#I’m so excited to watch it later omfg

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

Dhmis is officially in its angsty teenage years, who cheered!!!

[princessbrunette]

i feel like puppy reader would be so busy while johnbee eats her out. like omfg she’s def a face humper

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he knows this about you, so he fully anticipates it.

every buck of the hips is met with john b pushing them back down to the bed. he lifts his head only slightly, looking up through his lashes to throw you a warning look.

“keep it calm, puppy. you’re letting me take care of you right now okay?” he croons in a calming voice to try and keep you on the more docile side — however, john b being just so patient and dominant only excites you more, causing you to continue with your antics a mere minute later. “down girl, coooome on.” he chides as he spreads your folds — your voice breaking with each whine.

“can’t stay still, daddy!” you breathe out, wriggling. feeling he has no choice, he lays a strong arm across your lower stomach keeping you pinned to the bed.

“need me to hold you down? hm?” he tilts his head, almost sarcastically but you can see the overwhelming amounts of love in his eyes.

“yes.” you admit through grit teeth, still trying your best to squirm. he takes note of this, realising that you maybe needed a moment to get calm. he swaps out his mouth for some coarse fingers, sliding through your folds and sinking into your hole with ease making you melt into the sheets.

“i think someone is a little wound up from the day. we’re juuust gonna keep it like this… until you can take it again.” he kisses your lower stomach, watching you suck in deep breaths.

“i’m sor—” you go to apologise but he cuts you off with a kind shake of his head.

“nope, no… no apologising sweetheart. just breathe… and let me help you feel good.”

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[nightcolorz]

How are we feeling about the s3 teaser !! I’m so excited

HOLY SHIT??? I just watched it and I’m quite literally drenched in sweat. I did not expect to get a teaser let alone a SONG so soon. Omfg, im going to struggle to give my thoughts lmao cuz I’m stimming so much my head is pounding (happy stimming of course lmao). But omg, so I am so so so impressed and so down for the vampire lestat being changed from a book to a DOCUMENTARY!! That is so smart and works perfectly for the tone and the interview set up. Daniel directing is a CRAZY move but I’m happy that we r gonna get to see old maniel tear lestat to shreds. I am incredibly hyped now that I know that we really r in for something rocky horror and 80s glam rocked inspired, Lestat styles himself like he’s on Eurovision, and this is going to be a dark comedy tonal shift for the ages. I liked it when lestat was hysterically sobbing that was so tvl. Ask me again what I think later when I’m not loosing my mind and have watched it a dozen more times haha

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s3 episode 18 thoughts

was thinking about my evening scullynmulder time all day… and here we are <3

to be honest, i'm not sure how i feel about this episode. it was just kind of okay for me. nothing to make me loathe it (well- one thing that made me angry, but it was small, and i'll talk about it), but nothing too compelling for me plot-wise. that being said, sometimes hearing an alternate viewpoint can change my mind, or i'll put together pieces later that didn't connect right away while watching, and the light in which i view an episode can change. so no hard and fast rulings here.

i’m reading the episode description, and it seems to be about archaeological digs, and sacred items being transported where they shouldn’t be!! this is actually something i feel really strongly about!!!

(in fact, i had to cut a LOT of this episode recap down because i kept going on about anthropological ethics... then i straight up realized i needed to stfu <3)

we begin!

we are in ecuador, at a dig site. oh, a pot! and pottery shards. how exciting! someone is yelling about something they found, and everyone comes to look. i do not speak spanish but i think they are saying that this thing is a bad sign? shoutout to cognates and closed captions, two of my bestest friends

it has since started snowing since they found this thing, which dr. roosevelt proclaims to be an amaru, which is a bold sign. there is a skull in there.

anyway, the archaeologists are saying that the body of a female shaman is sacred, and that it cannot be disturbed. and i would say, yes of course! but dr. roosevelt is not chill like me, and says they aren’t disturbing her, but saving her. okay, so this is the sort of thing that has sadly been incredibly common in real life, disregard for Indigenous opinions on the treatment of their ancestors by so-called academics claiming to fight for history. he orders the archaeologists to pack it up despite their insistence that it isn’t a good idea.

a shaman appears on the mountains in the snow... which is not an auspicious sign, i would imagine.

so this dr. roosevelt is listening to his classical music while the archaeologists from the dig are conducting a ceremony with the mountain shaman. they are sipping from a spoon and passing it around. ah, it is a hallucinogen. things get all green vision-y.

something is coming… A BIG CAT!!! HAS EATEN DR. ROOSEVELT!!!!!! JAGUAR BE UPON YE!!!!!!!

deserved.

intro time. how i have come to love this pair and their blurry lil spooky scenes…. <3 

so now we are at the boston museum of natural history. a guard is about with a flashlight in the dark and i think he sees some blood?? YES LOTS OF BLOOD. literally so much blood omfg. and then behind all the blood is the amaru!!!

is it agents time? is it agents time? YAAAAAS AGENTS TIME!!!! they are investigating. and someone scully is talking to thinks that the murder victim- craig- was killed because of the project he was working on. 

OH! scully has a letter in her hands from the Secona demanding the return of their artifacts. yes yes! i hope the museum does the right thing at this urging (even though i know deep down they will not)

“it was among the antiquities we rescued last month”, says someone from the museum <- ohhhh you're going to jail for that self-righteous language. scully catches onto the “rescued” description. they claim that the area was going to undergo construction. um so i would ask why reburying it in a place slightly to the left where it wasn't going to get smashed by a pipeline wasn't considered as an option, and why we jumped straight to giving it to some dudes in boston.

mulder asks about the curse, which he is apparently well-versed in. the jaguar spirit will attack those who disturb the bones of the woman shaman. but this guy says he will NOT return the remains. a stubborn fool... 

a phd candidate helps them look at the urn, and mulder rightfully points out that if someone messed with his bones, he would also want a curse to be placed upon them. which is tea.

the phd candidate's name is mona, and she agrees that this should have been left in the ground, that craig didn’t know about the danger he was in, and she is aware of SEVERAL letters of protest. she reveals that Dr. Bilac, who was the liaison to the tribe, either resigned or was forced out by the head of the project, depending on who you ask, because he believed that “the Secona have the right to determine the fate of their ancestral remains” AS HE SHOULD!!

going to this guy’s house. he was at the dig. and frankly, i do think he is very attractive. but he seems a bit... out of it, to put it nicely. 

his house is full of artifacts and images of artifacts. he’s asking scully "who told you i was involved", and scully says mona. okay... i think it wasn’t really secret knowledge??? no need to be so defensive!

he clarifies that he objected when he felt dr. roosevelt went too far. and he says “you don’t want to know what i think happened” so mulder sits RIGHT NEXT TO HIM and clarifies that yes, yes they really would. i was sensing some undertones there.

dr. bilac says "i think whatever happened is going to keep happening until the bones are returned" <- a reasonable deduction.

he says their investigation is a waste of time. scully seems to think he is “the suspect”, suggesting that he would kill for his cause. she describes his politics as radical but... they really aren’t.

(and this was the part i mentioned objecting to in the beginning, her referring to "his politics" like that. however, i am reminded that some scientists, historians, and anthropologists genuinely take this position- that ancestral remains ought to be studied, wishes of their communities be damned- and therefore it is not entirely out of character for her to think like that, but it is something we'd get in a heated fight about)

and mulder does that thing where he puts his hand on her back. don’t think i missed that!!!!

they’re bickering about what really happened and i'm thinking, well no one knows yet, maybe it WAS a jaguar spirit.

OH! mona is on the phone saying someone is lying. and someone else is listening in. it’s dr. lewton who is eavesdropping. mona was on the phone with dr. bilac!!! so what was he lying to the agents about?!?

so lewton is saying that they have a responsibility to history and that they were doing the right thing and to ignore “the politics”... again with the politics comment. this is real-world rhetoric here that some people actually believe, but isn’t there something despicable about asking for respect for people's ancestors being called “politics”?

OH! dr. lewton is threatening mona's career…… oh! okay so he might be evil.

NO, THE DOOR CREAKS OPEN. MONA NO!! 

oh it’s just a dog :) his name is sugar :) yay i was scared for nothing :) hiii sugar ur really cute!

dr. lewton in the car. car isn’t starting!!!! that’s suspicious…. that’s weird…. he lifts up the hood. and we hear a heavy breathing and see stuff from a blurry green point of view....

the hood is full of BLOOD??? which he touches btw... NASTY! but what is even nastier is the dragging and screaming and ripping we hear now going on to him... and thus is the end of dr. lewton

(hmm are they gonna say bilac is transforming into the jaguar? and that’s why we heard a man breathing?? <- no they will not, past me, but it was a compelling guess)

scully plucks a dead rat from inside the car. “label that”, she says to a police officer, placing it in a bag. “as what?” “partial rat body part” <- i don’t know why this is making me cry laughing 

mona is being questioned. she lies and says lewton didn’t mention dr. bilac last night. LIAR. anyway! scully gives her her card and says to give her a call if anything comes to mind

mulder in the woods with the police. and the green vision-y thing sees him!!! from in a tree!!!

but then scully comes in bearing news of rats in the museum and in his car. she thinks mona knows something and is trying to protect bilac. which is also what i am thinking. perhaps scully's entrance saved mulder from the green visioned being pouncing upon him.

GASP! a drop of blood falls upon mulder’s face whilst still in the woods, and he thinks it’s rain. she wipes it off and looks up to find… ENTRAILS IN A TREE!!!!!! icky.

and is there tenderness in wiping a strange blood from an unknown source off of your partner's face while they kneel in the woods? yes.

mona is at dr. bilac’s place. he isn’t answering. oh, she calls him “lonnie”... so are they chill or something? anyway, he doesn’t seem to be in there.

EXCEPT HE IS! he was in the dark and yelled at her for trying to touch the windows. behaving like a vampire.

he has no reaction to learning that dr. lewton is dead, but he sure is sweaty and gaunt. he said he told mona not to come. aggressively.

OH! he has the stuff on the floor he had taken with the tribe with the shared spoon at the start of the episode. which he calls “vine of the soul”. she knows what that means- yaje- and does NOT like that. she grabs it and tells him he is sick and needs help. but he yells at her to get out :( and she is crying :( why are you hurting her....

AUTOPSY TIME ft. doctor scully!!! it’s a human intestine. LMAOOOO she found sunflower seeds in it and mulder says he is “a man of taste” 

oh! she says it looks like rats did the biting. love when she says unsettling stuff like that.

phone call time now. it’s mona calling scully. she’s crying at the museum, and the dog is barking as she says she feels she isn’t alone. scully deploys mulder to the scene.

there is a box that says teso dos bichos which is the name of the episode. google says it translates to "i have two bugs" but i don't fully believe that. anyway, as she goes to touch the urn the dog keeps barking. it’s a very very cute dog. 

she hears something going wild in the bathroom. like an earthquake in the toilets. and the toilets are full of RATS who are climbing OUT AT HER AND SHE SCREAMS AND YES ME TOO I AM ALSO SCREAMING????

scully at dr. bilac’s house. very tense music is playing and his door is wide open!!! she finds the bowls of the stuff while mulder is at the museum looking for mona or any sort of clues. 

mulder bumps onto the security guard, who tries to take him to mona. pls don't hurt my girl i'm rooting for her to get that phd.

scully is reading from dr. bilac’s journal, which describes a jaguar climbing from the trees, and mulder thinks well maybe that is how the intestines got up there, but she says he’s been tripping. two things can be true!! 

she says he has been invoking the curse. but as she says this, mulder rounds a corner and sees a LOT of blood. he enters the bathroom with a flourish of his gun. and finds dr. bilac! who only says “she’s dead” 

they bring him in for questioning- very suspicious for him to be in the bloody bathroom- but he claims he doesn’t know where mona is. 

oh, very very tense exchange. “i did not kill her” “then why do you have blood on your clothes?” scully is NOT messing around

he claims he was afraid for mona and tried to keep her away from this. she says point blank that he did it, but he is like no, you are dealing with a spirit. and he doesn’t know where her body is. 

mulder is troubled. he notices that all the toilets overflowed. oh! the rats were still in there. “rats. in every toilet” <- very serious show we are dealing with 

NO!!! mona's dog died :( the dog ate a cat that ate a rat that ate poison. mulder thinks this is suspicious. she says a lot of old buildings have rats. again, two things can be true!

he thinks the rats were trying to escape. and SOMEHOW bilac is gone. mulder seems to think that perhaps bilac animorphed into a rat? or he was dragged down into some old tunnels. because they did find blood!!!

tunnel time tunnel time! he tries the ladies first card but it does not work. oooh spooky dark tunnel. 

there is a creature down here!!!! with the green vision!!! a cat hisses. i mean if there are a lot of rats this is a banger place to be a cat but i’m still suspicious.

they follow a rat deeper into the tunnels and find a door. scully goes in the door but mulder went the other way. WHY DID HE DO THAT!!! NEVER SEPARATE IN THE TUNNELS.

mulder is looking at a rat. cute little dude. then calls for scully. HE HAS FOUND ALL OF THE BODIES!!! AND THEY HAVE BEEN GNAWED EEEW 

and the green vision thing sees them! oh! it is a cat. but just a little one. not a big scary one. 

OH!! a LOT OF CATS!!

NO!!! they are GETTING HER!!! LIKE SO MANY CATS!!!! and there is blood pouring from her face. despite this she finds bilac who is very dead. 

a large army of cats is trying to break in while they try to get out. he pulls her up and guides her out. 

aww her face is all scratched up :( pls test her for rabies this is soooo evil!!!

oh! the ecuadorian ambassador is coming to collect the urn. so success but at what cost.

mulder wraps up the episode. the archaeologists are reburying the urn. we see the shaman’s eyes go all green like the cats did!!!

so it was her doing the stuff!!! well. she needed to be returned home.

collecting my thoughts on the matter. 

well, first off, an ecuadorian jaguar spirit turning into a mass of wild rats and cats in boston is so funny so let’s establish that. 

second of all. i’m always hesitant to comment upon episodes that use indigenous people and beliefs as a plot point/scary thing of the week. so i’m going to have to admit i don’t know enough to comment on that. 

what i can comment upon is the very real trafficking of antiquities, destruction of archaeological sites, and above all, blatant insensitivity of academics historically thinking they are “saving” what they are plundering. it is a very real thing. and i talked about it a LOT more in the original draft of this but realized i ought to spare you. dm for reading recs tho

overall, i thought the episode was okay. i wasn’t really sure what they were doing with bilac, but i guess he was summoning the curse? but it kept going after he died. so i’m a little unclear on the rules of the curse here tbh. 

honestly not enough scully and mulder time for me, which is why it wasn't really a stand out to me, even if i thought the concept was fascinating.

but sometimes my opinions change and i'm open to hearing thoughts on the matter slash things i missed! like i'm still not fully getting the episode title so pls feel free to explain that.

[divinelolita]

gm baeeee i missed uuuu😍😍😍

i jus thought of smth and now i’m gonna give it to youuuu

georg and tom(together cuz like why not and it can be headcanons or a full fic) who got a bf who kinda stims(for example clapping your hands, shaking your fingers, jumping up and down etc etc u can do more research later on if u want) when hes excited or doing things he rlly rlly likes BUT

but but but sadly in the past hes been called weird for it and if tom and georg gave reader smth they know he really likes on the outside it’s gonna look like he doesn’t care for it but he’s actually holding the stims cause he thinks his bfs are gonna find him weird😔🤞🏾(for me holding in stims can be painful cause it feels like your straining or holding in a really bad cough)

OMFG

I GOTTA DO THAT GUSTAV THING U SENT ME

ONE MIMENT

GEORG X MALE READER X TOM

hiiii bae i missed you more 😻�� if this is bad or inaccurate i apologize, i did try doing some research on the topic aswell

Georg and Tom exchanged excited glances with each other as they placed a perfectly wrapped box infront of their boyfriend. It was a shiny, metallic blue color along with a satin white ribbon. On the side of the box was written "To: M/N" . Tom looked at the boy excitedly, barley being able to contain a huge grin being spread across his face. "For you, M/N!" he chuckled to himself as he watched his eyes widen slightly as your face lit up.

"F..for me?" You questioned, slightly squirming in your seat as you felt your heart beat a little faster, excitement and nervousness pulsing through your veins as you ran your fingers gently along the sides of the beautiful box infront of him. Georg smiled warmly, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear as he looked at the boy with love. "Of course, M/N! You deserve it. Now c'mon, open it!"

With shaking hands, You inched closer to the box, carefully pulling off the blue wrapping paper to reveal a beige colored box, practically begging to be opened. "What could it be.." You muttered quietly to yourself, gently shaking the box making something rattle inside. "Well, it's not a puppy if that's what you were hoping for." Tom's dreads swung behind him as he leaned in closer, his voice tinted with a bit of sarcasm.

You giggled quietly, pushing Tom in the shoulder. You could barley keep still, your hands were shaking and you kept shifting from foot to foot. Georg looked at you expectantly, a warm smile on his face. "Alright, just open it already!" he chuckled, inching a bit closer to you. You took a deep breath as he unfolded the box gently. You drummed your fingers on the sides of the box with one hand as the other went into the box, pushing aside the tissue paper. You grasped the item in your hand, staying like that for just a moment before you hesitantly pulled it out of the box completely.

".. Oh my god." you said breathlessly, your eyes widening and your jaw slightly dropped, rotating the item in your hand. You rocked back and forth on your feet, hands shaking as you tried not to move them to clap or ball them up. You didn't want to drop the item your boyfriends had gotten you, but trying to stay still like this was starting to hurt you and make you more anxious.

Georg smiled at you softly, his hand rubbing your back slowly in circles. "Do you like it, M/N?" he hummed, pecking your cheek gently. You felt your heart beat faster as you gripped onto the item a bit harder, trying to control yourself with a deep breath. "I... Yeah!" you managed, legs bouncing under you. You managed a small smile as you tried to keep your stims and movements to a minimum. You didn't want to scare them or make them nervous, so you tried your best to hide your excitement.

Tom looked at you for a second before slinging an arm around your shoulder, a hand going to yours which was holding the gift. "You don't have to hide anything from us..We want to see you happy, babe." he coaxed, kissing your cheek.

Georg added, "We don't want you to hurt yourself or be uncomfortable. You don't need to hold back." he ran his hands down your sides, rubbing in a circular motion.

You tried to bite back the massive grin but failed, letting out s soft squeal as you tightened your grip on the item, bringing it closer to your face. "Oh my god! How.. How did you even get this?" you bounced on your legs happily, your hands shaking as you placed the item infront of you, looking at it with awe as you clapped your palms together quietly, waves of happiness wracking though your body.

Tom just chuckled, pulling you closer as he brought you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. "A wizard never reveals his secrets." you heard Georg snort beside you, guffawing at Toms comment. "A magician never reveals his secrets," Georg corrected, taking another step close to you guys as he looked down at the resent they had gotten you.

[hxney-lemcn]

Domestic Daydreams — Brett Hand x gn! reader

summary: Reader celebrates Brett's birthday and end up scoring a date :)

tw: One mention of sex, and it's Gigi... Rotting amounts of fluff omfg. I went all out with this one.

a/n: I had no motivation to write, but this has been bouncing around my head for a few days so I forced myself to write it. Also, the beginning is heavily inspired by this fic, as well as me recently giving my friend a crocheted jellyfish plushie I made <3

wc: 2k

Master List

I fiddled with the stuffed crocheted jellyfish I had made. I made it a few months ago, and Brett’s birthday was coming up, so I thought it would be a cool gift. But I felt anxious. What if he didn’t like the colors? What if he didn’t like jellyfish? Would he even want a stuffed animal? I stared mindlessly into the happy face of the jellyfish, wishing it would bring me some form of clarity. 

I knew it was silly of me worrying. I mean come on, this is Brett we’re talking about. I’m sure I could give him dirt and he wouldn’t mind. I let out a sigh, deciding to text him.

Hey, are you free for a minute?

I wasn’t expecting his response to be immediate. Although I wasn’t sure what I was expecting.

Brett😻: Of course! Did you need something?

I got something for you :)

This time, it took a few minutes for him to respond. I bit my lip anxiously as I noticed those damned three bubbles pop up and disappear a few times. 

Brett 😻: You didn’t have to Brett😻: Where are you?

My office 👍 Stop by when you can

I didn’t receive a reply after that, but I think I had an idea he was on his way already. I didn’t even notice the smile that crept onto my face. I looked back at the plushie that laid on my desk. Suddenly, the situation seemed less intimidating. I haven’t given someone a homemade gift before, but just texting Brett seemed to have calmed me down a bit. 

Before I could get too far, the doors to my office slammed open, and overly excited Brett on the other side. I quickly grabbed the plushie and hid it under my desk. Brett quickly walked up to my desk, eyes wide, reminding me of a puppy. 

“Happy birthday!” I exclaimed, shoving the plushie into his hands when he was close enough. I watched as his eyes scanned over it, and the tears that started to form in his eyes made me falter. Brett turned his gaze from the plush to me.

“Did you make this…for me?” He asked, admiration in his tone. 

“Uhm, not at first, but I thought you’d like it…” I admitted. 

Without another word, Brett pulled me out of my chair and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back, ignoring the tears that seemed to have fallen onto my shoulder. I rubbed his back gently, enjoying the warmth. I felt a giant smile work itself onto my face, happy that he enjoyed the gift so much. I never realized how nice it was to give people homemade gifts. 

Once he pulled away, his cheery attitude seemed to have increased ten fold, his smile seemingly ear splitting. He held the plush jellyfish close to himself, staring at me with what I could only describe as a loving stare.

“I will cherish this forever!” Brett exclaimed. “This is the best thing I’ve ever gotten!”

I smiled sheepishly in response, “I’m glad you like it so much.” Gaining a bit of confidence, I asked, “Are you free after work?”

“Yeah,” Brett said, his eyes lighting up even more if possible. 

“How about we do something to celebrate your birthday then,” I suggested. “Whatever you want.”

Brett opened his mouth before closing it. He seemed to be racking his brain for what he wanted to do before finally answering, “C-could we bake something together?”

My eyes lit up, that actually sounded really fun!

“Yeah!�� I agreed happily. 

We planned everything out. We were going to bake chocolate chip cookies since he already had all the ingredients and it would be at his house. The work day seemed to be a lot longer. I kept checking the time, imagining all the grossly cute things that could happen later today.

Girlboss Gigi💅: What the hell did you do to Brett?

?

Girlboss Gigi💅: He won’t shut up about this stuffed jellyfish, and he said it was a present from you.

Oh, I made that a few months ago and since it’s Brett’s birthday I thought it would be a neat gift. I didn’t expect him to like it sm tho 😭

That warm bubbly feeling simmered through me at this new information. God, I was so lovesick I felt like giggling at that moment. Gross. 

I mean how could I not fall for Brett? He was the definition of sunshine. He was so caring and sweet, literally a package deal. I tried to keep the feelings to myself, but my boss, Gigi, sniffs out any and all drama. The word quickly spread around, but no one seemed to really care, which I was grateful for. So I was left to simmer in my romantic feelings that I tried to hide as Gigi would bring it up from time to time.

Girlboss Gigi💅: He also won’t stop talking about you Girlboss Gigi💅: It was funny at first but it’s getting old fast Girlboss Gigi💅: You need to fuck him or something to shut him up 🙄

My jaw dropped at the last message Gigi sent, feeling my cheeks heat up, trying not to think about doing that with…Oh God. I know she tends to be crass but oh my god. She can’t just say that to me without giving me a heart attack. 

GIGI NO

He’s probably just excited because we made plans for his birthday

Girlboss Gigi💅: If y’all are going out for drinks count me in 😉

We’re… baking cookies…

Girlboss Gigi💅: … Girlboss Gigi💅: You two seriously make me want to puke Girlboss Gigi💅: Give me all the deets tomorrow <3

I laughed a bit, calming down a bit. When work was over I quickly went home and changed into something more comfortable. When I arrived at his place, I took a deep breath before stepping out of my car. I debated between texting Brett or knocking, but before I could make a decision, the door opened. 

Brett stood on the other side donning a pink frilly apron. I couldn’t stop myself from checking him out, though I tried to do it on the down low. I probably failed at that though.

“You’re here!” Brett exclaimed excitedly. “Come in, I’ve got everything set up.”

This was the first time I was outside of work with Brett. We’d typically eat lunch together, which meant that Reagan or the others joined in. He would drop by my office as well whenever he had time to just talk about whatever happened recently. 

I took my shoes off in front of the door, following Brett into the rest of his house. Everything was neat and simple looking.

“Here,” Brett grinned, handing me an apron matching his. I tried to tie it, but I kept accidently pulling too hard, causing it to undo the knot. 

“Do you think you could help?” I asked sheepishly, turning my back to Brett and holding the strings up.

“Of course,” He grinned, tying it somewhat loosely, but not too loose. 

“Thanks,” I smiled back. “Let’s get this started then.”

Brett nodded, going over the directions with me. I started with the liquid ingredient bowl while Brett started on the dry ingredient bowl. I added it all to the mixer, rereading the directions to make sure I was doing everything right. I turned the mixer on slowly and waited for everything to mix. I didn’t even notice that Brett appeared next to me. I jumped slightly when I noticed him. 

“Sorry,” He laughed lightly. His eyes seemed to have a slight haze to them, but I didn’t question it. 

“You’re good,” I replied. “Got the sugar ready?”

“You know it,” He winked. I felt myself fluster, I know he meant it innocently but the connotation was still there. I tried to laugh it off lightly, but it sounded somewhat awkward. The silence felt deafening between us and I realized that I should play some music. I took my phone out as Brett started to pour the sugar in the mixer. Looking through my variety of playlists, I decided to play Spotify’s Black & White playlist. ‘Again’, sung by Doris Day, started playing and I set my phone off to a safe spot on the counter. 

When my focus turned back to Brett, he was looking towards me, wide eyes and sparkling grin seeming to never vanish. No matter what, Brett’s cheery attitude always rubbed off on me. Whenever I’m around him, my cheeks hurt from how much I smile. 

“What?” I asked with a goofy grin. 

“I’m just so happy,” Brett said earnestly. I felt my heart melt. The world was rose tinted for me, and this all seemed so sappily domestic. 

“I am too,” I replied. I was so caught up in my own world, I didn’t notice the pink tint that coated his cheeks, or just how lovesick he looked. Brett quickly turned his face down to the cook book, eyes scanning over the next step. 

It continued like that for a bit. Longing glances shared over romantic music. My daydreams before I sleep are going to go crazy with all these new scenarios. I felt satisfied at our work as we put the two trays of cookies in the oven. When my gaze landed on Brett, I wasn’t expecting him to already be looking at me. ‘Put Your Head on My Shoulder’ by Paul Anka started playing, and the want to slow dance overcame me. 

“M-may I have this dance?” Brett stuttered out slightly, which surprised me. I mean, he always seemed so confident, I wonder why he was being so shy right now? 

I opened my mouth, not sure what to say exactly. I met his soft brown eyes and felt silly for overthinking it. If only I could feel this way all the time.

“Yes you may,” I replied, holding my hand out. When his hand held onto mine, I couldn’t help but bask in the warmth he offered. I put my free hand on his shoulder, Brett’s falling on my mid back. We swayed slightly to the music, and I fought the urge to rest my head on his shoulder. Damn song putting the thought in my head. 

I felt so content in that moment, just wanting it to continue forever. It was a hopeless romantic’s dream come to life. If only we were actually more than just friends. I finally gave in to my urges and rested my head on Brett’s shoulder. I closed my eyes as Brett softly hummed to the song. 

The need to confess suddenly overwhelmed me. What if I just told him right now? I mean…it really does seem like he likes me back. From what Gigi has said to the way he acts around me are like giant flags screaming his feelings. I just never felt so strongly for someone before, and I was scared about the what if’s. But at this moment, who cares about the what if’s? Us being a thing would be better than always wondering what could have been. 

Now the next problem, what the hell do I say? Before I could think on the subject further, the timer for the cookies went off. I pulled away hesitatingly, feeling cold without him so close to me. 

“Smells good,” I commented as Brett put on his pink heart oven mitts. Who made it legal for him to be so cute?

“Yeah,” He replied dreamily, placing the trays on the counter top. I grabbed a spatula and started placing the cookies on a plate to cool off. 

“Hey Brett?” I called out, placing the last cookie on the plate.

“Hm?” He hummed out, looking towards me. 

“What if we did something like this again, but as a date,” I said boldly. This time, I couldn’t deny the redness that littered Brett’s cheeks as he let out a short squeal. He couldn’t seem to hold in his excitement as he nodded vigorously. 

I already couldn’t wait for that day to come.

[gothsuguru]

hi there my beloved kairo i am here …… to talk abt fleabag <333 I GOT SOOO EXCITED WHEN I SAW YOU LIKED IT i need to know your favorite scene(s) and character(s) plsplspls 🙏🙏 is it the priest. i feel like it’s the priest. (he’s getocoded to me btw but you alr know that) ….

also sending you a big bouquet and some boba :3 💐🧋 i hope your day or night is going well!!!! whenever you end up seeing this!!!! ily <3

A FELLOW FLEABAG LOVER 🤝 listen i love that show SO much like phoebe is such a legend in both the writing AND acting department i love her SO much 😭

AND YOU ALREADY KNOWWWWWWW i loved hot priest soooooo much <333 the scene of him & fleabag at the church literally made me mentally unwell like i’m sorry but that’s corrupted priest!geto to a TEE… telling fleabag to “kneel.” and opening the confessional… he’s shrouded in all black… he took off the white collar… they KISS???

AND THEN LATER ON ANOTHER VERY SUGURU GETO CODED MOMENT (JDKSKSJDKSKSJDEKJEJE ARI I’M GOING INSANE ALREADY THINKING ABT SUGURU SAYING IT KDKDKDKDKDKDKD) WHEN HE TELLS HER:

“fuck you calling me ‘Father’ like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it.”

LIKE?:!:&:!3$3:$:$:! ummmmmmm. if suguru said that to ME…………………… sorry but not sorry 2 say that nsfw actions would occur immediately after <3

but also i love fleabag & her relationship w claire like the “i look like a pencil scene” had me cryifnfnfnfnfn i love everyone in the show SO much… also omfg the entire show is so sugu-coded like the FOX mentions??? the ending when fleabag confesses that she loves the priest and he just says to her softly, “it’ll pass.” i may have cried… just a lil bit… bc you know they do STILL care for each other but at the end of the day he chooses God. WHEW……. i know there’s never gonna be another season bc they ended it perfectly but i miss fleabag sm </3

BUT OMFG WHAT ARE YOUR FAV SCENES??? AND YOUR FAV CHARACTERS??? i Have 2 know… 🗣️🗣️🗣️ also have you ever watched “derry girls” i feel like you would fucking LOVE the show omfg 😭 i already have a feeling that sister michael & michelle would be your favs (i’m projecting bc they’re my favs) like it’s also another amazing show 😭😭😭

ALSO I’M ALSO SENDING YOU FLOWERS BACK FEEL FREE TO PLANT THEM IN A GARDEN <3 🌹🌸🌺🌷🪷 i hope your day/night is going wonderfully <3 MWAH! 🩷

[littlerosetrove]

Here’s my initial Spoiler Thoughts for 8x5 in no particular order.

Y’all, I laughed so much in this episode. I think this may be the funniest episode yet for 9-1-1. 😆

Bobby was so cute, he was so excited to play Cap Dracula. Heh, he's also competative with the other houses.

Eddie’s costume was not scary hahaha and he knew it.

“Oh my god, he’s real! He’s real! HE’S REAL!!” vghwsdjbk BUCK. OMFG. What is this like the second or third time Buck has traumatized kids on some holiday??? Sometimes Buck isn’t always uhhh intuitive?? with kids?? hahahaha

Tommy stayed the night to take care of Buck AND stayed on the couch to be close to him. 💕 And! He was indulgent in a positive way of Bucks ramblings and hyper focus on a topic. 

Chimney likes scary things, and yet is kinda scared easily. He contains multitudes. =3 Meanwhile Eddie could not be bothered. 😎

I was LIVING for the Buck and Eddie and Tommy dynamic this episode. They’re comedy gold together. I need soooo much more of it please!!

Shirtless Buck. 👀 👀 Although r.i.p. his chest hair and arm hair for that matter.

Hmmm Tommy’s comment near the end at the hospital, something about his amazement about having a support system that Buck has with the 118. Like, he’s already friends with Eddie and he’s Bucks boyfriend, and on good and friendly terms with Bobby, Chimney, and Hen. But I wonder if he’s still feeling jealous about Buck's family, the way he was back in 7x4? He shouldn’t at this point, but we’ll see if this is still a thing later on. 

I love Buck so much. He has such a compassionate heart, what with showing compassion towards Billy Boils at the end and visiting his grave, and saying Billy isn’t alone anymore. That was so dang sweet. 🥺

Karen. Just Karen. =)))

Was - was Josh supposed to be dressed as Eddie? Like why the mustache????

I can’t recall the phrasing, but Buck said something about counting on the people in his life and he was looking at Tommy when he said it. 💕💕💕💕

"Even my own BOYFRIEND won't kiss me." Like we know, but ahhhhhhh!!!

Tommy was SUCH a good and supportive boyfriend the entire episode I’m on cloud fucking nine! He may think curses are bullshit just like Eddie, but he was still supportive and there for Buck all the way through. Hello!? He dressed up in a suit to accompany Buck to visit Billy Boils’ graveyard!! This is the kind of partner I want for Buck!!!! He meets Buck where he’s at and shall I say, there for him in sickness and health. 👀

I need to think on it, but I didn’t feel super great in how Athena talked to and generally treated the teenage girls. Were they dismissive in the first classroom scene? Yes. But idk idk… maybe someone else will be able to articulate better my feelings on this. Like good for the girls for wanting to change their “whatever” attitudes, but yeah. 

Goddddd the entire Denny scene I was fighting back tears. Great work in the writing, acting, directing, editing, just all aspects of it. 👍

Nurse: Do you need to see a doctor? Buck: No, this is just my face. fcghvjhgfcghh 😆

Denny is the best older brother oh my god? He saved Mara’s life. 🥺🥺🥺

Jee-Yun was 1000% adorable as Toto. 

Hm. Hmmm the theme of this episode was missing out on important moments, but also your friends/family’s life. I wonder if Denny’s near death will be the kick in the pants Eddie needs to really start to work on himself, because he needs to, to then work on repairing things with Christopher. I also think at some point Eddie may go down to Texas to either just see Chris in person, because I really think that’s needed at this point, and/or to pick Chris up and bring him home. Very interested to see what Eddie will do next for himself and for Chris too. 

Tommy made Buck breakfast!! Literally no other partner has done this for Buck.

I really enjoyed this episode! In true 911 fashion I laughed a lot, then bam! Basically sucker punched with Feelings. I honestly want to rewatch this again because I enjoyed it so much, but also to watch all the Buck/Tommy scenes again too. 😌❤️

[salvatwh0re]

That’s so cool and exciting (I’m the last anon) can I be the cherry anon !🍒

Anyways my ultimate group is aespa and my ult bias is winter but it used to be BP and rosé! What drew me to itzy tho was actually I saw yuna do a cover of illusion by aespa so I started following itzy and then I thought that cherry was soooo gorgeous and her dancing style is so appealing. Then I learned that everyone called her ugly and the worst idol and I’m very spiteful so I fell in love with her even more because wth 😭😭

Anyways you’re now one of my fav bloggers just because of that so I’ll be sure to send you my success story which hopefully is soon! I also love pink but she’s on hiatus 💗💗

YES OMG my cherry anon 🍒

I LOVE AESPA omg my bias is Giselle 😜

also yes! i got introduced to itzy because of ryujin it was like a compilation on youtube back in like 2019 saying like “2 minutes and 30 seconds of ryujin being a chaotic gay” and then i looked up itzy and i was like omg chaeryeong is so cute and then she became my bias after watching their vlogs. but yea it also pisses me off that people call yuna a pick me and ugly because it’s the most untrue statement i’ve ever heard like wtf who came up with that. But yea my itzy bias wrecker is Lia and my BP bias is Lisa 🥰 my ult bias wrecker is Sana from twice cause she’s literally so cute omg and when i saw her in mexico i literally fell in love omfg that was my first twice concert and i almost passed out fr. i’ll update with more stories later cause i have lecture hall soon 😭

[dannineels4u]

Sexy thought… My GF found my Tmblr & saw my xdressed pics & saw my messages to hung men. She contacted me under an alias saying she was a Domme & wanted to watch me please men in person. I replied that while I would absolutely love that, I’m sorry but I can’t I’m in a relationship & I love her & this is just my fantasy world that she has no idea about… I hope you understand that I really want to, but I really can’t? She responds that she says that my gf not only would want me to do this, but she wants me to do it… I reply, how do you know? She messages me back, because I am your gf silly, now go suck a huge cock for me slut! Me: OMG that’s shockingly hot, but there’s no way because my girl is so vanilla. Her: Okay I’ll prove it, next time you see me I’ll be wearing a necklace with a tiny key on it… I won’t mention this conversation, but you will certainly know for sure & then we can begin having real fun, okay? Me: Yes Goddess… Her: Good gurl!

I was nervous before our next date night dinner meet, but telling myself that some chick was just fucking with my mind online, but when I met my girl at the restaurant she turned to say hi & OMFG she was wearing the keyed necklace & my face must’ve looked shocked as she leaned in & gave me a kiss & handed me an envelope, saying it’s ok sweetie, your instructions are in the envelope, so follow them & I’ll meet up with you a little later as she walked away.

So I sat down at the bar & ordered a stiff drink as I nervously opened my letter.

Dear Sissy, I’m glad you finally know that I know your secret desires & while I was shocked to have found out that you dress in my sexy clothes & flirt with hung horny men online, I think this could actually work out for both of us.

So I got us a room upstairs in this hotel, room #833. So go up there now & follow all the directions on the second letter I left for you on the bed;)

Love, Your Dominatrix!

My mind raced thinking of all the slutty messages I’d sent to all those men online… Everything was so dirty, slutty, so she must’ve seen plenty!

So I quickly finish my drink & head up to the room to read my next note.

I see the note on the bed & open it… It reads: I’m glad you didn’t run, now we will see if you’re all talk or which one of us can be the biggest slut!

Open the top drawer behind you & follow your orders on the next note.

Love, Your Cuck Goddess;)

OMG, at this point my mind is shifting between confusion & excitement, as I talk to myself… Ok she knows everything & this is a dream come true, so get your head in this game & enjoy this amazing gift!

As I then open the drawer to find another note stating: Put everything on & a nice woman will knock on your door precisely at 7:00

She has a key so you can anxiously await in the bathroom. There’s some wine & poppers in the bathroom, which you will need them both to handle this situation;)

She will be doing your makeup to make you look gorgeous & get you ready for a man.

Now shave your entire body, use Nair to get your cute little sissy ass squeaky clean. Put on the sexy clothes I picked, the heels, thigh highs, wig, etc. Slide in your little but plug & lock your cock in this flat chastity cage & congratulate yourself for being ready to be turned into a gurl & understand that you now have a clitty;)

Love, your Cuck Goddess

So I anxiously start prepping as my head spins & I quickly drink a couple wines to take the edge off this crazy turn of events as I shave & shower & put everything on & look in the mirror thinking OMG what happened, this was just a kinky fantasy & now I’m standing in the bathroom all dressed & waiting for my makeup artist to arrive! Knock knock, I hear as my stomach drops & I hear the hotel door open & close… Well here goes as the woman says ok honey let’s turn some lucky guy into a sexy gurl!!!!

She was done in about a half hour & wow I was fucking hot!!!

As she enters the bathroom & says oh yes honey we’re going to make you look irresistible to any man!!!

Now sit down & let me do my work because you have company arriving soon… She opened a laptop & pressed play & it was all sissy hypno vids playing in the background.

To be continued;)

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

rewatching season 1 of tlovm and fuck it i’m going to liveblog it, i don’t care that i’ll already be absolutely insufferable come friday:

- my brother and i watching this for the fourth time after finally having knowledge of dnd: “oh fince is just a drow….. not a really fucked up looking human……..”

- everything about the opening scene in the tavern makes it so obvious why i fell in love with vax,, the first thing he does is flirt with a hot man and then immediately attack him of course i love him

- they really said “we want to make it as clear as possible within the first five minutes of this show that these twins are bisexual” (and i thank them for it 😌)

- it’s so fun to spot all the matts throughout the show, i really hope they continue that bit in season 2

- it’s wild how recognizable all their voices are to me now… i used to have a hard time connecting the voices to the cast members, but now i’m just like. oh yeah hi it’s you.

- the legend of vox machina song is high-key what made me fall in love with the show

- :0 an airship! (i hadn’t watched much of c3 the last time i watched this show)

- forever and always soft about sam and liam’s kids voicing the little kids on the show

- crazy to hear a child ask liam o’brien “are you a wizard?” and for liam to answer no

- vax being so soft with the children makes me so emotional,, especially when you think about how he never got to have kids of his own/never got to meet any of his nieces and nephews 🙃

- this intro is The Most Intro.

- i am so fine and normal about the raven in the intro actually

- i get so excited about gilmore even before we see him (vex going “please, with the way that man dotes on you” and vax looking all flustered.. i love them)

- i believe in pike and vax sibling dynamic supremacy <3

- TUSK LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- my mom decided to walk in during vax and gilmore’s incredibly sexual flirting 😭😩 (she has never watched this show but she knows i’m obsessed with it)

- i love vax and gilmore so so so much i am prepared to be so unwell about them again in five days

- my mom is still here and scanlan is being scanlan :|

- wow i’m sure none of this dragon stuff is at all important later… definitely just a nice decorative rug…. 🙃

- vex i love you but you know so little about dragons all things considered,, i feel like she should at least know that they can turn human

- desmond is so viktor-arcane-core

- META PIGEON???? i never noticed that before omfg 😭😭😭

- gotta love the “titties work hard but emos work harder” scene

- i love the vax and grog prank war so much i hope they show more of it in s2 (the beard-shaving scene.. please…)

- never getting over how fucking pretty the twins look in their fancy getup

- absolutely haunted by the knowledge that matt and marisha voice the weird old couple that scanlan flirts with

- percy :( he makes me so sad :((

- simon!!!!!!! all i want is for there to be some reference to how vax got simon,, i want a thorn mention,,,,

- the scene with vax and the briarwoods you will always be famous <3

- i’m so conflicted because on one hand i feel bad for desmond but on the other hand…… no mercy percy hot.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

YUPPPPPP JAEHYUN IS CONFIRMED TO BE A MAIN CHARACTER IN “6 Hours Later, You’ll Die.” WHICH IS LIKE A MYSTERY THRILLER apparently his character is a killer who pretends to be nice (and the cute thing is when dojaejung had a fancon here in manila, they were asked about what genre would they like to see jaehyun in and they said mystery because they wanna see jaehyun’s evil or creepy smile!!! they were teasing BECAUSE THEY KNEW omfg i’m so excited to see how jaehyun will act out for this role and i’m hoping that it’s his real big break for his acting career considering dear m’s difficulties because of her co-actress’ issue 😭)

2 major Ws for us today for receiving this news about jae and us receiving a devoted update 🥳 but i feel bad for being happy when you had the update as a distraction for what you’re going through. i hope you’re taking care of yourself despite what happened 🩷 i hope that u heal and feel better soon!

just some Qs!!! what are some things up for devoted now? are the questions for the characters still open? i remember readers sending in questions for the characters here!!! idk how to navigate that much here in tumblr so i cant tell but did you update last friday at 1:27? is that going to be a thing again? missed your active era omg i might as well be again too after your update 😭 i literally told my friend to stfu since i thought she was pranking me about a devoted update to get my attention lmfaooo

and if only you’re comfortable to answer and share! how are you, really? what have you been up to? just wanted to check on u since you’ve shared some life updates before.

sorry about this long ass message but i just wanted u to feel that we’re still here 🩷 i used to be a silent reader but i realized how much it means to authors when readers leave a message whether its short or a long one :) hope this one cheered u up! thank you again, rj!

i never watched dear.m bec my attention span wont let me

but thats so cool!! THE UNIVERSE REALLY SAID YALL LIKE PSYCHO JAEHYUN, HERE U GO ugh manifested me thinks

regarding OPEN FORUM, you can definitely send some in as always!!

for update schedules, i can't promise a proper timeline for it since i'm back to full time* but i can promise that i'll be writing more often now and will have it updated as soon as i proofread it!

will hide the rest of my answer since im gonna rant AHAHAH

as for my... well being, i guess -- i'm in a gray area at the moment. *i said i'm back to full time earlier because for the months of May and June, I asked to be a part timer since it's slow season for our company. but that also meant my paycheck would be cut in half. I'm not really happy with work right now since it's so draining (i work 10 hours/5 days) and i want to quit and look for work but im not in a position to do so (i have no savings bc of family medical issues). so im considering finding another source of income, but idk what to do really.

so ye thats whats been happening in mi life 😪 ill be fine eventually ^^

[jayflrt]

oh nooo! maybe i forgot to press the ask button back then :”)

ANYWAY!!! i’m really good, thank you for asking! this semester ends for me very soon and then FINALLY summer break!!! i can’t wait to hang out at the beach <3

weather is pretty crazy around here though, we’ve been having on and off rainstorms for no particular reason, but when it’s sunny, it’s Hot

WHAT ABOUT YOU?!!?!! how’s uni going? do you have any fun plans for this summer? :DDD

JAY IS ADORABLE 😭😭😭😭 thank you for this blessing, how does he look good in Everything (AND HIS VOICE IS AMAZING AS WELL, the bills band live performance was so good HHH)

it also might just be me because sometimes i find asks on my laptop that i can’t even see on my phone D; so i’ll check my laptop later tonight :((

AHH THATS SO EXCITING !! do you have any plans for the summer?? the beach sounds so fun 🥹🥹 i went a few times this semester but my luck is so bad every time i try to sunbathe and read a book i get hit in the head with a volleyball 😡

omg the weather has been WEIRD here too :(( no rainfall but just random gloomy weather?? and then it gets hot and then cold again later?? so strange it’s supposed to be summer !! 😩

i’ve been doing pretty good tho !! i’m about to graduate soon so it’s pretty exciting ! 🥹🥹 i haven’t figured out my grad trips with friends yet but my parents wanna take me on a cruise 💗 i’m trying to make as many memories as i can before the year ends & just threw my last party so i’m feeling nostalgic !! 😔

I KNOW HE JUST GETS FINER AND FINER EVERY DAY i need to watch more enha content once i’m done with school omfg i’m starved

[lenievi]

snw2 #9

My personal episode ranking based on my enjoyment: 3 - 9 - 6 - 4 - 2 - 8 - 1 - 7 - 5

(this is my second time watching the episode)

- this is what bothered me about episode 6. Why wasn’t La’an welcoming him and doing a security check back then? Why could Kirk just move through the ship without escort? Was it because Pike was a fleet captain and Farragut was also “his” so a free movement of personnel was okay? idk (I probably won’t finish the post ep 6 fic now, but this was a thing I wanted to address in it lol)

- love how Kirk just immediately glances at La’an in the middle of his talk with Una

“Good to see you again, La’an. You still owe me that drink, if I’m not mistaken.” - he just decided it’s gonna be an ongoing joke between them lmao

- you know, some people are so excited about Korby - but like Chapel is gonna give up her career because of him, you know? What is so good about that relationship? People will be like good for her for going after what she wants and then... she will give up her career because of him........... (I mean SNW will probably do a subversion - unless they won’t - and have her return to Starfleet because that’s what her true path is or something, but we don’t know that yet. And people seem to want Chapel to become who she was in TOS...)

- OMFG I missed that Spock called Uhura “Nyota” the first time!!!!! I also like how this episode started to show more of Uhura’s flirty side and how much she was aware of Spock in this episode. I don’t think they’re ever gonna do Spock/Uhura in SNW, but they’re finally giving me what I wanted, showing them working together, showing her teasing him, and hopefully, one day, we’ll see them work on duets together

- I absolutely LOVE that Spock was the first to start singing. And Iove how the characters just reacted “wtf is happening”. And I love Pike’s reactions so much

- I love how La’an just marches to the bridge, Kirk slowly coming after her - probably thinking wow she really wants to get away from me fast - and then she starts singing and he’s all surprised Pikachu face lmao

this opening musical number is so funny. I love it so much

- no but really, Spock/Uhura scenes are so good

- so grateful for that Una/Kirk scene and conversation and a DUET!

- Wesley really studied Shatner, he even moves like him 

- I love Christina Chong’s song~

- I love the Sam and Kirk scene so much, but also Kirk just calling Uhura “Nyota” to mess with Sam is so funny

- I’m repeating myself but I just LOVE the scene between Pike and Batel lmao Pike just getting down on his knees sdhsjfhjshjfhsdj And we now know she’s called Marie~

- I’m so happy they gave me Kirk and La’an working together and still kind of mirroring their dynamic from Tomorrow3, but since Kirk isn’t the captain, he’s more apologetic (but not really). But he just wants to spend time with La’an (I’m probably gonna talk about this later in another post, but I think that because he has feelings for La’an - which he might not have actually been aware of until later - he just feels good around her and he sees working with her as working with anyone else - and she isn’t a scientist, she’s a tactician like him - but because he does have those feelings and feels really comfortable with her, sometimes the lines get blurry. But tbh it’s similar to the hot dog period and Kirk wasn’t flirting with her back then either)

- when Una sings about secrets and how they can keep you up at night and cut like a knife and it’s showing M’Benga and Chapel 👀

and then “a road to a ruin” and cut to Spock

- “We make a good pair. We should team up more often.” 🥺

- “Jim.” <3 (I kinda like that she was the first one - except for Sam - to use it, since everyone is like “James”. And ofc Pike in the finale but different timeline)

- of course, Kirk should see that La’an doesn’t treat him as a “friend” (he’s not stupid) and shouldn’t encourage her, but again, because I don’t think he’s in love with Carol, he’s forgetting himself because he feels the connection between himself and La’an, and he wants to enjoy the short time they have together. It’s not like they can meet that often. And lbr he’s not actually doing or saying anything inappropriate, but he isn’t innocent either (as in “he’s just like this, it’s all friendly, means nothing, he’s just misunderstood because ‘society’”. It’s not because he later says he “feels the connection”, so his actions are influenced by that connection and “i felt like i knew you”) - he is in a relationship, even if he thinks it’s a complicated one.

- is the Klingon captain played by Hemmer’s actor?

- Uhura and Spock just going to Chapel, and Spock making her feel things in order to make her sing. Cool guys. You brought this on yourself, Spock.

- when Jim messed up, it was when he asked La’an “Am I anything like the other me?” (his voice all changed). Well, I mean he was definitely caught in the moment and didn’t really think in that moment, and it backfired because when La’an told him that she liked how he looked at her, that he really saw her, he realized the gravity of the situation and what he was doing.

I think the dialogue was a bit awkward, since they needed to give us info, but I don’t think Kirk needed to tell La’an “I think you’d like Carol. She’s a lot like you.” - even though I guess it was meant as “I know you loved the other me, but I think you’d be happy with the choice I made here.” (even though I have feelings for you too^^)

(in any case I don’t think Kirk is in love with Carol, as I mentioned before. She’s important to him, she’s going to have his child, but he isn’t in love with her. That was always my impression from TWOK, and SNW just made that reading also possible. Maybe later seasons will invalidate it idk but for now, I’m going with this, because if I write a fic, I’m gonna go with it too. Now I wonder if I ever mentioned Carol in my mckirk fics, or if I only alluded to Janet hmmm Janet was always the one who broke Kirk’s heart for me; Carol and Areel were never serious relationships in my head.)

also in any case don’t @ me about how Kirk was disrespectful towards both Carol and La’an. I know that. Kirk’s an asshole. Yes, I like him anyway.

- people get obsessed with Spock telling Kirk “let me help” so I hope they also get obsessed with Uhura telling Spock “let me help” :P

- does the Enterprise only have 200 members? How???? It’s 430 in TOS....

- I love how Jim is like “points at Sam” while singing “we work better all together” (also he just casually seats at La’an’s console..... I know you’re a phaser officer or whatever, but it’s not your ship)

- I’ll also take the smile Kirk and La’an shared during the final number as “no hard feelings; we can still work together because we make a good team” (since s3 is far in the future anyway) 

- Spock really loves being the crew of the Enterprise. His running forward and joining the dance 🥺

- I also like they chose to put Kirk next to La’an when they’re all connected. It probably means nothing, but I do not care lol (I’m kinda sad they didn’t show the right side when they were all hugging and shaking hands, because I’d like to see if Kirk and La’an ignored each other like Spock and Chapel or not) [Also Pike and Una hugged in the blurred background and they didn’t show that either :/]

- Spock and his blood wine lol

[eupheme]

I had the pleasure of peeking at this early and just let me tell you - you’re gonna want to read this. It is *chefs kiss* perfection 💖 avo, you had me holding onto every word and they love they share still has me wanting to run laps around the room (not to mention how gorgeous your writing is!!)

the beginning was SO sweet, I love their sleepy morning and melting over him having more good days than bad. you can so feel their love and how obsessed they are with each other, I love that we got a domestic peek at their routines and how they share each morning together.

He is so utterly at your beck and call, a dog at your feet, so happy to obey. Anything for you, anything. 

Ugh love this - his devotion is everything, he’s so in love!!!!!

He knows he’s the only man for you… but hey, nothing wrong with proving it too. 

He is so thorough 😏 and THE GIRLS! I’m far Logan seeing Barbie before reader - I am 🥺💖 and that they’re at the school together, that is so perfect. And the ache at him watching Reader with the kid, the emotion there was so good.

And the pringles! The line about craving had me like 👀 Logan is so cute and uhhh totally whipped.

Logan stares for a moment and then saves the photo to his phone. All his albums are just pictures of you at this point. 

This is so sweet and so logan, I am melting! And not the dad-stance as he lingers during the movie, and then this:

One, he’s going to marry you, and he’s certain that every second that he hasn’t been your husband up until now has been wasted. // And two, he’s going to put a baby in you, like you deserve.

!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god. I love them talking about their Other Thems with Their Song, the way you weave in the emotions and memories is so perfect. They are not replacements of each other and you so feel that. (How he hums their song! 😭) And him being worried they will say no! I got choked for him 🥹💖

Logan blinks, taking in the sincere look on your face. There is only absolute adoration written there. It is a plain and simple fact: you love him more than he thought anyone could ever love him.

Oh! And the surprise with the ring had me holding my breath, and the bike and THE DOUBLE PROPOSAL!! Oh my god that was SO perfect - the laugh and how he crumbles and how they’re both of the same page is so indicative of how in sync they are and how well they know and love each other. And how they don’t wait until later, they immediately start celebrating, ahh I loved that! The passion here had me holding my breath, it was both screaming hot and so pretty - the perfect combo.

Loved Wade’s reaction - wanting to be the best man, the admittance that MAYBE he’s his best friend, I am grinning. Their wedding is so perfect for them, every detail was so touching.

“What the fuck! I thought this was a wedding?! Now I look like I’m in a competition for most formally dressed dickhead!”

Omfg. And seeing them both so happy (during their wedding and the honeymoon that follows) makes my heart ache! And oh my god what a honeymoon it is, I loved that.

Wheezing at Hank’s bedside manner, but oh I am so thrilled for them - their excitement is so sweet and so contagious. All the time in the world!!!!! This was such a perfect ending for them! You did amazing and I hope you are so proud of this, it was so lovely from beginning to end!! 💖

pairing: logan howlett x afab!reader. 18+, minors dni. fluff; smut (p in v unprotected sex; heavy breeding kink; creampie; oral - reader receiving). canonically bisexual reader. dp+w movie spoilers.

synopsis: you and logan have a pretty happy life… but there’s still something you want.

words: 10k.

notes: part 2 of say you’ll remember me. you don’t have to read it for this part but it is referenced. thank you @eupheme for being my beta, and for the use of the dividers!

Logan wakes to the twinned warmth of the sunrise and you curled around him like a cat. 

You’ve always been attracted to the way he runs hot, a creature of habit in any timeline. A magnet seeking him out even when asleep; you are pretty much a permanent fixture by his side when the weather is a little too chilly. Not that he’s complaining - he loves to sling an arm around you and feel you snuggle into him. Loves to keep you close. 

It’s nice, honestly; Logan has more good days than bad ones now. He never thought he’d get to see that again. Sometimes things get rough, sure, recovery is not a straight line - but you’re there with him on every step of that journey and he’s more thankful for that than he can ever express. You’re a grounding rod keeping the storm of his life in check. 

You intuit that he’s awake, something between you innately connected, and you begin to stir, body brushing up against his. He sleeps naked, usually running too hot to bother with any kind of pyjamas, and you’ve started sleeping shirtless too. Maybe it’s because he makes the bed too warm to stomach wearing one, or maybe it’s just because you like to feel his naked chest up against yours - either way he isn’t complaining. 

You stretch, arching yourself into his flank, blink open your eyes slowly. Smile when you find him looking down at you with soft, hazy, early-morning features. 

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he replies, voice rocky. You reach up to kiss him, as is the way you usually like to start your day. It doesn’t take long for the chaste peck to become something more: the gentle parting of lips, slipping out the pink tip of your tongue to meet his. His body stirs. He can practically smell the way your blood pumps faster, pooling at the apex of your legs. 

“It’s so early,” you faux-harrumph when you run your hand towards his cock and find it hardening. How can you blame him when you’re so fucking sexy? Logan hums, manoeuvring you both so that he can look down at your sweet face as you lie surrounded in cotton sheets. 

“Then stay right there, baby.”

He kisses a sleepy, loving trail down your clavicle; luxuriating along the plain of your chest, nipping at your soft stomach in a way which beckons a breathy chuckle from you, steeped in the gravelly tones of morning. 

“Mmm, Mr Howlett, you are an incorrigible fiend.”

“Incorrigible, huh? Big word for someone who says they’re so sleepy…” he mutters, smirk ticking up the side of his mouth as his calloused fingers dip under the waistband of your pyjama shorts. 

“Incorrigible. Insatiable, even.”

He drags them down your legs, slowly, taking in the sight of you bathed in the dawn’s roseate light. You move your hips to let him. 

“Hmm. You complaining?”

“Oh, never.”

He grins and gets to work.

Logan loves the tang of you on his tongue. You’re still a little sticky from last night, where he pushed you chest-down into the mattress and fucked you so hard he was slightly worried he’d break the bed frame. He didn’t - but he’s perfectly happy to try again. 

You let out a fluttery little breath, butterfly light, as he starts his work properly. Burying his face in your cunt, letting every sense be drowned in you. He drags his tongue along your needy folds and you groan above him, hooking a leg over his shoulder and sinking your heel into the thick muscles of his back. He could listen to the noises you make for hours, a little symphony just for him. 

“Fuck, Logan,” you sigh, blissful and light-headed. He lets his mouth focus on your clit as he presses a couple of fingers inside. It’s an easy intrusion, your pussy offering up no resistance, a mix of spit and slick aiding him. He starts to crook them in a beckon and the mewl you let out will stay with him for the rest of the day; he smiles against your cunt. 

“That’s it, baby,” you groan. Fuck. He loves your voice when he’s making you come. Would do whatever you tell him to, just point him in a direction and he’ll follow. He is so utterly at your beck and call, a dog at your feet, so happy to obey. Anything for you, anything. 

He speeds up his pace, hand fucking you in a simulation of his cock last night, tongue pressing hard and flat against your folds. You come in a flood all over his mouth, soaking his beard and dripping off his chin. His favourite fucking flavour. All the furniture in the room jolts as you send out a telekinetic wave of force, knocking over a lamp onto the carpet with a dull thud. 

“That damn lamp, we need to move it…” you grumble. Logan kisses your thigh gently. 

“Baby, if the fuckin’ lamp doesn’t fall over, I’m not doing my job right.”

You laugh. There’s a pearlescent sheen of sweat that’s broken out over your body but you’re giddy and joyful. An arm slung over your eyes does nothing to hide the smile on your face, so wide it must hurt your cheeks. Yeah. He’s done good. 

“Let’s go shower,” you say, in a way which he’d never dream of arguing with. You walk naked into the bathroom and pull him under the hot stream of water with you. The room slowly fills up with steam and Logan presses you up against the tiled wall, burying his face in the warm space between your neck and your shoulder as he sheathes himself inside. You drag your nails down his back and he growls in your ear, slowly pumping his hips to bring you over the edge again. 

Ever since that first morning that the two of you were intimate, you’ve been wild for each other; unable to go a day without keeping your hands away. Like teenagers who haven’t understood the concept of pacing themselves. He wants to be drunk on you all the time, always wants your gasps filling his ears, his name dripping from your lips as he makes you come. 

He knows he’s the only man for you… but hey, nothing wrong with proving it too. 

You spend a leisurely forty minutes in the shower with your back against the wall and your legs around his waist, then eventually do what you meant to and clean up. He loves to watch you wash, smell the perfumes of all the soaps you use. You look adorable with suds in your hair. Plus when you ask him to get your back with the loofah it’s just another excuse to touch you and god knows he loves doing that. 

He’s a man content when you finally return to the bedroom. 

Logan watches you pad about and do your morning routine, one he knows like the back of his hand by now. Once again: you’re a creature of habit. Pointing to the radio you use your powers to turn it onto the only channel the two of you ever listen to: an ‘oldies’ station which never plays a song made post ‘89– 

—he remembers a few weeks ago when you were both visiting Wade, chatting about how bad songs are nowadays, and your friend had challenged you: “okay you two geriatric lovebirds, no conferring - when was the last good decade for music?” Without missing a beat you’d both answered “the eighties” and, as Wade groaned at how ‘cringe’ you both were, Logan had fallen in love with you yet again— 

—and you smile and turn it up when Aretha’s I Say A Little Prayer starts playing. Logan watches fondly as you croon out the chorus, using the hairdryer you’re plugging in as a microphone. He loves watching you sing. You don’t always hit all the notes but that’s not really the point - the point is he gets to see you be silly and vulnerable and totally and utterly yourself in these moments, something he knows to hold dear to his heart. 

If you’re singing, you’re happy. 

Fuck, he loves you. 

The two of you get yourselves ready for the day to the music which fills the room, quietly happy in each other’s company. The sound of people getting ready for the day starts up in the hallway; kids coming down for breakfast and squeaking their sneakers on the hardwood, other professors grousing about lesson plans - unfortunately it's time to break the cocoon of solitude the two of you have made for yourselves and face the morning properly. 

“What’re we doing today?”

He squints at the calendar to try and make out your handwriting, attempting to ignore the gaze of the “hot bisexual lumberjack” of the month staring out at him with her barely contained breasts and suggestively placed axe (this had been your birthday present from Wade, and you’d loved it). You tut at him. 

“Logan Howlett, we need to get you some glasses,” you say, pulling on your own and pressing your finger to today’s date, reading out the scribbled ballpoint. “Let’s see… we’re both teaching until five, then looks like there’s a Flames game in the evening you wanna watch. I, however, have been cornered tonight: the girls found out I’ve never seen the Barbie movie so apparently they need to correct that - though I ask you, when I was living in a place literally called the Void, when I would have gotten the damn chance. People weren’t just throwing copies of that thing away. Apparently it’s a great movie.”

‘The girls’. The comfortable nickname you’ve assigned the trio of Laura, Ellie, and Yukio. Logan’s glad Laura has managed to find her people with them - he was secretly worried that, if she took after him too much, she’d be a little too stubborn to make friends at all. Nothing to worry about though. She’s thriving here, and he’s relieved. Happy, even. 

“You’ve not seen Barbie?” Logan asks. You’ve moved to the boudoir now and pause as you apply your face cream, bottle floating in the air centimetres from your neglected skin. 

“Wait, you have seen Barbie?”

He shrugs. Yeah. He doesn’t remember the context, he’d had two full bottles of whiskey by then - but for some reason they’d put it on at the bar he was drowning himself at and he’d sat through the whole thing, leaving a smear of pink on his memory. 

You blink, still gobsmacked. 

“Did you like it?”

Logan considers this for a moment, knowing you’ll call him grumpy if he’s too critical, but also sure you’ll never ever stop teasing him if he praises it. Oh, and god forbid Wade ever finds out…

After a long moment he settles on, “it was alright.”

You shrug, happy with this assessment. 

“Well, good. Guess I’m in for a good evening then.” You stand up with gusto, the indication you’re ready to leave. “Shall we?”

The two of you walk to the door, taking a moment when Logan pulls you into an embrace - your back to his front. You look in the mirror, admiring the couple you see in the reflection, something you do every morning without fail.

“I love you, Logan Howlett,” you say. He drops a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I love you too.”

And with that, the day begins. 

Teaching is a very broad term for what he does. Basically, it’s his job to help the older students with self defence. Every day he goes to get the shit beaten out of him by a load of kids but it’s also the best workout he’s had in over a decade, so he doesn’t mind too much. Keeps him in shape, keeps him sharp. Plus he feels like he’s actually doing something helpful, finally adding to the world rather than just being a burden on it. He spends the first period running battle formations with them, keeping them on their feet and quick to react. Can’t have them getting in danger, not when he’s around.

The class takes a break to get water and he finds himself staring out the window, smiling fondly to himself when he sees you leading a little seminar. After you spent all that time in the wild and then the Void, one of the things they have you teaching is survival skills - you’re a dab hand at getting by just with what you can forage. Looks like you’re going to do some practical exercises as he can see you leading a group of the younger kids towards the forest which surrounds the mansion.

Something happens which makes his heart ache. 

There’s a kid by your side you’re in animated conversation with, probably no more than seven or eight, and they’re looking at you like you hung the stars - just absolutely enchanted with how cool you are. Without thinking they slip their hand into yours for support or guidance or comfort, one of the three anyway, and after a beat you give them a smile. 

In that beat, even from this distance, Logan can see the bittersweet look on your face. The longing. You would wear parenthood well and it’s not fair that you never got a chance to experience it firsthand. It’s a sadness which weaves its way into his guts and stabs him there, an old kind of pain, one he felt for you in his own timeline.

Logan wonders if it’s too late. Are the two of you too old now? Would you both be too hurt if you tried and it didn’t take again? He wants to give you what you want, desperately, but he’ll be damned if he’d ever do anything to upset you; he can’t shake the feeling that’s where that road would lead.

“You okay?”

Laura’s voice makes him jump. She’s a quiet little devil, that’s for certain, definitely not something she got from him - all blades and bluster in his youth. He nods because he doesn’t really want to get into detail about his private life with his pseudo-daughter. 

But unfortunately she’s smart, and his eyes linger, so it's only a matter of her following his gaze to see what’s got him pining. She smiles a small, comforting smile. 

“If there’s a problem you should just talk to them. They’ll listen.”

He harrumphs at the fact a girl less than one-tenth of his age is giving him life advice but also knows that what she says is true. He doesn’t address what she’s said, instead cocking his head at the training mats. 

“C’mon, back to it.”

Laura groans and returns to throwing her classmates across the room.

The thought stays with him for the rest of the day though. After class, when he returns to your shared rooms and starts to get himself set up to watch the game, he finds himself thinking about you with a baby in your arms. A mix of him and you with soft skin and excitement for the world. His eyes, your smile, a perfect combination.

And you’d be so happy. 

Fuck. He’s too old to get broody but here he is, huh.

Logan sits heavily in his recliner, the one nice purchase he’s allowed for himself since getting this job, and opens a root beer. TV remote in his hand he switches on the hockey and settles in for the evening. 

After about twenty minutes his phone goes. He frowns, opening up a text from Laura.

there’s some Pringles in the kitchen can u get them for us please the love of ur life is hungry

Logan sighs and replies, thumbs slow and unfamiliar on a touchscreen. 

all of you have legs. get them yourself

Another message immediately: It’s a picture. You’re busy painting Yukio’s nails bright pink, glasses on the end of your nose and concentration on your face - but half torn between the task at hand and watching the movie you’ve been sequestered for. You look cute. Logan stares for a moment and then saves the photo to his phone. All his albums are just pictures of you at this point. 

Plssssss

is the final text in the chain. Logan definitively puts his phone away. He’s watching the game. He’s not going to get out of this chair to grab a tube of fucking Pringles, he’s not whipped. 

A moment. 

He groans.

Fine.

He gets out of the chair. He’s whipped. 

He heads to the kitchen and gets the requested snack, Hank giving him a knowing and sympathetic smile as they pass in the hallway. He finds you in the lounge, surrounded by girls. Clearly the news of the Barbie watch had gotten out and created a swarm because dozens of eyes look up at him as he lingers in the doorway like a giant awkward dog.

Finally you pull your eyes away from Ryan Gosling’s chest long enough to see why everyone has turned. When you spot him you light up.

“Oh! How did you know I wanted Pringles? Been craving those bad boys recently.”

“Lucky guess,” he replies, stepping carefully between pink dressing gowns and well-thumbed gossip magazines to pass them to you. When he’s within range you drop a kiss on his lips too, prompting an “oooooo” from the gathered crowd. You roll your eyes at them but smile at Logan.

“Thank you baby. What’d I do without you?”

He grumbles something non-committal under his breath and retreats, ignoring the shit-eating grin Laura is flinging his way. Eventually the crowd turns back to the movie. He tries to resist the urge to stand in the doorway with his arms crossed and watch along, the stereotypical father figure who insists he’s not interested, but finds himself lingering for a moment anyway just to see you.

Ellie has her feet slung across your lap, Yukio blows on her freshly-painted nails to dry them. One of the younger girls who’s been delegated to the floor by her older peers rests her head on your knee as she starts to nod off and you play with her hair for a moment - an action which comes readily to you, like it would to a parent.

Logan decides two things. 

One, he’s going to marry you, and he’s certain that every second that he hasn’t been your husband up until now has been wasted. 

And two, he’s going to put a baby in you, like you deserve.

On the way back he passes Hank again, who has an insanely huge sandwich stuffed onto a far-too-small plate - except this time Logan flags him down with a question, one which his colleague has to consider for a moment.

“Oh! Hmm. Yes, I’m pretty sure that it’s in the garage, sometimes the kids like to see if they can get it working again…” when he sees a scowl settle over Logan’s face he’s quick to add, “but none of them have been successful! I think the keys are in the ignition.”

Logan thanks him and heads back to your rooms, a plan forming in his head. 

You get back late. He’s listening to music and reading the paper, the game having finished long ago - the Flames winning of course, there was no other option, go Flames - the weight of the ring he’s swiped from your boudoir burning a hole in his pocket. He hopes you won’t notice - he needs to get your size, after all, and he knows he can’t ask you without rousing suspicion. 

“Hey,” you say, dropping a kiss on his cheek and yourself into his lap. The paper is discarded as his arm automatically comes to perch on your waist, dragged there as if by a magnet. Can’t not touch you for a second.

“Hey. How was the movie?”

“Yeah, pretty good! You know most of those girls hadn’t seen Legally Blonde? We had to remedy that after Barbie, apparently it’s considered a classic now. Fuck, it makes me feel old.” You groan and drop your forehead to his shoulder.

“You’re not that old,” Logan says, and when you come to fix him with a scathing look you find he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Tease,” you sigh, reaching in to kiss him, but stopping when you hear something on the radio. 

“What’s up?”

“Oh. This used to be our song.”

It’s AC/DC’s You Shook Me All Night Long. It feels strange seeing the way your eyes get a bit hazy, a bit distant for a moment. 

“Good choice.”

“Uh-huh. She… you liked it a lot,” you whisper, for a moment lost in a memory he has no way to share with you. It stings you both. But then you’re back in the room with him, smiling as if nothing had happened. 

“We must have had a song, right? In your universe.”

Is this painful? He isn’t sure. But you shared yours with him, so it seems only fair he make it even. 

“Yeah, we sure did.”

You narrow your eyes, purse your lips playfully.

“I betcha I can guess it.”

He hums. 

“Okay. What’s the bet?”

“If I can’t guess I’ll do that thing you like. If I can guess, you do that thing I like.”

Oh, well, when you put it like that…

“Why not?”

You search his face, reading him for any telltale signs. 

“Mmmm, male singer or female? Or both.”

“I didn’t realise you got clues…”

“It’s not a game if I don’t, is it?”

“Fine. A guy.”

You think for a moment. 

“It was Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns n’ Roses.”

Logan widens his eyes, genuinely impressed that you got it so fast…

“Holy shit.”

…But the grin which crosses your face suggests you’re playing a trick. 

“I hear you hum it a lot. It wasn’t a big leap, honestly,” you confess. He chuckles, but pauses for a second as he realises the implication of this discovery. 

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I like that song too.”

You don’t seem saddened by this conversation, so he guesses it’s okay - he’d never wanna hurt you by dredging up the past. Maybe it’s okay. Maybe it’s okay to reminisce about what used to be, while knowing what you have now is so strong and secure. 

Logan pulls back to look at you, attempting to affect seriousness but knowing he could never fool you for a second. 

“So you cheated, huh… doesn’t seem very fair…”

“Hmm, you’re right. I guess I’ll have to forfeit…”

You slide off his thighs and onto your knees in front of him, grinning as you go for his belt… but pausing so that you can use your powers to turn off the radio. 

“Unless you want to come to Brian Johnson’s voice, but it doesn’t do it for me personally.”

He laughs, actually belly laughs, and if the two of you aren’t engaged by the time the week is out he’ll be damned.

He’s able to go to a jeweller’s the next week under the guise of finally going to the city and getting glasses, and buys the perfect ring there and then. It must be fate that they have it in your size, a silver band and pretty stone. The caveat of this is, that for the ruse to work, he does actually also have to go to the opticians.

He comes back with a small pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and a chip on his shoulder about the fact they make him see so much better. You seem pleased though, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing the bridge of his nose.

“You look very handsome.”

“Mmmm…” he grumbles. You laugh and kiss him again.

“What are you doing today?”

“Workin’ on something.”

“Oh?”

“It’s a secret, can’t tell ya.”

You harrumph.

“A secret, huh…?”

“A surprise, then.”

You sigh dramatically.

“Well, okay. If it’s a surprise I suppose I’ll let it slide. The girls and I were gonna head into town to go shopping anyway so I guess I’ll see you tonight?”

You kiss farewell and when he’s sure you’ve left the manor he heads to the garage. It doesn’t take much searching to find his old Harley, hidden under a dust sheet and waiting patiently for his return. Logan can’t help the smile at the old thing, running his hand along the neglected metal frame and scaring a spider from its perch.

“Sorry I was gone for so long, baby,” he rumbles, then gets to work.

The next few days are tough. He doesn’t want to ruin the surprise, but you’re clever, always investigating without meaning to, noticing when he trips up on an inconsistency. So whenever you try and weasel information out of him he simply refuses to answer. You’re grumpy, sure, but he can think of a few ways to make it up to you.

He’s nervous in a way he hasn’t been for… well, a while. He’s sure you’ll say yes. You’ll say yes, right? You’ve already been married once before – to him – so the odds are in his favour, but still, he gets a churning feeling in his stomach when he looks at the little box. Anxiety. He’s far too fucking old to be anxious like a schoolgirl asking out a crush, he feels goddamn ridiculous…

But.

But.

What will he do if you say no?

Ah, he can’t dwell on it for too long. Logan channels all of his effort into fixing up the bike - even allowing Laura to join in when she crosses her heart not to tell you - and plans ahead. Checks the weather. Picks his favourite shirt. 

Takes the plunge.

That morning Logan asks you to prepare a picnic and then meet him outside the manor. You look up at him from the reflection in your boudoir mirror as Carole King floats from the radio, an eyebrow arched.

“Oh? Why?”

“C’mon, I haven’t cracked yet. You think you’re gonna get me now?”

You pout. You’re cute. He drops a kiss on the top of your head.

“It’ll be worth the wait.”

“Well-ll-ll… okay. I’ll trust you. Shall I wear those jeans? The ones which make my ass look great?”

“Baby, all jeans make your ass look great. You have a great ass.”

You grin and scurry over to the wardrobe.

He heads downstairs and brings the Harley round front, fingers tapping nervously on the hand clutch as he waits. For the millionth time he checks his pockets. Yep, ring still there. 

As you leave the front door, basket nestled in the crook of your arm, the smile which crosses your face is the same as if you’re seeing an old friend again.

“Oh my god! I had no idea this thing was still kicking around!”

You run the last few steps and put your hand on her chassis. You genuinely look a bit choked up.

“Fixed her up so I could take you for a ride.”

Your expression is so soft, so loving when you look at him.

“Logan… that’s so sweet.”

Stepping forward to press up against him you pull him in for a kiss, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He hums against your lips.

“Put a helmet on,” he says, handing one to you as you stow the basket. You fix him with an old-fashioned look as he presents it to you. It’s bright pink and has Barbie written across the side.

“God damn you Logan Howlett…”

“You liked the damn film. Keep hearing you sing that stupid song to yourself.”

You harrumph but don’t deny it, instead fastening the helmet on and climbing up onto the seat behind him.

It feels good when your arms tighten around him for support. Always feels good when your arms are around him, honestly, no matter what the cause. He revs the engine loudly a couple of times making you giggle, then speeds off.

He feels your fingers tighten in his shirt as he drives, weaving between whatever cars happen to dot the road as he goes. He’s not had a bike between his thighs for years now but you never really forget how to ride one. Besides, with you as his cargo, he makes sure to go safe. When he was a younger man he’d have been pushing the Harley to her limits just to get his blood pumping… nowadays he’s happy to take it slower. The longer the ride, the longer you’re pushed up against him, after all.

He’s still such a sucker for your touch.

It’s a nice day, and when he eventually slows down to the old lookout spot he used to take you to, you grin as you see the familiar view.

“It’s been a long time,” you sigh, eyes sparkling in the sun. You smooth your hair down where the helmet has taken its toll and start to lay out the treats you’ve packed onto a gingham blanket: thick-filled sandwiches, a fruit salad, a whole apple pie which Logan has no idea how you smuggled out. Fuck. He is so lucky to have you.

He sits and forces himself to eat, knowing the ring is hidden away in his pocket. You’re happy to take the lead on the conversation as you always are, chatting about your classes in between bites of roast beef, but cock your head to the side when a period of silence goes on for too long.

“Something’s on your mind.”

“What?” he asks, silently cursing himself for being so obvious. You reach out to rest a hand over his.

“Is there something you wanna talk about, Logan? It’s okay if there is. We can face it together, you know. We’re a team.”

As you let that sink in with him you wave your hand to bring out a thermos from the basket. It pours out two cups of coffee, both black, and you float one over to each of you.

He watches this with sharp eyes.

“You didn’t add any creamer,” he says softly. You smile, using your free hand to lift the cup to your lips.

“What can I say? I guess you got to me.”

You’re finally a coffee purist.

Logan blinks, taking in the sincere look on your face. There is only absolute adoration written there. It is a plain and simple fact: you love him more than he thought anyone could ever love him.

After a beat, he pulls his hand away.

He shifts to one knee.

Your eyes go wide.

“Logan…?”

“I gotta… you gotta let me talk. I need to get this out,” he says, slipping his hand in his pocket to grab the ring box. You cover your mouth in shock. “You’ve made me a better man. And more importantly you make me want to be one. I wanna spend the rest of our lives together because I’d be a goddamn idiot not to.” He opens the hinge and the ring shines where it’s seated in velvet. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh shit,” you say, then you do something unexpected. You throw your head back and laugh. 

Of all the reactions he was not expecting that.

Logan’s hands dip a little. What the fuck? Is this a rejection? Did he screw this up, monumentally misread the signs between the two of you? Are you having some sorta episode? What has happened to prompt this?

“Oh, baby, no - don’t be sad! Just… hang on…” you say when you see how his face has fallen. He watches as you root around in the picnic basket. “You won’t believe this…”

You shift to one knee…

…and pull out a ring box of your own.

Logan’s mouth falls open as you present a ring to him. A plain gold band, shiny and new - one you’ve had made specially for him. 

“I got your size from my Logan’s old ring. I’ve had it for days just waiting for the right moment and… I guess you have too.”

This information settles around him like a deep, sudden snowfall. His eyes can’t leave the little box you’ve pulled out. 

A smile creeps over his face.

“Holy shit,” he laughs, echoing your sentiment from earlier, and then suddenly you’re laughing too, head thrown back in utter joy. You throw yourself into his arms and press kisses all over his face: his beard, the end of his nose, all over his cheekbones, and then finally his mouth. He can feel the tears spill over your eyelashes and dampen his face, and holy fuck is he in love with you.

“So is that a ‘yes’?” he asks against your lips. He can feel your grin under his mouth.

“Depends if it’s a ‘yes’ from you.”

“Of course. I want you to make an honest man of me.”

“Then fuck yeah. I’ll marry you, Logan Howlett.”

Another glorious, effervescent peal of laughter falls from you and then you’re kissing him again. Together your hands fumble in order to exchange rings, a difficult task when neither of you will open your eyes and break lips, but eventually he manages to slide his ring on your finger and feels you exchange your own.

It feels good. It feels right.

Logan pushes you back onto the blanket, picnic forgotten for the moment. His mouth turns from sweet to hungry as he uses his body to cage you in. His hands drop to the hem of your shirt and start to pull it up so he can trace the bared line of your chest. 

“Logan, here?” you ask in a way which suggests here is great, actually. 

“Why not? Nobody watching. Just you and me, honey.”

He wins you over easily with that argument and your hands go for the top buttons of his flannel. When you find your fingers aren’t doing a fast enough job you start using telekinesis to undo them from the bottom, too. He drops his grip to your hips and fiddles with your belt and the fly on your jeans, groaning with pleasure at how easily you accommodate him and lift your hips so he can strip you.

“Fuck. You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he growls. His hand skims your underwear and takes a handful of your ass - god he loves your ass - as you rid him of his shirt so you can run your palms over the thick plain of muscle in his back.

“Look who’s talking,” you breathe against him, biting down on his bottom lip and tugging at it. Electricity shoots through him.

“Harder,” he mutters. You oblige him and sink your teeth in just enough for a little blossom of blood to spill into his mouth.

He’s going to go crazy right here on this blanket, you will drive him to insanity. What bliss. 

He kicks off his jeans and starts grinding his clothed cock against the fabric covering your cunt, like two teenagers so desperate to get off that they don’t even bother to get naked first. His blunt head catches on your clit and you groan at where you can feel him leaking.

“Love it when you fuck me, Logan,” you sigh. He’s not sure if it’s pride or arousal which throbs through him, probably both, but he realises then he has to do now what he should have done a long time ago.

Claws come out, he cuts your underwear off and you squeal in delight. For a moment he considers just sliding inside but if he’s going to do this, it has to be done properly.

So he pushes your legs upwards against your stomach, in a way which he knows your hips will complain about but your pussy will love. Your mouth is a soft little o as you realise you are being manhandled into a mating press. 

“Logan…?” you breathe, a little confused but giddy with pleasure, sucking air in sharply when he rolls his hips to try and slide his cock inside your wet heat. 

“Wanna put a baby in you,” he states, simply, growling it out. Your eyes roll back and you moan at his words, what a pretty sight. 

“But we… oh fuck… I don’t know if we can…”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he manages, pressing his hand to the soft paunch of your stomach under which your womb sits, “let me try.”

Your eyes go wide as your head empties.

“Okay, yeah. Do it. Fuck a baby inside me, Logan.”

What sort of loyal dog would he be if he didn’t follow orders?

His legs trap yours against your body as he starts fucking you in earnest, pressing home inside you with one rough thrust. You mewl and knead at his skin with worshipping hands as he moves. Each undulation of his hips buries himself in you impossibly deeper, so he knows when he spills inside you it’ll be right where it needs to take.

“Fuck…” you hiss, palm cupping his face so he can look down at you, gaze on your gorgeous face. The crease of concentration between your brows as you register how tightly he’s nestled inside you, lips soft and kissable. Your hair blooms like a halo, an angel silhouetted against gingham.

He loves you. Oh, how he loves you.

“Wanna be so full of you, Logan… want to walk around with your baby in me. Show everyone who I belong to.”

He growls but he also knows he belongs to you, too. You have his heart in your ribcage beating alongside your own, a thing he has freely given because you’re the person who most deserves it. He’d never want it to rest with anyone but you.

Logan moves his hips in slow, sensual movements, taking time to luxuriate in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your walls. When he presses back inside he sees the way your eyes roll back as he hits that sweet spot, gloriously blissful.

“Gonna take you somewhere nice n’ quiet on our honeymoon and keep you in bed, doll. Fuck you until you’re full. Not gonna stop until we’re sure it’s taken. Watch you get all round with me. Goddamn, can just imagine how you’ll glow.”

You gasp at the filth he’s muttering but the grin on your lips show you’re incredibly enthusiastic about that idea.

“Yeah… want you to fuck me whenever you want, Logan… bend me over and fill me up… I’m yours, only yours…”

Something about the way you sigh that last part flips a feral switch in his brain. His hips speed up and the slap of skin on skin echoes from your hips, and then he’s coming in thick ropes to paint the inside of your pretty pussy. Mark you up as his. You groan at the feeling of warmth blossoming inside you but he knows you haven’t reached your peak yet. Usually he’d make sure you orgasm before him… but he has something a little different in mind right now.

Logan slips out of you and you mewl in the displeasure of being emptied. This doesn’t stop him manoeuvring your ass into his lap, though, keeping your legs spread so he can push three fingers inside your warm and willing entrance. A groan rips itself from your throat as you clamp desperate fingers down on his forearm. Were he a human man you’d leave fingerprints for certain, and for a moment Logan regrets that you can’t — he’d love evidence of this tryst; apart from your growing belly, of course.

“Fuck. Yes, Logan, push it inside me,” you whine. Oh goddamn, he’s so easily broken when you beg. He uses his fingers to gather up his spend as it tries to leak from your fucked-puffy cunt and presses it back into your hole. As he goes he makes sure to crook them inside you, hitting the same spot he was with his cock just moments ago.

All you can do is hang on and choke down air as he fucks you with his hand. He’s an expert at your body, can play it like an instrument; it doesn’t take long to get you where he needs you. He feels your walls twitch and then you’re coming around his knuckles, a filthy mix of his release and your own dripping all the way down to his wrist.

You collapse back onto the blanket, gasping for breath as your wits return. As he slowly pulls his hand away from you, you reach out to grab him and pull him to your mouth, sucking the cocktail of you both from his fingers and running your tongue around him.

He groans.

“Fuck. You’re gonna ruin me.”

“But what a way to go, huh?” your smile is devilish. He can’t help but reach down and kiss it. Your hand tangles in his hair and scratches his scalp affectionately. 

A beat.

“So… we’re trying?”

You don’t need to specify for what. He knows. When Logan pulls back there’s an expression of barely-concealed hope on your face. Makes his heart melt. His fingers move to lock with yours, squeezing gently down on your knuckles.

“Yeah. We’re trying.”

He’s never seen you look so happy. You trace your abdomen with a careful hand. The ring he got you glints on it, the stone reflecting the sunshine. 

“Well, okay then.”

It doesn’t take long for news of your engagement to spread. You tell Laura who puts it in a group chat she has with the other students in the mansion, and from there it has no chance of staying secret. In fact you return after you finish the picnic (and an attempt to tidy yourselves up) to a chorus of ‘congratulations’ from a gathered crowd at the door. Logan pretends to be grumpy but honestly? He wouldn’t trade the look of joy on your face for anything. He shows off his ring alongside yours and people coo with adoration at how cute you both are.

Once he’d have snarled at ‘cute’. Now he just accepts it as you snuggle into his side. 

You go to meet up with Wade and Al a couple of days later to tell them but it turns out word travels fast. The apartment door is thrown open in your faces as Wade pours accusingly. 

“I can’t believe I had to find out about this via social media from a teenage girl! What am I, back in high school? Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t want to deal with puberty again, it wasn’t kind to me,” he says, waving his phone at you to show a cheerful post about the engagement put up by Yukio. Logan doesn’t get a good look, but does see the words “still find love in old age” which makes him bristle.

“Sorry, Wade. But you know, we live in the same house as her,” you say, sounding genuinely quite apologetic. Wade deflates a little at your tone, but keeps the act up anyway.

“Big-ass house. Coulda kept your damn hands in your pockets…” he mutters, but then gives you a sincere hug. When he turns with his arms open to Logan, he sighs and accepts one too. “But really, I’m happy for you two. Just don’t forget about your old perpetually single buddy Deadpool when you’re off bumping uglies as a legally wedded couple…”

“I think I might try and forget you during those times actually, Wade,” you say with a laugh. 

“Hmm. Oh wait, holy shit - can I be your best man? I promise you I scrub up pretty well. Well, apart from the face. Mmm, and the rest of my body. My ass looks great in a suit is what I’m saying,” this is directed at you and you give Wade a sad smile.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry, I already asked Laura. We kinda trauma bonded in the Void,” you say. Wade’s eyes slide over from you to Logan.

“Oh my god,” he grumbles.

“C’mon, peanut! Isn’t that what best friends are for?”

Logan opens his mouth to snap that they are not best friends but then… he just sort of… closes it. He’s too old to have a best friend. Grown men don’t have best friends. Or at least that’s what he’d have said a scant few months ago. But now…

“Fine,” he sighs. Logan feels you squeeze his hand in joy as Wade lets out a woop which startles Al.

“Yes! I won’t let you down buddy. I’m gonna give you the best dry bachelor party of your life. The strippers will be so hot you won’t even need beer to make them look good!”

“Wade…”

“Joking! Joking…” he says, in a way which suggests he probably wasn’t - though about the quality of the strippers or there being any in the first place, he can’t be sure.

The two of you don’t want a big wedding. You had one in your own timeline and know how stressful it can be. You’re both able to come to the same reasoning: it isn’t the size of the celebration which matters, but that you’ll be married by the end of it. That’s what it’s all leading to after all. Every morning Logan wakes up to the weight of your ring on his finger and he feels complete. He feels grounded. 

He’s happier than he’s been in a long time; maybe ever.

You book a day to go down to city hall and sign the marriage certificates, only in a couple of weeks’ time. The kids all make you cards, shoving them under your door or handing them over during lessons. Soon your room is covered with crayon-scribbled well-wishes and poorly drawn felt-tip depictions of you both. Mostly, it’s you smiling, and Logan snarling with his claws out. You laugh every single time you see one, so he doesn’t mind too much. There are always little love hearts doodled between you anyway. At least the kids know you’re happy together.

Time moves by quickly but maybe that’s just a symptom of being in love. Classes no longer drag on and drain him, instead Logan starts every morning with the vigour of a young man… though the fact that he fills you up every morning before you both head to work might help. It’s strange; you never use protection anyway, but now it feels like there’s a purpose behind the way you fuck. Any position where he gets to see your face as he comes deep inside you will do it for him honestly. He could live in your cries of pleasure, the way you mewl his name, the duty of putting a baby inside you. Before long, those couple of weeks the city hall needed to get your paperwork in order are up, and the day arrives that you’re finally able to go and make things official. 

Logan wakes in bed alone. This is expected. He came home late last night after his bachelor party which, to be fair to Wade, wasn’t so bad. The guy had just organised some friends to play poker late into the night. Due to - what Laura has coined as - his natural ‘resting bitch face’, he cleared everyone out. He’s two hundred and sixty dollars richer so now he can grab you some nice flowers on the way to the wedding. He’d gotten a text saying that you were staying at a hotel in town for the night, the girls had insisted on keeping you separate because it’s tradition. Logan isn’t sure what about this whole situation is exactly traditional, what with all the crossed timelines and long-lost soulmates, but if it makes you all happy he’ll relent.

He showers, missing your body in the steam with him, then walks naked back into the room to grab something nice to wear, fingers fumbling with the radio as he goes. It picks up just as the host is introducing the next song.

“...goes out to Logan from ‘the love of your life’, who is pretty sure you’ll have the radio on by now! Apparently you’re getting married today? Well a big congratulations from everyone here at the station, you two, enjoy this classic tune…”

Chapel of Love by the Dixie Cups starts to spill out from the speakers and Logan chuckles, grabbing his phone and tapping out a message.

Cute.

You text back almost immediately. He can imagine you grinning at your screen as the music plays, waiting for his reaction.

I am. Can’t wait to see you today, baby ♥

Yeah, he can’t wait to see you either.

Seeing as it’s meant to be a relaxed ceremony you’d both decided not to wear anything too formal. Logan pulls out a white dress shirt and a fresh pair of jeans, toeing on the boots he cleaned last night. He looks at himself in the mirror before deciding to roll his sleeves up to his elbow. For some reason you go crazy when you can see his exposed forearms; you say it’s “pure unadulterated sex appeal”. He’s never understood it himself but anything to make you smile. 

Laura grabs a ride with him in the pickup he uses. She’s wearing leggings and a baggy suit blazer but he has to admit, the kid looks pretty cool. Despite his several warnings not to she sits with her feet on the dash playing with her phone, calling him a boring old man for not wanting her to go through the windscreen. 

“Remember I heal like you, dummy. It’s no problem.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want you turning up to my wedding covered in glass with your clothes ripped to shit.”

She grumbles and relents, ever the petulant teenager.

He manages to get parking nearby, so someone up above must be smiling down on him, takes the short walk to the city hall - making sure to get a ridiculously large bouquet as he goes. As he takes in the smell of roses he realises it isn’t that he’s feeling nervous per se, but there’s definitely an anticipation running up his spine. Realistically he knows nothing will change when the two of you are married on paper.

But… kinda everything will change.

He spots you talking to Wade on the grey stone steps, and his mouth is pulled into a smile at the cute little dress you’re wearing. You had been going on about how you picked it up at the thrift store - what a bargain! - and now he sees it, he agrees about how it highlights your figure perfectly. You light up when you see him… and Wade’s face falls as he turns.

“What the fuck! I thought this was a wedding?! Now I look like I’m in a competition for most formally dressed dickhead!” he says, gesturing to himself. He’s in a full black tuxedo and is definitely the most suited up person for about five blocks.

“It is a wedding. Not my fault you never asked the dress code,” Logan states. You burst into laughter as Wade pouts, but he seems to be taking the ribbing pretty well. Your hand tangles into Logan’s. He looks at you.

“Hey,” you breathe, taking the flowers and taking a deep breath of their sweet smell. “Thank you, these are lovely.”

“You deserve the best, baby.”

“Aww. You know, look great.”

“So do you.”

“We scrub up pretty well, huh? Great choice on the sleeves, by the way.”

Logan smiles into the kiss he presses to your lips. Laura groans at the public display of affection.

“C’mon, your slot is coming up. You two wanna be late for your own wedding?”

And so you traipse up the stairs to the office where the smiling registrar has you fill out the paperwork to officially be married to each other. When you see Logan’s hands shake a little, you press your own to the small of his back and rub small soothing circles there. Wade and Laura cheer when you have your first kiss as a wedded couple and burst party poppers of confetti over you both. The group of you stand together and get a picture to celebrate the day: Logan’s arm around your waist while yours is secretly perched on his ass, Laura grinning and holding the bouquet for you, Wade laying across the front of you all Breakfast Club-like. 

Logan smiles so hard his face hurts.

It’s nice.

Though the two of you didn’t want a party it’s pretty hard to convince the kids at the manor of anything, so you get back to a banner reading congratulations! It’s held by your youngest students who cheer as the group of you get out of the pick-up. Yukio rushes in to give you a tight hug and you laugh, joyful at the love you’re walking into.

The dining room has been cleared to set up an impromptu celebration space. A metric tonne of pizza has been ordered and Piotr, the rather willing DJ, makes sure nothing pre-1989 is played. 

He’s never really been one for dancing, but when you drag him to the middle of the wooden floor and wrap your arms around his neck Logan can’t help but sway with you to all the cheesy love songs. You press your forehead to his, tips of your noses meeting. You breathe in harmony. You let the same air fill your lungs.

“I love you,” you sigh a dozen times over, dreamily.

“I love you too,” he breathes a dozen times back.

When you throw the bouquet that evening you’re in such a good mood you both forgive Wade for body-checking a kid to grab it out of the air.

Logan thinks about his life and smiles.

He’s got it pretty good.

He takes you on a honeymoon for a week to a little cabin in the woods he rented out. It’s in the wilderness, miles from anyone or anywhere, which means he’s able to do what he wants with you: have you naked the whole time.

The two of you don’t do anything but fuck, and you’re very down for it. Something about married life has you more horny than you’ve ever been before. For the first couple of days you hardly leave the bed, Logan only heading to the kitchen to grab you some food to keep your energy up between sessions, pumping you full of his come until you’re a sticky and sated mess. He feeds you slices of pie as you lay dazed on the mattress, a pillow under your hips to keep his spend from dripping out of you.

“Fuck, Logan, you’re gonna kill me,” you groan as he starts rocking his hardening cock up against you the fifth time that day.

“Nah, baby. You can take it.”

You fall asleep with him buried deep inside of you so that the thing waking you up the next morning is him rolling his hips. It’s a pretty fucking good way to start the day.

Eventually the two of you leave the bedroom and walk around the place. Autumn is coming in properly now, the green of the trees outside turning to reds and oranges. You wrap yourself in a blanket and stand at the huge windows looking out at the vista, your aesthete sensibilities pulling you there. Silhouetted in October’s light, Logan can only be struck by how perfect you are: your body, your heart, your soul. His, all his.

He’s the luckiest goddamn man alive.

He takes you against the windows, your chest pressed up against the cool glass and making you gasp in thrilled pleasure, rubbing loving circles on your clit until he feels you clench around him.

At night the two of you huddle by the wood-burning fireplace, the flames dancing across your bodies as he makes love to you slowly, non-hurriedly, letting you enjoy each other. You push him onto his back and ride him, head thrown back so he can appreciate the long line of your neck which he traces with thick calloused fingers.

Fuck, he’d keep you here forever if he could. A little slice of perfection made for just the two of you. Nobody to bother you or call you away for duties, just your love and all the space it needs.

It’s a shame when the two of you have to return to the manor, but he has a job to do. Kids to teach. A Wade to keep in check. It’s easy to slip back to day-to-day life, though, when he has a wedding ring on his finger and you in his bed.

That is until one day he finds you with your head in the toilet, emptying your guts of the day’s breakfast.

“Logan, I don’t feel so hot,” you groan. He goes into panic mode, worrying you’ve got some sorta bug, practically carrying you to Hank’s lab so the doctor can get a good look at you. When you get there, he doesn’t seem incredibly impressed, but checks you over diligently because he’s a friend. 

“Look, I don’t mean to be crass, but have you taken a pregnancy test?” he asks, bluntly. Your eyes go wide over the glass of water you’re sipping.

“Well, no, but…” you trail off. Logan can see you counting on your fingers, trying to make something add up in your brain.

“Ah. Right. I don’t have one but I do have an ultrasound scanner, it was one of the things Charles foresaw a use for I suppose…”

So Logan stands there as Hank wheels the thing out and has you lay down on a counter - this isn’t the med room after all, there’s no beds in here. Your hand grabs onto his as Hank carefully lifts your shirt and presses the wand to your stomach.

There’s no mistaking the image on the screen. Head, body, arms and legs. The baby’s picture thrums. Hank does not seem surprised.

“Yep, there it is. You’re pretty far along. I’m not an expert, but I’d say three months?”

“Three…!” you look at Logan as if this is his fault. Which, he supposes, it sort of is. “But we’ve only been… uh, trying for a few weeks now.”

Hank shifts uncomfortably. Logan wants to die. He does not want to talk about his sex life with a peer.

“Have you been using birth control?”

“Well, no, but…”

“Then I think you have your answer. Nature did what it does best.” He manages a smile. “Congratulations to you both. I’ll uh, let you have a moment alone.”

He practically runs out of the lab. The two of you are left sitting there in silence.

Then slowly, so slowly, your hand comes up to rest on your abdomen. You look down at the point of contact and tears well up in your eyes.

“Logan…”

With one word you summon him, his strong arms wrapping around you and holding you tight, an anchor in this moment of joy. He buries his lips into your hair as you sob, utterly overwhelmed.

“Fuck, we did it, baby,” you manage to choke out. His hand comes to rest on your own and then you switch, covering it with yours so that he can feel the skin of your belly. It’s warm and soft. It feels strange knowing that his child is in there. Strange but right.

He gave you what you deserve. His heart beats a little faster and he realises his vision is blurry, too. Fuck. Look at him, welling up. 

Ah man, he doesn’t care.

The kiss between you is wet and desperate, an act of triumph and elation. As his mouth presses deep into yours he feels you tug at his shirt, pawing at him like an animal.

“Honey, I’m not gonna fuck you in Hank’s lab,” he states. You whine beneath his lips.

“But I wanna celebrate…” you mewl, hitting him with the doe-eyes. He scoffs a laugh and you pout. “Besides the pregnancy hormones are driving me crazy.”

“You just found out.”

“Yeah, weird how quickly they can take effect…”

Logan gently but firmly removes your exploring hands.

“We can do it somewhere our friend and coworker doesn’t spend his whole day. C’mon,” he silences any protestations with another kiss, soft and loving, “we have all the time in the world, baby.”

You run your fingers through his hair, eyes still a little dewy, but smile is undeniable.

“All the time in the world…” you sigh, a promise. 

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[atlafan]

I need to complain for a second because that’s what I do best:

So, my brother and his wife are going to a concert on Sunday evening. Their sons are going to sleep over at my mom’s. A night with Mimi, super fun. I mentioned I wanted to do pumpkin painting with the boys so my mom said I could come over to join them on Sunday around 5:30. Perfect. That gives me the day to do whatever and I can feed Henry before I go.

Apparently, my brother didn’t know the venue was standing room only. Which is odd because these days nowadays when you buy tickets no matter what site you buy them from, it shows you a picture of the venue, and when you purchase the ticket, it tells you if it’s GA or standing room or if you have a seat. Fine. Whatever. So my mom mentioned to me that my brother and his wife wanted to drop the boys off a little earlier. My mom works 9-5 on on Sunday. So I was like okay no problem. My sister in law hasn’t told my mom specifically how much earlier, so I said I’d reach out and ask since I’d be getting to my mom’s to be there for the dropping off the boys. I’m expecting like 4:30.

No.

She tells me 3PM. Idk what kind of traffic or what the fuck they think is going to happen. So at first I said okay yeah 3 works. But I was like shit I can’t bring Henry to my mom’s because he’ll be too rambunctious, my mom has two little dogs one of which is blind, and my sister and her baby might come over. My mom is also annoyed that I’ll be by myself with the boys for like two hours because that’s not fair to me. Like all I wanted to do is paint some fucking pumpkins with my nephews. Now I’m babysitting and have to keep they preoccupied. So I told my mom I’d come up with a story to see if they could drop them off later.

So I texted my sister in law and said I had a nail appointment and I wouldn’t be able to get to my mom’s until 4. An hour later my brother texts me asking what’s up. So I tell him the same thing. I was like I might be able to do 3:30 I’m doing the best I can to help out. And he said he wasn’t mad and he appreciates me helping out. So then I call my mom, and she’s with my other sister and my brother texted her to see if she could be there to hold down the fort so I was like omfg and I texted my brother and I was like I moved the appointment around so I can still come at 3.

So now Henry isn’t going to eat dinner until like 8PM, which is fine, it’s more me feeling bad. But also now it’s gonna be like my whole day because I’ll have to leave my house at 2:30 to get to my mom’s for 3. And by the time I get home that night I’m gonna be too tired to do any of my usual Sunday night things. And like I’m the grand scheme it’s fine, I just don’t like that all of a sudden they didn’t know their tickets were standing room. And also what if I couldn’t get there earlier? Like it’s almost taking advantage of the situation. And I feel like everyone thinks I have all the time in the world because I’m not in a relationship anymore. I’m excited to be with my nephews, but this is going to be a whole thing now. So I hope they don’t mind watching a movie on my iPad because I’m not painting shit until my mom gets home. She got them a ton of fun craft things and I’m not starting without her. Period!