it everyday, but until then, I will enjoy having my girlfriend in my arms", he mumbled, pulling you closer to him, "it's a good thing we are both homebodies then".

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Romanoff's baby sister

Y/N: 6 years old Nat: 32 years old Story: Nat and Yelena have a little sister… ——————————————————

NATASHA'S POV If you told me a few months ago I'll be taking care of a child, I wouldn't believe you. Are you asking how did I get into this situation?

Well… after taking down the Red Room and going through all the Red Room files, one little girl caught my attention. Y/N Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff's biological sister. Since my biological mother was killed by Dreykov, I guess she must be from my biological father's side. However, it doesn't change the fact that I have a little sister.

Yelena, Y/N and I have been staying in a safe house for a few days to explain Y/N everything. But we're taking her to the compound for the first time today. I haven't told the others about having a little sister, except my girlfriend of course. Y/N knows everything about everyone though, Yelena just spilled her everything.

"Excited to go home?" I ask the little demon, helping her to get dressed.

"Yes! I can't wait to meet the spider-boy. I saw him on TV the other day! He's so cool!" Y/N squeals excitedly which makes me chuckle.

"You're about to meet all the superheroes and you're excited about that annoying kid?" Yelena asks, rolling her eyes.

"Yes! And I'm excited to meet Natty's wife" Y/N says with a huge smile.

"Wife? When did I get married?" I playfully ask, raising an eyebrow. "Lena said you had a wife" Y/N says, pointing at Yelena.

"Oh Lena said… Honey, I'm not married. Wanda's my girlfriend, we are dating" I quickly explain, booping her nose before sitting the kid on my hip. "Ready, детка?" I ask, receiving a nod, so all three of us head to the compound. (baby)

Y/N's POV I'm so happy that Natty and Lena are my sisters! They are so cool! Especially Natty when she does that cool superhero pose. Lena keeps making fun of it, but I think it's pretty cool!

"That's huge!" I gasp, looking at the huge building in front of us.

"It is, so you gotta stay with me or you might get lost, got it?" Natty gives me a stern look. I nod before burying my head into the crock of her neck. I play with her ear piercings while she's walking towards that huge building. When I get older, I'll definitely get some too, it's so cool!

"You're here" Some woman says. I look up to see a brunette woman, walking towards us. That must be Natty's wife? Or girlfriend? I don't know what they are.

Either way she gives my sister a kiss which I don't like at all. I've never seen anyone kiss before.

"Ew. Natty, no" I tell my sister, making her and the brunette laugh.

"Y/N/N, this is my girlfriend Wanda. Wands, this is my baby sister Y/N" Natty says.

"Natty, I'm not a baby" I tell her with a pout, crossing my arms. I'm 6 years old, not a baby!

"Oh. Sorry, big girl" Natasha chuckles.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Y/N/N" Wanda smiles.

"I'm happy to meet you too!" I give her a smile back. I can't wait to see her doing the cool magic Lena told me about.

"How about some food now, hm? That little tummy of yours must be hungry" Natasha says, tickling my tummy which makes me laugh.

"Can we have mac&cheese? Lena said it's really good" I ask. I also want to try ice-cream and so many other stuff.

"Sweetheart, I-" Wanda starts, but Yelena cuts her off.

"No, no. Baby sister said she wants mac&cheese, so we're having that. Come on" Lena takes me from Natasha and all of us walk to a room that seems to be the kitchen.

Yelena sits me on the counter, already searching through all the drawers.

"Yelena, I already cooked spaghetti and meatballs for Y/N. How about having mac&cheese for tomorrow's lunch?" Wanda asks.

"Yay! I want spaghetti and meatballs!" I cheer. I also heard that's good and Natty told me that Wanda is the best cook!

"Traitor" Lena mumurs and walks away.

"But Wanda said we could have mac&cheese tomorrow, Lena" I remind my sister.

"Don't mind her, детка. She'll be fine" Natty says, lifting me up again. (baby)

"Did you and Wanda adopt a child?" Someone asks.

"That's my sister, Tony" Natty says to someone from the crowd of people that are watching us.

"Sister? You never mentioned other sister than Yelena" Another man says.

"It's all kinda new. But Y/N's my biological little sister" Natty says.

"Which one of you is the spider-boy?" I ask impatiently.

"Me… but it's… it's Spiderman" A boy says.

"You are not ugly… I though you're wearing the mask because you're ugly" I say, tilting my head in confusion and making the others laugh. "But I saw you on TV yesterday and you're so cool!"

"Yup. That's definitely a little Romanoff" Another man says.

"Can I get food now please? I'm hungry" I ask nicely.

"Of course, honey. I'm on it" Wanda says, giving me a smile.

Natty tells me everyone's name meanwhile, because even though I knew everything about them, I didn't know how they look.

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"So? What do you think?" Natty asks as she puts one of her shirts on me. She made me to take a bath before bed.

"It looks funny" I laugh, looking at myself in the mirror.

"We didn't think that through with the clothes, did we?" She chuckles. "I guess we gotta go shopping tomorrow"

"Will Wanda come with us?" I ask with a smile. I really like her.

"Sure. We gotta ask her first, but I think she'll be happy to" Natty smiles. "But now it's really late, you should go to sleep"

"But I want to say goodnight to Lena and Wanda" I pull out my puppy eyes.

"Alright" She sighs, but smiles.

Natty lifts me up, carrying me out of the room. I rest my head on her shoulder while she's walking to find Lena and Wanda.

Once I say goodnight to both and get my forehead kisses, Natty takes me back to her bedroom. She lays me down on the bed and lays down next to me, so I cuddle up to her immediately.

"Sweet dreams, детка" Natty whispers, kissing my forehead. (baby)

"Night night, Natty" I mumble, almost asleep already.

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Don't know how this came to my mind…

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Cove isn't the stepdad, he's the dad who stepped up: Part 4

A fourth part to my series in which Baxter gets MC pregnant before ghosting, MC gets with Cove and they get engaged but Baxter is the wedding planner and chaos ensues.

In this one, Baxter finally meets his Cove and MC's son.

The most recent part of this fic is here, with links to the previous stories. Also it will never not be ridiculous to me that I hate titling things so much that now I have a whole series titled "Cove isn't the stepdad, he's the dad who stepped up."

"CAKE DAY, CAKE DAY, CAKE DAY!"

Cove had Dylan riding on his back, his little arms wrapped around his neck. They were zooming around the house, screaming about cake, and Cove took him on a little lap around you as you were getting ready in the bedroom.

"Is that all this wedding is to you, an excuse to have cake?" you teased.

"No," Cove said quickly, a tender look on his face as he stopped beside you. Meanwhile, Dylan let out a big "Yep!"

You smiled, cupping Cove's cheek in your hand before reaching up to tousle your son's hair.

"Remember, tomorrow's the big cake," you told him as Cove carefully lowered him to the floor. "Today's the rehearsal, so just a little cake."

"Enough for me!" he said happily, bounding out of the room to find something else to get into.

"My boy," Cove said proudly, clutching a hand to his chest.

"Through and through," you agreed.

"I'm going to go ahead and get him in the car," he said as you gave yourself a final look in the mirror. "Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

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When Cove pulled up to the beach, you saw there were quite a few cars there already for the rehearsal. Your wedding party was going to be there -- your soon-to-be husband had chosen his father as his best man, with his mother, Terry and Miranda rounding out his side. For you, you wanted your moms and Liz to stand beside you, and you'd chosen Derek to be your man of honor. The plan was for Dylan to stand with Cliff.

The justice of the peace Baxter had arranged for would be there too, as well as Baxter himself.

As your little family walked down to the beach, Dylan was struggling to get out of Cove's arms so he could start playing -- Cove really wasn't kidding when he called him his boy. Cliff, who had been talking to Kyra and your moms closer to the water, jogged up to him, a big smile on his face.

"Hey, kiddo!" he greeted happily. "Want to come play with Grandpa so Daddy and Mommy can do the boring stuff?"

Dylan almost dove out of Cove's arms to get to Cliff, who gladly caught him. He shot you a smile, clapped Cove on the back and then went off to play.

"I guess we should tell Baxter we're here?" Cove asked, lacing his fingers through yours now that his hands were free. You squeezed his hand and nodded

You looked around -- the wedding party was all there, the parents in one group and your friends and Liz close by in another. Baxter was further off, talking to the justice of the peace. Even at this distance, you thought you could tell that he was rather pointedly not looking around.

At this point, everyone had known that Baxter was your wedding planner. It had been an interesting series of conversations, to say the least, since everyone also knew that he was Dylan's biological father. You'd had to beg Liz to play nice, and your moms weren't thrilled either, but no one was going to ruin your wedding by making a scene.

When you approached your wedding planner, he greeted you with a nod and a tight smile. You were introduced to your officiant, then Baxter gave you a quick rundown of how the ceremony would go -- where you would stand, where you would walk, exactly where everything would be. He was very thorough, and when you heard Dylan squeal with laughter close by, he stayed focused.

But when it was time to actually rehearse, he couldn't politely ignore everyone anymore.

He gathered everyone together, and even as Cliff came over hand-in-hand with Dylan, he still wouldn't look his way. He didn't acknowledge that he'd met nearly everyone present five years ago, just explained how the rehearsal worked as professionally as possible.

Then, after he was done and everyone had started getting to position for the beginning of the ceremony, Dylan pulled free from Cliff's grip and approached Baxter.

"Who are you?"

You watched the exchange intently, ready to jump in if needed. Cove placed a steadying hand on the small of your back.

"My name is Baxter," he answered, putting a smile over the complicated mix of emotions that crossed his expression. "I'm in charge of planning your parents' wedding. What's your name?"

"You look like me," Dylan told him instead of answering his question.

Baxter froze.

If your son had been a little older, this might have been a situation, but he was 4. He didn't understand genetics or how babies were made or anything that would have been interesting about this other than the fact that this guy he saw shared some of his features.

"I have those too," your son continued, pointing up to the mole on Baxter's neck. He lifted his shirt a bit to show him one on his belly.

You waited a moment longer, but Baxter had barely blinked, so you stepped forward.

"Hey baby, let's get you where you need to be, ok?" you said, grabbing Dylan's hand and then passing it off to Cove. He happily went along, oblivious to what he'd done to Baxter.

Cove shot you a smile and walked away with him, leaving you alone to unthaw your wedding planner.

"So ... that's him."

He finally met your eyes, then began shaking his head. You'd never seen him less composed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to say," he told you, stopping and starting a few more sentences before helplessly raising a hand and gesturing off to your son. "I do look like him though, don't I?"

"Well, he looks like you," you corrected. "You came first. Are you going to be able to handle this?"

He ran a shaky hand through his hair tried to nod. "I can. I can do better."

"Well, you can't do much worse."

It was meant as a joke, but he looked wounded. You almost said something, but decided to let it lie.

For the rest of the evening, Baxter was back in professional mode. Everyone learned what they needed to know about how the ceremony would go, and while you and Cove had fun with your friends and family, your planner never let his guard down.

But then the youngest member of your wedding party decided to make his voice heard again.

"I'm going to have the rings," Dylan told Baxter, interrupting him as he spoke to you and Cove about your vows.

You watched him swallow, but eventually, he looked down with the best smile he could muster and said, "I know, I've heard. Do you know what you need to do?"

He shook his head. "No. I thought I was going to be a bear but Mommy said I heard wrong."

A real smile broke through Baxter's pained expression.

"Ring bearer," he told him softly, putting emphasis on the last syllable. "It is a bit of a confusing term if you were expecting to be a bear."

Your son shot you a smirk as if to say "See, this guy gets it," and at that Baxter let out a genuine laugh. Cove caught your eye, and you shared a grin.

Baxter led Dylan back to where the beginning of the aisle would be, and he showed him how to walk slowly up towards everyone before ending up standing by Cliff. You couldn't hear what they were saying for a bit, but you did see that they were both smiling.

When the sun was getting low in the sky, the group decided they had a good handle on things -- besides, it was time for the dinner down at the tropical place. Everyone was gathering their things and Baxter was going over some final details about the actual wedding with you and Cove when your son decided to speak to his new friend again.

"Are you coming too?"

"I'm afraid not," Baxter told him. "The dinner is just for friends and family."

Dylan was too young to understand the break in Baxter's voice when he said that last word, but you caught it. So did Cove. You had a moment of wordless communication, then you let out a little sigh.

"You can come if you want," you told him. "There's plenty of room."

Baxter immediately launched into a polite refusal, but when Dylan cut in with "You should come, we're going to have cake," it appeared that he couldn't exactly tell him no.

"Perhaps I could stop by for a moment," he said, looking to you for approval. You nodded at him, and he smiled back.

After a nod, he walked off his car. Cove gave you a quick kiss, then started towards the car with Dylan.

Liz walked up beside you and nudged you with her elbow.

"Hope the Victorian emo man doesn't catch the vapors by actually spending some time with his son," she said quietly.

"Liz."

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

It's time they knew (Tobin Heath x Reader)

Based on this request. I'm sorry for how long this has taken me to finish, but I hope you like it!

I'm slowly working my way through my requests. Things might take a little while now that I'm studying for the next couple of months and it's getting closer to winter which is the busy season at work. Please bear with me!

Words: 1.6k

Tobin and I were kicking the ball around as I told her about my plans to reveal my identity. I was predominately a soccer player, but I was also a singer. No one knew who I was, no one knew I was the person behind anónima. We did songs ranging from pop to country, millions of people followed us, came to our concerts and bought our music, but no one knew who I was, who my band was. It had started as a way to put my music out there without drawing attention because I had massive stage fright. However, I was starting to entertain the idea of revealing who I was. 

"Are you sure about this baby? It's going to bring a lot of attention."

"I think so, I mean I already get attention and I'll get even more once I start with the team and when we go public. It feels like it's time, but I'll decide for sure tomorrow."

"Whatever you decide, I'll support you 100%. Can I bring the team? I know you're starting with us next week, but I would love for them to finally meet you as my girlfriend. If you decided to reveal yourself that it. Also they love you."

"Of course you can Toby. I would love to finally meet the team properly." Due to mostly playing internationally and only recently deciding to return to the US, I hadn't been called up until now. Not that I really minded too much, I was only 26, there would be the opportunity for plenty more camps in my career. It did mean I hadn't really met any of the national team. I guess it would be good to meet them before camp. 

My concerts had always worked on a trust sort of system. I didn't wear a mask or anything. The stage was dark, only just light enough that my band could see, but no one could see them. I stood at the back, away from the light. All it would take was a torch or light source to reveal our identities. Over the years I had gotten more comfortable on a stage and with my fans. Moving around and interacting with them more. I still hadn't decided if I was going to reveal myself, but the stage crew knew that if I moved to a certain point on the stage then they would turn the lights on. Of course I had also discussed it with my band since they weren't known either. They had left it up to me to decide which made it even harder. 

As I sung the first couple of songs, I watched the crowd dance and sing along. Seeing the happiness on peoples faces and knowing it was because of us was my favourite part of concerts. I found myself wishing I could join in dancing around and interacting with them more, instead of trying to stay in an area they wouldn't see me. 

Once the song ended, I spoke up, "Let's talk for a minute. I wanted to thank each and everyone of you for coming out and supporting us even though you have no idea who we are. None of this would have happened without you guys. So, as a way of thanking you, here's a new song I've been working on."

I always thought I'd be a rambling girl Living in the moment, never making plans Finding love was just a dream I was having Written in the movies, never thought it would happen

I try to fill my loneliness with whiskey And empty nights with different girls that never missed me Funny how when you least expect it Everything can change

Baby, it's you I've been looking for I knew right from the second you came walking through that door It feels so right when you're in my arms Darling, it's you I've been looking for

During the brief instrumental, I took a deep breath, moving forward on the stage. As I started singing the next line the stage lit up, cheers and screams louder than I had ever heard filled the stadium. 

You know I love it when your hair's a mess The way you shine when you wear that dress Girl, I don't think that you understand You make me a better person

Baby, it's you I've been looking for I knew right from the second you came walking through that door It feels so right when you're in my arms Darling, it's you I've been looking for

Just like blue on the sea Our love won't fade, it's evergreen Girl, the best part of me Is you

My attention was solely on Tobin as I sung the last verse. None of this would be happening if it wasn't for her. My first concert would never have happened without her encouragement and support. The many nights spent with her sitting quietly beside me as I wrote new songs because she knew it helped calm my mind enough to let my ideas flow. She had been by my side through it all, without hesitation or judgement. 

Baby, it's you I've been looking for I knew right from the second you came walking through that door It feels so right when you're in my arms Darling, it's you I've been looking for I sat down on the edge of the stage, taking a moment to compose myself as the cheering started to die down. "Surprise! That happened. Honestly, I was kind of torn about doing this. The secrecy behind it makes it fun, it keeps things interesting, but I also wanted to do something to thank you for the unwavering support I receive. Enough of my droning on though, I think it's time to introduce myself. I'm Y/n, behind me I have my amazing band. Guys, give a wave with your name so they know who you are. We've got Jason, Mason, yes they're twins, last but not least we have Abby. Thank you for coming to our show. Stick around because we're just getting started."

---

The show had ended a little while ago. The band and I had finished our post show debrief and showers. They had gone to pack up their gear while I waited for Tobin. She was going to wait for the crowd to calm down before making her way out the back with the team. I had played with or met a few of them through club matches in the limited time I played in the states, but a lot of my professional career was international. 

Before my nerves could grow any further, voices from down the hall caught my attention, "Tobin what's going on? I don't think we're allowed back here."

"Just wait and see."

I laughed to myself at the irritation lacing Tobin's voice before the nerves started rising again. I could sing in front of thousands of people without worrying, but I was terrified to meet them. They were important to her, they were going to be my team soon and I wanted to make a good impression. I took a deep breath, before putting on a smile as the numerous girls walked through the door, most of them freezing when they saw me. 

Tobin wrapped her arms around me, placing a kiss on my lower neck, "You did amazing, I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you my love."

"Wha-" One of the girls started but cut herself off. I chuckled quietly, pulling away from Tobin. 

Christen hugged me quickly. With her being Tobin's bestfriend, I had met her pretty early on in our relationship. We got along great, but she also didn't know about my singing career, "Well this is a surprise."

"Yeeah, sorry I didn't tell you soon-"

"You don't need to apologise Y/n. I get it."

I was reminded of the people behind me when the sound of slapping started. Many of the girls still looked stunned, while a few of them were hitting each other and pointing at me. It was actually quite entertaining, but I decided to speak up and put them out of their misery, "Hey, I'm Y/n."

"Don't just stand there, introduce yourselves." Tobin spoke up making some of the girls snap out of it and introduce themselves one at a time. Then they launched into multiple different questions, "Slow down, you'll be seeing Y/n often. You don't have to ask a million questions right now."

"Wait what? How? Why?'

"Y/n is my girlfriend and she's the newest addition to the team as of next week."

"She is?" Emily asked still looking like a deer in headlights, "You're a soccer player?"

"Yes."

"You've known who she is and you didn't tell us? We talk about her all the time."

Tobin shrugged, arm wrapping around my waist, "It wasn't my place to tell you who she was. I know you love her music, but just remember Y/n will be your teammate and friend, don't just treat her like the singer you love."

"We will, it's great to meet you Y/n. Although I think we've played against each other a couple of times."

"You too Ali. I'm pretty sure we have, quite a few years ago now."

We talked for a while. The girls getting all the questions they had about me as a singer before moving on to questions about Tobin and I, my soccer career and anything else they could think of. I was a bit surprised how fast they went from being amazed at meeting me to just treating me like someone on the team. Honestly, it was a relief. I had been worried about how they would react and treat me if they knew who I was. I guess that was another thing I should be thanking Tobin for. The band had come and talked with us for a while before we all parted ways. There was only so much social interaction I could handle. With the show and meeting the team, I was exhausted. 

I crawled into bed as soon as we got back to our apartment while Tobin went to shower. Arms wrapped around me from behind as I was on the verge of sleep. "I'd say that went pretty well."

All I could do was mumble out a 'it did' before pulling Tobin closer. I could feel Tobin laughing as she placed a kiss on my cheek, "I love you baby."

[bomberqueen17]

quick turnaround

The first chicken processing day is this coming tuesday. so we got back into town around 7pm last night, and I immediately put a load of laundry in.

This is mostly me wittering about chores and medical stuff, so, cut for boring, LOL.

it's cold and rainy here so I hung last night's laundry up on drying racks in the guest room, so mostly it is dry this morning-- delicates, so they didn't need to dry in the sun really-- and now this morning i've put in a second load and it's already on drying racks and some is on the line, it's not raining but it's cloudy so it'll dry slow, but like, trousers and t-shirts do better on the line than on racks. Yes I do own a dryer-- a gas dryer actually-- but it beats the fuck out of my clothes and I don't like to use it if I can in any way avoid it. (Mostly I use it to tumble towels and dress shirts for fifteen minutes, and then I hang them out once they're steaming and hot, and they dry without wrinkles that way. Yes I'm on the OCD spectrum, yes it mostly manifests about laundry. Hilariously, my farm BIL is also on the OCD spectrum, farther along it toward where it's actually a problem [mine is SO mild I don't claim it as a disorder at all, i just have things i Care About for Reasons], and has done tons of work on himself and tries to mask it, but once I understood that about him I understood that most of our lil workplace quarrels were our compulsions clashing, so I started making more concerted efforts to decide when to bow to his compulsions and when to advocate for mine, which in many cases are informed by superior knowledge as I've worked in food service more than him. I bow to him more on cleaning now because he does have prior janitorial experience. Unless I can prove he's wrong, LOL.)

I went off Ritalin mostly while on vacation-- I took it the morning I went fabric shopping because I thought it might help me actually make decisions, and that went well so maybe it worked. But that means I have extra pills, so I'm going to try to today take a morning and midday dose, while I have So Much To Do to prepare for the coming couple of weeks, and see if that plus the structure of this massive to-do list help me get anywhere. I just feel like if I can have this data before my next $300 3-minute psych consult I'll make more progress. Ritalin is better than Adderall (less brutal comedown, less getting "stuck")-- I *think*, but it's hard to tell. Vyvanse was also very hard to evaluate, is the problem, because that one I never did have any spare pills so I could never try an effective dose.

I do get it, i do get not giving me high doses when I'm so unsupervised, but-- for all of the medications, the first couple of days were weird and I had trouble hydrating and I was jittery and stuff, but it went away so quickly, I would have been fine with "take half dose two days, then ramp up to effective dose and see how it works" type directions, instead of "take what we know absolutely will be too little for you for two weeks and then come back and try to guess whether it helped", which has just meant I don't really have much data to on on here.

But. I've spent almost forty years needing this kind of medication and not able to access it at all, so I'm reminding myself that this is very rapid progress really.

So I figure I'll do a double dose today, a single tomorrow while I'm driving (maybe I will take that sole dose at midday, since driving is easy and boring but then I have work I need to get done all afternoon), and then I'll try either single or double dosing for the week of farm work until I can get my next appointment, depending how many pills I have. I want to be consistent but lol. It's not in my nature and it's not in my circumstances, so it can be a goal.

I also should write down what I realized about my sciatic nerve. I was joking that my knee caught a haunting in New Orleans somehow. Because it went from being a classic sciatic nerve pain situation-- starting in hip, through back of leg, ending at back of knee-- and wound up just being this horrible pinching pain right inside my knee, like not in the joint but somehow manifesting in a dimension extending from the back of my patella into Hell somehow-- and it was keeping me awake both when trying to nap during the day and also at night when trying to sleep. So I gave up on sleeping and sat on the couch to bitch about it in the complaints channel on the Discord where I'm mostly at home (it was a witcher server and over the last two or three years has mutated into just this ragtag group of us bitching about unrelated things and occasionally dumping fanworks on each other, sometimes about unrelated media)--

but here I'm gonna let you in on a secret, which is that complaining works sometimes. What? Yes. So in order to elicit maximal sympathy from my pocket friends by describing the problem really well (they're very good pocket friends, and many of them know things so describing stuff well sometimes means they have good advice, but even if not, I take satisfaction in communicating well, so I at least feel better about having done that), I really started paying attention to the pain, and I realized that what was happening was that it was sort of slowly throbbing on a cycle. I always knew where it was, but then it would get painful enough that I felt I had to move and change position, and it would stay at that level of pain for three or four seconds, and then taper off until I only just was aware of it, and then it would repeat-- and it was on a thirteen-to-fifteen-second cycle, and this is the crucial thing, it was unaffected by movement. I had been tossing and turning because what would happen was that it hurt badly enough that I felt I had to move it, and I would move and the pain would ease, and I would try to settle into a position, and then the pain would come back, and my half-asleep exhausted self thought that it was something I was doing. So it meant I was constantly moving, which meant I could not sleep. I had finally gotten out of bed and was alternating stretching and pacing, which seemed to be helping but then it was coming back, and the pacing sure as fuck wasn't helping me sleep, and I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong, until finally I stood still and timed it, and then moved and timed it, and realized it was the same.

Realizing that it was happening regardless of movement made me able to hold still while it hurt most acutely, and then sure enough it faded away. And once I knew that moving wouldn't help, I could ride out the urge to move. And once I wasn't constantly trying to find a comfortable position, I could rest. And once I was resting, I could fall asleep. Because this is the annoying thing-- the pain wasn't that bad, even. It's not the agony it has been in the past. I could move through it, easily. It was just too much to hold still through, until I realized that was what I needed to be doing.

So anyway-- traveling home it was mostly fine, it does not like standing in lines, and mostly i sat as much as possible, which isn't good for me long-term but i know over the next couple of weeks i will be doing a shitton of walking and standing so. we'll figure out tactics then.

so along with the ritalin i will be working out my ideal regimens of ibuprofen, aleve, and weed, LOL. Routine! I can make a routine. I can hinge my routine off other people's, which is what works well for me at the farm, and i can see if i can master the art of the amphetamines and maybe get some of my shit done.

Unfortunately all I want to do this week is sew, I watched all of the tourists and locals in NOLA and looked at what they were wearing and now know exactly what I want to make.

and i don't have time to do any of it. but. if i think about it and make concrete plans, i already own much of the fabric and most of the patterns i need. so i can do this. But I'll post separately about the Fashion Lewks I want to do, LOL.

I won't see my physical therapist again until like maybe early June. I counted it out and I've been doing physical therapy for about sixteen weeks at this point. My sister graduated from her physical therapy program and is out on her own now, having hugely improved. I can tell the bad hip is much improved but not healed-- sitting on the plane yesterday someone walked by and bumped my knee and it absolutely did make the cartilage flap go "pop" so that's not healed, but it hurt a lot less than that sort of thing used to. At the last appointment I had, the PT said I should just keep doing the exercises as my circumstances allow, and if they're too easy just increase reps etc., and we'd re-evaluate when I finally saw her again, because obviously I've had all these underlying cascading problems that can only be slowly solved by getting slowly stronger, so who knows.

I don't have concrete goals for that but I would really just. Like to be not-disabled, mostly. Every person has limits, every person is going to have to sit down sometimes, every person is going to have to think hard and make choices about what they do with their bodies-- it's just part of getting into your mid-forties, really-- so I can't just set my goal as being able to do whatever whenever. But I would like to be able to walk for longer distances, I would like to be able to wait in a line without paying for it for days, I would like to just generally be in better shape. So I guess I'll try to work toward that.

idk. and sometime in july my doctor wants me to re-test my fasting blood glucose because the only thing she cares about of my health is that i'm fat and she thinks putting me on metformin will make me not-fat. you'd think she'd have had some interest in diagnosing the pain that was making me unable to exercise but that was not on her radar i guess.

anyway. that's what i'm going to do to get me to june. it's all farm time for the rest of the month and i'm going to do physical therapy and take meth. we'll see how that goes.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 4

Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori Summary: Jungkook asks to spent time with y/n as friends Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook Word Count: 1.2k~ Warnings: Nothing really, Jungkook is just being annoying and flirty a/n: This is just a tiny bite of the story since I haven't updated it in almost 5 days... oops. I'm spending time at my sister's house for the next few days but I should be able to work on posting more on Monday :) Read from the beginning

Days after my reconciliation with Jungkook I find myself thinking of the possibility of asking him if he would consider working on the game with me again but that would require me to swallow my pride. I'm not really in favor of that option so I decide to wait until he brings it up... if he brings it up.

I could always put up a flyer in the visual arts department asking if anyone would be interested in joining. I'm saying it here and now, I will never crawl back to him, if he sees that I'm still looking for a designer and ends up being interested then he can beg me to be a part of the project again. 

Either way as long as I get a new one by the end of the week then I don't care who I work with. As long as they have a good work ethic and their character design doesn't suck and they can keep to deadlines and... well maybe it might be a bit harder to find someone to fit the bill than I thought it would, knowing that people tend to be very unreliable and unpredictable creatures. I don't want to go through what I went through with Hana cancelling on me again. I guess the only way to really try to find someone is let people know about it.

Calculating all the pros and cons of what the result might be depending on my methods I decide fliers with my contact information would be my best bet. I'll just place it on some sort of bulletin board and hope for the best. If that doesn't work I'll resort to some sort of digital announcement. Opening the program I plan to use I notice that I've received a friend request on sns. Pulling it up I'm greeted with a follow request from Jungkook which I find strange but I accept it nonetheless. Soon after I get a DM from him in my inbox. 

'Hey pretty, I didn't realize you had social media, I guess this means we're friends now that we're following each other :)' I roll my eyes at his pathetic excuse at flirting.

'Last I checked you followed me, I haven't followed you yet' I say putting him in his place.

'Yet ;)' shit I should've just ignored him. 

'Come on y/n just follow me, I promise my account isn't some narcissistic blog or anything, plus next time we see each other I want to take a picture with you and post it! I like posting pictures of my friends!' he says and I can feel his smile through the phone and I roll my eyes at the thought.

'You have to ask for my consent before posting anything' I reply ultimately giving into him since there's no harm done with clicking a single button. 

'Okay I got it. Hey can we meet up in the library tomorrow? I wanted to spend some time with you. I know you end up spending a lot of time in there anyways so I just thought that maybe we could study together, especially since we taking Chinese together' he says waiting for my permission to give him another place to annoy me in.

'What makes you think I would want to study with you?' I say hoping to brush him off.

'y/n I'm your TA , I've see all of the work you've turned in' he teases.

'What's that supposed to mean?' I ask offended at what he's implying.

 'It means that you write like a child. Plus your accent when you speak isn't the best either. I could tutor you if you'd like ;)' he responds, simultaneously offering his help while also insulting me. 

'Pass' I say frustrated with his attitude.

'I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I just like thinking about what you might look like while you're responding to me. You probably have your brows pinched together looking utterly offended and maybe even blushing from embarrassment' 

'I'm not embarrassed!' I retort.

'Why don't you look in the mirror pretty, I've got you blushing without even being there don't I' I get up frustrated, determined to prove him wrong but to my disgust I see my cheeks with a light dusting of pink. 

'Fuck you' I reply indirectly confirming his suspicions.

"Anyway do you want to meet after the class you have after Chinese?' he suggests.

'Aren't you in that class too?' I question annoyed by the memory of him taking my spot for the second time that day.

'No I dropped the class, there was no way I was gonna stay in it and bring down my gpa, I just wanted to annoy you for a bit' he admits.

'Do you have another class after Chinese?' I ask curious as to what he'll do while I'm in class.

'Oh no I'm done for the day after that :)' he sends

'So you're just gonna wait around for me until my hour and a half class ends and then spend even more time studying together? Don't you have something better to do with your life?' I question, confused as to why he would do that. 

'Not really, I just wanna spend some time with you. I wanna be friends remember?' he send with no hesitation.

Is this what friends do for each other? Waste a whole day waiting for your class to finish just to then tutor them afterwards just because you want to 'spend time with them'?

'You Jeon Jungkook are an enigma' I respond not bothering to acknowledge his continued efforts to establish a friendship with me for some odd reason. 

'Thank you? Anyways what's your answer pretty?' he prods, not satisfied with my evasion of his proposition. 

'First off stop calling me that, second I'll be there from 3-6 are you prepared to stay for that long?' I question trying to get him to rescind his invitation. 

'Yep, I'll make sure to clear my schedule, see you then pretty ;)'

I groan audibly at his antics and close out the app. I guess this whole flyer situation can wait until tomorrow since he's given me a splitting headache from all of this. Who knows maybe he'll bring up the game tomorrow so I won't have to make them or swallow my pride, therefore making him come crawling back to me since he seems so eager to spend time with me. 

Taking a deep breath to clear my mind I decide to go to bed early to prepare myself for the mystery this is to be my day tomorrow. My days used to be the same week to week, month to month through out my life with minor changes to my class schedules since I've been in college but ever since Jeon Jungkook decided to walk into my life it has been anything but ordinary.

I'm used to scheduling things down to the very minute and that has worked well for me. It's set me up for success in my schooling but also as an adult. My life is what some people might call boring but I find peace in my calculated existence. Whereas Jeon Jungkook rolls with the punches and lives in chaos. My world is in black and white and his is in color, my life is routine and his life is creative. Why has someone like him taken an interest in me when I'm the exact opposite. Why can't he just leave me alone? I guess the real question I should be asking is why can't I get him out of my head? 

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Close Encounter

Félix: Wait right here for a few minutes, all right? It'll be dark soon and we'll need to go back to our campsite, but I want to scout ahead a bit.

Belle: Why can't I come with you?

Félix: Because it's quite overgrown in some places, and there might be snakes. I've seen a few today already and I'd rather not have you accidentally encounter one in the dark.

Belle: I'd rather not run into any snakes, either.

Félix: I'll be right back. I'm not going far. I want to see how bad the overgrowth is and how much time we might have to spend clearing it tomorrow. I'll be within shouting distance, so shout if you need me.

Belle: Okay.

Belle was fine waiting for the first several minutes, but then it really did start to get dark. She was shocked at how quickly the sun seemed to set, but that wasn't really what worried her since she's not afraid of the dark. It was the strange, low humming sound she began to hear that made her nervous...

Belle: Oh no. I think it's...

Belle: Ahh! BEES!!!

She started to run, but then she remembered something Félix had told her. It's better to stand still, so as not to startle the bees, because they're more likely to attack if they're frightened.

Félix: That sounds like Belle! Did she say bees?!

It was difficult to stand still with the bees all around her, but somehow Belle managed it. Fortunately, the bees didn't stick around for very long.

Félix ran as fast as he dared in the gathering dark.

Félix: Belle! Are you all right?

Belle: Yeah. The bees are gone now.

Félix: Did any of them sting you?

Belle: No, 'cause I remembered what you said. I tried not to move so I wouldn't scare them. I guess they were just curious. Maybe they're explorers, like us.

Félix: On one last mission for nectar for the day, no doubt. Are you sure none of them got you?

Belle: I think I'd still be feeling it if they did. It was scary, but I'm okay.

Félix: I'm sorry that happened, but I'm also very proud of you for being so brave and for remembering what to do.

Belle: I panicked a little bit.

Félix: That's normal. I think most people would panic if they were surrounded by bees. As many times as it's happened to me up here, I know I still do. But, being brave doesn't mean you're never afraid. It means you do what you need to, even if you panic a little bit. Or even if you panic a lot.

Belle: I can think of some people who'd panic a lot.

Félix: *smiling* Me too. There's a reason Davian never comes up this far with us, you know.

Belle: Because he's scared of bees?

Félix: And snakes. And poisonous spiders. And catching tropical illnesses, although ironically enough, a tropical illness is what led to us getting married.

Belle: Really? That's a story I haven't heard before.

Félix: Why don't we head back to our campsite now? I'll tell you all about it on the way.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Battle Of The Knights Pt. 4: And The Winner Is...

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: nothin- you're safe

Genre: fluff- still just fluff lol

Summary: "So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.

What happens when the relationships you've built with Marc and his two alters are turned on their heads by a proposition that is anything but simple? How can they expect you to risk blowing up the carefully crafted dynamic you've worked so hard to create? And why do you agree to such an insane suggestion?

A/N: is anyone actually interested in reading the alt endings for this story 🤣 cuz ik nobody actually wants to pick

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You took a week to mull it over. To really consider your options and what the best approach to this conversation with them would be. Eventually, when you've given yourself headaches from trying to predict the future, you cave in and text the trio knowing you can't continue to delay the inevitable.

Hey guys. I've made a decision. Meet me at our usual cafe for lunch tomorrow. How's 3?

You're not sure who responds to you. It's short and whoever it is doesn't sign off like they usually do.

sounds great. see you then

Maybe Marc or Jake. When the trio is anxious Jake usually has to deal with things but it's possible Marc is taking the wheel since he's known you the longest. You're almost certain the text isn't from Steven, he always uses full sentences with proper punctuation and capitalization when he texts. He's also pretty fond of exclamation marks and emoticons. A text from Steven would probably look more like 'Sounds great! See you then! :)'

Jake seems the most likely sender of the text, but it really doesn't matter either way. They'll be there and you need to address all three of them anyway. When you walk into the cafe, they're already there and they stand up when you walk over to them.

"Y/n! Hey!" It's Marc who greets you and gives you a hug.

"Hi, Marc. Thanks for coming." You say taking a seat across from him.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. We're happy to see you. Steven was starting to get super worried." Marc says.

"Oh was he?" You chuckle.

"Yeah, you know how he gets." Marc shrugs.

"How I get?! I wasn't the one checking our phone every ten minutes. He was way more anxious about this than I-"

"Steven. I know." You cut off his rambling with a chuckle even though the sudden switch caught you by surprise.

"You know?" Steven blinks at you.

"Of course I do. Marc isn't as subtle as he thinks he is." You muse.

"Oh- okay." He says.

"Would you like to stick around for this or do you want Marc or Jake to come out before I get into the details?" You ask.

"I- I take it I'm not going to like how this conversation goes? If you're offering me an out?" He frowns.

"I'm not sure actually."

"You're not sure? I thought you called us here because you made a decision?" He tilts his head.

"I did. Kind of. Actually, I have some questions to ask first. I'm only offering you an out because I know you don't like dealing with unfamiliar territory and I don't think this will be a very comfortable conversation." You say.

"Questions for who?" Steven asks.

"Well, technically all of you."

"I'll stick around then." He says hesitantly.

"Okay then. Well, I guess my main question is, out of curiosity- what was the plan? Like- long term, for the three of you?" You ask.

"What do you mean?" He shakes his head.

"If I choose one of you, even if best case scenario it doesn't alter my friendships with the other two- what about their romantic lives? Did you all plan to just have three completely separate dating lives for the rest of forever?" You ask. There's a moment of silence as Steven registers your question. You can tell from the look on his face he's never even thought about it before.

"Do you have a mirror?" Steven asks. You reach into your bag and pull out the compact you usually carry.

"Here." You hand it to him and he opens it and puts it on the table in front of him. You know it's so Marc and Jake can easier communicate with him.

"We- never really thought about it. I guess so." Steven says.

"See that's the thing. I was thinking about it and logistically how would that even work? I mean you guys are of course individuals but you do share a body. It's a strange situation to put someone in, sharing their boyfriend with one or two other people even if it's just physically because it's not like you can tell every first date you go on that you have a personality disorder and one of your alters already has a girlfriend but if you hide that information for too long it would totally screw up your chances with that person." You explain.

"So- instead of focusing on the decision you were supposed to make you've been worrying about what your choice could mean for the others?"

"Well, yeah. I care about all of you was that not obvious?"

"It's always been obvious but-"

"What are you suggesting muñequita?" Jake interrupts whatever Steven was going to say with his question.

"Jake." You say as a way of acknowledging the switch. 

"Before you ask, Steven didn't run off, I took over because he's gonna beat around the bush and I want to get to the point already."

"Well it wasn't nice of you to cut him off like that Jake." You frown.

"He'll be fine. Y/n, what are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting that you learn how to share. All three of you."

"Share?" Jake raises an eyebrow at you.

"The best chance for all of you to have a happy, healthy, fulfilling, long-term relationship is to date one person. That or you- take turns for the rest of your life for who will be able to pursue romance. This separate but equal life y'all have been trying to maintain will not work here. You date one person, who knows all of you and loves all of you or only one of you gets that happy ending because you can't expect three women to date three minds in one body. In that scenario, nobody is getting it all and you are spread entirely too thin." You sigh.

"So, what does that mean? For you." Jake crosses his arms.

"For me? Nothing. It doesn't have to be me that you choose. I just think it would be better for you all to find one person that you're willing to go through that kind of experience with. I mean clearly, despite having very different personalities there are interests that you share in a partner evidently. So I think you should look for- for somebody that could love all of you because you are a system- you work best together even if you don't think so. I've seen it."

"So you will not make a choice? Is that what I'm understanding here?" He asks and you shake your head.

"I won't choose one of you. I can't do that because it creates a very complex situation for everyone involved. Have you even thought about dating the same person before?"

"This is as intertwined as our dating lives have ever gotten. I mean- you know I don't date for a myriad of reasons and Steven can hardly start a conversation with a woman and Marc- he's equally as hopeless in a very different way. We haven't talked about dating really because we don't think about it. Too much else is going on." He shrugs.

"Are you against it?" You ask.

"Sharing a partner? We- we have never thought about that until just now when you brought it up." Jake says. You watch his eyes flick down to the mirror and he makes a face at something Marc or Steven said.

"What if we wanted to do it- with you?" It's Marc that asks you this question. You're surprised they switched out, since Marc was really only around to say hello you almost thought he'd stay inside for the whole conversation.

"What?" You blink.

"What if we wanted to date you? All of us. I mean- you've already been on dates with each of us, you've always cared for all of us- do you think, do you think you could be that person we choose to try that experience with? You said you won't choose one of us over the others so- what if we didn't want you to choose?"

"Just to be clear I didn't bring this idea to you as a loophole for me. You don't have to date me. I want you all to be happy and this just seemed like the most reasonable way to ensure that." You say.

"I know. We know. But we also don't want to look for someone else. We- our hearts, heart? Our feelings are for you. We have no interest in suppressing them or trying to replicate them with someone else. We think- we, us and you, work well together. Plus I honestly don't think Jake would consider dating anyone else anyway." Marc says and you can't help but chuckle at the last bit.

"And you're sure? This is what you want? All of you?"

"Do you want to hear each of us say yes?" Marc asks. You pause for a second trying to decide if his suggestion is serious.

"That would help honestly." You nod.

"Okay. I dunno if you wanna hear me say it since I'm the one suggesting it to you but I want this." Marc says.

"Yeah, I gathered." You giggle.

"I hate to admit it but he's right I have no interest in dating anyone else. It's you or no one. At least for me." Jake says albeit a bit grumbly.

"Just so we're clear, you understand I'd be not only your girlfriend but Steven and Marc's too, right?" You ask.

"It was me you brought up the sharing a partner thing to in the first place muñequita, I get it. I think you're right, but I'm only in if it's you. We are best with you." Jake says.

"I don't think you need me to be your best, but I appreciate the sentiment."

"Do not start with me." Jake warns but before he can say anything else, Steven nudges his way to front.

"I'm in as well. I'm not- assertive the way Jake is or smooth like Marc, but- if you'll have me-"

"Steven I have never thought of you as less than Jake or Marc. I care for you the same as I do them and you don't need to be like them. I want you to be you. I don't need two Jakes and I certainly don't need two Marcs. I do need one Steven though. Okay?" You look at him and hope your eyes show the sincerity of your words.

"I can definitely work with that."

"I hope so- I've already hand-picked you for it." You smile which Steven returns.

"So, will you be our girlfriend? Mine and Jake's and Marc's? Now that it's clear we're all on the same page about being with you."

"I would love to be your girlfriend." You giggle.

"We should take you on a date. As a unit this time as opposed to what we did before." Steven says.

"Sounds good." You nod. "This time I'm planning it." You add after a moment.

"Now wait a damn minute-" Marc scoffs.

"Nope! You each got to plan a date for me. It's my turn now that is only fair." You say.

"We asked you though." He says.

"We're dating now who cares? We'll take turns planning dates." You shrug and stand from the table. You walk over and kiss his cheek. "I have to get back to mine. I have work to finish. Since you're no longer in competition, you can discuss your dates with each other. I'll text you when I've figured out our plans for the next one." You tell them.

"We can see you before then, right?" Marc asks.

"Of course, you can. Come over later if you like." You say grabbing your bag and your mirror.

"We'll call!" Steven shouts after you as you leave. You blow him a kiss over your shoulder and then you're gone. As nervous as you were about it, this is the only outcome you were hoping for when you texted them last night. You can't imagine another way this ended that would have you as happy as you are right now.

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Calling Dr love: chapter 2

Roman reigns x Anastasia (OC)

Warnings: sci-fi, angst, romance, errors I may have missed.

Word count: 2k

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @afterdarkprincess @marchm-langdon @msbluehaz3 @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @reignsxlove @shadyprincesslife @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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I ran to the back to tell Kate everything, both of us giggling like school girls who had just met their celebrity crush. "Ana we have to find you something!" She said.

"Kate the mall just closed we'll have to wait until tomorrow!" I said with a sigh.

"don't worry! We'll find something! I know it's gonna be hard but go home and get some sleep. The last thing you need is to be tired during your date with that hunk of a man!" She said "ana you're so incredibly lucky!! He's gorgeous!! I heard he's turned down so many women yet he pursued you!"

"I don't know why either but I'm flattered! Has a hunk!" I smiled "let's head home and meet me at the mall tomorrow! 9am!"

"yes ma'am!" She smiled. I gave her a hug and grabbed my coat and headed out the door to walk the 3 blocks to my apartment. On the way I kept feeling like someone was watching me. I kept getting glimpses out of the corner of my eye but as soon as I turned my head it was gone. I made it to my apartment without incident but that was weird! I walked into my apartment and turned on the light before walking to my bedroom and stripping off to get a hot shower. My whole body ached.from being on my feet all day and the hot water would do my muscles some good.

After my shower I laid down in bed and looked at my phone. I had a message from Roman.

Ro: hey I feel kinda dumb for not asking earlier but could you give me your address so I can pick you up?

Me: sure! And don't feel dumb we both were highly distracted!

Ro: oh really?😏

Shit!

Me: um... I.... I mean your hot and i

Ro: ana you're beautiful! Don't be ashamed of speaking your mind.

Me: I'm just normally not that forward. I don't know what's gotten into me!

Ro: your mind is probably all over the place with excitement for tomorrow just like mine is! I can't wait to see you again. I had a lot of fun today.

Me: me to! I feel like I can relax and be myself around you and I don't have to be someone I'm not. I was actually about to head to bed so I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight. 🫶

Ro: goodnight beautiful ❤️

Reading his last message made my heart soar. He was so sweet and such a gentleman though he did have something about him that was different and I couldn't quite put my finger on it but that's neither here nor there. He seems like a great guy! I guess I finally lucked out after All. I turned off my bedside lamp and went to sleep.

Romans POV

I watched her through her window sleeping peacefully. She was such a beautiful woman! I'd been drawn to her for so long and finally talked to her and I'm so glad i did. Her thoughts told me she liked me but she was shy in admitting it. She also thought I was sexy and the feeling I mutual. When I left her work I could hear her thoughts of "did I hit the jackpot? Everything I've been looking for in a man!" And I wanted to tell her but it was FAR to soon and I risked losing her. It would have to be maybe weeks or even months down the line when I told her and maybe change her if she wanted.

She doesn't know it but i've saved her from many weirdos and creeps trying to break into her apartment while she's been asleep. Her apartment is on the backside of the building and no one can see back here if she's in trouble. I've watched her since she first moved here. I don't know why I feel myself so drawn to her. She like a drug i can't explain. Man made drugs don't affect me anymore but her scent alone intoxicates me in a way I never thought possible. It pains me to be away from her yet she has no idea who I am. I'm just a strange, handsome man to her.

I always sat by her window at night keeping a safe watch over her. As tempting as it was to walk in and make love to her right there I knew I couldn't. Her smell drove me crazy today. She smelled of arousal, happiness, lust, and giddiness and the way she looked at me was a way I could only hope she always would. Was my gut right all along? Was she the one? I could only hope! If she got scared and wanted me to leave I would but I would always protect her.

I hadn't realized it was almost 5am and the sun would be coming up soon! I had to get home quickly. The sun goes down around 5pm so from then on until roughly 7am I'm all hers. I looked at her one last time before I hopped down off her balcony to the ground and walked to my car. I couldn't wait to see her! She was gonna be treated like a queen tonight, my queen!

Anastasia's POV

I woke up to my alarm. 730am! Moments later my phone rang "rise and shine sleepy head!" Kate said "Kate why did I let you talk into so early?! The mall doesn't open until 9am and he's not picking me up til 6!! Ugh!! I need sleep kaye!!" I said into the phone still grouchy she made me get up so early!

"the early bird gets the worm ana! There could be outfits we wouldn't have gotten if we hadn't gotten there early! Now get up, get dressed! I'll be there in 20!" She said before hanging up.

I begrudgingly got out of bed and threw a pair of yoga pants and a Rammstein shirt on along with just a plain old pair of sneakers. I grabbed my phone, purse, and keys, put my coat on and waited for kate to knock. She better not take forever cause I'm in no mood for her crap today! I wanna get this done and get back here. Maybe get a small bite to eat. Momemts later Kate knocked on the door "ana come on! I'll even grab you a monster on the way!!" She bribed. I opened the door with a smile "now you're talkin!"

We hopped in her car and drove to the gas station. As promised she got me a monster and I chugged it down. I was a little more awake now. We finally headed off to the mall and stopped at every fancy store they had before settling on a store I knew well "5th avenue!" I said "why didn't we just come to this one to begin with? I always find clothes I like here!" I asked her.

"well you need to broaden your horizons ana!" She said.

"Kate I know you didn't just drag me all around this mall to have me look at stuff that you knew I wouldn't like only to end up at the store you knew I'd buy something from anyway!" I said crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry ana I just,.." she started.

"Kate I'm joking!" I smiled "after this though I would like to get a small bite. I'm kinda hungry" I said as we headed inside.

I looked all over the store and finally found an outfit and I knew was the one. "Ana that's gorgeous!" Kate smiled.

"you think so?" I smiled back.

"hes gonna love it! I'll help you do your hair and makeup" she said as I paid for my new clothes "Now let's go get a small bite to eat..we don't know where he's taking you almost best to put just enough in your stomach to hold you over." She said. We ended up picking just a pretzel with cheese and that did the trick. We got home and it was 2pm. "Damn Kate we spent 5 hours at the mall!" I laughed.

"well on the bright side you don't have to witness long for him to get here" she smiled.

"true but I'm so nervous! I'm never nervous for dates" I said.

"it's cause you actually like this one" she smiled "and ana I'd be lying if didn't say I was jealous cause girl you could bounce a quarter off his ass!!" She giggled.

'oh i know! Hes the whole package! He's gorgeous, an absolute sweetheart, dirty minded, flirtatious, and everything I want. What's the catch?" I laughed.

"don't think there is one. You just got lucky! Now shoosh and let me do your hair!"

She ended up putting my hair up in a bun with a bit hanging off on my bangs. It looked beautiful. "Go get dressed and we'll see what colors to use with your makeup from there" she said.

I put on my outfit and came back out "girl you're gonna rock his world!" She smiled. She did my makeup and I put my heels on to finish my look. I looked at my phone seeing a message from him and the biggest smile formed on my face...

Ro: see you soon beautiful😘

"ugh!! I can't with him! He's so sweet!" I said before I realized it was a quarter til 6! "Oh shit Kate just gonna be here in 15 minutes!!"

"ana breathe!" She said. I breathed with her slowing my heart heart down. I haven't been this nervous about a date in a long time. "You look gorgeous! You smell gorgeous! Look good enough to eat and who knows maybe he will later" Kate smirked.

"Katlyn!" I said

The doorbell rang. I took a deep breath and walked towards the door. I smoothed out my dress and opened the door.

"hey ana!" He smiled "wow! You look absolutely beautiful!"

He said and I don't think I've ever blushed so hard before. 'you look very handsome yourself!" I smiled

"thank you" he smiled "shall we head out?"

"please" I said "Kate I'm leaving! Leave the door unlocked please!"

"Kate?" He asked

"my best friend" I smiled "I've never been so nervous for a date before and I don't know why I am!"

"I must admit my nerves have gotten the best of me as well" he smiled "before we go, there's something I wanna do" he said.

"what's that?" I asked.

"I wanted to do this yesterday but the timing didn't seem right" he said standing closer to me, his hand resting on the side of my face. He leaned towards me and our lips met in a tender kiss that sent sparks flying through my body. His lips were so incredibly soft and he smelled like sandalwood and cedar. I didn't want him to pull away but knew eventually he would have to "that was.."

"amazing" he finished "I know I said dress to impress but we're going to a candle lit dinner on the beach so you can take those heels off if you want to"

"thank the gods my feet are killing me!" I giggled.

"let's head over to our date shall we?" He said holding his arm out for me. I didn't care if we went to the worst restraunt in town at this point. I've barely known this man 2 days and I feel like I've known him a lifetime. Whatever did I do to find a man like him I don't know but I never wanted to let him go and the women who had had know idea what they'd lost!

[cottoncandy-cult]

Babification Ignihyde

Ok so this will be shared between Idia and Ortho, like Ortho would take care of the more serious aspects of care because Idia is either embarrassed or scared he might hurt or drop our dear reader! While Idia handles the affection and basic observation of the child.

"Thanks again for helping Ortho, it's kinda weird having to take care of her like this you know?" Idia sat nervously in his gaming chair, facing away from the young male who was changing dear (Y/n) and putting her in a nighty. Lillia had brought her by earlier, they didn't want to just leave her with Grim, but no one really knew what to do with her. So as her significant other taking care of the little girl was brought to him, of course he had Ortho to help him as far as learning how to handle and care for a baby, but the male found certain things aspects awkward. "It's no problem, you're trying to respect her privacy, right? She might be embarrassed if she learned you had to change her and stuff." The little male was somewhat right, Idia worried that knowing he had to change and bathe her would make her uncomfortable or awkward out of embarrassment. But he was also scared of dropping her, it didn't take much research to learn how fragile infants and small children are, and it scared the hell out of the poor male. Ortho though was more comfortable; he had easily scaled himself down so that he can handle her firmly but without discomfort or injury. Idia did like holding her though, she was like a little heating pillow when she'd lean against his stomach during a nap while he gamed. Of course, he'd stick to the sleep schedule she made for him, he had promised after all and though he wanted to take advantage of this moment where he wasn't really being supervised, he also understood her concern as he had been less than kind to his body over the years and his addiction was really unhealthy. So, when the time would come, he would move to the bed and lay down with her, making sure she couldn't roll around but also that he couldn't roll on top of her. He had never been so thankful to be a person that sleeps like a rock. He doesn't move in his sleep, period. It's to the point he often wakes up sore, it's why he doesn't care for super soft beds because they just make him ache more.

"It's almost 11 Idia, are you still gonna follow (Y/n)'s schedule?" Ortho tilted his head as he looked to his brother, of course he knew about the agreement as he was thankful for it. It still gave him ample time to do his games and on days where he really wants to do something at a specific time, they alter his sleep schedule so he can get some naps in so that it's still the same amount of time. "Yeah, one sec, I'm checking for any updates and saving some adjustments to some stuff. You can go ahead and get her comfy, tomorrow I'll make something so that she has one of those…. what were they…" Idia stared at the screen in front of him blankly a moment, he could see it clearly in his head. Ortho stayed quiet as he let his brother think it through, knowing that trying to guess for him doesn't help usually. "Basinets. I'll make her a basinet, co-sleeping isn't safe, so I don't want her to sleep with me for too long. I'll make it something that attaches to the side of the bed, that way she's still close." Idia nodded to himself; he knew he could build something that simple quickly. Once everything was saved and checked if Idia began shutting things down, Ortho had already put (Y/n) to bed in the little nest between Idia's usual sleeping spot and the wall by the time the older male finished. Lying flat on her back she was out cold, not even budging when Idia climbed into bed and laid down on his side facing her. He was in some basketball shorts and a t-shirt since the room was already at a comfortable temperature, so he just had to sleep with his sheet that night. Ortho had already hooked himself up to the charger and shut down, the dim blue light from the station being the only real light in the room. It was enough for him to see the steady rise and fall of her chest, she was alive, and nothing had gone wrong today. He really hoped the rest of his anxiety went away, even if they never really left the dorm, he still worried that something would go wrong. Ever since reading an article on SIDS during his research he felt like he had to have her close and within eyeshot of either him or Ortho, even having Ortho tell him of any drastic changes to her physical state. Even something as small as a sudden blood pressure spike, he wanted to keep track. He was a scientist after all, with that came attention to detail and the need to record even small changes. It had gotten easier for him to calm down through the day though so his anxiety wasn't necessarily as active as it was a downtime burden, but he kinda dreaded sleeping as that seemed to be when most accidents happen was during the care takers sleep.

Reaching over a gentle shaking hand he placed it on the girl's body, no real pressure just enough for him to be able to feel her breathing and heartbeat beneath his palm. Just something for reassurance, she needed him right now and she needed him calm. So, he pulled his hand away, curling up somewhat as he got comfortable. With a few deep breaths he managed to lull himself into a light sleep, waking occasionally through the night to check on her visually before dozing off once more.

[mrs-santoss]

Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Six

Summary: 

Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can't risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5

All the medical staff ran up to Neymar. I stood there in my place not being able to move an inch. Someone bumps my shoulder while running to him, bringing me back to my senses. I ran up to him. He was laying there in pain, tears falling from his eyes. It was a very heartbreaking view. I couldn't even examine him a just stood there looking at him, holding his hand. "Is it bad? Do I have to stop playing?" he kept asking, looking up at everyone. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Kylian, motioning for me to speak with Neymar.

"Ney? Are you in...are you in pain?" He looked at me for a second before answering, I could tell he was trying to say something else to me, but couldn't because of other people being around. "No, meu am--no, ma'am, I'm okay. Don't worry" Neymar couldn't continue his game, It would only make the injury worse. All the medical staff members looked at me, waiting for me to give my final verdict. I had to agree with them on this one. Neymar had to leave the game because of his own good. "Unfortunately, you have to leave the game, Ney....mar"

"No, no, no, no, I only need to rest for a few minutes, I'll be fine" "NO YOU WON'T, BEBÊ. IT'LL ONLY GET WORSE, I CAN'T LET YOU RISK NOT PLAYING ANYMORE BECAUSE I LOVE YOU" He looks taken back by my sudden outburst. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me or not, it looks like he forgot about the pain for a second. We put him on the stretcher and carry him inside. As soon as we were out of the camera's sight, I looked at him. "Ney, I'm sorry about that. I'm just really scared something will happen to you right now." "It's okay, amor. It just caught me by surprise. You do realize the whole STADIUM probably heard you calling me "bebê" and telling me  you love me, right?" "I knoww, that was an intense moment, alright? I didn't think it all the way through. I'm sorry." "It's okay, bebê. People are going to find out at some point anyway" We reach the ambulance and place Neymar inside. I go with him as his girlfriend, since my part as a medical staff on the field is done. _____________________________

"Can I see him now?" "Yes, you can, ma'am." I knock on the door and open it slowly, Neymar is laying there looking at me smiling. He seemed okay. According to the doctor, he had a small knee injury that's supposed to heal in a week. While I was waiting for the doctor I went through my phone, scrolling on different social medias. Our team has won the game, I was happy about that. All the other news were about my interaction with Neymar on the field earlier. There were photos of me holding his hand, cupping his face.  There was an actual video of me yelling "...because i love you" going viral. I guess our relationship has been discovered. "Hi, bebê. How are you feeling?" I kiss him on the cheek and sit on the chair next to him, holding his hand. "Hi, meu amor. I'm feeling much better now. Did you see whether they won the game or not?" "Yes, they did, Ney. Congratss!"

"Oh, thank god. I was worried about it." "There are also videos of us about our moment on the field earlier, I think they know." "That's okay, bebê. Honestly, It doesn't really make a difference for me, I love you the same either way. Besides, I can kiss you at work whenever I want now." he winks at me. "About that... I'm sure the coach will talk to me about it tomorrow. He will give me a list of things of how to keep our relationship professional at work." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll still kiss you." "You're crazy." I chuckle at him. "Says the woman who accidentally announced our relationship to a whole crowd at a stadium while trying to yell at me." "Heyy!!! Not everyone heard it., that's physically impossible for me" I smack his arm lightly. He was messing with me. 

Neymar gets discharged from the hospital after a few hours. I decide to stay over at his place for a couple of days so I can take care of him, so we drive straight to his place.

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Our relationship going public was the most stressful thing I've ever went through. I was already a part of social media for my close friendship with the guys. I was a part of a lot of Neymar's and Kylian's compilations of funny videos. Now, I'm also a part of Neymar's and Bruna's compilations of loving moments videos. Bruna is Neymar's ex-girlfriend. They were in a relationship for a very long time, so they were a very famous couple in Brazil especially. This never really bothered me at first, probably because we were still a secret at that time, but now, it's completely different. I get a lot of messages from people comparing me to her or asking me to break up with Neymar or telling me to kill myself. I only spoke about this to Neymar once. He assured me that he doesn't care what everyone thinks and that it will get better over time. It didn't though. It only got worse. Now, I'm photographed everyday at work or I'm chased by the press at every restaurant I go to with my friends. I was going through a hard time.

The worst part about all of this is how Neymar has been acting recently. He seems to always be in deep thoughts, he's not that flirtatious as he used to be, he rarely invites me to stay over at his place. Even our fun nights as a group with Kylian are completely forgotten. I'm pulled from my thoughts by a waving hand in front of my eyes. I look around me and I realize I'm sitting on the field with Kylian chatting. "Are you still here? Hello? Y/N?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Sorry" "Y/N, you should talk to him about this. You look more stressed each passing day. This is not good for you." "I know I should, but I'm just scared of what his answer will be. He's been completely different since our relationship went public. Has he said anything to you?" "No, not really. We don't hang out together, the three of us, like we used to anymore. I admit that there's something going on for sure, but you're the only one who can find out." "I know" I say as I lower my head looking at the artificial grass under me. I feel Kylian's arms around my shoulders, he kisses my head. "Hey, whatever happens, I'll always be your friend. I'm always there for you" "Thank you, Ky. I'm so grateful for you." "Awww, thank you, crazyy. I'm grateful for you too." ______________________________________ I knock on the door a couple times before Neymar opens it. He looks surprised to see me and not very excited. I decided to stop by his house after work, he left before me and I didn't have a chance to talk to him. "Hi, can I come in?" "Yea-yeah, of course, Y/N." he leads me to the living room where he was staying before I knocked on the door. He was watching a movie, it was on pause. I sit on the couch and motion for him to sit close to me. "Ney, you do admit there's something different about us these days, right?" He looks scared to answer, he scratches his neck constantly. He sighs before he answers. "Yes, there is." "Do you have any idea why?" "Yes, I do." "Do you think you're being fair and honest by not sharing it with me, because I personally don't think I'm doing anything different?" I speak in a soft voice, I always speak in a soft voice during these kind of intense conversation. I find raising my voice very unhelpful. "No, I'm not. I should talk to you about it."

"Why aren't you....are you unsure about your feelings?" I know if the answer to that question is "yes", that would totally break me. But, I need to know, I can't continue like this. "Y/N, you're an amazing person. I adore you as a person, okay? You're this soft and sweet person that I'm being a dick to like an idiot. I've been avoiding this conversation because I was afraid." I pause for a moment. I'm forcing myself not to cry. I can't cry in front him, I can't cry in front of anyone. I don't need to continue this conversation anymore to know where this is going, but I still want to ask him why. "What made you feel like this... is it something I did?" He looks at me defeated and cups my cheeks, looking straight into my eyes. "NO, no , no, god, no. You are an amazing person, you have the biggest heart, everything about is lovely, don't try to find the flaw in yourself, please, because you can't find a single one." he pauses for a moment before continuing. "Ever since our relationship went public, I've been seeing a lot of videos about my past relationship. She's become a part of my everyday life from all the videos and the long messages of people wanting us back together, I swear to you, I haven't spoken to her since the day I broke up with her, but, It's about my feelings. I realized I'm not over her yet, I can't be with someone as good as you and still have feelings for my ex girlfriend. All I'm asking from you is just time, can I have some time, can you please not hate me?" I was speechless. I could've been anything. Anything, but this. I swear to you, I heard a crack from inside of me. I studied medicine for almost a decade and I've never heard of this possibility. I could hear my trust, my love, my happiness, our innocence crack. 

"I just... I just.. I never believed another guy when they told me that I'm the most beautiful woman they've ever seen, but...but I chose to believe you." "No, plea-" "I guess beauty isn't all it takes, love at first sight isn't a reliable theory to find your soul mate. I guess, it's my fault for...for jumping into it too quickly? I mean, we could've avoided this, we could've stayed friends." "We still can stay friend-" "No we can't, meu am-Neymar" I guess it's an instinct of mine to call him that. I need to get used to it. I hate this part. "Why not?" "I can't do that. I don't have the strength for that. Maybe, you can move on from this in a day, but, me, I'm not like that, it takes time for me to get used to your absence as my partner." "Y/N, I'm confused. I'm fucking confused. I'm not saying I don't love you. The way you make me feel is..is magical, but, I still have something left from what I've gone through for almost ten years with that other person. I can't just erase that in an instant." "You don't have to do that Neymar. I never asked you to do that. But, your way of coping with this was to avoid me. That's not a good sign." We pause and look into each other's eyes. I guess this will be the last time we will do that. I will miss this. I will miss this the most. A tear rolls down his cheek, as does mine. "I guess I'll see you at work...mr. Neymar" "Don't do this" "Please take care of yourself, okay?" I reached over to kiss him and stopped, this was an instinct move. I guess he wanted to do the same before he realized. I smiled at him, that's all I could give him. I got into my car and drove. I drove for four hours before I stopped in the middle of an empty road. How am I going to heal from this? This is worse than last time. Last time I was cheated on, I only had to work on my trust issues. But, now, I have to work on my whole being.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Doting, Uncle Moneybags Regulus?

Sirius being annoyed at Regulus for spoiling Harry too much and rendering any discipline he and James attempt useless. Every time they try and say no to Harry he just rubs to Regulus who always gives in to his only nephew, every time they take a toy away as punishment Regulus buys a new one and sneaks it to him, etc.

Just some fluffy stuff about Asexual Regulus spoiling Harry because he’s the closest thing he has to a son, and he’s making up for Harry’s lack of grandparents and also making sure Harry doesn’t have the childhood he and Sirius had? Dunno, sorry it’s all a confusing mess of an ask :P

((A/N: This starts with angst but ends with fluff, fyi))

James grits his teeth when he sees Harry's candy-sticky face, but he pulls up a smile for his son when he runs up to him, because it's not his fault. Kids like candy. They'll eat so much of it that it makes them sick and not learn the lesson to eat less candy, they'll just think they randomly got sick that day and do it again in the morning. It's not Harry's fault; he's not going to be upset with him.

He will however have to talk to Sirius about this, because it's a weekly occurrence that isn't seeing an end.

James knows that he's short over dinner. He tries not to be, but the situation is infuriating.

Harry goes down to bed-- not easily, but he does-- and Sirius turns to James. "What's wrong?"

He takes a deep breath. "I know that you love your brother and it's not easy to talk to him about shit, but this is getting ridiculous. Actually, we've passed ridiculous and we're into the territory of me wanting to throttle him."

"What happened?"

"As far as I can tell? He gave Harry unfettered access to a bag of candy."

"Again?" Sirius groans.

"Again. You saw how little he ate at dinner, it sodding ruined his appetite, and he's going to wake up starving."

Sirius sighs, rubbing at his temples. "I'll talk to him."

"Do you want me to come?"

"No, he'll just get defensive." He sounds exhausted. He was in a good mood before this and was hoping for a little 'adult time' for him and James, but he isn't going to get that and also get through to Regulus. He gives James a quick kiss and then heads upstairs.

Regulus can't live alone but likes his space. Two stories feels a ridiculous indulgence to Sirius, but it's a good compromise to the living situation with the four of them. Harry, James, and Sirius all have their bedrooms downstairs, with Regulus's on the second floor. There's no further separation of rooms after that, but what the future will bring as Harry grows is anyone's guess. For now, it works, and that's good enough for them.

Regulus opted to not eat dinner with them tonight, so Sirius hasn't seen him since he left for work this morning. He knocks on his door and hopes that he answers it, because if he has to put this conversation off for tomorrow, he's going to be in a sour mood. Luckily, Regulus does call for him to enter, so that's one part easily taken care of.

"Oh, Sirius." He's sitting atop his duvet with a book in hand, and when he sees his brother, he sticks a bookmark in the open page.

"Hey. You got a minute?"

Regulus nods and sets his book to the side.

"I'm tired, so I can't really think of a better way to say this, but you've got to stop giving Harry so many fucking sweets."

Regulus blinks at him. "Why?"

"It's ruining his appetite, for one. He didn't eat all of his dinner. He's either going to wake up in the middle of the night because he's so hungry, or he's going to be starving when he gets up at his normal time."

"You don't know that for sure; you're guessing."

"I'm bloody not, actually. This isn't the first time it's happened, Regulus. It's happened so many times I can't fucking count them all, and I never said anything to you before because I didn't want you to make it into something it's not, but you've got to stop. Why do you do it, anyways? You're not an idiot; surely you know that a kid can't survive on candy alone."

"I thought he'd eat both," Regulus says, shrugging one shoulder. He looks a little troubled about the situation, which helps. "Can't I give him less? I don't feel right about him going without any at all."

"We're not starving him of all desserts," Sirius replies, rolling his eyes. He wants to be nice and understanding about this, but right now, he's just frustrated. "I don't know why your mind went there."

"It's what our parents did."

Sirius's mouth twists. "Do you think I'm like them? Really? Or James?"

"No." Regulus sighs, knees drawing up. "Our parents were so... conditional."

It's obvious he needs a second to think, so Sirius stays quiet. He feels a little bad about it, but he's not in the mood for a heart to heart. He's sure he'll be happy for this come morning, and even sad that he's not giving this due attention.

"I don't want Harry to feel anything like we did, you know? I remember wanting so much. And it's- I don't even mean like, wanting a new toy every week or wanting to go to a friend's and they wouldn't let me, but sometimes I look back and it feels like I never got anything I wanted."

"Yeah."

"Like I was always yearning for something and asking for it and never got anything. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah." Sirius has thought similar things, like he was always desperate for something that his parents withheld when they could've given it. It doesn't come up very often for him though. Now, he has James and Harry and Regulus as his family, so it's nothing like growing up was-- and Regulus as an adult is nothing like he was as a teenager or kid, so being around him doesn't feel the same as back then. He takes a deep breath and says, "I get it. Really, I do. When Harry asks for a biscuit right before dinner, I want to give it to him because I know he'll smile at me and be happy. But we're adults, Regulus. We know that you can't give a kid every single thing they want. The way our parents went about it was shit, but there has to be a happy medium in there, and that's what we're trying to do with Harry."

"Makes sense," Regulus says glumly, leaning his head into one hand. "I suppose I went a bit overboard with it anyways. You know, no grandparents, only me for an uncle, no aunts, no cousins and no chance for cousins, either. I'm the only extended family he has. I wanted to make up for it as much as I could."

"I don't mind you spoiling him. It's your duty as his uncle," Sirius says with a smirk, "but for now, no sweets. If you think you can learn to tone it down, maybe we can bring that back on Saturday's or summat. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good." Sirius gives him a quick hug and bids him goodnight.

James is wary when he gets to their room, clearly not sure how well their conversation went.

"All sorted," Sirius tells him, following it with a lingering kiss.

James smiles but puts a pin in that for the moment because he needs to clarify 'all sorted' in this case. "He's going to stop giving Harry sweets?"

"Aye, he promised. I told him he can spoil him in other ways."

He bites back a groan at that. "Your brother has a tendency to go overboard. What're we going to do when the next thing gets out of control?"

"Talk to him, probably," Sirius says, a touch dryly. He's tired. He wanted to get laid tonight, but he's really not sure it's going to happen. He moves to change into sleep clothes.

James senses his change in mood immediately and follows after him, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind when he stops by their dresser. "Ignore me," he mutters, kissing Sirius's neck. "You're right, I know you're right." He kisses him again. "Thank you."

Sirius leans into him. "I don't need to be told I'm right about everything, you know."

"You do when you are," James counters.

He snickers. "Well, I do like how it sounds, so feel free to keep saying it."

*

"I think this can really work for us," James says later, after they've had a nice time in bed and Sirius told him exactly what him and Regulus talked about.

"How do you mean?"

"Regulus wants to be a little more involved-- make up for Harry only having one person as extended family. Why not ask him to babysit every now and then so we can have a date night?"

"Huh. There's an idea." They never considered asking him to babysit for them. Sirius had always assumed that Regulus wouldn't want to, but James has a point.

*

Regulus is happy to babysit for them "-but only once a month."

That's more often than Sirius or James thought to hope for, and they happily agree.

Harry owns more toys than any toddler rightly should after a few months of the new understanding, but so far, there's no real problems with him over it. There's wonder in Sirius's voice as he says this to James.

James laughs and replies, "I guess we'll see how long this will work in our favour."

"I think a while longer."

"Mm, for sure." He grabs Sirius and pulls him in for a kiss. They both love Harry more than anything, but ever since they reached this agreement with Regulus, they've had more time for each other. Less stress overall. It's wonderful.

*

Harry sniffles and looks up at Regulus. He doesn't say a word; he knows by now that he doesn't have to. Smart one, their son. He doesn't push when he knows he's won, and looking at Uncle Regulus with those big eyes of his is a win.

Regulus folds immediately and pats his nephew's head with a quiet-- so as to not be overheard by the parents-- promise to buy him a new toy to replace this one.

James and Sirius don't need to overhear the promise to know that it's happening, however. It's a commonplace exchange between uncle and nephew these days. Sirius thinks it's sweet; James agrees, but the novelty has worn off, leaving him to roll his eyes when he sees Harry with another addition to his army of stuffies-- really, if he took the care to count, he's sure there would be a battalion's worth.

"Should we start worrying yet?" Sirius asks James in an undertone as Regulus and Harry hug-- their son burying his face into his uncle's shoulder.

James glances over, then shakes his head. "I think we're still good."

"Good," he replies, sneaking a kiss.

[ros3ybabe]

August 16th, 2023 Mini Update 🎀

Guess who ended up sick on her first day of classes? Me!!

I remember thinking last week how it would not be fun to get sick when school starts, and on my first day of classes, I wake up with a super sore throat, a mild headache, slight dizziness, fatigue, and just overall feeling like trash. It's either a cold or my yearly bout of tonsillitis. I get tonsillitis every year at least once, and it's been that way for 8 years so far.

I did make it through the day, tho! Went to my first two classes of the semester, and I am pretty optimistic! Luckily, I don't have classes tomorrow, but I do have some appointments, so I'm going to wear my mask all day, as I do not want to risk getting anyone else sick. I'm still going to my nail appointment. I feel like it's the least I deserve right now.

(The picture of nails I included is what I changed my mind to for tomorrow, I feel like almond nails will be a cute change from my usual coffin style and might be easier to work with at my job)

I also found out I'll get to see my boyfriend in the next month and a half (we've been long distance 1000+ miles since early July), and I am so excited about that. Hopefully, it'll be a 4-5 day stay, so I can spend some quality time with him.

I want to sleep and recover as much as possible but I also have a decent amount of homework/quizzes/notes/textbook reading to accomplish by Sunday, and since I work Friday thru Sunday, I know I'm going to have to buckle down and be productive as much as I can. Hot tea with honey, chicken noodle soup, and vitamin C are going to be my best friends these next few days while I recover!

This is really not how I wanted to start my semester, but things will get better, I will still succeed, and I will still stay on top of assignments, attendance, and my work ethic overall. One bump in the road doesn't mean I should come to a complete stop! I have high hopes and high expectations and I truly believe in myself.

Also, I managed to complete a 10 min abs pilates workout (despite knowing I didn't feel too great, silly me) and still did skincare, makeup, and working in my planner this morning. I've also completed several assignments and started notes for one of my online classes, so today was not a complete bummer.

Let's hope that I can return to proper health sooner rather than later, and that it doesn't affect my sleep too much!

Thats all for this update!

Til next time, my lovelies!! 🩷

[citizensofcradle]

IkePrince Suitors as Lewis Capaldi lyrics

Lewis Capaldi is one of my favorite musical artists and I was just struck with the urge to make this list one night!

I wanna give a little disclaimer that these are just in my own opinion. I also didn't pick whole songs because some of these songs I don't feel like they fit the characters as a whole while others might. Not gonna lie either I struggled with some of them so they might not be the best ones but oh whale.

I'm gonna put them under the cut though because if not this is gonna be a huge text wall on feeds! On another note, I hope ya'll enjoy these!

Jin- "'Cause I'm not ready, to find out you know how to forget me, I'd rather hear how much you regret me, And pray to God that you never met me, Than forget me, Oh I hate to know I made you cry, But love to know I cross your mind, Babe oh I, Even after all it'd still wreck me, To find out you'd know how to forget me" -Forget Me

Chevalier- "Lately, I'm getting lost on you, You got me doing things I never thought I'd do, Never spent so long on a losing battle, But lately giving up don't seem to matter, Every day, I'm a slave to the heartache, And you're wasting away every night, I don't wanna leave you lonely, But I've run out of love this time, You know that I adore you, Though I couldn't give enough, Hope you'll be safe in the arms of another, 'Cause I can't take the weight of your love" -Lost On You

Clavis- "Will you forgive me if I'm coming off a little bit obtuse? Well, it's been a minute now since I have had to tell the truth, I know I can, I won't, Suppose I thought that by this moment I would have it figured out, But instead, I tend to spend my days consumed by seeds of doubt" -How I'm Feeling Now

Leon- "Hope, have you some that I can borrow? 'Cause I've been so low, And the weight of all the world's a heavy load, Keep me going 'til tomorrow, 'Cause I just don't know if I can face another day alone, Well my lungs don't breathe, And my heart don't beat, And I can't believe in any kind of life without you here, And I can't move on, 'Cause it feels so wrong, No I just don't want any kind of life without you dear" -Any Kind of Life

Yves- "I can wear a million faces, 'Cause I don't like the one underneath, Always found it easy to fake it, Yeah, I'll be anybody but me, To tell you the truth, I'm the fraud in the room, And I know that, But you never will, In my mind, it's instilled not to show that, I spend almost all of my time, Feeling like I'm falling even further behind" -The Pretender

Licht- "I’m not ready to be just another of your mistakes, don’t wanna let the pieces fall out of place, I was only just a breath removed from going to waste, till I found salvation in the form of your grace, your grace, your grace, don’t take it away" -Grace

Nokto- "You saw me different then, oh, when I held your heart in my hand, so, if you’re gonna leave me, just leave me slowly, let’s make it last, just one more dance, before the moment’s passed, I’d rather that you lay here than leave me lonely" -Leave Me Slowly

Luke- "I've been holding on to hope, That you'll come back when you can find some peace, 'Cause every word that I've heard spoken, Since you left feels like an hollow street, I've been told, I've been told to get you off my mind, But I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind, Oh my lord, oh my lord, I need you by my side" -Bruises

Sariel- "I wish somebody would've told me, That I'd end up so caught up in need of your demons, That I'd be lost without you leading me astray, Guess that I'm a fool for the way that you caught me, Girl, you make my heart break more every day, But don't fade away" -Fade

Rio- "To tell the truth, I think you saved my life, givin’ my heart to you over to you would be no sacrifice, Oh lord, i ain’t afraid to die if it means I’m by your side, it would be such a heavenly way to say goodbye" -Heavenly Kind of State of Mind

Silvio- "Forget everything we've come to expect, It only serves to further fuck with our heads, And I don't wanna pretend this will all be alright in the end, mmm, So maybe now instead of balancing on the edge, We could put this to bed for good, Can call it quits or risk sinking with this broken ship, But I don't think we'd make it through, through, Now it's only the beat of my heart, That reminds me not to stare at the sparks, Can't set fire to my soul, Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone" -Burning

Keith- "I bring her coffee in the morning, She brings me inner peace, I take her out to fancy restaurants, She takes the sadness out of me, I make her cards on her birthday, She makes me a better man, I take her water when she's thirsty, She takes me as I am" -Pointless

Gilbert- "You got your demons, spent seasons on the dark side of the moon, Don't try denying 'cause you know that I've been there too, Right now I know how it feels like the world's gonna end, But I'll get you through, If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna love the hell out of you, Take all the pain that you're going through, I'll bring you heaven if that's what you need, 'Cause you've always loved the hell out of me" -Love the Hell Out of You