#and jands of course

[ruinix]

I miss Quinny content so bad. The lil post game Quinnterviews where he’s all out of breath and sweaty AND HIS HAIR IS EVERYWHERE OH GODDD.

I just wanna kiss his helmet mark and suck his cock.

I’m re watching them from this last season and I’m just in awe of how well spoken he is in front of the cameras (like the good boy he is) but I just know he’s got the filthiest mouth on him outside of it. (God now I’m thinking of his mouth. I need help)

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK. I AM HORNY AND NEED TO BE LOCKED UP (Preferably by Quinn)

I miss his wet cat look 😭😭😭 his hair is always a paid actor. Falling down his temples/forehead ad he moved. His jawline is so perfrct. His neck. His hands when he rubs his face or comb through his hair. His helmet mark worries me but also yes, we must kiss it!! I miss him so much, lovely!!

He answers the interviews so well even if some questions are so dumb??? Well, when I finally understand the interview (after getting so distracted by his face and the sound of his voice, because I am notorious for just staring at him), i realize some are questions are infuriating??? But of course, only some.

I don't remember where I read it, I heard Quinny curses so much after games. (But maybe i am juat hallucinating this so don't take my word for it)

We always seem to need to be locked up. I sob. Let's hold jands in the jail cell, lovely.

[snifflesandsnzes]

hi! I'm the one who requested the sneeze bingo for dino and cheol! I'm so sorry, I only realized what you meant by prompt now :( if its not too much trouble, could you pick for them? pick the prompts from the cold board that you think match them the most?

No problem 😭😂! I could have done them all, but that would take a LOT of time lmao 😭. I hope you like this!! Enjoy~

Lee Chan:

1. Only sneezes in multiples when sick:

"Oh, Chan-ah, who did you even catch this from?" Seungkwan hums as he hands the younger a tissue. Chan glares at him with watery eyes, the action having no effect whatsoever. Seungkwan laughs lightly at that. "Ugh, I don't know, Seungkwan-ah! God, this cold is driving me crazy!" Chan says angrily before sighing softly. Chan sniffles again, causing his breath to catch. "hih'AktChiHhh!-" "Bless-" "Hold on, I'm not doneHh...hh'AktShuHh!- hh'AktChUhhH!- Ugh!" "Bless you! Don't you usually sneeze only once?" Seungkwan asks, patting Chan's back. Chan blinks the irritated tears out of his eyes. "Not when I'm sick."

2. Tries to hide it until he can't anymore:

"Chan-ah, are you sick?" Soonyoung asks as the performance unit takes a break. Chan tries to look as convincing as possible. "I'm fine, hyung! Seriously, I'm not sick." Soonyoung looks at Chan sceptically but doesn't say anything else. The more they practice, the more Soonyoung sees the signs of Chan being sick. The sluggish movements, the sniffles, the tiredness, and...the sneezing. "Hyung, could you wait a second...hih'AktChuHh!- hh'AktShuHh!-" Chan sneezes wetly into his arm, and Soonyoung exchanges a lot with Junhui. "Chan-ah, you're definitely sick. And don't even try to tell us otherwise. Just let us take you home, please." Chan stares at Soonyoung, looking conflicted before finally sighing. "Well, I tried my best to hide it from you guys."

Choi Seungcheol:

1. Doesn't want to be alone:

"Hyung, are you okay?" Jihoon calls from outside the recording studio. Seungcheol looks up at Jihoon. "I'm fine, Jihoon-ah. Don't worry." Jihoon gives Seungcheol a look before entering the recording studio. He walks up to Seungcheol and lightly places his hand on the older's forehead. "You have a fever, hyung. You need to rest." Seungcheol huffs out a breath, not meeting Jihoon's eyes. Jihoon sighs softly before placing his hand on Seungcheol's chin to make him look up. "What is it, Cheol?" Seungcheol clears his throat, trying to look away again, but Jihoon keeps his jand firmly on Seungcheol's chin. "Could...could you maybe stay with me? I don't wanna be alone..." Seungcheol says sheepishly, and Jihoon scoffs. "It took you this long to say that? Of course I'll stay with you, hyung. C'mon, let's get you home."

2. Turns into a big baby:

Seungcheol whines as Jeonghan moves away from him. "Stay with me, Jeonghan-ah!" Jeonghan huffs out an annoyed breath. "Cheol-ah, I have to go. I have my schedules, idiot." Seungcheol pouts, and Jeonghan sighs. So much for having schedules. "Can't you take a break today? We're not even close to comeback season." Jeonghan sighs again. "If you say so..." He gets into bed with Seungcheol again, cuddling close to him. After a while, when Jeonghan feels Seungcheol fall asleep, he smiles softly. "You're really a big baby, Cheol-ah." He whispers to Seungcheol.

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

TERRIBLE NEWS. TUMBLR HAS REMOVED MY ABILITY TO ADD POLLS TO REBLOGS???

anyways. i'm trying to decide where to put skizz and joel in the hermitcraft blaseball au.

skizz's team is already decided (he's on the lovers, duh). yes that's his team in the life series au too, it's not my fault he has a brand. i made these aus before secret life even started.

but joel is harder to decide so i'm giving the choice to you all, who i trust with joel opinions more than i trust myself.

i'll add my reasoning for the teams provided below the cut, alongside a list of all the other options, including which hermits are on which team if putting him on the same team as certain people matters to you.

tokyo lift: other hermits already on the team include stress and false, who i think he'd have a fun dynamic with. i'm pretty sure the lift had a cyberpunk theme, as does joel this season. if he's on the lift i can justify drawing him with a pink streak instead of a green one. i'm also feeding into his ego here and putting him on the strong team.

yellowstone magic: he would be teammates with zed here, and i just think they would be very funny together. i can also justify dying his hair pink here, though it's much more magenta. also i think shrek would've lived in yellowstone. idk it feels right.

kansas city breath mints: i think joel would fit in with them vibes-wise (which is to say i think he would fail the bar exam). but i mostly included the breath mints in the poll because he would be teammates with cleo and gem.

breckenridge jazz hands: it would be pretty funny to shove joel in a room full of band kids, theater kids, resident mean girl iskall eightyfive, and xisuma. just imagine it with me. however. know that if you vote for joel to be on the jands, he will be making a brief cameo in my pearl/netty/jimmy precog trio fic that i'm working on as jimmy's replacement on the jands when he dies. for flavor!

anyways, other options!

hades tigers: only hermit teammate would be exil x, which is inherently a little hilarious. anyways these guys live in hell- not really. but they ARE fireproof!

mexico city wild wings: would make him teammates with hypno. all i really knew about the wings was spicy milk (exactly what it sounds like) and the time they tried to sue the entire league so. keep those facts in mind.

chicago firefighters: would make him teammates with tango. and also he would be a firefighter now. like, the profession. blaze joel afterlife smp likers i feel like this would appeal to you somewhat.

atlantis georgias: would make him teammates with xb. if he ends up on the georgias i'm turning him into a sea creature of some kind, so vote for what creature that is if you vote for this option.

philly pies: no hermit teammates here. all i remember about the pies off the top of my head is that they won the first two seasons of blaseball and then proceeded to never win a championship again.

new york millennials: would make him teammates with mumbo. and also housemates, because all the millennials live in an infinite apartment together, which feels appropriate for magic mountain. i could also make him pink here. however putting him on the mills would require me to type millennials more often, which is a word i cannot ever spell. would you do that to me? (/j)

seattle garages: would make him teammates with joe. one large band. if joel joins the garages i will be making him play the drums, of course. also i'll need to decide which garages song(s) i think he wrote.

dallas steaks: would make him teammates with beef. i don't know if i trust joel at a grill enough for this but i also don't know if i don't trust him.

san fransisco lovers: would make him teammates with ren (team captain), skizz, and wels. wow you've found one of the hermit hot spots. anyways this would put him in a medieval-themed, team-wide polycule.

core mechanics: would make him teammates with doc and keralis. i do think this would be an extremely funny trio. these guys live in the core of the world and build cool robots and things.

hellmouth sunbeams: would make him teammates with impulse. the moab desert fell into a hellmouth in season 1, so all the beams are Weird now. joel joining the beams would also make him Weird.

houston spies: would make him teammates with pearl. netty and jimmy were also spies before they died but idk if that'll be relevant to joel idk when i'm inserting him into these teams. anyways top secret escapades on the spies. also they have a secret base on the moon.

miami dale: would make him teammates with scar. the dale are the party time capital of the world and were the last team to ever make the playoffs, qualifying for the first time in SEASON FIFTEEN OF TWENTY FOUR. they never won an internet series but that's less of an accomplishment.

la unlimited tacos: would make him teammates with grian. the tacos tried to do a strike against god one time (it didn't work out but i respect the commitment)

boston flowers: no hermit teammates here. this was my team when blaseball was running and it would make me happy to put a hermit on it but it doesn't feel right for joel unfortunately. i can be convinced, however.

ohio worms: would make him teammates with wormman (aka zedaph in a disguise) and be coached by tfc. the worms are worms. they're in the dirt. self explanatory.

hawai'i fridays: would make him teammates with bdubs. this is also esmp 1 joel's team in the empires au which isn't relevant but is a fun fact (esmp 2 joel is on the lovers). the fridays have a cool goddess and good vibes. except for that time they all died. don't worry they got better.

canada moist talkers: would make him teammates with etho. i don't know if joel could survive in the cold but maybe i'm wrong maybe he'd be fine. maybe he's withstand it just to stake his claim as #1 ethogirl.

charleston shoe thieves: would make him teammates with cub and jevin. would also (maybe) make him get cursed by god but don't worry about that part, worry about the thieves guild he's joining.

baltimore crabs: would make him teammates with helsknight only. also inherently hilarious. this is the divorcee zone also there's a long dead crab goddess in the chesapeake and if you join the crabs parts of your body will slowly turn into crab. we have fun in baltimore.

[justifiedmadness]

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[wishmaker-astra]

Yeah, I'm damn weird legal situation here. Legally I'm both a human and a pokemon. I don't identify as either, but, like, yeah. Technically I am owned! By myself! It's weird as shit thing for some stuff.

There are some forms where you need to fill out what pokemon you have for some things, and legally speaking, I'm supposed to put myself in the pokemon section too. Which of course is going to get people rejecting stuff and threatening to get me in trouble for pranking them and wasting time. It IS stupid on those forms too, so it IS a waste of time on one jand. On the other, if they take those seriously I need to pull up the paperwork showing I'm legally allowed to own something super dangerous and shit.

I'm almost, but not quite, two individuals in one as far as the law is concerned for some stuff. Granted, I don't have legal precedent here either, like your universe doesn't have them. I'm a weird one off, even if it is suspected there were the occasional rare hybrid at some point in pre-history.

[biqinsu]

i am very surprised that there isn't more su she / jin guangyao content

[fvllingflower]

Birthday

pairing: idol!wonwoo fem!reader

genre:smut with some fluff

warnings: cursing, petnames (love and baby), hickeys, boob play, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls use protection), softdom!wonwoo, aftercare

song recommendation: god damn by i.m

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"Happy birthday baby," Wonwoo smiled. You just walked into the shared apartment to see your fiancé making you dinner.

"Aw love you didn't have to," You smiled widely. He walked towards you to hold your waist and to kiss you passionately.

"Of course I have to, I love you very much," He kissed you once more.

"I love you too," You smiled.

He knew you didn't like big parties and staying home and chilling it what you liked best. Of course he still wanted to make you feel special. You sat down at the table and Wonwoo handed you your food.

"So how was your day?" He asked.

"Good, the office wished me happy birthday," You answered before eating your food.

"How was practice?" You asked as he sat down and ate with you.

"Good. The guys let me come home early for your birthday," He smiled.

Once he finished eating, he went into the bedroom and came back with a present. You looked at him and smiled.

"Wonwoo.. I told you, you don't have to get me anything, I'm lucky to have you," You smiled widely. He handed you the box and you opened it. You saw a silver necklace with a heart that in the middle had you and his birth stones.

"Love its beautiful," You looked at him.

"I'm glad you like it," He smiled and came over to you and kissed you.

That kiss would lead to more. You stood up and Wonwoo held your waist. You two continued to make out. He started kissing down your neck. His jands went to the buttons on your shirt and he started unbuttoning it, the more skin he revealed the more he'd kiss down on. Before you knew it he picked you up and now was carrying you into the bedroom.

He pulled your shirt off all the way once he stepped into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and crawled over you. He cupped your face and kissed you passionately.

"I love you," He smiled against your lips. You pulled him back into the kiss, smiling. You took his shirt off and he quickly went to your pants and getting you out of them. You decided to help him and you took off your bra and underwear and just laid there.

"You really are a goddess," He admired your body. He got up and took his sweats off and his glasses. He got between your legs. He kissed your knee and the side of your leg all the way up to your inner thigh. He flattened his tongue and licked a strip on your clit. He gripped your thighs to hold them apart as he continued to eat you up like your his last meal. Oh how his mouth was speciality of many things, one them he was showcasing to you right now. He continued sucking and licking you up like spilt drink. Your hands gripping his hair. He knew how to make you feel good and he was gonna work extra hard to make feel extra good. You noticed him looking up at you, him catching every reaction your face showed and seeing every moan release from your mouth. You started to the feel a euphoric haze take you over, and realized that you came without warning. Wonwoo didn't seem to care, he ate you up.

"So sweet," He kissed every bit of your skin. Moments like where he kisses every inch of you just makes you fall more in love with him. His lips finally rested against yours as you went back to making out, this time he started playing with your boobs. Between making out, he squeezed a bit too hard, making you moan into his mouth. His mouth now falling down your neck and he started sucking your skin, leaving a mark. He went to your boobs and started sucking on them like a hungry baby.

"Won please," You moaned.

"What do you want baby?" He looked into your eyes and smiled.

"Fuck me," You demanded.

"As you wish," He kissed you once more before getting up. He stripped off his underwear and lined himself up. You two moaning in harmony as he slid against your folds. He placed kisses against your boobs as he waited for you to adjust to his size. You tapped his arm as a signal to move. He slowly started thrusting into you and quickly started picking up the pace. He loved the sound of your voice, and the noise he was causing to release from you.

"That's it baby, be as loud as you want," He whispered. He continued thrusting hitting your spot over and over again making you moan loudly. You swear with how loud you ended up being, that the neighbors were gonna file a noise complaint. His eyes stayed glued on you, he just loved watching every bit of you. You finally felt the knot start to tighten as he continued to thrust. You released on him. He continued thrusting until he finished and rode through your highs. He pulled out and laid beside you. You two were trying to regain breath. He pulled your body closer to him and cuddled you.

"Happy birthday baby," He whispered and kissed your cheek.

"Thank you love," You smiled at him.

He sat up and went into the bathroom. You heard water rushing, assuming he started a bath. You sat up and held your arms out for him.

"Come on birthday girl, let's get you cleaned up," He smiled and carried you into the bathroom. He sat you down in the tub and he quickly sat behind you.

You swear with the warm bath and his embrace you could just fall asleep right there. He finished washing you and himself and got out of the bath. He carried you into the bedroom and handed you one of his shirts and some underwear to wear. You two finally got into bed and cuddled up and you just admired him and he noticed.

"You like the view?" He chuckled.

"Very much, it's very handsome," You smiled and kissed his shoulder.

"I love you Y/N," He smiled widely, you could see the admiration in his eyes.

"I love you too Wonwoo," You leaned in and kissed him softly. 

[natsglorifiedsimp]

Home before bedtime

A/n: Another mama nat to cure my mommy issues. This fic showed more of Wanda babysitting.

Summary: What happens when you woke up without your mom.

When you wake up, you're usually not grumpy. Being nurtured by Natasha Romanoff as a two-year-old instilled in you the correct manners to never cry and to ask for things politely. You're patient, and you'll never be the kid who sobs in public. In short, you're a well-behaved kid.

Today, however, is not one of those days. You were upset when you awoke. You couldn't tell if it was your dream or the fact that you weren't woken up by your mother. Nonetheless, you were in need of comfort.

Wanda approached you with the gentlest of movements. It was a gentle shaking of your shoulder, making sure she didn't startle you, but when you opened your eyes, you frowned, much to her dismay.

You were looking for Natasha, and this was not the redheaded woman that used to wake you up in the morning. This didn't go well with the way you were feeling earlier in the day.

Wanda panicked at the sight and scooped you up right away. Your lips quiver and pouted, and tears welled up in your eyes. She bounced you up and down on her hip to help you relax, but you squirmed in her grip and wailed even more.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" she inquired, alarmed. You're not one to cry, especially around your mother's friends, and Wanda thought she'd done something wrong when she saw you crying like this.

You whined, "I want mama."

"Well, mama's not here today, y/n," she cooed, but you cried in her arms, tears flowing down the younger redhead's shoulders.

You whined again, "I want mama."

"I know, honey," she soothed you, "she'll be back soon, I promise," but that didn't stop you from sobbing in her arms. Wanda promptly served you food in the hopes of calming your cranky mood.

Despite the breakfast Wanda made you, tears were still present in your eyes. When a cheerful girl like you cried, the tears didn't stop. And, of course, Wanda noticed. You finished your meal with no fuss, but when the dishes were put away, you remembered that Natasha wasn't with you.

You moaned again, on the edge of crying, "Mama."

"Yes, baby, I know," she said again, assuring you that she'd be home before night, but this was a poor choice of words because you despised having to wait until bedtime just to see your mother.

Wanda had to take you up once more because you were screaming at the top of your lungs. She despised your distress and was at a loss for what to do.

Wanda said, "How about we play?"

"NO! Mama!" you exclaim angrily.

"A bath then?" she inquired sheepishly of the two-year-old.

"I want mama" hiccups were now interspersed throughout your sobbing, and tears were streaming down your cheeks uncontrollably. You didn't care if your snot was all over your face. Wanda was never something you despised; in fact, you adored her, but your mother was exactly what you needed right now.

Despite your protests that you didn't want a bath, Wanda insisted on taking you there, and seeing the bathroom made you squirm out of her hold. Wanda felt compelled to bathe you in the hopes of calming you down and cleaning up your current state.

"OK, Y/N, settle down," she said, struggling to keep you still due to your obnoxious motions. Wanda firmly said, "Y/N! Calm down!" She forced you to pause and gaze into Wanda's eyes.

Wanda laughed at the fact that you had the same glare as your mother. "OK, I apologize for shouting, but y/n, you need to calm down. How about we call Mama?" she said.

Wanda took advantage of your gleaming at what she said by putting you in the bath tub. Wanda flipped through her phone, looking for Natasha's number. She pressed the call button and slid the phone between her shoulders and ears.

"Hey Nat," she said.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's OK, although Y/n awoke a little grouchy." She stared at you and melted at the way you made grabby jands for the phone.

"She wants to talk to you," Wanda said as she handed you the phone.

You whimpered, "Mama." Your grin had turned into a frown.

"Hey honey," Natasha continued, "I'm sorry I wasn't the one who woke you up."

"I want you to come home," you stated. Natasha smiled through the phone as she imagined your small pout.

"I'll be home before bedtime, sweetie," says Natasha.

You frowned and your lips quivered as a result. You sobbed as you delivered the phone to Wanda.

Wanda grumbled, "What did you do? I just soothed her down."

"I just said, 'I'll be home before bedtime,'" 

Wanda rolled her eyes and hung up the phone, saying, "Oh great."

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Wanda tried her hardest to distract you from the fact that Natasha wasn't home for the first half of the day, but you were smart and kept wailing. So Wanda has no alternative but to phone Nat and ask whether she can complete the mission quickly enough for you to wake up for your daily nap.

Your eyes were swollen and bloodshot. Your lashes are damp from crying, and your face is covered with tear tracks. When you were upset, you sucked your thumb out of habit. Wanda has a way of lulling you to sleep with rainbows and sunshine in your dreams.

Natasha made it home around 3 o'clock in the afternoon. 

"Thank God you are home," Wanda exclaimed, hugging the widow.

"Where is she?" Natasha asked.

"She's still sleeping," Wanda stated.

"Oh okay, thank you for your help, Wands. I'll take it from here. " Natasha said. "And I'm sorry for giving you a hard time."

"Oh, it's fine, Nat, as long as you don't let me babysit when she's cranky," Wanda joked as she walked out the door.

Natasha smiled at the younger redheads' antics and immediately made her way to your room. When she saw your state she tiptoed to your room and woke you up.

"Y/n, wake up," Natasha cooed.

You whined and buried your face in the pillow. 

"Honey," she said, brushing your hair out of your face. Half asleep, you remembered Natasha wasn't home yet, so another wave of tears welled in your eyes. Immediately, Nat caught up with you and scooped you into her arms.

"Baby, it's me. I'm home," she assured you, soothing your back. When you smelled her familiar scent, you shot up and looked at your mother properly.

You gasped and hugged the redhead tightly. "Your home?" you asked, muffled by the hug.

"Yes, I'm home," she assured you. "What happened, huh? Why did you wake up sad? " Natasha asked. Natasha knew you didn't wake up upset despite who woke you up, so seeing how distressed you were made her curious.

"You are not home, and I woke up thinking you were gone forever," you mumbled. Natasha melted at your revelation. "I'm home, babes, and I'm not going to leave you."

"Kiss?" you asked sheepishly.

Natasha grinned and kissed you. When you thought it was just that Natasha kissed you all over your face and gave your tummy a big blow, you burst out laughing.

"Mama, stop," you whined. 

Natasha immediately stopped and grinned at the sight of you.

"Now let's go play hide and seek."

You clung to Natasha the entire day, scared that she might vanish at any moment, and Nat, although having you everywhere, didn't complain and enjoyed how clinging you were despite you waiting for her to exit the bathroom.

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[wasabi-mommy]

Hi can I please ask for Itachi sfw nsfw? Thank you so much ❤️

Of course! What a soft lover he is. So I can't see any positive ending with if you were part of the clan, so let's make this when he's in the Akatsuki.

SFW

Itachi moves around a lot due to his being with the Akatuski, he had spotted you on a age he was scoping out for the criminal organization.

Your eyes met from across the street

Something inside him, swayed. So much so he brought his jand to his chest in almost disbelief(?)

Kisame nudged him and asked if he was okay. All Itachi could do was contemplate you and only you.

The strong urge to introduce himself Eventually overwhelmed him and he left Kisame at their camp site to "have a look around"

Specifically for you.

He found you at a bakery and softly offered to pay for your pastry

Eventually you fell for his almost sensual smooth and cunning personality.

Kisame found out about it and taunted Itachi for weeks. Itachi didn't care, he found a deep fondness.

On missions were he was in close call situations, he found himself thinking of you. Of the future and one day having a chance to be at peace with you by his side. He forgot about his duties, even about Sasuke and regretted not meeting you sooner.

When he made it out alive, he took time to find out what to say. It took days.

You saw him not so long after. You ended up with him in you apartment.

"Y/n, I find myself thinking of you and a life.. with you"

You were taken aback, and he gently cupped the side of your face and kissed you.

He agreed to try to stop by, he does. Ot want you traveling with the Akatuski.

He cherishes you.

Picnics and sunsets wine are perfect dates for the two of you.

He listens!! He loves you and listens to everything you tell him, he finds it amusing to catch up with your personal life.

PDA isn't really overwhelming he will hold your hand. Or embrace you in the corner of the market square- he does kiss you after he's been away.

Itachi is reluctant about telling you about his past and the Uchiha massacre...he is afraid you will see him as a monster. Not only that..he knows about his disease as well.

You accept him..after hours of him explaining, retelling what you said was a icing nightmare"

He trusts you with his life

Leavea you smalls gifts with little notes, or references to inside jokes made between the two of you.

He is an amazing cook. He loves to cook new things for you from scratch, you are always so thankful and impression by what ever he whips up.

If anyone tries to harm you or target you Itachi will be sure to protect you at any cost.

"I love you y/n"

Que the kissing. After hell look into your eyes with his Sharingan activated. He wants to remember you reactions.

Before he leaves to fight Sasuke (depending on if he told you.. )he would treat you like a queen and almost cling to you.

NSFW

Since he cherishes you so much, I sense he has a Few unspoken kinks, I mean this guy underneath is passionate.

First is body worship, since you've caught this man's heart, his eyes don't stray, leaving him thirsty for you body when he's around you.

Sex is meaningful, he fucks you because he loves you.

He will prop you rear end and spread you legs wide leaving your wetness and tight hole exposed.

Thats when he fucks your deep while switching holes if you let him..

And second is the infamous Uchiha breeding kink.

He wants to drill you and fill you with his hot warm cum, he won't say it to you but he thinks about un loaded over and over and over under your tightness is dripping his warm white seed.

Until then he will cum on your ass, sometimes or ask you to deep throat his cock.

8.5 hard

Lean cock thick girth and WAYS SHAVEN. (Its an anbu thing)

During sex you can hear him call you "love or princess"

The last time the two of you will see eachother, he shyly ask if he could cum inside you, maybe he can leave you with a little piece of himself (Uchiha breeding kink)

Totally has Sharingan activated during your intimate moments.

10/10

Lol I accidentally posted this last night, so I just edited it!

[zwowow]

em being starstruck the first time he mets kells in person

Em doesn’t know what the feeling is at first. 

He feels sort of dumb, kind of awed, all the way unsure of what to do about it. 

Machine Gun Kelly is slinking through the packed crowd in the club when Em first notices him. With his pink hoodie and those tight ass jeans he has on, Em can't stop noticing him until he’s led into a VIP section away from the one Em is in. He should stay away to keep from reigniting shit, but he has to see him.

Before he can decide it's a bad idea to chase him down, Em makes his way over to the area he saw Kelly go into. It's surprisingly easy to get in, the bouncers act like they don't know about the beef, or they've forgotten, or they just do give a fuck. Em barely needs to ask to be let in, and the red velvet rope separating him from Kelly is lifted easily.

He's only walked a few steps into the VIP section when he spots him. Kelly sits at a table already packed full with bottles, in a booth just as packed with his entire fucking entourage. The group is rowdy and having fun in that drunk, stupid way Em is only a few more years of sobriety away from forgetting.

That changes quickly when one by one the group notices him standing there, watching them. Conversation flickers out like candles in a wind storm. All at once.

Em doesn't know what the say. He hadn't been planning to see Machine Gun Kelly tonight, or ever. But faced with him, and his pretty, stupid face, Em can't think of a single thing to say that isn't bullshit of some sort. The bass of the music the club plays vibrates through the room, the only thing that keeping them from a true silence.

“I like you’re new stuff.” He offers as an olive branch to Kelly where he sits in the middle of the table. The compliment is the only sincere thing he can come up with. 

Kelly takes it with a smirk, “Thanks.” 

“I just came over here to let you know that we’re good now, man. No more bad blood.” Truthfully, there hasn’t been bad blood on Em’s side for at least a year. Only hot blood, coursing through his veins at a mile a minute every time he hears about Machine Gun Kelly or sees a picture of his face. 

“I’ve been over it, but aight.” Kelly reaches a hand up to run through his bleached bangs, and Em is reminded of exactly why they beefed in the first place. The kid is a cocky piece of shit.

The people at the table tut out small laughs. Em burns with shame. He doesn't know why he's here. He wanted to talk possibly, but there's no way the guy could untangle himself from everyone else in the booth to go somewhere else with him. Em doesn't know if he would even if he could.

Em clears his throat, "We good then, Kells?"

Kelly's mouth pulls tight and his brow wrinkles in confusion for just a moment before smoothing back into the easy smile and quirked brow, "I guess."

He holds one hand out over the table and the bottles. When Em takes it to shake it, he tries desperately not to think about how good Kelly's cool hand feels against his warm, sweaty one. The handshake lasts for a beat too long whole they look at each other. Kelly tries to figure out if this is some sort of trick. Em tries to figure out how to tell butterflies in your stomach from bubble guts because he feels flighty in his tummy. They pull away because if you don't break a handshake fast enough, you've just held jands, and they're about to become too slow.

Stepping away from the table, Em nods. He doesn't trust himself to say another word in front of this many people while his heart beats a storm of thuds into his chest, and turns from the group of people. It's awkward as fuck to do, probably even more awkward to watch.

Walking away, Em still doesn’t know what the feeling is. Sweaty palms and weak knees are just nerves over making up with someone. The butterflies in his stomach are gas or some shit. And the way his heart soared when Kelly let his hand linger in the handshake just a moment too long? ... Fuck. 

He was fucking star struck. By Machine Gun Kelly. And now he’s fucking screwed. 

[redshoesnblueskies]

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Such as:

following:  you can follow others, they can follow you. your feed will be an endless scroll, like here.

reblogs - you like a post, reblog jand it will show up on your PF blog to all of your followers, just like here.

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the comment structure is NESTED - like a well constructed forum or DW or LJ.  If someone responds to you, it shows up indented under your comment. If someone comments on the original post, it shows up as not indented.  Just as you’d expect.

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marked/categorized as NSFW to help others screen

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audio (currently soundcloud only, that will expand)

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You can block users (god bless the block button anywhere on the internet)

You can check notifications

you can instantly sort ‘replies’ from ‘likes & reblogs’

There are avatars (do they support animation yet? I’m not sure?)

there aren’t themes yet (give the poor coders time!), but you can change your PF’s color scheme to whatever you like

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

"You wanna know something? Overhaul?" Shigaraki spoke on a calm and dark tone... as if he hadn't just cutted his arm off and just literally spoke that he had taken everthing he had worked so hard for.

"Now that you don't have literally a thumb to suck on... I wondered if is a mercy act to let you live. But now I know that it wasn't just the yakusa you value. No no..." he snapped his finger and the raven haired villain along with the masked man brought the only person he didn't wanted to be involved on this mess.

"(Y/n)..!" He spoke your name in horror, your eyes were wide open and you were a mess... dirty even, but he could let that aside. Those dirty villains had their hands on his angel...

"After many researches... i discovered that for a long time now you gave yourself a headache to keep that pretty thing out of the danger line... and also how much you want to make them... not feel something harsh as a resume... But I wonder..." he crouched down and grabbed Chisaki by his scalp... without hands or arms he couldn't do nothing but to glare at him as the hives started to make an appearance on his pale skin.

"What would you be like if they simply..." in one instant blue fire errupted from the turquoise eyed man and the obly sounds he could hear were your screams of absolutely pain.

Half of your face and upper part of your torso were burned as you shouted, begged for help... and he couldn't do nothing. Absolutely nothing but watch.

He shouted profanities at Shigaraki, promising of killing him... before being snatched by the man's hand and forced to look back at red orbs.

"You really think you can do something?! Like THIS?!" He laughed out loud, his laughter echoing along with your cries "You first was abandoned in the streets like a dog, then dissapointed the person who cared enough to raise you! Now the "love of your life" is about to die!"

He widened his golden eyes in horror... how.. how did he know of those-?

"And you. Chisaki Kai." He growled with that sadistic and psycotic look on his face "Were and always will be useless. To the Hassaikai and to (Y/n)... take a look even." He harshly made his head turn to look at you in the ground extending one hand at him with tears on the good side of your face.

You tried to call his name but Compress had grabbed a metal bar from the van and pierced your body with it... Blood splashing on the ground.

His chest tightened, the air of his lungs were lost, he couldn't do nothing but-

~

He gasped, joilting awake from his bed... gripping the sheets with both his prosthetics he breathed in and out desperately to try to catch some of oxygen.

Sweat clinging to his forehead and whole body made him want to vomit... the smell was terrible. The events of his nightmare replaying on his head as he desperately looked at his side, only to be comforted at seing your angelic persona laying there... sleeping.

Safe. Unharmed.

He sighed, slowly lifting himself up to take a shower. Sleep seemed like a terrible idea, and he needed to get rid of the filth on his body... his hives were driving him crazy and he couldn't scratch them with his metal jand without getting harmed by it.

The hot and quick shower did something to calm his body... but not his nerves. He couldn't get back on the bed. He couldn't bare to face you... not after everthing he did.

He made his way to the small living room of the apartment he now lived... the most far away from the media and heroes you and him could manage it to go and afford... He surely had ruined your life.. to a life of luxury on the yakusa to some small apartment on this loud and dirty street where teenagers couldn't get the message that others wanted to sleep, not to listen their terrible songs.

Sitting on the couch with a tired sigh, he rested his prothetic arms on his knees and brought his interviewed metal hands to rest his forehead on it... You had gotten to him after practically begging to a friend of yours...

~

"I'm not helping a cruel and wanted villain to have arms (Y/n)!" A female vouce echoed on the apartment as he listened from the couch, bandages still on what was left on his arms as you tried to make a deal.

"Please Neruko!" You whimpered "I will pay you back as soon as I-"

"Is not about that! (Y/n) I owe you, and you are a good person!" She pointed angrily at him as he glared back at her "But this man deserved every single beating that green haired kid gave to him!"

"Neruko... you don't know him like I do. Please.." you sighed with furrowed eyebrows "just two prosthetic arms and hands. Is all I ask.."

She furrowed her eyebrows at you before scoffing and storming her way out, only stopping at the apartment door to spoke.

"Next week some mailman will deliver here... But I want nothing to do with this. And I never want to hear of you or your fucked boyfriend ever again."

He went to take a step towards to give her a piece of his mind, but you stopped him with that gentle hand on his shoulder and smile.

~

It had been almost one or two months after that... it took him two weeks to adjyst to this new method of handling things... without his quirk.

His emotions were out of the control. Due to not knowing the force of those prothestic he accidentally broke a mug when he went to grab for some tea, he could only remember one eye twitch of his before seing red... destroying half of the small kitchen. You came back that day to see him cleaning furiously the whole apartment... and he refused to spare one single word about it.

That was until he noticed the mug he had broken was a present that Pops had gave it to you... his heart seemed to stop as you had recognized the cracks and almost teared up.

He apologized? No. He only could stare at you helping him clean and organize the kitchen again... he couldn't say a word about it. After all, since the incident he had been more quiet than he ever was.

His eyes burned at the memories filling his mind... the nightmares keeping him awake most of the nights, the memory of the last expression Pops gave to him before he put him on a coma, your face when you discovered what he had done and when you cound him on the street armless... losing everthing... in one single day. Due to some heroes, brats and one partership he would regret for the rest of his life.

... how didn't you leave him yet? Leave him like all of them did...?

His shoulders trembled as he cringed his teeth together, disgusted at his own wish to wanting to cry. He couldn't. He was in no place to cry.... yet the frustation, hurt and depression was just too much.

"Kai?" Your soft voice on the dark made him joilt his head up, it was dark until you had turned on the switch. Soft yet tired expression plastered on your face as you slowly aproached him.

"Something wrong?" You asked softly as you sitted at his side, muffling an yawn as he adverted his eyes away from you as he picked a handkerchief on the coffee table to quickly wipe his eyes... in case of hints of the salty frops of tears that could had formed.

"Go back to sleep. I'm fine." He said nonchantly... but soon tensed at feeling your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

"You always tell me I'm horrible at lying... guess is my turn to say it." You whispered and he almost, almost broke... but he remained stiff and concentrated his gaze on the coffee table.

"Just a bad dream. You can go back to bed, I don't think I will be able to-"

"You want to talk about it?" Your hands started to rub soothing curcles on his shoulders blades as he subsconciously leaned on you, resting his head on the crook of your neck.

"...no.. Everything but... that." He slapped himself mentally for sounding so weak as you hummed.

"You want me to do anything? I lost sleep, I will be here with you." He furrowed his eyebrows at that while you felt a wetness on the bare skin of your neck.

"Just this is fine..." he mumbled. You were worried of course, but it wasn't new for Chisaki to remain with a stoic expression even if rivers of tears were escaping his golden eyes... You could only assumed that to the feeling of his tears hitting your neck since he would never let you see his face on his most vulnerable moments... almost never.

"I owe you an apology..." he mumbled after some time and you got confused.

"If it is about the mug its been almlst three weeks Kai." You giggled in hopes to set the mood up... yeah, you failed.

"For everything." He mumbled, eyes finally blinking and letting the tears fall "I ruined not only the rest of Pops life... but I ruined yours as well. I wouldn't judge neither run after you if you decided to leave."

"Why would I leave..?" You asked almost hurt immediately. You felt him sigh before letting one sad chuckle out as he finally let himself get up and wrap his arms around you, chin rwsted now on your shoulders as he burried his face on your neck.

"You're too good for this sick world and for your own good..." he mumbled as you hugged him back worriedly, carresing his hair when you notice that he was trembling for a bit.

Despite him not deserving it... he had an angel by his side. And he would be dammed if he let that pretty thing on his arms to go now... after all, you were the only one holding his ground and preventing that he would completely break.

[virmillion]

Ibytm - T minus 45 seconds

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On a normal day, Logan will rise long before the sun, smiling at the sound of his pinging alarm clock and taking a luxurious moment to stretch his rested limbs before greeting the world with open arms.

Today is not a normal day.

His eyes stay stubbornly shut as his tingling hand fumbles around in the mess of blankets for his blaring phone. Virgil grunts softly from somewhere under the mound, and in the weak pre-dawn light, Logan can only just make out the ball curled up under the sheets.

When his fingers finally brush over his phone, sending shivers down his spine with the vibrations, he does his best impression of scrambling to turn it off. His sleep-addled body translates this command as wobbly sliding around for the snooze button, stubbornly ignoring the requirement to finish a set of math problems before the noise will stop.

“Should’ve never installed that fancy alarmy app,” Virgil grumbles as the ball shrinks in on itself. Logan squints at the full-brightness screen and scowls, mumbling the two digit multiplication problems to himself. Finally he succeeds, dropping the bedroom back into silence. An arm snakes out from the blankets and pats along Logan’s leg. “Good job, so smart. Go crush that meeting.”

Logan lifts Virgil’s jand and presses a kiss to his fingers, lingering in the moment for just a few more seconds. His own hand feels impossibly cold and empty as he changes and strides out of the room.

The kitchen—more of a kitchenette, really, but who’s keeping track?—is surprisingly high quality, given the deal Virgil managed to land on this place. Granted, it’s all a little cramped and bland, but Logan likes to think of it as ‘begging for an impromptu remodel.’ Which he manages to pull off, all in one go, as the broken keurig sputters to life, shooting wads of coffee grounds along the underside of the microwave.

Logan does not have the energy for it this morning.

He sets on a pot of real coffee to brew in time for Virgil to wake up and transfers the keurig disaster to his own travel mug, slipping in more sugar than it probably needs. He’s in for a long day.

Even the neighborhood is pretty nice, which was Virgil’s main concern when they were scoping out options. Compared to the people on those over-the-top reality shows, Logan thinks their requests were pretty darn reasonable. Close enough to the office to walk, in a nice part of town, and close enough to uber to the museum without completely punching a hole through their wallets. One downside to being so near to the office, though, is that Logan can never be that far from work. Not that this is a bad thing, per se—it’s just that, on the two days a year where he actually wants a break, he has to try that much harder to actually achieve it.

There are worse problems in the world to have, he supposes.

His work building looms tall and grey against the cold morning skyline, and the mere sight of it is enough to make him draw his shoulders to his ears. While he’s dressed nice enough for the meeting that could make or break his future, Virgil convinced him to wear the leather jacket over it.

“It’ll make you feel tough,” Virgil insisted, shoving the bundle of well-worn material into Logan’s arms the previous night. “Just enough of a confidence boost for you to nail the crap out of that meeting.”

Virgil wasn’t wrong, of course. Logan finds a certain bounce in his step as he bursts into the stale air conditioning and starts up the stairs. More of a placebo effect than anything else, but he’ll take what he can get. Especially today.

“Hey, Lo!” Micah exclaims, stumbling over his own feet as he bounds down the stairs.

“Gan. Logan,” Logan supplies, reaching out a hand to steady the overstuffed cardboard box in Micah’s arms. “Last trip?”

“Yeah, Alex is gonna bring home stuff I forgot as they find it. Half their desk is mine, basically.” Micah shoulders the drawstring bag around his back to the side, squeezing past Logan to get to the first floor landing. “It’s been a pretty solid run, though. Almost four years? That’s a good record for our floor managing to not kill each other.”

“That it is,” Logan agrees, almost to the next landing by now. It's a shame to see a good guy like Micah go, but internships aren’t permanent, and promotions aren’t guaranteed.

“Hey, wait!” Micah calls. Logan peeks over the spiral railing, now well on his way to the third floor. “Isn’t your big hunga chunga interview today?”

“Yeah, it is, actually. I don’t know when, though.”

“Well, whatever time they come for ya, best of luck. You deserve it.” Micah grins at Logan before scooting out of the stairwell, staggering under his box. Logan smiles to himself, forgetting to remove the expression before he exits onto the fifth floor. The first step in what could very well be a long line of mistakes.

“What’re you so happy about, specs?” Roman asks, appearing at Logan’s side and following him to his desk. “The only times I’ve seen you smile are when you’re with that museum guy.”

Logan takes a moment to breathe, reminding himself that it’s typically frowned upon to sock your coworkers in the jaw. “As I’ve told you several times now, his name is Virgil, and he’s not just some guy, he’s my boyfriend. There years not long enough for you to process that?”

“In my defense, we don’t hang out enough to be familiar.”

“We had lunch with you and Patton last week!”

“Yeah, yeah, bad short term memory.”

“Long term memory.” Logan slides open the third drawer on the right of his desk and pulls out a thick binder, filled to the brim and then some with papers and folders and cascading tab dividers. “Do you want to go to your own desk now?”

“Not really.” Regardless, Roman swings around to the desk that used to be Micah’s—with the intern moving on after more than four years of work, his prime spot desk was highly coveted real estate. The only reason Logan didn’t get it—by seniority, he had first dibs—was because he was used to his current desk. Not to mention the meeting coming up, of course. Ideally, he won’t even need his current desk after today.

Roman pops his head over the partition between Micah’s old desk and Logan’s, undoubtedly standing on the swivel chair for a better vantage point. “So, whatcha doin’?”

“Get off that chair before you hurt yourself. I’m going over major old assignments.” Logan regrets being honest the moment he says it. Now it’s a near guarantee that Roman will try to distract him. He was undoubtedly going to already, but still.

“Oh, right, you’ve got that huge meeting today! I completely forgot.” Roman folds his arms up over his chin, staying shockingly quiet as Logan riffles through the binder. “Hey, wait, that’s that dumb Neptune Theseus riddle!”

“Never did figure that one out,” Logan agrees absently. His eyes linger on the answer circled at the bottom, but he still isn’t convinced he had it right. He pulls the paper out farther.

“We’re seriously gonna get stuck on the Neptune thing again? Are we really digging up that horse to beat it some more? Hasn’t it suffered enough?” Alex groans, rolling over on their squeaky desk chair. While the office sprang for new furniture last year, they didn’t spring very far, since ‘gently used furniture from someone else is still new to you.’ This was met with no small amount of grumbles and dissent, all of which fell on deaf ears.

“No rehashing old riddles!” Cassidy chimes in. As her desk is now right beside Logan’s—replacing Joy’s old spot—she doesn’t have to move far to notice his overfilled binder. “Last minute studying?”

“Lil’ Lolo has his big ol’ test today,” Alex singsongs. “Watch him get higher than Mx. Oatmeal.”

“As if,” Logan scoffs, flipping to a different assignment. Calculating the landing point of a rocket being pulled down from orbit at a given time, assuming this malfunction and that overcorrection. He still isn’t completely convinced they didn’t just rip the problem wholesale from Hidden Figures. “And it’s not a test, it’s just a meeting to discuss my upward prospects. Don’t oversell it.”

“I promise nothing of the sort,” Cassidy says. “How much you wanna bet the promotion hinges on that Neptune riddle?”

“Gambling, I like it.” Roman reaches down the partition to snatch up the binder, ignoring Logan’s protests. “Woah, you’ve got things in here from your first week? You know that was all busy work, right? To scare off newbies who wouldn’t put in the work when it counted?”

“Give that back,” Logan demands, reaching toward Roman’s face. He easily holds the binder out of reach, still snooping through its contents.

“Wow, your handwriting really sucks, you know that?”

“Shut up, my mind moves too fast to bother with legibility.” It’s all Logan can do not to stand on his chair and grab back the binder. He’s smart, of course—there’s nothing incriminating on those pages—but he still doesn’t appreciate Roman invading his space like this.

“Illegible handwriting?” Alex repeats. “Sounds like you’re already one of them. Bet you’ll even surpass Joy.” The mention of her name draws the attention of some of the newer interns, whose names Logan hasn’t yet managed (or bothered) to learn. It wasn’t too long ago that Joy got promoted—in the last few months, actually—but she was still on the floor long enough to gain a reputation among the newbies. Her sudden promotion, completely unprompted, elevated her to a godlike status in the eyes of the new kids, all fresh to the inner workings of the program. At least, that’s why Logan assumes they looked up at her name.

He isn’t sure whether he’d love it or hate it if all these little interns would worship him like that.

Before Roman can pitch in his own two cents about the first inexplicable promotion situation, the elevator doors ping open, revealing Joy leaning against the mirrored wall. Cassidy leaps to her feet and sprints across the floor, wrapping her friend in a tight hug.

“You need to come visit us more,” Cassidy says sternly, pushing Joy back by the shoulders to fix her with a pinched stare.

“Acknowledged,” Joy says, barely lifting her chin. The cold silence lasts only a few moments before her facade cracks, revealing a bright smile as she squeezes Cassidy in a close embrace. “Butterfingers around here?”

Logan scrambles to yank his binder back from Roman and hide it in its usual drawer before answering, “I’m over here.”

Joy nods brightly as Cassidy carefully extricates herself from the boa constrictor hug. “Well, better get going, if you’re ready. They bumped the meeting from seventh to ninth, by the way.” She waits patiently for Logan to join her in the elevator, seeming to not notice the awed stares from the newbies. Logan isn’t particularly fond of the sustained silences from his more seasoned coworkers, either.

“Actually, I’d rather take the stairs, if it’s all the same to you.” Though Logan has historically taken the stairs for the exercise, he has a running promise with Virgil to avoid the elevator whenever possible. Virgil refused to specify why, but even if he’d never find out, Logan has no intention to go breaking promises when people aren’t looking. “I’ll just meet you up there?”

Joy hesitates, and Logan wonders whether he just completely screwed himself over, but her expression finally dissolves back into a grin. “Works for me.”

Logan takes the stairs two at a time, chased by the encouragement of his floormates. With every step, he jumps from one irrational worry to another. What if Joy thinks he thinks she stinks? What if she thinks he’s being uncooperative? What if she thinks he’s claustrophobic, and won’t be able to handle something so confined as a rocket? What if this is all a test, and he already failed?

He almost misses the ninth landing as his thoughts swarm. All that piloting time, straight down the drain.

The door can’t open fast enough.

Logan has just barely managed to force his breathing down to a normal level when the elevator door slides open, revealing Joy and—oh, great.

“She said I should come along!” Roman exclaims, bursting out of the elevator and jumping to Logan’s side. “That they might like a second opinion during your meeting.”

“Oh, great.”

“Yes, well, best be going,” Joy says, leading the boys down the hall to a set of floor to ceiling glass windows. Just beyond the frames is a long oak desk, ringed with cushy black office chairs. Logan wonders how many years it'll be until those become hand-me-downs for the fifth floor.

“I’m so excited,” Roman whisper-shouts. “I’ve never been up here before, besides for coffee runs.”

“This is where I leave you,” Joy says. She holds open the door and waves the boys in, patting Logan on the shoulder as he passes. “Good luck. You’re gonna crush it.”

“Fingers crossed.”

“Butterfingers?”

“Almond Joy.” A small smile spreads across Logan’s face as the door softly clicks shut behind them. Across the room is Mx. Oatmeal’s boss’s boss’s boss, Miss Katie-Lee, who literally and figuratively holds Logan’s future in her hands.

That is to say, she’s holding a model rocketship.

“Logan, please, have a seat.” She gestures to one of the several chairs, inclining her head slightly as Logan shakes her hand before sitting. “Oh, good, Roman, are you the second opinion I asked Joy to bring?”

“I am indeed,” Roman confirms, shaking her hand as well before sitting on Logan’s right. “Happy to be here, happy to help.”

“Happy to hear it,” Miss Katie-Lee says, taking her own seat opposite the boys. She pulls a stack of papers and folders from a nearby stool and spreads them out over the table. “Well, well, well, Logan, you sure have been busy these last few years, haven’t you? And I see here you have a change of mailing address, as well as the supplementary switch forms, very good, that’s what we like to see.” Miss Katie-Lee traces her finger down a bulleted list, mumbling to herself as she does. “Tuh tuh tuh, already a good amount of calculations under your belt, mostly correct, that’s always nice. Well on your way to completing the piloting hours, good to know you’re keeping that up. Recent physical on file, yes, sure deal, that makes this several worlds easier.”

She continues talking to herself, flipping between pages and glancing at Logan every so often for a nod of confirmation. “And Roman, you’ve worked closely with Logan, yes? Do you have any pertinent information to share regarding his performance?” She taps a little plastic cube set to the side meaningfully. “This is all being recorded, by the way. My apologies for not saying so sooner.”

Roman sits up straighter in his chair, and Logan immediately wishes he were a popsicle under the California sun. Oh, to be a puddle on the floor, free of the trials and tribulations involved in adult life.

“All on the record?”

“All on the record.”

Roman gives Logan a long look before opening his mouth again. Puddles would be a blessing at this point, Logan thinks. Logan would be wrong. “Logan is the single best intern I have ever seen working on the fifth floor. He easily works twice as hard as anyone on a higher floor—no offense—and I never see him without ink staining his fingers. He’s organized down to having a color coding system with his pens based on the difficulty and priority of his work. He’s the first one into the office and the last one out, and all the time in between is time he spends doing the best he possibly can.”

Roman laughs a little, and Logan finally feels his muscles relax, just the slightest bit. “I literally had to personally convince everyone to show up half an hour early today so we could beat him to being early. Basically, Logan is just a guy who really, really cares about what he does. There’s no one else I’d rather see at the top of this field.” Roman hesitates, glancing at Miss Katie-Lee. “Oh, um, not that you aren’t already doing a great—”

Miss Katie-Lee waves it off with a smile. “Thank you, Roman, that was more than sufficient. You can head back down to the fifth floor now.” Logan is still somewhere between numb and frozen as he watches Roman excuse himself, still processing the parade of compliments. He’d always assumed Roman merely tolerated his presence, since it would make being floormates easier than if they hated each other. Huh.

Shuffling the papers back into a neat pile, Miss Katie-Lee switches her gaze from the closing door to Logan. “Can I tell you a secret?” Logan nods, dumbfounded. “I already knew all that.” Logan blinks. “I’ve heard your praises sung by everyone in this building, from Mx. Oatmeal to Joy, to Micah at his resignation, all the way to the janitorial staff. They go out of their way to compliment how much easier you make their jobs, sticking around late to clean up after your floormates. To tell the truth, we’ve wanted to get you up here for a long while, but we just haven’t had an opening. A few transfers, a few drops, and now we find ourselves here.” Miss Katie-Lee folds her hands on the table, leaning in closer. “We want to start training you on level with Mr. Jolenta’s work.” Mr. Jolenta. Mx. Oatmeal’s boss. Logan feels more than a little light headed. “You would see an increase in pay, to be determined at a later date, as well as an increase in workload and hours. On the right path and at the right pace, I think we can get you where you want to go.” Logan nods dumbly, not completely processing her words. “So, what do you say?”

A million things race through Logan’s mind, each slipping out of his hands like an ice cube into boiling water when he tries to grab it. More pay. More hours. Less time with Virgil. A chance at the stars. A chance to move up. Time away from Virgil. Time away from home. Time, time, time. Never enough to give, never enough to take.

“I’d be happy to give you some time to consider—”

“I’m in,” Logan interrupts. His mouth didn’t even wait for his mind to decide, much less his heart. He’ll have to learn to get that under control.

“Well, we’re happy to have you on board,” Miss Katie-Lee says, standing and brushing off the front of her shirt. Logan shakes her hand firmly, thanking her for the opportunity and accepting a spotless new folder from her. He pulls the door shut as he leaves, determined to wait until he reaches his desk before looking at the papers.

The determination does not last longer than two minutes.

New benefits, new hours, new responsibilities, new calculation basics, new new new. The words and numbers and symbols flit around Logan’s mind, a deafening roar that blocks out the curiosity of his fellow fifth floor interns.

Can he call them his fellow interns anymore? He’ll have to ask Roman about that.

“So how’d it go?” Cassidy demands, slamming her hands on his desk and getting uncomfortably close to his face. Logan glances at Roman, whose face flushes pink when they make eye contact. He drops behind the partition.

“Spill it,” Alex adds, leaning on Logan’s chair. “It’s not like we didn’t notice that fancy new folder, or that almost smile on your face.”

Cassidy somehow manages to get even closer, and it’s a wonder Logan doesn’t flinch. “Stop the presses, Alex, I think that might be a genuine smile there.”

“Great Scott, she’s right! It’s a real smile! This is one for the papers, folks!”

Logan rolls his eyes and shakes his head good-naturedly, careful to keep the folder pinched shut. “Miss Katie-Lee just offered me a promotion, and Roman helped back up my credibility a little bit. It’s nothing major, really.”

“How high’s the promotion?” Roman’s voice asks. He’s still hiding behind the partition.

Logan glances around, well aware of the newer interns listening closely while doing a terrible job of pretending not to. “It, um, it’s on par with Mr. Jolenta?” It’s not a question, but he manages to make it one, anyway.

The floor is silent for a moment, two, as his words sink in. Alex breaks the silence first.

“Dude, nice!” This call is echoed across the floor, several voices tripping over each other to congratulate Logan. He nods, wearing a small smile and picturing how Virgil’s face will look when he shares the news. Or, wait, no, he’s supposed to be teaching Virgil how to make fettuccine alfredo tonight. That should obviously take precedence.

Then again, a promotion is pretty big. So is getting to cook with his boyfriend. Maybe he’ll tell him over dinner. Just imagining the look on Virgil’s face when he tells him is more than enough to double the size of Logan’s smile.

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Won’t Go Slowly // 32

A/N:   I’m back (not that I really went anywhere, haha)!  And Tyler is too :)

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You were sitting on the floor of your office, continuing to sort through everything in the closet in your office, when you heard a knock at your door. Gerry looked up and you from where he was laying next to you on the floor, and then got up, barking as he ran towards the source of the noise.

You pushed yourself up, realizing that you wouldn't be able to sit on the floor for much longer.  "Don't attack me," you heard Tyler say from the other side of the door, and you winced as Gerry jumped up, his nails scratching against the door, and you reached over, unlocking it and opening it just a bit.  "Did you open the door all by yourself?" Tyler asked, bending over to pet Gerry, who was wagging his tail and trying to lick Tyler's face . "Thanks for pretending to be half as excited to see me as you were to see Y/N."

"I thought you'd use your key," you said, smiling as you watched Tyler continuing to say hello to a happy Gerry.  

"I left it at my house here, I'm not taking it to Dallas with me. That's how I lost it the first time," he gave you kind of a weird look like you were nuts, him stepping into your house, and both of you meeting in a hug, one of his hands coming around your waist, and the other cupping the back of your head, kissing the top of your head while pulling your head to his chest, and he felt solid and steady underneath you.  You stayed there for a moment, until Tyler made a yelping noise and jumped away from you.  

"He stepped on my toe," Tyler said, lifting his foot up and rubbing it, while Gerry jumped back up on him again, and Tyler started laughing, pushing him away and rubbing him behind the ears while looking you over.  "You look bigger."

"Thanks?" you said, biting back a laugh, because you were pretty sure that wasn't the way he meant to word it at all.

"You know what I meant," he said, asking Gerry in his dog voice if he got any bigger too, and then looking at Gerry looking out the open door and explaining  that his brothers weren't here, but that they missed him.  "I have something from Marshall and Cash for you," he told you.

You were frowning when he stood back up, getting his face really close to yours, and then sticking his tongue out, licking right in front of your cheek twice.  "Did you just try to lick me?" you asked, wiping your cheek with his hand even though he hadn't actually touched his tongue to your skin.

"It wasn't be, it was the dogs," he said, holding his hands up, "I couldn't actually lick you like they asked, though.  I don't know where you've been."

"Stop," you said, reaching out to shove his arm, and he laughed, stumbling backwards away from you.

"What were you guys doing?" he asked, stepping forward to shut the door behind him.  

"Trying to finish cleaning stuff out of the closet," you said.

"You need help?" Tyler asked, lacing his hands behind his head.

"No, I'm almost done.  I think," you said, "I'm just trying to get everything ready so you can start moving stuff tomorrow."

"Well, show me," he said, waving his hands like you should move, "You're taking up the whole hallway."

"Stop," you laughed, trying to walk faster now that he was on your heels.  "You're not supposed to say stuff like that to a pregnant woman."

"Well, the baby's taking up the extra room," Tyler said, "it's not your fault he's stuck to you."

You shook your head, as you walked into the office, Gerry circling around the room, and you watched as Tyler eyed the things you'd gotten at the furniture store set in the corner of the room, along with the nice diaper bag your sister had gotten you for Christmas, as well as some baby socks and clothes you'd started to accumulate.  

"He's not trying to eat all the baby's stuff?" Tyler asked, and you laughed, leaning down to pet Gerry.

"Of course not," you said, "he's being good."

"Well you might want to hide it because he's going to start being a little shit now that I'm here."

"No, he's not," you said, and then you went about showing him the desk, and the chair, and the bookshelf you'd need moved, as long as a couple of boxes of papers and books.  

"And where am I putting this?" he asked.  You paused, realizing that this was something that you hadn't considered.  

"Umm, my garage," you said.

"The books and stuff, yeah.  What about the furniture?"

"Yeah, in the garage," you said, and Tyler gave you an amused look, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And where are you going to park?"

"In the driveway?"

"So you're going to go in and outside with a baby, all your bags and shit, when it's raining or snowing, by yourself?"

"Well, I'm hardly the first person who's had to do that," you said.

"Yeah, but don't you want it to be as easy as possible?" he said, and you found yourself looking around at your furniture again.  

"Maybe I can put it in my bedroom, then."

"I thought you said you were gonna have the baby sleep in there?" Tyler asked.  That's right. You'd need space for a bassinet and the glider you'd ordered, and you knows what else.  You sighed, rubbing your thumbs over your forehead like you had a headache, and then running your hands through your hair, frazzled that you hadn't though of all of this, that Tyler had just walked in and found all the holes I  your plan.  Or lack thereof.

And you thought about not keeping it, but it was nice furniture, and what if you moved one day, or you wanted to use it when you transitioned to nursery into a room for a school-aged child.  

"Maybe I can--" you started, ready to leave the room and see if you could somehow configure something someway, either in your bedroom or in the garage, but Tyler grabbed your wrist.

"You can just store your desk and stuff in my garage."

"But Ty--"

"It's fine," he said, gently now, letting your wrist drop.  "There's plenty of extra space.  And I'm so close, if you miss your furniture, you can always come visit it."

You made a small noise, like what he said was funny, but you blinked at the same time, and a tear started rolling down your cheek, and you tried to duck your head to pass around Tyler and get back to work.

"Umm..." he said slowly.  "What is happening?"

"Nothing," you said, taking some papers out from a box on the desk, restacking them, and then  putting them right back where they were.

"So are you doing that hormonal crying for no reason thing again? Because I thought you were over that."

"I'm not," you said, taking a deep breath which came out more shuddery  than you intended, especially when Gerry pushed his head against your leg, and Tyler cocked his head at you.

"It's just furniture?" He asked, "It's nothing you need to cry over."

"I didn't know what to do with it," you said, looking around the room and sniffling, and then smoothing your hand over your belly.  "I'm having a baby."

He chuckled.  "Uh, yeah?  Are you just realizing this now?"

"No, like I knew I was pregnant," you said, "but I didn't realize I was having a baby."

He frowned, "That's not..," and then he looked at you, watching as you sat down in your desk chair, running your hand all over your face and spreading all your tears around in the process.  "I don't understand what you're saying? What are you talking about?"

 "Like, it didn't seem real, that I was actually going to have a baby?" You said, leaning your elbow on the desk, "and, I'm sort of realizing that there's actually going to be a baby.  And I don't think I'm ready."

Tyler's eyes widened and then he immediately turned, before coming back to you.  "What are you talking about?" He asked, and then he crouched down in front of the chair you were sitting on, resting his hand on your knee, "Of course you're ready."

"But I didn't even think about where to put the furniture, and I have to wash his clothes, but I don't even have baby detergent, and my app said I'm supposed to start putting my hospital bag together this week," the words came flooding out from you before you could even realize what you were saying, or that you'd even been thinking it.

"Babe, you're.." Tyler started, and then shook his head a little bit.  "Wait, what? You're worried about having all the stuff ready?"

"Yeah."

"Jesus christ,"  Tyler exhaled, sitting back on his heels, and pausing to run his jand through his hair.  "I thought you were freaking out about being a mom."

"Well, I am a bit, but I think that's normal?" you said, resting your hands on your knees and looking around the room.  "I don't even have diapers."

"Well, you've got tons of time," Tyler said with a laugh.

"Yeah, but your mom thinks he's going to come early."

"I think she meant a few days early, not a few months," he said, and you saw him tap his fingers like he was counting, "You've got, what?  Three months?  That's tons of time."

"Yeah, but it could go by really fast," you said.  It felt like just yesterday you found out you were pregnant, and now you were just starting your third trimester.

Suddenly it felt like you had to have everything done right now, so you pushed yourself up out of the office chair, pushing the box you'd been putting things in closer to the closet, and then awkwardly sitting yourself down on the floor, Tyler watching you the whole time in amusement.

"Are you gonna get stuck down there?"

"No," you said, leaning forward to pull another box out, which was filled with tax stuff and then you remembered you had to look into life insurance.  And your eyes filled up with tears again. You tried to stop it, but pretty soon you were leaning forward, wiping at your face, and you heard Tyler sigh behind you, which only made you cry harder, because he was supposed to he on vacation, and instead he was stuck helping his pregnant friend build a baby's room.  Or, rather, he didn't even get a chance to help you because you didn't have everything put together, and now you were having like an emotional breakdown just minutes after he got there.

"Babe, it's gonna be fine," he said, and you could feel him moving behind you, Gerry pushing his nose into your knee and then your arm.

"I didn't know where to put the furniture, Tyler," you said, your anxiety showing through in your voice.

"Yeah, well, I did, so it's fine," he said, finally crouching down next to you, looking in your eyes as if to judge your reaction to everything he said.   He looked concerned, but really you were fine.  Or you would be fine.

"I'm just feeling really overwhelmed right now," you confessed, your voice high and shaky, and now Tyler sat down on the floor next to you, crossing his ankles and leaning back on his arms like he was settling in to watch a movie.

"Okay, so, all this," he said, gestering to the room around you.  "You already said all of this is really just for you, anyways, because he doesn't need that much, right? So, say you just had the baby, without doing anything else, would it really be that bad?"

"Yes, because I don't have anywhere for him to sleep or --"

"The crib's being delivered in a couple of days and I'm going to put it together for you."

"But I don't have anywhere for him in my room," you said, "and I have no diapers."

"He'd still have somewhere to sleep though," Tyler countered, his voice slow and even, "Until you ordered something for him to sleep in in your room.  And you'd either take him with you to buy diapers, or you just ask someone to go buy them for you."

"But-"

"Obviously, you'll have more stuff and be more ready," he said, "I'm just saying it's going to be fine okay, even if everything isn't perfect.  I'm here to help with the room, and I know Danielle will help you get your bag ready, and I bet you could call your sister at 4 in the morning and she'd find a way to bring you diapers.  It's gonna be fine."

He was right though, really - you knew that.  You rubbed your hand over your neck, releasing the tension this time.  "I think I kinda freaked out a bit."

"Ya think?" He asked sarcastically, and you smiled just a little bit, his arm coming to wrap around you and then release you.  "It's alright.  If I was having a kid, I'd probably be freaking out ten times harder than you are, and I don't have any of those motherly urges you have."

You sat back, petting Gerry who was surrounding you, trying to get your attention.

"Give her kisses, bud, make her feel better," Tyler said, and you yelped, falling back gently as Gerry started licking your face.  "When's the last time you ate?" when Gerry looked at him, he said, "Not you, Gerry, Mama."

"Why?"

"Because you get kind of bitchy, or like cry a lot when you're hungry now," he said, standing up quickly, likely before you could hit him.

"I do not."

"A little bit," he said,  pinching his fingers together, and then sliding his hands in his pockets.  "Hey, is it alright if I stay here tonight?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"I'm gonna order us some pizza and then I'll come help you finish up here, okay?" He asked, and when you nodded, he asked, "the usual?" before ducking out into the kitchen.  Now that your mind was settling, you let yourself think over exactly what it was you needed to get accomplished over the next couple of days.   When Tyler came back in the room, you were settled on your side on the floor, petting Gerry who had flopped down next to you.  He set a bowl of chips on the floor, and very obviously used his foot to push it towards you, giving you a very pointed look, and you smiled, looking  up at him.

"Do you think if I buy a stroller while you're here you could carry it inside for me? I think it'll be heavier than I'm supposed to lift right now."

"Yeah, sure," he said, "You want to grab it tomorrow?"

"I have a doctor's appointment," you said, propping your head up, "and I need to buy the paint.  What color do you like better?" You asked, nodding towards the three squares painted on the wall.  

"The blue one."

"They're all blue," you said, and then you laughed when when he confessed he didn't see a difference.  

"You want me to come with you to your doctor appointment and then we can go to the baby store and to grab the paint afterwards?"

"But I thought you were needing to move all this stuff tomorrow?"

"It'll take me like two hours, tops," he scoffed, "and then I'll be bored."

"Well, my doctor's appointment isn't going to be that exciting," you said, "I don't have an ultrasound, so I just have to get my weight and blood pressure checked and stuff, and they'll listen to the baby's heartbeat."

"But I like shopping," he said, "and I'll buy you dinner if you're well behaved."

"Tyler," you huffed.

"What?"

"I wanted to make you dinner after all you're doing to help me."

"I'm here 5 days, you can do that any other night," he said, "and we'll be tired after all the shopping, we won't have any energy left for anything other than grabbing some take-out and then coming home to Netflix and chill."

You must have made a weird face, because Tyler quirked his lips at you. "I was talking about watching Grey's Anatomy, what were you thinking about?"

"Nothing," you said, pointing  to the boxes in the corner of the closet, close to where he was standing.  "Could you pass me those, please?"

He set them down next to you, and you started sorting through them, while he sat down in the desk chair, spinning a little back and forth.  "Speaking of the doctor's, when do you have to stop flying before the baby comes out?"

"Umm..34 weeks,  I think, why?"

"34 weeks," he said, his eyes gazing up  like he was thinking, mouthing random numbers. "Okay, can you tell me the date? I give up."

You fished in your pocket for your phone, because it wasn't like you had it memorized yourself, opening your app.  "March 1st."

"That works out perfectly."

"Works out perfectly for what?" you asked.

"Your reading break," he said,  and instantly knew what he was talking about.  Quite often, you'd take that week, which was usually at the end of February, off as your vacation, since it usually wasn't very busy.  And, usually, you'd go visit Tyler on Dallas.  Well, you'd even gone a couple of times when he'd been away or when he'd only been there for a few days.  It was even nice when he wasn't there, because you'd take over for the dog sitter so you had company, and it was nicer than any AirBnB. "And you can relax before the baby comes, which I think you kind of need," he looked at you, mocking like you might get stressed out at any moment.  Before you could even answer, Tyler laid down on the floor, his hat knocked a little in his head, and he took Gerry's paw in his hand.

"Please Y/N," he said in an incredibly high-pitched voice, brushing Gerry's paw against your chest. "I'm gonna turn into a demon dog again if I have to go more than a month without seeing you, and me and all my brothers are going to be so sad." Tyler sniffed dramatically, making Gerry wipe his own paw across his face like he was crying.  

You laughed, pressing a kiss to Gerry's head.  "I'll have to check with my doctor, but as long as it's okay I'll come."

You shut your eyes when Gerry simultaneously pulled his paw from Tyler's grasp and sneezed right in your face.  

"I don't think that's gonna make her wanna come, dude," Tyler said, rubbing him behind the ears.

"Will you be there?"

"Yeah, the whole time," he smiled, "Although I'll actually have to work when you lounge around by the pool all day doing nothing other than growing a baby or whatever."

"How do you even know when I'll be there?"

"It's on the university's website," he said, "I checked and compared our schedules."

"Oh," you said, pushing the box you were finished sorting out of the way, and starting to kneel so you could stand up.

"What do you need? I can grab it for you."

"I have to pee," you said, pushing your hand on your knee to try and stand up

"Sorry, can't help you with that," he said, lifting his leg up and putting his foot against your bum, pushing as if that would actually help you stand up.

"Thanks," you rolled your eyes only you were standing.

"Anything I can do to help," Tyler said, blinking his eyes as if he was perfection.

When you came back, he was standing up, a couple of books in his arms, thumbing through them and you sat down in the desk chair this time.  

"Cute pictures of you and your sister: keeper," he said, placing what you recognized as a family photo album in the box you designated for things  you wanted to save.

He waved a few high school yearbooks in front of you next. "Cute pictures of me: keeper." Tyler flashed you a grin as he added the books to the same box.

"I think that's everything," you said with relief, ready to head to the couch and put your feet up.

"Mm.." Tyler mused, standing on his tiptoes and lifting his head to look over the top shelf.  "There's one last thing."

He pulled a box which had to be buried way in the back, something you'd forgotten you'd even had.   Your eyebrows must have raised a little or your eyes widened because, the next thing you knew, Tyler was grinning mischievously at you.  

"What is this?" He asked, setting it down on top of the bookshelf, away from you, and toying with the lid, whispering   "Is this your sex toy collection?"

"No, that is not my sex toy collection."

"So where's that then?" He grinned slyly at you.

"Tyler!" You said, and he started laughing loudly.  You wanted to hit him, but you also didn't want to get up, so you nudged Gerry with your foot,  "Get him!"

Gerry stood up, and then jumped up towards Tyler, his paws connecting with Tyler's thigh.

"A little higher and a little more to the centre," you said, and you watched Tyler's  face change as he realized where you were you were prompting his dog to hit him.

"Hey, that's not nice," he said, extending his hand to block Gerry, who was continuing to try and jump up on him.  "Eat your chips, your bitchiness is showing."

You were laughing under your breath, eating a chip because you were hungry not because you were bitchy and, before you knew it, Tyler was popping the lid on the box.

"Ohhh.." he said with recognition, "this is the boyfriend box."

"Ex," you clarified.

"Obviously," he said, holding up a rose that had been dried at one time, but that now looked completely decrepit, sending a couple of petals floating to the floor, which Gerry tried to catch in his mouth.  "Someone was angry," he said, now pulling a picture of you with your arm around someone, only that person's face had been scratched out extremely roughly with a pair of scissors.  "Let me guess, Jason?" He dangled now the incredibly cheap necklace with a 'J' on it that had seemed incredibly sweet your first year of college, but that you became thankful was incredibly cheap so you could break it right in half after you'd caught him with his tongue shoved down his 'study partner's' throat in the library. "Remind me not to mess with you," Tyler said now, his eyes wide.

"You threatened to punch his face in and key his car."

"Well, I wouldn't have had to if he wasn't a dick," Tyler said , "And I didn't threaten to do anything to his car.  His car sucked, it was enough of an embarrassment for him just driving it around."

He tossed the stuff back in the box, and then frowned, thumbing something you couldn't see.  "Why do you have a picture of Nathan, cut out from the school year book it looks like in here? You never dated him."

"Ty-"

"Oh, you had a crush on him?" Tyler grinned, "Is that why you never had a boyfriend in high school?"

"It's not like anyone was even into me," you scoffed, the insecurities you'd felt back then bubbling to the surface, even though it seemed like forever ago.  Even though you felt like a completely different person back then, like you wouldn't even recognize yourself if you went back.

"Are you insane?" Tyler said loudly, "hello?" He waved the picture in front of you.

"What? He liked me?"

"Yes," Tyler said seriously, nodding, "he flirted with you all the time? And you just kind of sat there and did nothing but shut the conversation down?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked, upset now that you could have had a boyfriend back then, if only you'd known.  

"Umm..not to sound like a douche, but i was kind of only interested in getting laid.  Or close to laid, any contact with a female, really, and you kind of pissed me off for a bit because you kept getting in the way.  But, had I known you and Nathan could have been a thing, I definately would have hooked you up if only so Kirsten and I could have had some alone time," Tyler said, and then grinned at you, "I might actually still have his number somewhere.  Do you want me to...?"

"No," you said quickly.  You were not dating when you were six months pregnant.  It when you had a six month old, for that fact.  Maybe you'd reconsider when you had a six year old.

"Hmm.." you heard Tyler say now, toying with something, and then he whispered, "You're not still in love  with Daniel, are you?"

"No," you shook your head.  You hadn't been, not for a long time.

Tyler shrugged, "Well, you said you slept together, and it was after you broke up.  I don't know."

"I said I slept with him, not that I was in love with him." And you wouldn't have said anything at all had Tyler not asked, right before he was about to...sleep with you, to try and make the baby that was now inside you.

"What I Love About You," Tyler read, pulling the book from the box and leaning back against the bookshelf.  " I never get tired of your...gentle caresses?" He was trying to be serious, but he burst out into goggles immediately.

"Tyler!" You said.  At the time, it had been the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for you.  And Daniel was what you'd considered to be your only 'adult' relationship, two years together, where you'd actually talked about your futures together, not just something you were doing because it seemed fun or felt good right now.

"You deserve the 'most beautiful' award," he'd continued, "I love your taste in 'style (you always pick out the best outfits for me)'  Is this why you broke up with him?"

"No," you said, "it was sweet. He was a good guy." And Tyler made a sound like he was unimpressed.  

"He was, actually," Tyler admitted, "Why'd you break up with him then?"

"He was.." you started, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"Too soft?" Tyler asked.

"No, he wasn't soft, he was sensitive," you said.  He was almost...too emotional, which kind of sounded bad.  Really, it was more that whenever you were upset or stressed it seemed to affect him more than it did you, and it was almost like you ended up consoling him.  And, when you had problems, together or separately, it was like he only wanted to ignore them, to not feel them, or work through them, or solve them. He wasn't bad, not at all, you just didn't feel like you were a team.  "I don't know, I guess he just wasn't the right fit for me?"

"Mmm.." Tyler said, snapping the book shut, "well I hate him now."

"Why do  you hate him?" You asked with a laugh, "what did he ever do to you?"

"You hate him so I hate him," he said simply.

"I don't hate him," you said, "I don't love him, but I don't hate him." He'd be good for someone, somewhere.  Probably.

"Oh," Tyler said, putting the book back in the box and replacing the lid.

"Why do we always have to talk about my relationships? What about yours?" You'd already spent way too long discussing your life during the whole Tinder fiasco.

"I don't think flings count as relationships," he said, taking his hat off his head and shaking out his hair now, until it stuck up in every which way direction, like it always looked when he first woke up on the morning. "I don't have a box."

"Kirsten, then," you said, the last time he'd actually referred to anyone as his girlfriend.  To you,  at least.

"Which time?" He smirked, and you rolled your eyes.  

"The last time?"

"She was annoying."

"The time before that?"

"She was annoying," he repeated, and you wanted to groan.

"Why'd you even date her in the first place?"

"Because she was into me," he said, "and she also let me feel her up before I even  asked her out."

"Oh my god," you said.

"I was an idiot, I didn't know what I was doing.  It was alright though, the suffering through her screaming and craziness was worth it, " he said, spinning the box around with his finger, his voice getting gentle now.  "You want to keep this right?"

You leaned back in the desk chair, settling your hand on your belly, looking around what would be your son's room, and you shook your head.  "No, I think I'll let it go."

Tyler looked surprised, but you didn't even flinch when he put it in the box of things you were getting rid of.

It was time for a fresh start.

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