#bisexual relationship

[hellomynameisbisexual]

Part 1

[nonscathingbullets]

Odd Man In (Part 3)

Maverick x Iceman x Reader

⚠️Warnings: Sexual themes... that's it, I think⚠️

(Next chapter will probably be smut, so tread carefully.)

You had been spending the day scrubbing the dirt off of the floor in the living room. How they managed to track it inside nearly every day was beyond you. You had half a mind to make them take care of it when they came home, but you knew they both trained hard, and so here you were, cleaning their mess.

Normally, you would only have to worry about Tom tracking his filthy shoes inside, but lately, Maverick was over more so than usual. You didn't really mind. In fact, you enjoyed his company and his silly attempts to court you under the watchful eye of your boyfriend. The two of them seemed to be getting along swimmingly. Ice had taken Mav out a couple of times, just the two of them. Sometimes, you'd catch them both snuggling on the couch and watching a movie. You'd smile wide, and your heart would jump when you saw Maverick asleep in Ice's arms as you would bring them both a blanket from yours and Ice's bedroom.

"I'm home!" Ice called, stepping through the door, letting his bag fall from his shoulder and onto the hardwood. You lept up excitedly, dropping the scrub brush into the bucket of suds and practically skipping over to Tom.

"Welcome home," you squealed, hugging him tight and burying your face in his chest inhaling his scent. He chuckled at your reaction as he wrapped his arms around you and placed a firm kiss on the top of your head.

"Why are you cleaning so late in the day, sweets?" He questioned, eyeing the bucket of soapy water in the middle of the living room floor.

"Because somebody doesn't take their boots off by the front door like they're supposed to... well, two somebodies," you laughed, tapping his chest with your index and middle finger. "...I meant to clean it yesterday, but I honestly didn't realize how bad it had gotten," you admitted sheepishly. Ice absentmindedly played with the end of a piece of your hair while looking around the room.

"Mav not home yet?" He inquired simply, twisting the strand around his finger. You shook your head.

"No... he said something about grabbing dinner and bringing it over..." Your face got hot as you spoke, "... Ice d-do you think he's starting to like me?" You asked nervously. Ice laughed as he stroked your cheek tenderly.

"Baby, he's been head over heels for you ever since the night I kissed him for the first time," he confessed.

So there the three of you were. Mav on your left, Ice on your right, and you in the middle. You had to admit, it was awful comfy in between them as you sat on the couch while the TV played.

"Here, have some pizza," Pete offered, shoving a slice up to your mouth. You froze, studying the sausage pizza with hesitation.

"Mav, cut it out. You know she doesn't like sausage on pizza," Ice pointed out, forcing Maverick to lower his arm. You gave Pete an apologetic look.

"No. I didn't know that," he argued back at Ice.

"Yes, you did. Our first date was literally at a pizza place, Maverick. We both wanted sausage, and she was adamant about hating it, so we got half sausage, half jalapeño," Ice explained, slightly irritated. Maverick pondered for a moment before responding.

"Nope... doesn't ring a bell," he stated flatly.

"You're an idiot," Ice hissed. "You can't even remember something so simple about Y/N, and you wanna be a part of this relationship?" Your heart stopped in your chest as you looked at the both of them worriedly. Maverick practically lept off of the couch as he gave Ice a cold stare.

"Are you serious right now? I'm an idiot because I couldn't remember she didn't like sausage on her pizza?" He all but yelled.

"Stop. Stop. Stop," you begged, placing a hand on Ice's chest. "Please... we were having such a nice night. Ice... he's fine, okay? He just forgot. It happens." Ice slumped backward on the couch with a huff. You placed a chaste but loving kiss on his lips, causing him to relax slightly. Maverick slipped in between the two of you, taking Ice's face in his hands.

"Ice, I'm sorry. I know... you're right. I really wanna make this work, babe," he murmured, bringing his lips to Ice's in a slow, meaningful kiss. Ice snaked his arms around Maverick's waist, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. You sighed inwardly with relief. The last thing you wanted was drama, especially since this was brand new to all three of you. He pulled away after a few seconds and smiled.

"No... I'm sorry. I got a little crazy. I just love her and you so much. I want you to see her the way I do. You have to be attentive," Ice said softly. Pete nodded understandingly while Ice rubbed his hips. You came up behind him and grabbed at his arms gently. Ice released his waist, allowing him to turn and face you. You looked up at him sweetly, the light from the TV making his eyes sparkle in the darkness of the living room as they stared down at you.

"Attentive, you say..." Mav whispered back, continuing to look down at you. You brought both of your hands up to his shirt, clutching onto the fabric in an attempt to gain even more of his attention. "What is it, sweetheart?" He asked quietly.

"Kiss me," you commanded softly, your plump lips puckering upward at him suggestively. He took a second to peek over at Tom, who gave him a firm nod, letting him know he was okay to continue. Mav leaned down, capturing your lips with his as he wrapped one arm around your middle, pulling you flush with his body. Your hands roamed his chest needily, and he took it as a sign to go a little further, hooking his arms under your legs and hoisting you up and over into Ice's lap. Ice grabbed onto you, holding you securely as Mav moved his lips from yours to Ice's in one swift motion. They kissed for a bit while Ice's hands moved from your stomach to your breasts, earning a sharp gasp from you. Before you had time to think, Ice's mouth was nipping behind your ear, causing you to yelp. You maneuvered yourself out of the way, offering Mav to take your spot in Ice's lap. He happily obliged, hooking his legs around Ice, tangling his fingers in his platinum hair as Ice took his lips greedily. You were happy to watch, as Ice made short work of slipping Maverick's clothes off. Excitement made your body quiver as you knew the three of you were in for a long night.

The light from the windows danced down onto the bed and drifted onto the lids of your eyes, stirring you from your deep slumber. A small groan escaped your lips as you rolled over and sat upright. You looked over to you right, seeing Mav and Ice snuggled up together, the cover thrown lazily over the both of them as gentle snores erupted from their chests. A warmth spread through your heart as you slipped out of bed and made your way into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. You hummed to yourself as you danced around the kitchen, making breakfast. You weren't very savvy when it came to cooking, so you toasted up some eggos and cut up some fruit to accompany the frozen waffles. You remembered that neither of the men had to go anywhere that day, and the prospect of getting to spend the whole twenty-four hours with the both of them had you reeling with excitement.

The supermarket was bustling with people eager to procure their groceries for the week, and you were no exception.

"Tom, we need chicken breasts for that recipe, not thighs," you argued. He put back the pack of thighs while Maverick slipped by to grab the correct pack before placing it in the cart.

"Says the woman who can't cook for shit," he quippied with a smirk. You shook your head with a grumble, going over to the ground beef, looking for a pack that would feed the three of you.

"Damn. That was pretty harsh," Mav pointed out, coming up behind you.

"Yeah? Well, you haven't tasted her food," Ice responded, grabbing more chicken. "That's why I do all the cooking around here. So we don't end up in the hospital." Ice pushed the cart over towards the frozen section while Mav hung back with you.

"That bad, huh?" He inquired, looking down at you with a goofy smile. You chuckled at his question, taking his hand, fiddling with his fingers as you spoke.

"It's not great," you confessed, looking down at your feet. "Unless you want charcoal stir fry, I'd listen to Tom." He laughed, kissing the top of your head gently as he guided you back towards Ice. As you all continued your shopping, you studied the pair of them. It made you smile when they both shared a longing look and laugh when they would bicker over which snacks to get. Everything felt right. You never would imagine yourself being here, with two wonderful men, both of whom cared for you in ways you would have never dreamed possible. Ice continued on his rant about your tortuous cooking, even offering up the story of the shepard's pie that he maintains would, in fact, kill the shepard it was so named after.

"I never knew carrots could turn that color," he stated with a hearty laugh. Maverick laughed along with him as he began placing the groceries up on the belt for the cashier. You pushed Ice playfully as you grumbled softly at his insults to your culinary ventures. He patted your arms gently. You shook your head with a small smile as you began placing the bagged groceries into the cart. You knew it had to be a bit rough for the both of them being out together and not being able to show PDA the same way they do with you. It probably already looked odd to the people around when the both of them doted on you or shared a kiss or hug with you. This thought made you anxious to get back home, where you knew you three could just be together anyway you wanted. Mav noticed you were on edge as you all headed towards the car, and he came up behind you, lifting you up in the air and swinging you around. You let out a surprised squeak, flailing your legs.

"Maverick!! What are you doing!?" You shrieked, wiggling around in his hold. Ice parked the cart by the trunk of the car and made his way over to the both of you.

"Hey, quit fooling around and help with the groceries!" He instructed, causing Pete to place your feet on the ground gently.

"Oh, you're no fun," he replied in a huff, following Ice to the trunk. Ice smirked at him, giving him a quick wink.

"That's not true, and you know it," his deep voice reminded. Maverick shivered involuntarily as he remembered last night, heat rising to his cheeks. The memory of what took place in your bedroom came flooding back into your mind as well. You swallowed the lump in your throat and concentrated on loading everything in the car. You felt Ice's chest press against your back and his hot breath against your ear as he whispered. "Don't you dare think that was all there was either sweets. It was just the beginning," his rough voice nearly growled, making you shudder against him. Now you were anxious to get home for a completely different reason.

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[ruthwritesalot]

What's My Age Again? Chapter 21

PART 2: Chapter 21

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CW: alcohol abuse

I'm not sure if the never have I ever scene is an accurate depiction of a very close friend group or just horribly cringe

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Alex's POV

I rang the doorbell. Immediately, I could hear some stumbling and a “oh fuck” before Riley managed to open the door. “Alex!” they squealed, giving me a bear hug that made me almost drop the two-dollar wine bottle I’d brought.

I was ushered inside, past the kitchen where Riley’s roommate was making pancakes at eight pm for some reason, to Riley’s bedroom. Aaliyah and Billie were already there, their own half-empty bottle between them.

“Oh, goodie, you brought more wine,” Billie said as I walked over.

I leaned down to kiss Aaliyah, then gave Billie a hug. “Yup.” I set it down in front of her, and she picked it up while frowning. “What, it’s not good enough for you?” I teased.

“It’s fine,” she said. “I was just thinking that we should make Aaliyah the designated alcohol buyer. She’s the only one who gets the expensive stuff.”

We all laughed as I joined them on the carpet. “You want some?” Aaliyah asked, already getting a cup for me.

My heart thumped faster. “Um, sure,” I said.

She gave me a sideways glance. “You don’t have to, you know. You can still back out.”

“No, it’s fine,” I told her. “Tonight is about me learning to be less uptight.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

Riley clapped their hands. “Oh my god, Alex’s first drink in, what was it again? Four years?” I nodded. “I think we should hold hands for this,” they said, stretching out their arms to Billie and Aaliyah.

“Jesus, it’s not that big of a deal,” I said, but I smiled as I took my first sip before immediately pulling a face. “Ugh.”

They all started cracking up. “Just wait til you do your first tequila shot,” Riley said.

Aaliyah didn’t look too happy about that. “Yeah, or here’s a crazy idea: You could not get blackout drunk right on your first night trying alcohol again.”

“Chill, it was a joke,” Riley said.

“I’m just saying,” Aaliyah said. “We don’t even have to go to the club if you don’t want to.”

My ears burned as she looked at me. “Aaliyah…” I said softly. I hoped she’d get what I was trying to say with my eyes, because I really didn’t want to do this in front of our friends.

She tilted her head a little. “What? I’m just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, but like-“ Oh god. I looked at the others. Riley at least had the decency to pretend to be overly interested in the label on Aaliyah’s wine bottle. Billie, on the other hand, was watching us like we were her favorite soap opera. “I’m, like, an adult,” I murmured uncomfortably. “And you’re not my mom.”

“I-“ Aaliyah swallowed, then locked eyes with Billie. “Shut up.”

Billie raised her hands. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You know what you did,” Aaliyah said in an annoyed tone, but she still leaned her head against Billie’s shoulder and let Billie put an arm around her waist. I smiled as they fell against the bed together.

“Let’s play a drinking game,” Billie suggested. “Never Have I Ever or something.”

Aaliyah groaned. “I hate Never Have I Ever. We know each other too well for it to be fun.”

“Come on, just one round,” Billie said.

“Fine,” Aaliyah agreed. “Who wants to start?”

“Oooh, me!” Riley raised their hand. “Never have I ever gotten up to go to the bathroom during a quiet period in a seminar and farted really loudly on my way out, then instead of pretending like it didn’t happen awkwardly said sorry to the entire room and left without coming back, texting my friend to bring my bag with them because I couldn’t handle it.” Aaliyah and Billie had started looking confused halfway through their monologue, then giggled when Riley looked pointedly at me.

“Dude, I fucking hate you,” I said as I took a small sip. I thought the taste might be better now that I knew what to expect, but I still had trouble choking it down.

“That was the tiniest sip I’ve ever seen,” Riley said.

“This stuff is disgusting, okay?” I shot back. “Leave me alone.”

They laughed. “Whatever. Your turn.”

I thought for a bit. “Never have I ever…” I suddenly remembered something and grinned. “Confidently said that Columbus arrived in America in the 1800s in front of an entire class.”

Riley’s smile slipped. “That’s not fair. You still remember that?”

“I think everyone still remembers that,” I informed them apologetically.

“Hang on,” Aaliyah said from her spot leaning against Billie. “What? Can I have more information?”

“It was my first semester, and I was nervous!” Riley defended themselves in a whiny voice. “We were talking about globalization, and I got things mixed up.”

Aaliyah burst out laughing. It made me relax knowing she was having a good time. “Didn’t you do AP history?”

“Well, yeah, but… leave me alone.” Riley took a long sip from their cup to avoid our gazes. “See Alex? That’s how it’s done.”

“Did you drink like that before you went to class?” Billie teased, laughing even harder when Riley gave her a middle finger. “Is it my turn now?”

“Yeah,” Aaliyah said.

“Okay. Never have I ever, um, had sex in a place where you wouldn’t normally have sex.”

“What counts as normally?” I asked.

Billie raised an eyebrow. “A bed. Your apartment.”

“Okay, yeah, no.”

“You sure?” Billie asked.

“Yes,” I said, looking at Aaliyah for confirmation.

“He’s telling the truth,” she said. “We’re pretty boring.” We locked eyes, amusement twinkling between us. I hoped it meant we were okay.

“I’m not,” Riley said and took a gulp.

“Where?” Aaliyah asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” they said.

“Come on, you can’t just not tell us,” Billie argued. “Alex promises he won’t use it against you. Don’t you, Alex?”

I shrugged, taking another sip of wine. “If they don’t use my embarrassing moments against me.”

Billie gave me a dirty look as Riley laughed. “Okay, I’ll trade you the location for an embarrassing fact,” they suggested to her.

“Deal,” she agreed.

Riley regarded her as if deciding if she truly meant it, then said, “The bathroom in the library basement. You know, the one that’s only one stall?”

I didn’t know what I’d been expecting. “On campus?” I exclaimed. “Does that bathroom even get cleaned?”

“Of course it does!” they said incredulously.

“I’m just saying, no one ever goes there,” I said.

“Yeah, which is why it’s a perfect place for hooking up,” they pointed out.

We were all unconvinced. “With who?” Billie asked. “Didn’t it smell bad?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I could get turned on down there,” Aaliyah added.

Riley rolled their eyes. “It wasn’t that bad. And it wasn’t, like, full on. It was just oral.”

I watched Billie’s and Aaliyah’s expressions as they deliberated on this information. Without context, you’d think someone had just gifted them a private audience with Joe Rogan. “So you…” Billie paused as if debating whether to say the words out loud. “Got on your knees? On that floor?”

“I-“ Riley opened their mouth to say something but didn’t finish. “What’s your embarrassing thing?”

“Oh, right,” Billie said, still seemingly mystified by Riley’s dating habits. “Um, the first time I ever masturbated wasn’t because I was horny, it was because I couldn’t get my diva cup in and didn’t know where to buy lube.”

“I mean, that’s a very problem-oriented approach,” Aaliyah said. “It’s actually kind of smart.”

Billie grinned. “Thank you!”

“Oh, so I get shamed for my thing, but Billie gets praised?” Riley said, clearly affronted. “That’s not fair. Say another thing.”

Billie shrugged. “It’s not my fault your thing was so weird everything else seems tame in comparison.”

Riley bit their lip. “I want you guys to know… it was one time, okay? I don’t do that on a regular basis.”

“I honestly wouldn’t give that much of a shit if you did,” I said, taking another drink. I was about halfway through the cup, and I was starting to get the tiniest of floaty feelings.

“I don’t, though,” Riley said. “Guys! You have to believe me.”

“We believe you,” Aaliyah said, giggling. “I promise.”

“Yeah,” Billie agreed.

Riley looked from her to me. “I do!” I promised them. “Really.” I wasn’t lying, the whole conversation was just so absurd I had trouble keeping a straight face.

Riley still seemed on edge, but let us move on. “Aaliyah, your turn.”

After a few more rounds, the floaty feeling started to become disorienting. “This is weird,” I said, looking down at my blurry cup. “I forgot how weird this feels.”

“Good weird or bad weird?” Aaliyah asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” I said. “Give me a minute.”

Half an hour later, I was feeling nothing but happy and bubbly. I could see why people liked this. Riley and Billie had decided to take shots, and Aaliyah crawled over to me as Billie sat up. Nothing seemed to matter as I put my arm around her. Was this a life hack for dealing with my feelings?

“You okay?” I asked her in a low voice, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She leaned into it. “Yeah.”

“We can go home if you don’t want to go to the club,” I said.

“No, I want to,” she said.

“You sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

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“Are you having fun yet?” Aaliyah teased from our corner of the club.

“A little bit,” I told her.

“But you don’t want to join them?” she questioned, motioning to Billie and Riley, who were having the time of their lives on the dance floor. Billie moved flawlessly, as if the air bent to her body’s will, and Riley definitely had a lot of enthusiasm.

I shook my head. “No. Do you?”

“Definitely not,” she agreed.

Unfortunately, they had noticed us looking at them and motioned for us to come over. When we refused, they came to us.

“Don’t you guys want to get up for at least one song?” Billie asked. “You paid ten dollars to get into this place.” Aaliyah and I shared a look. “You’re realizing I have a point, aren’t you? Come on, I’ll buy you shots.”

We reluctantly let ourselves be dragged from our comfy seats to the rickety bar stools. Billie yelled something at the bartender, then handed us shot glasses filled with a clear liquid.

“Is this tequila or vodka?” I yelled to Billie.

Maybe she couldn’t understand me. “Just drink it!” she yelled.

I poured it down my throat as smoothly as I could, but I still got stuck with a decent amount of the aftertaste. It had been vodka. I made a face as I handed the glass back.

Before I could blink, Billie had grabbed Aaliyah’s hand and kidnapped her into a dance. Even wasted, it was clear they were professionals. A few people around them stopped to watch, which I knew Aaliyah hated more than anything. She did a good job of pretending she didn’t mind, though. Maybe she truly didn’t, with all the alcohol. It seemed to have a way of getting rid of anxiety.

Riley reached out a hand questioningly and I took it, following them. The shots did help me loosen up, and before I knew it, I was actually enjoying myself. Maybe clubs just weren’t meant for being sober. On a whim, I decided to get completely wasted. If there was ever a time to try, it had to be now, right? By my third shot, the room was spinning a little. By my fifth, my arms were moving through the space around me as if they were born for it. Why didn’t I do this all the time?

“Do you want to go get some fresh air?” Riley asked at some point.

I followed them, sort of confused. The second we were out on the street, away from the music and the lights, I fully realized how far gone I was. Then, I tripped over a rock. Riley caught me.

“You’re such a gentleperson,” I noted.

Riley started cracking up. “Jesus, Alex. I can’t believe we gave you one shot and you took it as a sign to enter your frat boy era.”

I frowned. I wanted to argue, but I felt it might be wiser to announce, “I need to throw up.”

We found a tree, and Riley held my hand while I puked my guts out. Usually in situations like this, our roles were reversed. I didn’t like this new perspective one bit.

“Do you want to lie down and look at the stars?” I asked when I was done.

I thought it was a cute idea, but Riley wrinkled their nose. “It’s snowing.”

I didn’t understand the problem. “So? We’ll dry.”

Riley groaned. “Alex.”

“What?” I asked.

They sighed. “How about we go to that bench? We can look at the stars from there.”

I would have preferred lying down, but friendships were all about compromise. Our asses ended up wet from the bench, anyway. “It’s crazy how big the sky is,” I said, looking up in wonder. It must be amazing in places without light pollution.

Riley leaned their head on my shoulder. “Are you having an existential crisis?”

“I don’t know,” I replied honestly.

“That’s okay.”

There was silence, then I admitted, “I think I might be developing a drinking problem.”

“Alex, you got drunk once,” Riley reminded me. “You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but it kind of scares me how much easier it made everything,” I tried to explain. “Like if I have a drink, I can just enjoy the party like a normal person.”

“I think I get it,” Riley said. “Maybe next time you feel that way, tell one of us? Then we can help you.”

I smiled at the suggestion. “Thanks.”

“Did anything happen in particular?” they inquired.

I shrugged. “I mean, I had a panic attack a few days ago.”

“What happened?”

I opened and closed my fists a few times. “I don’t know. I realized Jamie’s the same age as I was when we moved out, and it really tripped me up.”

“Because you’re realizing how young you were?” Riley offered.

“Yeah, I guess. And how young I am now. But I don’t feel young. I barely got to parties or do normal college kid stuff.”

“Parties are overrated.”

“That’s not the point.”

“I know,” they said softly. We stared at the stars a little while longer. “Maybe you can do more things now that Jamie’s older,” Riley suggested. “He’s not a little kid anymore. He’s probably throwing his own party right now.”

I chuckled. “I doubt it. And maybe, but it won’t be the same. It’ll never be. I feel like I lost a part of myself.”

Riley watched me wipe away a tear, then hugged me. “I’m sorry.”

We didn’t same much else. Eventually the others came looking for us.

“Are you guys okay?” Billie asked.

“Alex threw up, but he’s fine now,” Riley explained.

“I still think I want to go home, though,” I said. “I can get an Uber if you guys want to head somewhere else.”

They looked at each other, then Aaliyah said, “Nah, I’m tired, too. Let’s go.”

We said our goodbyes to Billie and Riley, who went back in the club, and were left alone on the bench.

I turned to her. “I’m gonna ask you something, and you’re gonna think it’s a drunk question, but it’s not.”

She laughed. “Okay?”

“Do you want to move in together?” It came out pretty smoothly, probably because I’d practiced it in my head so many times.

I watched her consider it. “Like, with you and Jamie?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

“What does he think about it?” she asked.

Shit. “I haven’t actually asked him yet,” I admitted. “But he loves you.”

She frowned. “How much have you actually thought this through?”

“A lot!” I defended myself indignantly. “I just forgot I hadn’t asked him yet.”

She gave me an amused look, which bothered me, because I was trying to be serious. “Are you sure this isn’t a drunk question?”

“The timing might be, but I swear the question isn’t,” I promised.

She thought for a while. “I’m not shutting you down, but I want to talk about this when you’re sober. And talk to Jamie.”

That seemed reasonable. “Okay. Sorry, I know you didn’t want me to get wasted.”

She shrugged. “It’s okay, you’re kind of cute like this. And you’re the one who has to deal with the hangover tomorrow.”

I groaned. “Are they as bad as everyone says?”

“Worse,” she promised, leaning in to peck my lips. They were just as cold as mine. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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[all-i-see-thesedays]

My girlfriend randomly brought my mom Starbucks Coffee today because she’s been having some rough days recently. She’s one of the good one folks. I’m gonna marry this girl I swear.

[muttgirl]

The fact theres no symbol for bi x bi relationships feels criminal

[itsdontaskstuff]

Super funny how some people think my bisexuality would be an issue in a relationship. Like, full offense, but if I’m in a relationship with you it’s because I am FULLY ATTRACTED TO YOU so it doesn’t matter that I could be attracted to anybody else.

[justanotherbrokenbutterfly-blog1]

I LIKE THIS MEME.

[fxck-my-existence]

As you can see I hate selfies, but I most definitely love the girl in front of me. Can't believe she's moved in with me and my family, and trying so hard to become part of it. Can't believe she sat by me through my A&E appointments and held my hand when I was in pain, then proceeded to look after me while I was healing. Can't believe she helps me through my decisions, good and the bad, even if she doesn't necessarily agree with them. Most of all I can't believe she's mine. Through all the drama, the upsets, the people that tore us apart, we are drawn back to each other. Even fate can't hold us apart. I just want her to know I love her and appreciate her unconditionally and I still stand by our promise. I will keep her happy until the day she dies, though I know she deserves so much more. Thank you for all that you do. You are simply amazing. There's an entire universe inside you that I have only just began exploring and I would gladly get lost in the void of it forever.