#ALEXA PLAY PEACE BY TAYLOR SWIFT

[mooncrestedwaters]

I am not this mans peace <3

[bullet-prooflove]

Fishtail: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagged: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @noxytopy @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis

Companion piece to:

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

Bob Dylan - You help Jack to relax after an incident at the hospital leaves him temporarily blind.

Because Of You - Jack realises he's starting to heal in more ways than one after you spend the day taking care of him.

Boston - You reflect on the past after your ex-husband makes an appearance on a trying day.

This God Damn Fucking Day - Jack steps into the fray with things get messy between you and you ex-husband.

Misdemeanour - Jack's forced to step in when you get arrested because of your ex-husband.

It takes Jack three hours to resolve your jail predicament with the security footage of Myrna destroying Richard’s Mercades. In that time he accomplishes two things. Getting the vandalism charges dropped and implicating your ex-husband in a crime because that asshole, he filed a false report by saying he saw you trash his car and the cops they don’t take that shit lightly.

You’re exhausted by the time he gets you back home, quiet, despondent. You head straight into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind you and the shower turns on almost immediately. Jack understands the need for space after the day you’ve had, you’ve spent the best part of 16 hours in loud chaotic environments, you’re about due for a little peace.

He asks Alexa to play Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Rumours’ album on low as he takes out his Bob Dylan t-shirt and a pair of boxers for you to relax in. He lays them on your side of the bed before changing into sweatpants and settling himself against the headboard to read the med journal he hadn’t finished last night.

It’s an half an hour later you come out, wrapped in his robe, your damp hair falling across your features. You look so small in that moment, almost timid. This is what your ex-husband does to you, he off foots you, makes you unsure of yourself, of your value.

“Will you braid my hair for me?” You ask softly and he sets the journal back down on the nightstand.

“Of course.” He responds before he raises to his feet and the hair brush and hair ties off the dresser.

You’re already dressed in his clothes when he turns around, sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting patiently. He assumes the position behind you, using the brush to gently comb the tangles from your hair as you close your eyes and listen to the music.

“What are we thinking here?” He asks you, focusing on his task. “French, Fishtail, Dutch?”

“You choose.” You tell him because you’re too mentally fatigued to make any decision right now. Jack considers the pros and cons of each one before be begins sectioning off your hair for a fishtail braid because his niece Ella tells him it’s the most comfortable to sleep in.

The braiding started seven years ago before you were ever on the scene. He’d come home from his last tour to discover his brother wasn’t coping with life as a single parent. His wife had died whilst Jack was away and everything had fallen apart in the months after, he started drinking, kept drinking.

At the age of eleven Ella was trying to keep the house running and get herself to school while the bills stacked up on the kitchen table because her dad was too depressed to get himself out of bed.

Instead of renewing his contract with the military, Jack had retired to take care of his family because they were in crisis. He had picked up the job at The Pitt so he could be available for Ella during the day time, doing the school run, helping with dinner and her homework until his shift started at seven.  

He’d picked up being  a girl dad quickly, throwing himself into it the same way he did everything else. He attended her swim meets, cheering her on from the sidelines, watched countless Youtube videos to perfect his braiding skills and learned the lyrics to every Taylor Swift song because that’s what Ella liked to listen to. It’s him who ended up shopping for sanitary products, explaining each one to her so she knew her options when she got her first period.

It stays that way for a year before his brother Callum got himself squared away and started to stand on his own two feet again. Jack had spent hours showing him how to braid so he continue his handiwork when he was well enough.

Braiding time is when she tells you her secrets, he had told his brother, anything that’s bothering her, it all comes out then.

It’s the same with you, he’s learned over the years. Braiding, it’s an act of love, a way of showing he cares without words, that he’s here when you’re ready to talk.

“I’m going to report him.” You say quietly as he weaves the strands together. “If he did it to me, if he did it to Abby…”

You trail off but he understands the implication. There’s probably more out there, others that have been too cowed by Richard’s influence to come forward. That’s how men like him work, they fuck with your head, twist you up inside until you break.

“That’s not on you Faye.” He tells you as he ties off the end of your braid. “He married you, why wouldn’t you think it was love?”

He hates that man for what he did to you, for manipulating you into a relationship, for coercing you into a marriage. He and your mother forged an empire on your hard work, his with his celebrity rehab clinic, her with the reputation management of said celebrities. It was never about you, it was about what they could get from you, how they could use you up to further their agenda.

“Jack I need you to love me tonight.” You whisper. “I need you to show me…”

You need to know that his love is unconditional, that it doesn’t come with caveats.

“Food first.” He pressing a kiss to the back of your head, his hands lightly squeezing your shoulders. “Then I’ll spend the whole day showing you how loved you really are.”

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[ssparksflyy]

jason grace dating headcanons ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

pairing jason grace x daughter of hera!reader warnings none i think this ones pretty much all fluff unless your uncomfortable with marriage and children lol an i have a whole yap on how i think children of hera are created here if u wanna check it out cause im quite proud of it ꈍ◡ꈍ , requested !!

alexa play so high school by taylor swift pretty pls ‹𝟹

my bad just had to set the mood before i talked about THE CUTEST COUPLE EVERRRRRR

jason dating a daughter of hera would just be so like cliche classic romance that everybody longs for

a timeless love if you will

youd think that your parents arguments and bickers would have some sort of effect on your relationship but you just dont care LMFAO

well i mean like your relationship with your mother is probably pretty good and stable (you know, for a relationship with a greek god) and i truly do think that hera would be caring torwards her demigod children cause those are her kids and they dont have a stinky man for a father

but your parents really dont have much of an effect on your lives because your relationship is something you developed and worked on together, and it has nothing to do with them

you first met jason when he crash landed on the shore of chb with piper and leo, but didnt really speak to him at first

but he DEFINITELY wished you did

cause the second the crowd swarmed him and he locked eyes with you, oh boy

SMITTEN

actually standing there with his mouth open

he wouldve spoken to you sooner if he didnt feel like his insides were being flipped at the mere thought of you

but you did end up speaking literally the day before he left for his quest

you had moved over to his table during dinner to wish him luck and find out a bit more about this quest

but you ended up taking for the entire night, hitting it off immediately and ending the night with him walking you to your cabin door with the excuse of "my legs are dragging me in the wrong direction!"

and when he returned from his quest, you were the first person he talked to about it

he literally went into full detail just so he'd have an excuse to talk to you longer (but left out the part where leo threatened to dump him into the ocean if he didn't shut up about you)

i feel like during your whole 'friends but you it doesn't feel like your actual friends and you can kinda tell you both want something more' era, jason is definitely making all the efforts to extend the conversation, spend more time with you, and to get to know you better while youre the one dropping more subtle hints that you want something more (which have him staring at his wall at 3 am questioning EVERYTHING)

i hate to drag things on longer than the should but guys... you dont get together until AFTER the quest of the 7 (well 8 cause surprise shawtay! you spent months on a boat fighting the tension between you and jason ‹𝟹) and even then it takes a few months full of you dropping heavy hints, the contemplation to make the first move, and countless amounts of teasing from your friends for him to FINALLY ask you if you'd let him be your boyfriend

thankfully from there, things just began to flow easily :)

you went on dates pretty often, but at some point you stopped considering them to be dates because you spend so much time together and its a bit difficult to come up with something original in a summer camp

but once you eventually move out of chb (jason moved camps to be with you) and into your apartments (not shared cause we need some space), you both made sure you were both coming up with unique ideas and planned dates frequently :)

jason ends up working a job in finance (trust fund, 6'5, blue eyes), while you did... well wtv u want queen !!

honestly life further on out is so peaceful and simple between you two, any issues you face you always work them out together

communication is so big between you two likeeee

not even only if you get into arguments and stuff, but just like in general

you talk about everything, know everything about each other, the yap sesh never ends between you guys ‹𝟹

you probably dont move in together until after youre married, which honestly bro ... biggest occasion ever

i cant lie and be like 'oh you just did something peaceful in a garden with friends ‹𝟹' nah yall went ALL OUT

youve been dreaming about your wedding since you were a kid (it comes with the parentage bro) and jason views giving you a big wedding as a way to really express your love for each other (and he gets to spoil u hehe)

he goes all out to propose too btw, like asks your closest friends from camp what your ideal proposal is and goes through with it

but yea after marriage? your life becomes practically perfect with the beginning of your family and live together forever nd ever ‹𝟹

not to say stuff gets boring like ur kids? some of the most random childrento ever walk the earth like theres always SOMETHING happening with them

and you and jason dont allow yourselves to go boring either, you stay communicating and working out different ways to showcase your affection for each other

you guys stay really close with your friends and always have them over for dinner and such ‹𝟹 (GUYS THE SEVEN ARE FOUND FAMILY IDGAFFFFF)

but yeah you continue to live in your happily ever after little fairy tale for ever n ever n ever ‹𝟹

[wildpeachfarm]

cate on her priv:

“sometimes i watch stans say wild shit about the people they stan and their friends/partners/peers and i think it’s interesting knowing they’re forcing their favs to apologize to everyone in their life for the judgement they are facing just for being associated w them 😭” “like ur obsessed with this person but actively making their life harder, why would u wanna do that? alexa play peace by taylor swift”

why is this woman so parasocial with stans i don’t see how it’s relevant to bring this up at all. I feel like any non-chronically online individual would realize that whatever ppl say on twitter with your friend as their pfp isn’t a big deal, they’re randos on the internet but if you’re letting that affect YOUR relationship with that person then i fear that’s a you issue…

I fear cate just needs to stop sharing her "hot takes" because every single time I just have to roll my eyes

[ladyamanda123]

HOLY FUCK!!!!

You guys! YOU GUYS! This has to be fake right??? Like it legit has to be fake!?! This can’t be real! If this is fake I hope blondie sues the mother fucking shit out of this!

T A Swift……Taylor Alison Swift

OBVIOUSLY

Tortured Poet

OBVIOUS

Fucking EYE theory cover!!!! I’m DYING @9w1ft

Page count 213!!!!!!

Release Date the DAY BEFORE TTPD album drop!?!?

The presale price……8.11…..

Help me out fam! What’s the significance of this???? All of my potential connections feel like stretches for now…..

2 days after KK showed up to the party (aka 8.9 eras tour) could be a hugely significant date for them (which may be revealed in the poetry/lyrics)

8 is obviously August - KK’s Bday

11 is November - 🎶 I recall late November, holding my breath, slowly I said, “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” “Yes” #Karlie would you want to

Alexa play Call it what you want to!

Any other 8.11 significance my baby Kaylor brain is missing? It’s such an odd price it has to mean something!

EDIT : Also those ✌️ peace sign flashes she’s been giving us a lot lately….I keep thinking double album drop but what if it’s hinting at an album and book combo!? The bonus track is called The Manuscript! Is this the fucking bonus track!? Is the The Manuscript?!!

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!!!!

[jonathanbyersphd]

Fun ask to offset the annoying ask: Why is Jancy so amazing (in your opinion)?

Oh Bless!

Reasons I love Jancy, a non-exhaustive list:

Chemistry (off the charts insane, no one is doing it like them I said what I said)

When the communication is good, it's good like they know exactly what the other is thinking (I mean even when it's bad they know but I digress)

Everything isn't magically better because they're together they both still have individual problems that can sometimes bleed into their relationship (also external problems like the end of the world)

Above point being made, despite their problems they're still very much in love with each other (see running into each others arms at the end of s4)

Sleeping in each other's beds and sneaking out the window

WILLINGLY SHARED A BED AND SUBVERTED THE TROPE

In the same vein: THERE WERE TWO BEDS BUT THEY FUCKED ANYWAY

I love how much they care about each other's sibling like in s3 Nancy calls about Will and in s4 Jonathan is protects Mike during the shoot out / for the rest of the funky little road trip

Their reasons for loving each other aren't shallow like they each list core elements of the other's character: ambition, compassion, etc. There aren't any lofty expectations or "I love them because they do X for me" it's just all the things they're noticed and admire about each other. (unlike some people 👀)

Anyways, they have similar life goals you know like they know what they don't want their lives to look like (the full "screw that" scene in s1 is a beautiful piece of modern cinema)

She has his poster (and mixtapes) in her room and he has her pictures all over his room (gonna throw up I love them so much)

Flirty so fucking flirty their flirting cannot be contained

They aren't afraid to call each other on their shit

They will absolutely go along with each others hijinks (like s3 Jonathan might have hesitated but he drove them to Mrs. Driscolls' and I FULLY believe if he had been in Hawkins he would've been getaway driver an Pennhurst)

BATTLE COUPLE BATTLE COUPLE BATTLE COUPLE

"Free my man he did all of it but I don't care" gf & "free my girl she did all of that + I helped her" bf

Golden retriever boyfriend & black cat girlfriend (fight me on this but canonically she yells at him about the pep talks)

"Most gorgeous big brown eyes you've ever seen + staring into your soul"

She wants to be a journalist and he wants to be a photographer???? hello???? compatible careers?????

MATCHING FUCKING SCARS (HOW DID I GET THIS FAR DOWN THE LIST WITHOUT MENTIONING THAT)

Jonathan would rather be miserable than watch Nancy throw her dreams away (like go off King but also get some therapy)

Have I mentioned that they're hot? Like have y'all scene them in the cemetery scene they're serving???

... What if she just doesn't let him go? *muffled sobbing*

I think they have broken the most laws out of anyone one in the show which isn't amazing per se but it is very:

BONNIE AND CYLDE VARIANT/ PARTNERS IN CRIME/ ALEXA PLAY I FOUGHT THE LAW BY THE CLASH.

peace by taylor swift coded

they got married in 3x08 fight me

THEY GAVE US MATCHMAKER MURRAY NEVER FORGET THAT

I feel like they can be themselves around each other you know? like it gets back into the expectations thing they're very natural around each other. Jonathan isn't awkwardly stumbling his way through conversation. Nancy isn't buying tops she thinks he might like. They love each other for their authentic selves (I'm gonna go cry again)

[greatwise]

Why Aziraphale chose Heaven over Crowley: An Essay

TLDR: Crowley broke Aziraphale’s heart before Aziraphale broke Crowley’s. He was so upset he got lost in the moment and made the wrong decision.

Aziraphale accepted the offer from Metatron because he knows that his ethics would be pure and that anything he would do to restore Heaven would be for the greater good - for every being in the universe. It was never as simple as choosing between Crowley or Heaven.

The archangels are corrupted with racism and classism - sure Aziraphale is too, but he is one of the only angels (now barr Gabriel) who has first hand experience with demons and what they can be, which is a far cry from the rest of them. That’s why he would be a perfect candidate for Supreme Archangel. He has seen heaven at its best, and at its worse, simply by knowing Crowley.

When Aziraphale is sat with Metatron, he suggests Michael as Supreme Archangel because he doesn’t see himself really as a part of Heaven’s politics anymore, as long as he is able to live the simple life that he has had since the they stopped Armageddon. And then Metatron suggests him. And he’s so taken aback because he never expected to be a backbencher in Heaven again, let alone third-in-command. So when he says he doesn’t want to go back to Heaven, it’s because he never expected to be invited. But he still holds the commandments of Heaven in high regard, and let’s be honest, we all have something that we do because an authority figure said so when you were a kid that you still hold onto. So he is still tied to Heaven, like a human priest.

All things considered, however, he could never have imagined to have been handed Supreme Archangel. By God’s second in command no less. He’s so unsure of the choice until Metatron mentions Crowley.

His Achilles Heel.

When Metatron suggests Aziraphale could have Crowley by his side - someone he KNOWS believes and trusts in him, someone that has been a comfort for the last 6000, and could be there to comfort him into unknown territory - everything makes sense. And the one person he loves the most could be as happy as he was before the beginning, a happiness that he possibly helped to end? How can he resist?

Aziraphale knows all he wants to do is restore tranquility in Heaven in the most peaceful way possible, no corruption, no funny business with Hell. He has just had the most incredible, tight-knit, romantic four years of his existence with the being who adores him most. What is there to loose?

Everything, actually.

When he faces Crowley and Crowley says “tell me you said no”, it isn’t a betrayal to Aziraphale. It’s the one person he though trusted, respected and supported him the most shattering his confidence in a heartbeat. He feels he lost Crowley.

Then the situation gets out of control and he struggles to pick up the pieces throughout their argument because he was prepared for it to go pear shaped. Their romantic confession and first kiss (?) with Crowley ended up being fuelled by pain and heartbreak when he had been imagining it for at least the last 80 years as something out of a Jane Austen novel.

When Metatron returns, we see Aziraphale try to make a last ditch effort to get out of the situation all together - saying he can’t leave the bookshop. But Metatron, whatever game he is playing, obviously has a plan. He tries to interrupt and stop himself but the pain that Crowley doesn’t believe in him stops him from being able to rationalise their arguement. And right in front of him is The Metatron, capital T, capital M, saying that he is worthy.

Alexa, play You’re Loosing Me by Taylor Swift.

[na-dineee]

Hey @myheartalivewrites, thanks for tagging. 😍☺️🤝 This is my first tag here on tumblr and I'm actually just a silent reader trying to satisfy my rwrb addiction. Hyperfixation going strong over here !! 🙈😭 Is there any prospect of improvement?  However, quick and easy, here are my answers.

Last film: Well, apart from the shooting/war/action films or the obligatory Bud Spencer ones that my boyfriend watches while I try to read in peace next to him or the Paw Patrol movie that I watched with my daughter... 🙈😂 The last two films I watched were "Leave the world behind" - strange - and "Saltburn" - didn't shock me, but captivated me in a weird way.

Last song: Whenever I ask Alexa to play some music for me, all she ever does is providing me with Taylor Swift. 🤗 So, there is that and I certainly won't complain about that. Also, I love some good 80s playlists. 💃

Currently reading: There is Heartstopper 5 waiting to be read since the middle of December 🥰🥰, and I also started "Mama's boy" by Dustin Lance Black recently.

Currently watching: I lost track of "The marvelous Mrs. Maisel" somewhere in season 3, but I totally intend to dive back in one day. I started "Surviving Summer" a while back, because it is set in Australia, involves a lot of beach life and surfing and I enjoy the Australian accent so much. 😍😍🇦🇺 Also, "Young Royals". 🥰

Currently consuming: Way too much rwrb fanfiction 🫣🫠, too much ice cream and diet coke. I'm also thinking about buying that one pair of Doc Martens, but I assume I have to be an responsible adult for one and rather invest that money into a new mattress (in hope that my back gets better). 🥲

Currently craving: Another cup of coffee, some quiet time for myself! ☕️🧘‍♀️

OMG tags! Probably no one will read this anyway and everyone I “know” here has already been tagged. Therefore, if you are reading this and haven't been tagged yet and would like to join in, feel free to do so. No pressure!! 😘

[nelsonmurdockpaged]

alexa play peace by taylor swift

You're a hero. Welcome home.

DAREDEVIL

[daniclaytcn]

eddie really saved buck by literally giving him a child...buck was really saved by the purest love of all - the love of a child, huh...

[shxyo-sho]

AHAHA my step mom just asked if I was mad at her,, bitch I haven't liked you ever since we met ten years ago, what do you think??

[bettysupremacy]

OH EM GEE what about sirius who absolutely loves rock music with a gf WHO LOVES TAYLOR SWIFT ans she’d be doing his makeup or something making him look like a rocker while listening to lover OR HE COMES HOME SO CONFUSED TO WHY SHES CRYING AND ITS JUST LIKE FOKLORE OR SOMETHING PLS 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

THIS IS AN ADORBS IDEA, I actually cry to folklore a lot so this request was a little too close to home. Thank you for it!! ily

“I’m home!” Sirius yells into the dark home, dropping his keys to the counter. “Lovely!”

It’s a late night. Later than most, and he feels terribly guilty for it. Held up at the studio, he comes quick with an apology. He hates getting home late, you know this. They needed re-records, they made us restart 50 times, my darling.

He cracks the bedroom door open, slowly and quietly, wary that you may be pulled under sleep already. But you’re awake. And sad.

You lay, surrounded by blankets and pillows, tears in your pretty eyes. They run down blotchy cheeks, staining the tender skin there. Your chest aches with the lyrics, rising in staggered hiccups.

“Oh, my darling,” he rushes to the bed, his bag dropping to the floor messily. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, sitting up abashed. “S’nothing.”

“I’ve walked in on you crying like you’ve seen a murder and it’s nothing?” His hands come to your face, his eyes searching for your own. “Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

You pause, the emotions catching up again.

“Siri.” You sob, and he fears the worst. He takes you into his arms, dread rampant through his mind.

“I’m here.” He leaves a lingering kiss to your hair.

“Would you love me if I could never give you peace?”

He reels back, your arms in his rough hands as he searches for your face. “What?”

“Would you love me if I could never give you peace?”

“What kind of question is that?” He appalls. “Of course I would, you are my peace, dovey. What’s upsetting you? You haven’t been reading those online articles again have you?”

You hiccup. “This song is just so sad.”

“Oh, oh, darling I thought you’d been hurt.” He breathes, relieved. “No family members are dead? My fans are behaving normal?”

You nod, letting him take you into his arms again.

“His faithless loves the only hoax she believes in.” Your eyes water again, the hiccups re-starting.

“Don’t do that to yourself.”

His hand works over your leg, patient with the tears that don’t seem to stop. His chest throbs with something close to this is the most adorable thing I’ve ever walked in on.

“It’s so sad.”

‘It’s just a song’ Is on the tip of his tongue, but he decided against it. He knows music, better than most. He knows the emotions it can rip from you. “Maybe we shouldn’t listen to it in a dark room, hmm?”

You sniff, letting him bring his sleeve over his thumb to wipe at the tears you blink. “Maybe.”

“I don’t like to see my girl like this.” His head shakes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, me and Taylor are about to have some words.”

You laugh, watery, watching him revel in the sweetness of it. His eyes crinkle in love.

You tune into the song playing softly in the background again.

“No other sadness in the world would do, Siri.”

“I’m gonna throw a pillow at your head, Alexa,” He snaps at your echo dot. “Stop.”

You laugh, falling back into the wet pillows. “Don’t silence her.”

He lays on top of you. “She’s depressing me.” He pauses, before adding. “I’m having Lily email her.”

“Stop.” You giggle.

[seitmai]

"Yeah, but my nephew will think it's funny, and that's almost enough motivation for me to do it."

Molly and Everett's bond is just so amazing🥰 I laughed so hard at the Disney World part 😅

Then Bob noticed the ridiculous grin on Everett's face where he sat perched on Bradley's lap. "I got a new dad. I'm getting my very own cousin, and even an Uncle Bob!" "You're living your best life, my man," Molly told him. "It's like you planned this all out."

Maybe he did plan it all out? 🤔 Alexa play Mastermind by Taylor Swift

"I'll be with you the whole time," he whispered, kissing her cheek. He was over prepared. He knew that. But he'd been sending Molly around everywhere with her hospital bag which he had packed for her, and it was currently tucked behind the driver's seat. She was as ready as she was going to be whether she wanted to admit it or not. 

🥹🥹🥹

It was serene. Peaceful. Really one of the loveliest things Bob had ever seen. And he was currently interrupting it by pushing Molly through as she moaned the f-word so loud and so long that nearly everyone was turning to look. 

This is just so Molly, I wouldn't expect anything less haha

"I hope you're happy, Bob," she growled, eyes flashing. "Your monster cock did this to me. Lulled me into a false sense of sexual bliss. And then your filthy mega sperm took over, and finished the job."

Hahahaha I can't 😂😂😂 the hospital staff and therefore Molly's co-workers next to them like: 🧍‍♂️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍

Bob would never pressure her to have another child with him. He hadn't really expected to get this lucky in life, let alone feel bold enough to hope for anything more. But that little gap gave him butterflies. Charlie was the sweetest baby in the world, and Bob was obsessed with being a dad. It was his favorite thing. And he wouldn't hesitate to list the condo and find a bigger place if Molly wanted to do this all over again. "You just let me know."

😭🥰😭🥰

I can't believe this is over 😭

Thank you so much for this series, since it started it became quickly one of my favorite series on here ever 🫶🏻👏🏻 and I'm still madly in love with Bob AND Molly lol

The Curveball Part 13 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Molly didn't think life with Bob could get any better. Then their son arrives, and she's proven wrong yet again. She doesn't know what the future holds, but she knows that she wants her family with her for every adventure. And that starts with a trip down a grassy path through some wildflowers.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 3900 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

Check my masterlist for more! The Curveball masterlist

Thank you to @mak-32 and @teacupsandtopgun for the beautiful banners!

With the number of times Bob had to field the question, "So how did you and Molly get engaged?" you would have thought he could answer it by now without blushing. But he couldn't. Not even close. 

The only ones who knew what really happened were Nat, Bradley and Molly's sister. Nat kept calling Molly 'a goddamn legend'. Bradley cringed. And Molly's sister just said, "Yeah, that tracks."

But Molly kept those pretty Mrs. Floyd nipple piercings in for him, and he loved her even more for it. Her belly had gotten so big by Valentine's Day, he didn't know how she'd make it all the way to her due date in another four weeks. She looked absolutely exhausted after every shift in the emergency room, and more often than not, she ended up falling asleep on the couch with him after dinner while they watched a murder documentary. 

"Mo," he whispered on Friday night after she fell asleep mostly on top of him on the couch, his big hand splayed over her belly. His son was squirming a bit as he stroked her soft skin. She was incredible. His Molly. They hadn't decided exactly when they were going to get married, but she kept talking about wildflower meadows. So he agreed to wait until the summer, after the baby was born. 

He had to whisper her name a few times before she jolted awake. "Hmm?" she moaned. "Bobby, I was in the middle of a delicious nap." He kissed her lips when she pouted at him. 

"Let's get in bed, Honey," he said softly, pulling her shirt down over her belly. "We have to babysit Ev tomorrow so your sister and Bradley can go out for Valentine's Day."

She smirked at him. "They like to do dirty shit in the Bronco."

Bob just shrugged. "We do dirty stuff in my truck all the time."

She moaned softly as she said, "We sure do, Lieutenant Floyd." Bob's eyes slowly closed as Molly's hand skimmed down his abs and into the waistband on his underwear. "Dirty stuff everywhere. Anything my fiancé wants."

Bob grunted as her small hand wrapped around his cock, and her lips grazed his stubbled jaw. He was getting harder as she stroked him slowly, tongue darting out to taste his neck. "Molly," he moaned, bucking up into her hand as she teased his tip. But she just hummed against him as she jerked him off. And then her hand slowly came to a stop until she was just softly cupping his balls.

And then he heard her soft, even breathing next to his ear, and Bob couldn't help but laugh. She actually fell asleep while she was giving him a handjob. Bob thought for a moment that maybe a less secure man would be insulted, and maybe that's what Molly was used to in the past, but he knew she was beyond tired right now. 

He kissed her forehead and gently eased her hand back out from his underwear. "It's bedtime," he whispered, and she jolted awake again.

"No," she said, shaking her head and trying to reach for his cock. 

"Yes," he replied with a chuckle as he slid out from under her without being too rough with her bump. "Come on, and I'll rub your back until you fall asleep in bed."

"Mmkay," she agreed, bleary eyed as Bob led her to their bedroom. He helped her get undressed, kneeling in front of her and placing some gentle kisses to her belly like he did every night. 

"I love you," he whispered as Molly ran her fingers through his hair. The nightly conversations with his son were something he was definitely going to keep doing after the baby was born. "I can't wait to meet you. We just finished getting your nursery ready. I hope you like baseball, because your Uncle Bradley and I went a little nuts in there."

"That's an understatement," Molly whispered. "They went flipping bananas."

Bob cupped her pretty belly with both of his hands and smiled. "Mommy's right. We did go overboard."

He watched Molly yawn before she said, "It's okay. Everett and Piper will teach him all about baseball." And then she kept yawning, so Bob got her settled into bed with a pillow tucked against her belly. He set his glasses on the nightstand and turned off the lamp. And then he climbed in behind her as the big spoon and kissed the engagement ring she was wearing. 

"You wanna talk about baby names?" he asked, rubbing his hand along her side, because he knew it would make her sleepy.

"I only like a handful of names," she replied, and Bob could hear the pout in her voice even though the room was dark. 

"Come on, Mo. Literally anything except Everett. Your sister will never forgive you."

"Yeah, but my nephew will think it's funny, and that's almost enough motivation for me to do it."

Bob groaned. "What's your second favorite name?"

It took Molly a few moments, but eventually she said, "I want to name him after you."

"Robert Junior?" he said, already shaking his head. "RJ?" He didn't like it at all.

"No. Your middle name. We can call him Charlie," she mumbled, obviously dozing off.

Now Bob smiled as he kissed his sleeping fiancee on the shoulder. "Charlie Floyd."

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Since it wasn't a leap year, Molly knew Bob wasn't really getting a birthday. "Still only eight years old," she told him on February twenty eighth. She was straddling his lap on the couch, but her belly was fucking enormous now and always in the way. He didn't seem to mind though as he gently held her and cradled her and the baby. She kissed down his cheek until she got to his lips. "You look terrible for your age."

Bob burst out laughing. "Thanks, Honey. Hoping the kid gets your genetics."

"Call him by his name," she whispered. 

"Charlie," Bob said with a smile. There was no room left for Charlie to move around too much, but he always seemed to know when Bob was nearby. He was currently squirming so much, Molly was getting heartburn. 

"He just wants his daddy all the time," she said, running her hands slowly over Bob's chest. "I want his daddy all the time, too."

"Yeah?" Bob asked cautiously. It was really difficult to fuck now. Molly was always uncomfortable. But she knew Bob was never going to rush her. So they spent about five minutes getting her propped up on the couch with throw pillows.

"This is a lot of work for you to get some birthday sex, Bobby," she crooned as his erection bumped her repeatedly in the leg while he made sure she was comfortable. 

"It's worth it," he replied as he sank into her warm pussy.

"Oh, yeah... definitely worth it," she agreed, rocking back gently to meet his slow thrusts. It was unhurried and perfect, and Bob's big hands wrapped around to her belly made her feel safe. 

But later that evening, she knew she had to do something she really didn't want to do. "Bob, it's time," she said solemnly as she stood with her jewelry box in both hands. 

"I understand," he whispered, taking it from her and sitting down on their bed. He sighed sadly and watched her pull her shirt over her head followed by her sports bra. And then the pretty Mrs. Floyd piercings had to come out. She almost laughed at the sad look on his face as she put them in her jewelry box and closed the lid.

"They'll be back. I promise."

"I know," he whispered, kissing along both of her breasts and nuzzling her with his nose. She felt like she looked all swollen and misshapen, but he didn't seem to mind as he kissed her everywhere.

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"You can't be serious right now," Molly groaned the following night as she nibbled on some pizza. Everyone was out for Bob's fake birthday at the usual restaurant. "You're going to Disney World? Without me?!" she asked Everett.

Bob tried not to laugh as his soon to be nephew looked genuinely upset. "Mom, can we bring Aunt Molly with us?" he whispered.

But Molly just laughed and kissed him. "No, this vacation is for you and your parents. Besides, the baby will be too young this summer. I'll come next time."

"How much longer until the baby comes?" Everett asked her looking at her belly hopefully. "This is taking forever."

"Hopefully just a few more days," Bob supplied, offering Molly more pizza. But she hadn't even finished one slice yet, just sipping some apple juice instead. 

"No," she told him. "I don't feel great today."

Then Bob noticed the ridiculous grin on Everett's face where he sat perched on Bradley's lap. "I got a new dad. I'm getting my very own cousin, and even an Uncle Bob!"

"You're living your best life, my man," Molly told him. "It's like you planned this all out."

But she really didn't look comfortable at all, and Bob knew she was struggling with fatigue now. So he kissed her cheek, insisted on paying for dinner, and started to herd everyone outside. As soon as he opened the passenger side door of his truck and tried to help her in, she started shaking her head. 

"I'm going to throw up," she insisted and started heading for some of the shrubs along the side of the parking lot. "Oh. Oh no."

But she didn't throw up. Her water broke. Bob froze as Molly turned to look at him as she started crying. "I just peed," she whispered.

Then his adrenaline kicked in fully, and he closed the distance to her. "Honey, I think your water broke," he said gently, and she gasped, panic all over her face.

"No," she said, shaking her head more. "I'm not ready."

"I don't think we have much choice," he told her carefully as he guided her back to the truck. Her sister had already left with Bradley and Everett, so he would have to call them once they got to the hospital. But he needed to focus on this first, because Molly was starting to lose it.

"I can't do this. I can't!" she nearly screamed, fighting him as he tried to get her into the truck. Her pink leggings were all wet, and she was scrambling in every direction seemingly at the same time. "I don't want to," she informed him, eyes wide and unsure. 

"I'll be with you the whole time," he whispered, kissing her cheek. He was over prepared. He knew that. But he'd been sending Molly around everywhere with her hospital bag which he had packed for her, and it was currently tucked behind the driver's seat. She was as ready as she was going to be whether she wanted to admit it or not. 

Once he was finally pulling out of the parking lot with Molly successfully buckled in, Bob felt the panic as well, but he tried to keep his cool. Then suddenly Molly clutched at her belly and loudly groaned, "Shit."

"What?!"

"Is that a contraction?" she asked, gripping at the door handle. "Shit! Fucking hurts!"

When they finally got to the hospital, things had gotten worse. He took her in through the emergency room since that was where she worked. Everyone ran out to watch Bob wheel her inside in a wheelchair. She was gripping the arms and looking back up at him like he was absolutely ruining her day by bringing her here. 

"Molly's here!" one of her coworkers yelled.

Molly responded by crying and shouting, "Fuck!" But nobody seemed to think this was unexpected. They just helped Bob along to the elevator and opened all of the necessary doors to get her to the labor and delivery area.

"Thanks," he told them as another nurse let him know he could take Molly into room two. There were new mothers and nurses pushing bassinets around. It was serene. Peaceful. Really one of the loveliest things Bob had ever seen. And he was currently interrupting it by pushing Molly through as she moaned the f-word so loud and so long that nearly everyone was turning to look. 

"It's okay, Honey," he promised as he got her into room number two. 

"No, Bob!" she shouted. "It is fucking not okay! I feel like I pissed myself. I look like I pissed myself. And Charlie fucking hates me, because it hurts so much!"

She was doubled over, holding her belly. The pain on her face as she had a contraction made Bob reach for her instantly. A tear slid down her cheek, and she whimpered. And then the obscenities flowed. 

Bob tried to apologize to all of the nurses as Molly called them 'fucking assfucks', but they didn't seem to mind at all. He did however close the door as her contractions got closer together.

Hours later, after he had called his mom and Molly's sister and told them what was going on, Bob was exhausted. But he knew Molly was much worse off in that department. She was soaked with sweat and was currently glaring at him. 

"I hope you're happy, Bob," she growled, eyes flashing. "Your monster cock did this to me. Lulled me into a false sense of sexual bliss. And then your filthy mega sperm took over, and finished the job."

She looked like she wanted to hurt him, and he had to try very hard not to laugh as he held her hand. "I'm sorry, Mo. I'll never do it again," he promised.

Then she started crying. "You'll never fuck me again?"

"That's not what I meant!" he said quickly, but she was already in tears. And she said the word 'cuntbag' so many times in a row while she pushed that he lost count. 

"I see the baby," the doctor finally announced after what seemed like days. 

"Get it out! Get it fucking out!" Molly screamed, and Bob felt like screaming too. She had such a tight grip on his fingers, he was sure she cracked some bones. 

But when she looked at him, clearly scared, he kissed her sweaty forehead and told her he had never been more impressed by anyone in his entire life. And it was the truth. She looked like she was on the verge of passing out when the doctor announced that it was in fact a boy and gave the time of birth. After Charlie was measured and weighed, one of the nurses placed him in Molly's arms. 

"I don't know what to do," she whispered, carefully holding him against her chest with one arm and stroking his cheek with her fingers. "I don't know what to do." But her gaze was transfixed on their son, and her lips were softly parted in wonder. Bob could already tell that Charlie was the perfect baby. Little puckered lips and eyes that were fighting to stay open against the bright overhead lights. 

"Oh my god," Bob whispered, leaning down to kiss his son. "Molly. He's actually perfect."

Her fingers stroked along his soft skin while Bob held onto one tiny fist. "He actually is."

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The only problem with the next few months was that they flew by. All of Bob's aviator friends had covered the pickup truck in yellow and black BABY ON BOARD signs the day they took Charlie home from the hospital. Molly thought it was hilarious, but Bob grumbled as he removed all of them. 

To Molly's extreme annoyance, Charlie seemed to prefer Bradley over all of their other visitors. Everett was overjoyed every time he got to sit with the baby, and her sister was already helping Molly with literally everything under the sun. But it was Bradley who was able to calm Charlie down and get him to fall asleep on his chest. 

"I'm the baby whisperer," he informed everyone every time he had the opportunity. 

"You're Uncle Turd," Molly told him, but Bradley just smiled at her. She couldn't be too mean, because she needed his help. He was the one who was supposed to be distracting Bob for an entire day while Molly got her wedding gift for him finished. 

She wasn't sure what the two men were going to do after the batting cages, but Molly didn't really care. She had approximately seven hours from the time she dropped Charlie off with her sister to the time she had to be back home. The wedding was in a week, the bodice of her dress was sheer lace, and she wanted the tattoo to be perfect. 

After she told her tattoo artist the exact placement she wanted and the colors to use, she sat back in the chair in her bra with her arm over her head. Molly looked down at the stretch marks on her still puffy belly. Instead of talking to Charlie there every night, Bob sat in the nursery for fifteen minutes and chatted while he rocked him to sleep. And then he did any number of sweet or dirty things to her before they fell asleep together for a few precious hours until the baby woke them up. 

But Bob never once made her feel like her weird looking belly was an issue for him. And when she brought it up one night with tears threatening behind her eyes, he told her she was more beautiful than anything he could have ever dreamed up. And Bob never lied. 

"All finished," the artist said, wiping along her skin with a towel one last time and handing her a mirror. 

A big, bold violet. A beautiful, blooming daffodil. And even a small pink rosebud. Bob, Charlie and Bradley. "Looks great."

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As soon as Molly showed Bob her tattoo, he wrapped her up in his arms. "Gorgeous, Honey," he said, kissing her before examining it a little closer. He ran his fingers along the colorful carnations that were there for her mom and dad, and when he got to the daffodil that she got for Charlier, his fingers froze. There was a small gap between his flower and their son's flower, and when he looked up at Molly she was smiling. "Is it finished now?" he asked cautiously. 

She just shrugged. "I'm not sure yet."

Bob would never pressure her to have another child with him. He hadn't really expected to get this lucky in life, let alone feel bold enough to hope for anything more. But that little gap gave him butterflies. Charlie was the sweetest baby in the world, and Bob was obsessed with being a dad. It was his favorite thing. And he wouldn't hesitate to list the condo and find a bigger place if Molly wanted to do this all over again. "You just let me know."

"I will, Coach Cute Daddy."

Bob held her close, knowing they needed to get ready for bed soon. Charlie was still notorious for waking them up at three in the morning to eat, even though he was four months old. Molly kept saying he would probably grow out of it soon, but Bob figured his son loved them so much, he wanted them in the nursery with him. 

"Are you ready for Saturday?" he asked, taking his glasses off as Molly climbed into bed.

"Are you asking if I'm ready for the dream wedding that I've spent months planning out? Then yes, I'm ready. All you have to do is show up with the baby, agree to marry me, kiss me, and fuck me. Not all in the wildflower meadow."

Bob kissed along her shoulder as she fell asleep. Molly made him laugh more than he ever had before. And Charlie made him smile more than he ever had before. And by Saturday evening, he'd be married. 

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"I can't believe my wild child of a baby sister is getting married today."

Molly sighed contentedly and said, "To Bob Floyd. The sweet, shy man of my dreams."

Her sister laughed and added, "I don't think Bob was planning on anything like you happening to him."

Molly scoffed as she picked up her bouquet made entirely of gas station flowers. "Anything like me? You mean getting his world rocked and having a kid after being together less than a year? He's lucky."

"He is," she agreed, kissing Molly's cheek. "Now please explain to me why you are getting married with these cheap flowers when there's literally an entire meadow of multicolored poppies and zinnias growing outside?"

Molly pressed her nose to them. "Because Bob picked them up for me last night, and they're my favorite. The other flowers can learn some respect."

"If you say so," she replied, taking Molly by the hand. "As soon as I can give you away, you are one hundred percent Bob's problem." But she was holding tight to Molly's hand, and it sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

Molly walked outside with her sister and started down the grassy path toward the spot where Bob was holding Charlie in the distance. "I will never stop being your problem. And Bradley's problem by proximity."

"Good," her sister whispered, and Molly smiled at her as she cried a little bit. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

And then they walked toward the setting sun past the most beautiful shades of orange, green and yellow Molly could imagine. And it probably wasn't like other weddings, but the best ones weren't. 

They stopped so Molly could give hugs and kisses to Bob's parents and the rest of his family. And they stopped so she could get a kiss on the forehead from Bradley. "Love you, turd," she whispered. 

"Hey," he said in his raspy voice as she kissed Everett. "You owe me forever for agreeing to coach tee ball with Bob."

"And you owe me forever for letting you marry my sister," she replied easily.

He just nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. We're square."

Molly was laughing as she handed her gas station flowers off to Nat with a hug, and then she was standing in front of Bob and Charlie. 

"Hey, Honey," Bob whispered as she took Charlie from his hands so she could hold him for a bit while he napped. She kissed his soft chubby cheek, and his eyes fluttered open before closing again. 

Then she met Bob's greenish blue eyes, and he was looking at her like that very first day at tee ball, over a year ago. Like he couldn't believe she was giving him the time of day. She took a step closer to him, and said, "Hey, Coach Cute Glasses. Did you remember your allergy pills?"

"A double dose," he promised. "You ready to marry me?"

"Yes."

Molly held Charlie, and Bob wrapped his strong arm around her waist as they turned toward the sunset. The wedding was short, led by John who married her sister and Bradley last September. And as Molly closed her eyes and kissed Bob at the end of the ceremony, the warmth of the summer evening and the scent of wildflowers washed over her. 

The soft nudge of Bob's glasses against her cheek and the way he helped cradle Charlie had Molly leaning in for another kiss. Maybe it would be just the three of them, maybe not. But Molly wanted to take her family on every adventure with her.

"I love you, Cowboy Bob."

Bob smiled and kissed her softly before pressing his lip to Charlie's forehead. "I love you both."

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Ahhhh! Thanks for joining Molly, Bob and CHARLIE on this little adventure! I'm sure they will have so many more together. You can always peep more details about them if you read Batting Practice (and maybe some future one-shots)! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing.

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[daisybianca]

helloe helloe ! m not sure if your asks are open, if theyre not you can totally just ignore/delete this 🫶🏻

im just going through fernando brainrot like how he’d be if he were jealous if someone else were to make you laugh a little bit too loud or a person getting too close and flirty with you (obv the reader has to be oblivious to the flirty antics for the increased spice of jealous!fernando) but i can just envision him getting so smug when he shows everyone that only he can charm you the way he does 🛐

pairing: fernando alonso x femalereader

summary: seeing you flirting with another man sends a pang of jealousy through fernando's heart, but he knows you belong to him

warnings: jealousy

(a/n): I don't know why this took me so long, sorry. Anyway, Alexa, play any Taylor Swift song

FERNANDO ALONSO is a man known for his charming, charismatic nature, and it's no surprise that he has a certain air of possessiveness about him when it comes to the people he cares about.

As he watches you interact with others, he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy when he sees someone else making you laugh a little bit too loud or flirting with you a little too heavily.

"My love," he says, taking your hand and leading you away from the crowd. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

You nod, grinning up at him. "I am now," you say, feeling a flutter in your heart as he smiles down at you.

But it's not long before the flirting begins again, and Fernando can't help but feel an intense jealousy boiling up inside him like a volcanic eruption.

As he watches you laugh and lean into another person, he feels a sense of possessiveness rising within him like a wave breaking over a cliff. You belong to him, and he's not going to let anyone else encroach on what's rightfully his.

So he steps up his game, flirting with you in a way that only he can, with wit and charm that he's honed over the years. Like a snake charmer twisting a cobra into a hypnotized dance, he wields his words with grace and precision, leaving you hypnotized in his presence. And it works.

You feel a sense of excitement and anticipation that you haven't felt in a long time, and you can't help but be drawn to him like a moth to the flame.

As the night comes to a close, Fernando takes your hand and leads you away from the crowded room. "You're mine," he says, a smug glint in his eye. "And no one else is going to charm you the way I do." The sound of your heart skipping a beat is the only response he needs.

Pulling you closer again, his lips capture your own in a series of gentle kisses that leave you feeling breathless and completely at peace in his arms.

Fernando Alonso may be one of the world's greatest Formula One drivers, but in this moment, he's something more to you.

He's your protector, your confidant, your soulmate.

He's the one who's been there for you through it all, through the good times and the bad.

He's the one who knows all your secrets, all your hopes and dreams, and who still loves you unconditionally.

He's the one who makes you feel alive, who makes you feel like you can conquer anything, no matter how difficult it may be.

And despite everything that you've been through, he still manages to make you feel safe, secure, and loved.

He's the one who makes you feel whole, and who makes your heart skip a beat just by looking at you.

He's the one who makes you feel like you're the most special person in the world, even when you know that you're not.

"Just know that I'm always here to protect you. Nobody's ever gonna hurt or bother you, not as long as I'm around. Okay?" He brushes his lips against your temple after you have offered him an understanding nod.

And as you head home together, hand in hand, Fernando feels a sense of satisfaction. He's shown everyone that you're his, and no one else is going to steal you away from him. You belong to him, and he'll always be there to make sure that no one else gets too close.

[withlovegvf]

watch you bloom | Danny Wagner

dad!danny x reader

summary: your son Titus gets caught doing something in his room and it leads to a heartfelt conversation with his loving parents

yns pov

As I am making dinner, Danny and I's kids Titus, Remi, and Ian come in from school. Titus is 16 and drives everyone to a from school. Remi is 13, she's in eighth, and Ian is in fourth. "Mom I got an A on that civil war essay." Titus tells me giving me a kiss on the cheek as a greet. I nod in approval and give him a hug. "Hi Mrs. Wagner." Titus's best friend Ben says hello. He comes over almost everyday after school when they both aren't working so I wasn't surprised he was here. "Hey Ben! Everyone I went to Costco and get a ton of snacks so eat up. Ben i'm making tacos for dinner and you are more than welcome to join us."

Ben nods, going through the pantry with all the other kids. "Okay Mrs. Wagner I'll text my mom and ask." The boys head upstairs and Ian goes to watch tv in the living room. Remi sits at the kitchen counter. "Alexa play Taylor Swift radio please." Remi gives me a small smile for turning off my music. I giggle and continue cooking dinner. "Mom you know that eighth grade formal dance we bought a dress for? Conner V. asked me to go with him. Can I?" I look up from the cutting board. "I'm sure that's fine. I'll tell your dad cause I know you don't want to." She lets out a big sigh.

"Oh thank you mom." I laugh "Also how many Conners are in your class you have to give him a last letter?" Remi thinks for a second. "Em last count was three i think." I laugh again and Remi gets up heading to her room, probably to tell Conner V. she can go with him. As I'm finishing dinner it is now 6:30 and just on time Danny walks in from his studio day.

"Hey baby." Danny places a kiss on my head with a hand on my hip. "Hey! How was work and the boys?" I tilt my head onto his chest. "Oh everything was fine. We worked out the kinks for a few songs on the new album so all good!" I nod resting on his chest for a moment of peace.

Ian comes in from the living to greet Danny. He gives him a big hug. "Hey buddy how was school?" Danny asks ruffling his hand through his curls. "I was good. Ms. Parker said we have career day at school next Friday. Could you come and speak to the class. And maybe bring your guitar because that would be really cool." We laugh and Danny nods.

"Of course I can bud. Not a problem." I say, "Okay Ian go wash up for dinner. Pookie can you go tell Remi and Titus it's time for dinner. I think Ben is eating with us too." Danny nods and heads upstairs to get them. Upstairs I hear, "Remi girl, Titus, Ben, dinner is served." After a second I hear Titus scream, "Dad get out!!" a few seconds later Remi walks downstairs with a surprised and sad look on her face. "Rem what happened?" Remi shook her head like she wouldn't tell me and headed to the table.

Danny came down a few seconds later and I gave him a questioning look. "Um well I walk in on Titus and Ben doing....um....sexual activities." My jaw drops and I cover my mouth. Soon after Ben is coming downstairs. "Um my mom actually needs me home so I'm gonna go. Thank you anyways Mr.&Mrs. Wagner." Ben starts speed walking out but Danny says, "Hey ben, You're welcome back anytime just leave the door open next time." I give Ben a sympathetic nod agreeing with Danny. Ben's facial expression relaxes.

"Thank you guys. I told him he had nothing to be scared of. You guys are the coolest." Ben walks out and we say our goodbyes. I look over at Danny, "You see, we're still cool." He giggles and smiles, but then remembers how Titus must be feeling upstairs. I walk over to him and put my arms around his waist. "How about I have Rem and Ian start eating and we can go talk to Titus?" Danny sighs and nods.

Once I have the kids settles eating downstairs, we head up to Titus's room. I hold Danny's hand as we stand together outside of his room. I turn to look at Danny, "D, did we do something that made him think he couldn't tell us? I thought we were doing a good job." Danny tsked and lifts my head to look in his eyes. "Baby this has nothing to do with us. It's all about his feelings and anxieties around the subject. I promise." I nod and we turn to look at the door. "Okay I'm ready when you are." Danny finally knocks on the door softly.

"Please go away. I don't wanna talk about it dad." my heart hurts for him feeling this way. I start to say. "T we need to talk. No one is in trouble and we aren't mad. We just wanna talk baby. Please open up and let us come in." After about thirty seconds Titus comes to the door and slowly pulls it open. His face is red and puffy from crying.

Without thinking the mama bear in me takes over and I pull him into a bone crushing hug. "Oh baby don't cry. We love more than we could ever express." Titus let's his tears flow and hold me close to him. Danny wraps his bigger frame around our smaller ones and holds us in his arm. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I knew it would be okay I just wasn't ready. Please understand why I didn't say anything." We release from our hug and Danny begins to speak as he leads Titus to his bed so we could sit down.

"T we totally understand. We want you to know whoever you love or want to be will always be fine with us. Your mother and I want our beautiful baby boy to be happy whatever that means for him. The only thing we're sorry about is that it didn't happen on your terms." Titus smile and brushes Danny off.

"It's not your fault. Usually Ben and I hear you or mom but I guess we got a little carried away." We all laugh and I pull him into another hug. "Oh baby I love you so much. But so help me god if I catch you partaking in sexual ventures in my house while family is here ..." Titus swallows hard. "Yes ma'am, only when alone got it" We all have a laugh at what he said.

"Okay, go eat dinner with Rem and Ian. Leave your mother and I for a bit." Titus nods and heads downstairs to eat dinner. Danny scoots closer to me. "Ugh I'm glad that's over. We did well with our kids huh baby?" I nod and lay my head on Danny's shoulder. "Yeah we did. Oh by the way, Remi is going to the eighth grade formal with a boy named Conner" Danny pulls away from me and my head drops from his shoulder. He shouts,

"What the Fuck!?!?"

.....

And poof another post done! Send me anonymous messages with ideas and who knows maybe I'll be inspired by one!

-withlovegvf

[risarchives]

the avior x starlight and elliot x sunshine parallels are very concerning, now that i think of it. alexa play exile by taylor swift and bon iver

• avior and starlight wanting normality and being denied it / elliot and sunshine wanting happy and peaceful scenarios and being denied it (… both by blake somehow. hello. scorpius please be good.)

• avior and elliot arranging a sky of stars with just their magic for their beloveds AND stargazing together.

• … need i say more?

• starlight and sunshine both being forms (names?) that are emitted by cosmic sources of light and luster (and both of them being connected to some sort of higher power ???? = sunshine with a deathwalker & starlight with the meridian)

• avior and elliot embodying protectiveness especially when it concerns their partners (and both of them somehow... failing to protect starlight and sunshine, even after everything)

• the memory modification discussion (although it hasn't happened to eli.... hopefully not)

• stars. dreams. traps. mazes. death. magic.

the balance series features only brachium, elliot, and sunshine as its major characters (not avior and starlight). although that said, a balance can be achieved when two things are in some sense of equality. eli and sunshine ending up just like starlight and avior would actually give another definition to the series’ title, balance, even though starlight and avior belong outside that series. all the already-canon facts aside, i’m quite certain the balance series and avior and starlight would end up being connected, seeing as the parallels and the related narrative elements are right there. let's just hope both couples end up in good places after all of this.