#Like I'll call it a trash site with the rest of you but it's trash [affectionate] and also it's more treasure than other sites

[airagorncharda]

not to be too much of a rebel but I genuinely enjoy this website. If I didn't I would leave.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

ROOM FOR RENT

PAIRING: logan howlett x female reader

RATING: explicit (18+) | WORD COUNT: 5.3k

SUMMARY: logan finds a new roommate.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i have logan howlett brain rot and i’m not sorry. big smooch to everyone who let me yell about this to them including @eupheme @pedgito @wannab-urs @chaotic-mystery @kedsandtubesocks @undrthelights and @murder-wife 💕

WARNINGS: post deadpool & wolverine, variant!logan howlett, able bodied reader, reader being picked up (enhanced strength babyyyy), roommates to lovers trope, meddlesome pet cat, a splash of canon typical violence - mentions of blood and knife wounds, wade wilson/deadpool appearances, mild angst, explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact) - dirty talk, pain kink, biting, pet names, praise kink, oral sex - m & f receiving, a little dacryphilia during a blowjob, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, begging, size kink. if i’ve missed any, please let me know!

LINKS: masterlists | support for palestine

If Logan has to wake up to Wade's constant yapping for the rest of his life, he's going to go insane. Every morning he's jolted awake by Wade singing in the kitchen. When he notices Logan is awake, the singing stops and the one-sided conversation begins and doesn't end until Logan finally gets up from the couch and leaves the apartment with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Today, with some money in his pocket from a few odd jobs he's picked up, he finds solace in a quiet coffee shop. Sat beside a bulletin board, he scans the postings.

Art show, art show, yard sale, job opening, roommate wanted, art show--

Roommate wanted? Logan tears the paper from the pin.

Room for rent in 2 bedroom/1 bathroom apartment. One cat. Laundry on site.

He folds the ad up and stuffs the paper in the pocket of his jacket before gathering his empty coffee cup and tossing it in the trash on the way out the door, an uncharacteristic spring in his step.

Your phone rings with a number you don't recognize. You consider sending it to voicemail, already exhausted from fielding similar calls about your room for rent, but ultimately decide to answer.

"Hello?"

A man clears his throat on the other end of the line before responding with, "This the number for the rental?"

"Yep," you reply. "Were you interested in seeing it or have any questions?"

"How much is it?"

"Your half would be $950.”

"And it's a whole bedroom?"

"As opposed to a half bedroom?" You laugh at your joke but the man remains quiet and you wince. "I mean, yes. It's a whole bedroom."

"I'd like to come see it, if you've got the time."

"Sure, how's this Friday sound?" You suggest. "What's your full name?"

"Why do you need to know that?" The man's tone grows defensive and alarm bells ring in your head.

"Well, I'd like to make sure you're not, like, a wanted criminal or something," you tell him with an awkward laugh. He's quiet and for a moment you think that he may have hung up on you. "Hello?"

"Yeah, 'm still here," he sighs. "Name's Logan Howlett."

"Logan Howlett," you repeat. You give him your name in return, though he doesn't do much but grunt in acknowledgment. "Alright, well, do you have something to write down the address?"

"Just tell me, I'll remember."

After listing off the address, he ends the call with a rough goodbye. You get to work on your personal research, entering his name into a search engine.

No results.

You refresh the page, thinking that must be an error, but the same message appears.

No results.

You try spelling his name differently.

No results.

You set the phone down, anxiety starting to creep up your spine. It's hard to believe that there's absolutely nothing online about this man, who now has your full address, name, and phone number.

A sharp meow shakes you from your thoughts and you find that your cat has taken up residence on your lap, staring at you intently as his tail flicks back and forth. You run your hand over his head, scratching beneath his chin.

"You'll protect me, right?" You ask.

He leaps from your lap and struts away, fluffy tail disappearing down the hall that leads to your bedroom. You sigh.

Hopefully you haven’t just done something stupid.

Logan's attempt to leave the apartment unnoticed does not go as planned. Althea is sitting on the couch, a re-run of a talk show playing loudly, when he tries to make a run for it. He's distracted, watching her too carefully that he doesn't realize Wade has just returned from god-knows-where.

"Whatcha doin', twinkle toes?" Wade asks, startling Logan, who slams into the kitchen table with a curse.

"Fucking hell," Logan curses, rubbing his hip. "When did you get in here?"

Wade shrugs. "Sometime around the start of your 007 impression."

"My what?"

"Nevermind," Wade sighs. "You look snazzy. Got a hot date?"

"No," Logan grunts.

"A cold date, then?"

Logan pinches his nose. "No."

"Well, care to share, sugar plum? What's got you sneaking around like the Black Widow?"

"The who?"

"May she rest in peace," Wade says, tone suddenly somber.

"He's tryin' to move out," Althea chimes in. Wade's mouth drops open in shock.

"You're abandoning us?!" he exclaims. "After all we've been through?"

"Let the man do what he wants," Althea says. "Damn co-dependent freak."

"Harsh," - Wade places a hand over his chest, -"you know I have daddy issues. And mommy issues. And abandonment issues. And--"

"Enough," Logan snaps. "Yes, alright? I'm looking for a new place. I can't sleep on that couch forever."

"Is it because it smells like old people?" Wade whispers, pointing an accusatory finger to Althea, who flips him off.

"Look, this is your universe. Your timeline. Mine is gone and it's time I start making this whole thing less temporary."

Wade tilts his head and places a hand on Logan's shoulder. "My little Wolvie, all grown up," he says, wiping at a fake tear. Logan shoves his hand away, storming past him for the door.

"Remember to smile! Give 'em the ol' razzle dazzle!" Wade shouts as he slams the door behind him.

You pace your small living room and check the stove clock for the hundredth time in the past five minutes. Logan is due to see the apartment and your nerves have gone from a simmer to a full blown boil waiting for the mysterious man with no digital footprint to show up. Your cat is lounging on the windowsill, blissfully unaware of your inner panic.

Three sharp knocks at the door cause your pulse to skyrocket. You take a deep breath before crossing the short distance to the door, pulling it open with a smile.

"Hi! You must be--“

Your greeting dies on your tongue as you take in the man crowding your hallway. He's wearing a leather jacket over a white tank top that stretches tightly across a broad chest and jeans that highlight thick thighs. His dark hair is cut shorter on the sides than on the top of his head, the ends fanning out in a manner that reminds you of a cat's ears and he's sporting an impressively thick beard.

"'m Logan," he says in the same deep voice you heard over the phone, holding a hand out towards you. You slip your palm against his much larger one and you're surprised by how warm his touch is.

"H-hi," you stutter, shaking his hand. You clear your throat. "Sorry, hi. Uh, come on in."

You move aside to let him through the doorway, not missing the fact that his shoulders practically brush the frame as he steps inside. Your apartment opens up directly into the living room and kitchen with a small dining area set in between and you gesture around.

"Well, this is most of it, to be honest. I know it's not much but--"

"It's quiet," Logan interrupts. "Ain't used to quiet."

"Where, uh," -- you twist the hem of your shirt -- "where are you coming from? Exactly?"

"Kind of a long story. Right now I sleep on a couch in a shitty one bedroom apartment shared by an asshole who doesn't shut the fuck up and a blind cocaine addict."

"Oh," you reply, nodding despite your lack of understanding. "Yeah, it's just me here. Well, and Dumpling."

"Dumpling?"

As if summoned by his name, your cat appears, making a swift beeline for the newcomer. He twists around Logan's legs, butting his head against his shins. You bend down, scooping him up in your arms.

"This is Dumpling. He's cute, but he'll knock over any plants so I wouldn't recommend you take up indoor gardening if you decide to live here." Logan eyes Dumpling warily before holding a hand out. Dumpling sniffs his fingers daintily and rubs head against his palm. "I think he likes you."

Logan huffs, the sound close to a laugh, and it makes you smile. He looks up at you and for a moment you forget that you're complete strangers who have just met. He feels inexplicably familiar, his presence comforting, and you're surprised by it.

"Let's look at the bedroom," you finally say, breaking the moment. You turn, heading for the hall and he follows behind you, steps surprisingly light for such a large man. You take him to the last door at the end of the hall and enter the empty room. "This is it. It's kind of small, but all the rooms in New York are pretty much shoe boxes. It's got a closet and access to the fire escape, though.”

"Better than the couch," he says, looking around the room. "You said $950?"

"Plus half of the utilities," you add. He nods.

"Look, I'll be honest. I'm...between jobs right now." He sighs. "And my schedule can be...unpredictable."

"Oh," you mumble. You think about it for a moment. Renting the apartment to Logan would be a risk but...you can't help but notice that exhaustion in his eyes, how it's clear he's trying to get back on his feet in one way or another. "That's okay. We can work something out."

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Really? You sure about that?"

Were you?

"Yeah," you reply. "I'm sure."

Having a roommate is...an adjustment.

Logan is great. He does his dishes in a timely manner, doesn't leave any clothes on the bathroom floor, and even cleans Dumpling's litter box from time to time.

But he drives you insane and it has nothing to do with his qualities as a roommate and everything to do with how unbearably attractive he is. He could be doing the most mundane activity and suddenly you're more turned on than a faucet on full blast. On top of it all, he's surprisingly sweet for such a gruff man.

Currently, you're watching him pour himself a glass of whiskey. You know he's probably preparing to take the drink to his room so that he can have a cigar on the fire escape, but you find yourself wanting his company.

"Logan?" you ask. He looks at you over his shoulder.

"Yeah, bub?"

"Would you...want to watch a movie? With me?"

He turns to fully face you, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of his drink, dark eyes on you over the rim of the glass. You swallow nervously, prepared to retract your offer and hide out in your room for the rest of eternity, but he puts you out of your misery.

"Sure." He comes over to the couch, taking a seat that's a respectable distance away. "What are we watching?"

"Have you seen The Greatest Showman?"

A musical. He's sitting through a goddamn musical.

"You kinda look like that guy," you say from beside him. Logan tilts his head.

"I don't see it."

"It's the bone structure."

"I'm bigger than him." You mumble something under your breath that he doesn't quite catch, though he thinks it sounded suspiciously like yeah, you are. "You say somethin'?"

"Huh?" You shake your head. "No, nope. Didn't say anything."

Logan relaxes against the back of the couch, settling in. You're curled up against the armrest, a blanket covering your legs and your arms wrapped around a throw pillow. You look relaxed, at ease, a stark contrast to how you had been when he first moved in. You spent more of your time hidden in your room and he's happy to see you're getting more comfortable around him.

It's also torture. You're like a drug that he can't get enough of, a high that doesn't last long enough. He clings desperately to every smile you grace him with and falls asleep with the sound of your voice echoing in his head. He wakes up looking forward to seeing you, even if it's just in passing before you head out for your very normal job as part of your very normal life.

That's what gives him pause. You're not like him, not built for violence, and he would never drag you into that life. He thinks about Vanessa and Wade and the wedge that was driven between them they're working to repair and he can't bear the thought of having you just to lose you.

Logan's so lost in his own thoughts he doesn't realize that the movie has ended and you haven't moved. Your head is angled in a way that has to be uncomfortable, your mouth dropped open as you breathe slowly and deeply. He grabs the remote from the coffee table and turns the TV off, plunging the room into darkness as he stands and quietly approaches you.

He slides one arm beneath your knees and using the other to support your back, lifts you from the couch. You settle your head against his chest but otherwise your sleep remains undisturbed as he carries you down the hall into your room.

It's not the first time he's been in your personal space. One time he woke up to Dumpling clawing at his chest and he marched the animal back to your room for the night, barging in on you while you had been up reading. He remembers the queen sized bed in a wooden frame and a dresser with a drawer that won't shut take up most of the space, the plain white of your walls replaced by a soft blue. You've installed what he first thought were regular shelves but later learned are meant for Dumpling to use for late night acrobatics that he can sometimes hear from his room.

Logan sets you gently on your bed and pulls the quilt up to your shoulders. Before he can think better of it, he reaches a hand toward your face, tracing his thumb over the high point of your cheek. You turn towards the sensation, chasing his touch, and his chest grows tight. He sighs, stepping back and turning for the door.

Dumpling sits in the doorway, flicking his tail. Logan steps around him into the hallway, the cat's gaze following him.

"Shut up," he whispers.

Dumpling meows in return.

You're disoriented when you wake the next morning. The last thing you remember is being on the couch with Logan and watching The Greatest Showman, but somehow you've ended up in your room. You turn over in bed to find Dumpling on your other pillow, curled in a ball.

"Morning, Dumpy," you murmur, scratching his head. "How'd we end up here?"

Dumpling blinks unhelpfully at you before uncurling from his spot and hopping from the bed, leaving through your open door. It's then that you notice that you can hear grunting noises coming from the living room.

You get up to investigate and stop dead in your tracks, mouth dropping open when you find the source of the noise is a shirtless Logan doing push ups on the living room floor. The broad muscles of his back ripple with each movement, each push accompanied by a small grunt that makes your thighs clench together, imagining him making that noise when--

Logan stops, jumping to his feet and you shake your head free of the salacious image it began to create. He turns, giving you an uninhibited view of his thick chest that's covered in dark hair that trails down over defined abs before disappearing beneath the elastic of his sweatpants. You have to say something, anything, but your brain is full of static, unable to operate when he's standing there looking like that.

"Morning," he says.

"Good morning!" you reply, voice pitched higher than usual. You walk past him in a way you hope is casual, heading for the kitchen and prepping the coffee machine. "You got any plans today?"

"Got a friend who needs my help with something. Don't know when I'll be back." His voice is much closer than you expected and you turn from the counter to find him right behind you, a scant few inches of space between your bodies.

"Oh?" you whisper, keeping your gaze firmly on his face. "Is everything okay?"

"It will be."

He drifts impossibly closer, chest nearly brushing yours. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic rhythm that's become familiar ever since Logan entered your life. Reaching above your head, he grabs two mugs in one large hand, setting them on the counter behind you before taking a step back and turning to head for his room without another glance in your direction.

You sag against the counter, a wave of lust addled adrenaline crashing over you and leaving you breathless. The last thing you need to be doing is getting involved with your roommate, no matter how tempting he may be.

Dumpling jumps up on the counter beside the coffee pot and stares at you, likely waiting for food, but it feels more like judgment in his green eyes.

"Shut up," you whisper to him.

Dumpling meows, batting you with a paw.

You're sitting on the couch when there's an unexpected knock at your door. Logan is still gone, helping a friend and you're not expecting anyone, so you’re not sure who it could be. You check the peephole before opening the door and see the distorted image of a man in a red suit and mask supporting the weight of your roommate against his side.

"What the fuck?" you ask as you open the door in a panicked rush. The masked man waves his fingers at you.

"Hi there! I've got a very," -- he grunts, adjusting his grip on Logan -- "heavy delivery."

Logan's eyes are closed, head flopped back on the masked man's shoulder. Blood stains his t-shirt in spots that look suspiciously like knife wounds and you gasp.

"What happened to him?!" you shout. "Oh my god, he needs to go to the hospital--"

"He just needs a little power nap," the man says. "I'm Wade, by the way. You mind if I just--"

Wade drags Logan through the apartment, depositing him on your couch with a huff, wiping his hands together. He looks around and you're shocked when the eyes of the mask seem to move, as if mimicking his facial expressions.

"This is a nice place," he says. Dumpling meows and Wade gasps. "You have a cat?! I wish I could pet you, sweet kitty, but Dogpool would put me in the dog house. Ha! Get it?"

"I'm confused," you manage to say. "My roommate is bleeding out on my couch after being dropped off by some wanna-be Avenger--"

"Ouch!"

"And you're saying he doesn't need to go to the emergency room?"

"Nope." Wade lifts Logan's shirt. "See? Good as new."

Despite the blood and tears on his shirt, there's no wounds on Logan's body. He shifts, lifting an arm to smack Wade's hand away as he groans, eyes fluttering open. He glares at the man.

"Get out," he growls.

"Now, now, that's not being a very good host, Logi. What, were you raised by wolves?" Wade replies. Logan roars, a ferocious sound that's more animal than man. His hand curls into a fist and sharp metal blades extend from between his knuckles. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving, no need for the murder mittens." Wade looks at you. "You should come to Sunday dinner!"

"Wilson!" Logan shouts. Wade finally heeds the man's warnings, rushing for the door without another word, shutting it behind him. Logan sags against the couch, blades retracting into his hand. He tilts his head back, closing his eyes.

You stand there in shock, trying to make sense of everything you just witnessed. Logan should be halfway to dead by now, but he doesn't even have a scratch on him. He has claws. How does he have claws?

"Can hear you thinking," Logan says, eyes still shut. "Just say it."

"Say what?" you ask. He lifts his head.

"Tell me to get out, scream, whatever it is."

You sit down on the couch, facing him. "Why would I do that?"

"Because that's what you should be doing."

His hand rests on his thigh and you reach for it, lifting it to eye level for a closer look at his knuckles. You trace your thumb over the smooth skin, up over his strong forearm. He watches you, face almost pained.

"I'm not scared of you," you whisper. "You wouldn't hurt me."

"But I could," he bites back.

"You won't." You're certain of that. You set his hand back on his thigh and stand from the couch, intending to grab him a glass of water from the kitchen, but he stops you with a hand around your wrist. His grip is loose enough that you could break free, but you don't.

Logan looks up at you with an unreadable expression, something close to fear mixed with a conflicting emotion that you think -- or hope -- might be desire. He tugs your wrist, bringing you to stand between his legs.

"How can you be so sure?" he asks.

You place your hand on his cheek, the coarse hair of his beard scratching at your palm. His eyelids flutter and his lips part on a sharp inhale.

"You're a good man, Logan Howlett," you murmur. He closes his eyes tightly and takes a deep breath.

His next movements are quick -- a hand on the back of your thigh, dragging you onto his lap, the other wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you close, his lips capturing yours in a savage kiss. You melt into him, meeting his urgency with your own desperation, tongues tangling together and fighting for dominance.

You pull back to trail kisses across his jaw until you reach his neck, sinking your teeth into the tan skin, just over his hammering pulse. Logan groans, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, pulling you tightly against him as his hips buck into yours.

"Fuck," Logan says, voice a deep rumble that you feel to your marrow. "Do that again."

"Do what?" you tease.

"Bite me," he demands. "Make it hurt."

You obey, biting down into his shoulder with greater effort, sinking your teeth in deep until he hisses from the pain of it and you let go, lifting your head to look at the mark you've left behind. It fades quickly, disappearing without a trace.

"Jesus," he says, pulling you in for another kiss, slow and deep, as his hands find the hem of your shirt. "Let me see you."

You allow him to lift your shirt up and over your head, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. His touch makes you shiver despite the heat of his hands as he traces the curve of your waist up to your chest, his thumbs finding your nipples and teasing them with slow circles. You drop your head back with a moan and he takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, your collarbone, moving down until his lips wrap around one taut bud.

"Logan," you whine, digging your fingers into his hair and holding tight. He hums, the sensation making your eyes roll.

"Thought about this," he murmurs, switching to your other breast. "Every time you'd wear those goddamn tight shirts of yours."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Wanna know what I thought about?" You tug his hair, pulling his head away from your chest. "Sucking your cock."

He raises his eyebrow at you and you take the opportunity to slide from his lap, settling on your knees between his spread thighs. You work his belt loose, followed by the fly of his jeans. He reaches past the waistband to free his cock and your mouth waters at the sight. You could tell he was big while you were on his lap, but he's even more glorious than you imagined. Thick, long, with prominent veins and a slight upward curve that you know will hit all the right places.

You take him in your hand, appreciating the weight of him in your palm as you hold him steady. With your eyes locked on his face, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue to lick from the top of your fingers to the flushed head. He groans, his hand curling into a fist that he presses to his forehead.

"Fuck," Logan hisses. You do it again, this time swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him into your mouth, moving down his length slowly. "God, look at you. Mouth stuffed so full you're drooling, huh?"

He's right. Spit gathers at the corners of your lips and runs down your chin as you use your mouth to pleasure him. The sounds he makes above you are downright filthy, deep moans and filthy praise that have you moving faster, taking him deeper, working to get as much of him in your mouth as you manage without gagging. He cups your cheek with one large palm, thumb tracing your stretched lips.

"Keep going, sweetheart. You can take a little more, can't you? That's it," he says. Tears burn your cheeks with the effort to obey, your throat tightening around the head of his cock. "Fuck, that's a good girl."

You breathe deeply through your nose, maintaining a steady pace and using your hand in tandem with your mouth for what you can't easily take. Logan's hips begin to flex beneath you, his words trailing off into guttural growls. His cock twitches in your grasp and he moans your name before his release floods your mouth and you swallow it down.

You pull off of him with a slick pop, gasping for breath. Before you can say anything, Logan is hauling you to your feet as he stands from the couch, lifting you up with one strong arm beneath your ass and urging your legs around his waist.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Just getting started."

Logan kicks the door open to your room, startling Dumpling from his perch. The cat races out the door, disappearing into the living area as the door clicks shut. He sets you down on your bed and quickly rids himself of his boots and rest of his clothing before returning his attention to you.

You're lying there in your little sleep shorts that drive him nuts. The fabric barely covers your ass and there's been more than one occasion where he's shuffled into the kitchen in the mornings to see you in them, all the blood in his body rushing south at the sight. He joins you on the bed, on his knees between your spread thighs, and extends a single claw. Your eyes widen, but you don't pull away. In fact, you start squirming, hips flexing minutely against the mattress.

"Scared yet?" he asks.

"I wouldn't say that.”

He carefully slips the blade beneath the hem of your shorts, inching it up until it peeks out above the elastic waistband before twisting his wrist and slicing through the fabric like it's nothing. Claw retracted, he removes your ruined shorts and takes a moment to appreciate the vision you make, legs spread wide and your dripping pussy on display.

"You're a mess," he says, smoothing his hands over the soft skin of your legs. He lifts one of your knees, pressing a kiss to the inside of it before resting it on his shoulder. "Gonna clean you up."

Logan dips his head to your center, dragging his tongue through your soaked sex, groaning when the taste of you blooms across his tongue. Your fingers curl against his scalp, a sharp point of pleasure-pain as he explores your body. He swirls his tongue over your clit, experimenting with broad circles and sharp flicks until you're writhing beneath him.

"Logan," you cry, hips bucking against his face. He dips his tongue into your cunt, nose brushing your clit as he does, and he hums in satisfaction as your thighs tense around his head.

He looks up at you and drinks in the picture you make, gorgeous skin glistening with sweat and your back arched from the bed, chest heaving with desperate breaths. He wants this exact moment burned into his memory, certain it could chase away the dark shadows that linger there.

Logan presses two fingers to your hole, sliding them in with little resistance. You're so warm and tight, squeezing his fingers beautifully, calling out his name as he curls them when he drags them from your body.

"I'm going to come," you gasp. "Oh, fuck, just like that!"

You pulse around his fingers and he slows his movements to work you through it until you collapse against the mattress with a deep sigh. He carefully removes his hand and sits up on his knees.

"Guess I made more of a mess," Logan says. Your eyes squeeze shut with a breathless giggle.

"I'll forgive you," you reply. You reach your arms up for him and he moves to hover over you to accept your embrace. "God, Logan," you murmur, tilting your chin up to kiss him.

In this position, he's able to drag his cock through the slick mess between your thighs and you shiver beneath him, gasping into his mouth. He does it again, more purposeful this time and it drags a moan from you both.

"Please," you murmur.

"Please what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want," he replies. "What you need."

"Need you to fuck me."

Logan reaches between your bodies and positions the thick head of his cock at your entrance, pushing forward. The stretch of him is unreal, almost too much even with how wet you are for him.

"Relax," he says, holding himself steady above you. "You can take it."

You nod and he pushes forward another inch, letting you adjust, and repeating the process until the coarse hair at the base of his cock tickles your sensitive skin. You've never been so full, no other experience compares to this. No other man compares to Logan, in any way.

He starts moving slowly, dragging his hips back until you're nearly empty before plunging back inside. Each thrust puts stars in your vision, makes the knot of want and need coil tighter in your lower belly, until you're moaning his name and begging him to move faster, harder, deeper.

Logan obeys, thrusting into you with enough force that your head board collides with the wall. He sits back on heels, dragging you up with him until you're sitting in his lap and he's able to thrust up into you.

"Feel so fucking good," he says, lips against your neck. "Need you to come for me, baby."

You nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him close, meeting each of his thrusts with a rock of your hips that drags your clit against him, your nerves buzzing with the friction and fullness. While the orgasm he wrenched from you with his mouth felt like a wildfire, this one builds and builds, a wave cresting until it finally crashes and you cry out his name.

Logan leans forward to drop you back onto the bed, reaching a hand up to grip your headboard as he continues to roll his hips into yours, chasing his own release. His thrusts begin to grow more desperate until he presses in deep and you're flooded with warmth as he growls, long and low. The sound of splintering wood breaks through your post-orgasmic haze and you tilt your head back to find that his claws have extended through your headboard, splitting the wood and embedding into the drywall.

"I can fix that," Logan says breathlessly, tugging his hand free, claws retracting. You grin at him.

"Later," you reply, pulling him in for a kiss.

You've got better things to do right now.

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[talesfromsiteredacted]

One Doozy of an Insult

After too many instances of a certain member of Site Command forgetting almost everything, Dr. Gears gently snaps.

It's been a long day. Dr. Clef is passed out on the staff sofa, snoring. Doctor Gears is sitting down with a book and a cup of coffee. I'm dealing with a 914 hangover, and ready for a long rest. Almost everyone is in recovery mode, except Dr. Bright, who lost his glasses. Again. He's tearing apart his storage locker.

"C'mon, where the hell did they go?" A long-rotted apple core sails by my head, landing in the trash. He never looked, yet a perfect shot. I've seen him do that a lot, and it's always weird. An empty can of Jolt hits the recycling bin. "Here glasses glasses glasses... Papa Jack kinda needs you to see... are you my glasses? Not unless I wanna be Groucho Bright. They gotta be in here someplace." Not long after that a filthy and disused sock knocks the book out of Dr. Gears' hand. And our long suffering boss looses a tiny bit of his cool.

"Jack... what was that... thing?" He's holding the sock with tweezers. He looks like he just ate the Tuna Surprise before riding the world's fastest tilt-a-whirl. It shouldn't be possible to turn a human's skin a shade of army green, but that's the hue I thought of.

"Oh... yeah... my old, er, athletic sock. Just toss it out." And now Dr. Gears is as red as my hair.

"Doctor Jack Bright, I am your superior, not your janitor. As far as this... thing. Dispose of your slovenly overabundance of trash, and you might find what you lost. Although, good bloody luck finding anything in that microcosm of a landfill you call a locker. Try finding cleanliness in there, although to clean that lot we'd have to take it to our nuclear test site as there's no way to get rid of all the accumulated gross mess you call a locker. On a final note... see if you can find a decent pair of trousers in there, as I'm not sure what makes me more nauseated... the sight of your untoned nude posterior or your lack of hygiene overall. I'll have the hazmat teams sent up, you'll need help to even find a clue in there."

I blink at Clef, who woke up just in time for Gears to snap. He's as confused as I am.

"Did... did that... just happen, or was it just the weirdest post-shift dream?" He looks like he's unsure of the reality he's in.

"It happened, Alto. And I suggest you and young Rabbit might want to head off someplace. I, however, am forced to remain here until this entire lot is gone off for incineration. I may even send its owner along with it."

"If you ever feel up to eating, I'll bring up some dinner. I just made a very nice lasagna, I can drop by any time with a hot plate, and I'll cover your break."

"Very kind of you, Rabbit."

"You're my favorite boss, Big Boss. And you shouldn't face the horrors of the cafeteria after that ordeal. Just let me know when you're hungry."

"Hey, that's not fair to you, kid. You've been through as much. Bring enough for three, and I'll find some company for you. Well, better company than Bright."

"Oh gods... not Lenny the Letch." Gears said, horrified.

"No way. I think Rabbit will be quite pleased with her dinner companion. Besides, no one deserves Lenny."

"Fine. That being settled, I guess I need to get ready for my date."

"Off you go, then. Although I'm not sure I want to know whom on earth Alto set you up with. I'll be calling around 7 tonight."

"Please don't wait up, Boss. I promise no hanky, and my panky is in my other jacket I left at Site 47."

We depart, and not five feet from the door Clef stops me.

"That was both the classiest and most complex dressing down I've ever seen. Gotta hand it to Charlie, he can tell you to go to hell and you'd look forward to the trip."

"Heard O5 wants him for the Counsel. I'd back him."

"That wouldn't surprise me. Speaking of surprises... your date tonight is someone you know, fond of black clothes, a decent guy overall, and you already know... it's the Doctor. Don't ask how. Better you don't know." He walks off, and I'm stunned.

[u5an5]

Jacobs' Journal: Tape #10 - Destination: D Class

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[START LOG]

Jacobs: (sigh) <hysterical> Well, that was probably the craziest thing I've done in my life.

Jacobs: Note to yourself: if I ever feel the need to round up another group of misfits to bring down a Site Director and his PMC, don't. enlist. the D-Class. I don't care how much help they'd be, or how far down the rabbit hole I've come. I am not risking my neck ever again for even one of these pricks!

Jacobs: (deep sigh) Hoo, I gotta catch my breath.

... *Jacobs walks away, takes several deep controlled breaths*

Jacobs: *grabs microphone and holds it too close to himself, causing his voice to be slightly louder, distorted and bass-boosted*

Jacobs: As much as it pains me to say it, I owe Aaron Chen my life.

[Rest bellow the cut]

Jacobs: The Major has helped me put the final pieces of the puzzle together when it all seemed doomed to fall apart. The day had come for him to deliver on his promise: Wilson Miles. Potentially the largest cornerstone in my plans, success rested on whether we could secure his support.

Jacobs: Lambert's had the kid locked up in High Security Zones for... well, forever. Places where my presence would seem intrusive. Even if i could make contact, Lambert has his claws dug so deep into miles that I'd need a hell of a convincing package to put together to tear away his allegiances. At least Chen's offer to tour me around some of the restricted areas on the basis of a false inquiry on behalf of the O-5 Council could get me close.

Jacobs: Once there, it was up to me to do the talking.

[click]

(footsteps)

Jacobs: Little barren around here, isn't it?

Mjr. Chen: <exasperated> Don't get too into the role. You're acting like you're actually on some secret mission.

Jacobs: I am. Just... not the one lab that thinks I'm on.

Mjr. Chen: Apparently, I'm supposed to keep you from taking notes on anything "problematic". <amused> Rate my performance.

Jacobs: Easy assignment. 

Mjr. Chen: I'm not complaining. I'll take affirmative espionage action over pushing orange jumpsuits into the jaws of some stinky dinosaur anyway.

(keypad beep) *door opens* (faint keyboard clicking sounds)

Mjr. Chen: <sarcastically> After you.

Jacobs: (scoffs)

(footsteps, door close)

Jacobs: <quietly> Oof, chilly in here.

Mjr. Chen: Climate control, to keep the equipment cool. Hard to ventilate when you're a dozen miles underground.

Jacobs: Thanks, Major Obvious.

(keybord noises get more audible)

Jacobs: Is that him?

Mjr. Chen: (huff) That lump over there? Correct.

Mjr. Chen: … What are you waiting for?

Jacobs: I need to be careful how I approach this guy. Push too hard, he goes crying to Lambert, but don't push enough... I have nothing to hold over him.

Mjr. Chen: If you need a little persuasion, you could always say you know about the "thing".

Jacobs: What thing?

Mjr. Chen: (whispers)

Jacobs: <surprised> ...That'll work

(footsteps, beeping sound) (pencil scratches, typing stops)

Tech. Miles: Uh... can I help you? You're kind of standing a little close...

Jacobs: Name.

Tech. Miles: Um, I'm sorry?

Jacobs: Did I stutter? I said: Name.

Tech. Miles: *awkwardly* Oh, er, Miles. Technician Miles.

Jacobs: And do you have a first name? Or did your parents think it hilarious to have a child called "Technician"? 

Tech. Miles: Wilson. My name is-

Jacobs: What are you doing? (scribbling returns)

Tech. Miles: I'm-I'm working, I... excuse me, but are you assessing performance?

Jacobs: <sarcasticaly> No, I'm the social workplace fairy. Of course I'm assessing you! And I must say, your performance is quite poor indeed.

Tech. Miles: What?!

Jacobs: <incredulous> Look at all this trash! Since when is it appropriate to consume crisps anywhere near Foundation equipment.

Tech. Miles: Hey, it's not my fault! Management stuck me here and told me I couldn't even leave her food!

Jacobs: Oh, well isn't that convenient? I suppose management just lets you get away with slacking off on the job too?

Tech. Miles: Hey... Wait you're that guy. The one lambert said i shouldn't speak to! Wait till he hears about this! You're going to wish-!

Jacobs: What? <walks up to Miles> I'm going to wish... what?

Tech. Miles: You-you'll get in a lot of trouble,

that's all. I'm telling him now.

Jacobs: Fine. You do that, Technician Miles. (phone dialing sound) But the second you mention this, your little secret gets out.

Tech. Miles: What are you talking about?

Jacobs: "Unacquired taste". (dialing sounds stop) Isn't that how you justified liking them so much? "Just like any other kink".

Tech. Miles: (puts down the phone) H-how did-

Jacobs: You can worm your way into any position of power, but believe me when I say as a universal fact: no one is untouchable.

Jacobs: <disgusted> Lambert may turn a blind eye to a disgusting shit stain like you, but I drop what I know into the pocket of any law enforcement body and real-world you is a goner. You'll be tried, convicted, and sentenced faster than your typing speed. Who knows? Maybe we'd see each other again, except my suit would be black... and yours would be orange.

Tech. Miles: Please don't tell anyone. I have a life on the outside. I can't lose, it I can't!

Jacobs: If you want all this to never see the light of day, then you would better do everything and anything I tell you. No questions, no choices. Do you understand me?

Tech. Miles: Mm-hm.

Jacobs: You screw me, you won't live to see the consequences. But you play ball, and I'll scrub your record so clean, you'd think you were born again. Do you understand me?

Tech. Miles: Yes.

Jacobs: Any word of this reaches Lambert, or Hillard, or your goddamn pets, and I will use everything in my power to ensure every inch of you is destroyed. Do you understand?

Tech. Miles: Yes! Yes.

Jacobs: You take your orders from me now... Clean up this pink slime.

(footsteps) (door closes)

Jacobs: (sigh) <under breath, with disgust> Filth.

Mjr. Chen: People like him are a dime a dozen around here. You'd be amazed what's excused for the sake of productivity.

Jacobs: Not under my watch.

Mjr. Chen: There are people who are far better at covering their tracks than Wilson Miles. What makes you think that you'll find them all? 

Jacobs: It's not my concern. Right now, I need to come up with a way to get to D-Class undetected.

Mjr. Chen: Ah, yes, that predicament. I gave it some thought, and I believe there is a way to make it happen.

Jacobs: What did you have in mind?

Mjr. Chen: Well, that all depends? How good are you at growing a beard?

[click]

Jacobs: In point of fact, it took me slightly over a week to grow one in. (scratches it) I haven't had one of these since Bosnia, <voice gets shaky> and that was because a guide got us lost in the jungle for 13 straight days.

Jacobs: I covered my absence by faking an appendix removal, and met with chen at a secure location far away from Site 19.

Jacobs: I would have documented the events on my recorder, but Chen, quite rightly, pointed out that it would seem suspicious for a D-Class to be caught with prohibited items on their person. That's right. I was going undercover as a lab rat.

Jacobs: He'd overseen the arrival and segregation of the incoming D-Class personnel, and had also arranged that the four picks on my list of candidates would be sent to Site 19. Denton the smuggler Manning the CIA agent and Jacques and Nikolai the criminal masterminds. Although I'm not sure if you can retain "mastermind" if you've been caught.

Jacobs: I was processed under an alias in a center not too far from the Site. From there, I rode in the back of a cramped truck into the facility. It's strange, I must admit, entering my place of work from the perspective of a glorified tested dummy. Corralled like lambs to the slaughter. Pfff, lambs tempers.

Jacobs: Even here, I witnessed the odd fight break out. Tensions were high, and I'm pretty sure some willingly committed suicide by MTF. They were the smart ones. ...They threw us into a decontamination shower, scrubbed us down, then gave us medical examination. I made sure to be selected for the line of the medical examiner Chen had told me about: an old acquaintance of his called Reyes.

Jacobs: The doctor took false samples and scribbled in his recommendations that would place me with a certain group of D-Class. I thanked him, but before I left, he told me to tell chen that they were now even. He didn't seem too pleased at having done the favor.

Jacobs: I was shackled once more and taken directly to the Detention Level. When we reached the floor, my heart left into my throat. Directly ahead in our path, Colonel Hillard was closely inspecting the fresh stock. I was being forced towards her, and all I could do was hope I wasn't recognized. We passed within inches of each other. But thankfully, her attention was directed elsewhere.

Jacobs: I couldn't believe how close I had come, and for a moment I wished i was back in my office. It was... weak of me... and I quickly shook off the thought. Moments later, I was unceremoniously tossed into a cell. Hit my head on the floor, but was otherwise unscathed. My guests did not take to my presence kindly. Jacques was immediately suspicious with Nikolai backing him up. Denton antagonized from afar, while Manning just... stared at me. she was sizing me up, and I'm pretty sure she figured me out fast.

Jacobs: Jacques and Denton got into an altercation about what to do with me: one wanted me to prove my worth as part of the group, while the other wanted to kill me as a show of strength to the rest of the prisoners. I'll let you guess which one said which. When it seemed the tide was turning towards my early demise, Manning finally spoke up. "Let him talk." The others fell silent. She asked who I was, and I told her exactly that.

Jacobs: I explained that I required their assistance and that they would be handsomely rewarded for their services. Denton shot me down immediately, stating that he knew exactly how to handle life in prison. That there was no way I could do anything for them in here, and that I was just trying to save my own skin. "This is not some ordinary prison.", I said.

Jacobs: He should be able to see that.

The system doesn't work here. They weren't inmates, they weren't on anybody's register. None of them existed beyond this cell. They could take my offer or leave it, but the moment I walked out of that cell, they wouldn't get another chance to exist again. And finally, they started taking things sensibly.

Jacobs: I explained to them that at some point in the coming days, they would be taken to a room, and inside this room would be a man dressed as a plague doctor. They were not to get anywhere near to him, but to inform him that the time had come to meet the Site Director. He would understand. From there, they were to escort the doctor out of the room and give him protection until he had fulfilled his purpose. Oh, and to not let him anywhere near a corpse. I told them that upon completion of the task, once I had taken control of the facility, I would ensure their crimes were pardoned and records expunged.

Jacobs: Three were silent, but Nikolai broke the quiet. He asked, "Why don't we just turn you in? Knowing what you're up to must be worth something." I implored him to try. Once they had the information, there was no guarantee they'd be rewarded for it. I came to them, I had my own ass to cover, this meant I was obligated to honour my part of the deal.

Jacobs: Not entirely convinced. but... what choice did they have? I wasn't able to confirm their cooperation, as at that juncture, the cell door opened. I was whisked out by a couple MTFs who shoved me down the hallway. I asked where i was going and they kicked me forward. This wasn't meant to be happening. Chen was supposed to meet me and get me out. But, as I looked down in a joining hall, I saw what had held him up.

Jacobs: Hillard was talking to him. Chen glanced my way, a flash of concern on his face, but there was nothing he could do. I just have to play along and hope that wherever i was being taken it wasn't a death sentence. They took me deeper into Site 19, down to the SCP Containment levels. My hopes... were dashed. I recognized it immediately as the sector where we contained the Keter SCPs.

Jacobs: A group of scientists strapped a recorder to my belt, handed me a piece of paper, and instructed: "Read the phrases ,stay in the light", then shunted me into the containment area.

Jacobs: I managed to get a copy of what.. happened... thought about whether I should play it here, but... I think it's very telling us to the quality of treatment here at the facility.

[click]

*containment door shuts* (footsteps)

(footsteps stop)

Jacobs: <shaky> Hello?

(echo) Hello? Hello? Hello?

(paper rustling)

Jacobs: Nice night for a walk.

(echo) Nice night for a walk. Nice night for a walk. Nice night for a walk.

Jacobs: (unbelieving huff)... Have you met the postman?

…

…

SCP-939: (repeat in his voice) <voices come from different distances> Hello?Hello?HelHello?lo?Hello?Hello? Nice night for a walk.HNiceenightlforlao?walk. Nice nightHeforllo?a walk. NiceHellnighto?for a walk.

SCP-939: <in woman's voice> Who's there? Nice nigHellhto?for a walk.WhNiceo's there?Helnightlo?for a walk.

SCP-939: <in child's voice> Mummy, iWho's Helthathlo?ere?you? NicHelelnigho?t for a walk.WhoNic'sethere?night forHeallwalk.o?

SCP-939: <in male voice> Stayforaway!a walk. StaWhyoa’swaHethllNicey!o?erMoe?mniHegmy,t<voices overlap up to the point of being incomprehensible>

...

SCP-939: <in another child's voice, much louder than others> Want some candy?

[click]

Jacobs: Those bitty red eyes swam slowly closer, taunting me with the voices of the dead. I backed away. Finally realising where I had wound up, and wise still knowing exactly what was about to come. A monstrous claw strode into the light and, just as I had almost backed into the wall, something heavy grabbed me from behind. I was pulled back through the doorway and dragged into the observation room.

Jacobs: (huff) I had never been so happy to hear the sound of Chen's voice chastising the scientist in charge. He spouted some B.S. about how I hadn't been properly assessed yet, that management would have his head if they found out testing and jumped the gun, then took me personally from the sector explaining, "Someone's gotta do your job right."

Jacobs: I didn't say a word as we headed back upstairs. The encounter played over and over again in my head, but the stress helped me stay in character. I was running on adrenaline. We finally came to a storage closet where Chen had stashed my clothes. I changed as quickly as I could, neither of us had enough time before our absence would be noticed.

Jacobs: But just as we exited the closet, Hillard descended upon us. Chen played coy, pretending he'd found me here, and so she inquired as to what I was doing here when I should be at home. I told her I'd left my shaving kit in my quarters and she rightly pointed out that I wasn't anywhere near my quarters. That's when I snapped. I told her it was my job to inspect Foundation Operations regardless of if she or Lambert liked it or not.

Jacobs: She grabbed me by the collar and pressed me into the wall. "Listen.", she warned me, "You're only alive because you aren't expendable, while you're cooperative. If I find out you're no longer living up to that promise, I'll put a bullet in such a deep part of your brain you'll be sipping meals through a straw for the rest of your natural life."... Then she left.

Jacobs: Gotta give her credit, she sure knows how to drop a threat. That's when I heard Chen whisper "I can't wait to have her job." I wanted to laugh,... but I couldn't. I was still in shock, so... that's where Chen and I parted ways,... and I came here. Doubtful of this D-Class alliance, Hillard watching over my shoulder... one more memory to add to the PTSD pile. Lucky me.

Jacobs: Well... there is one positive out of all of this. I... (huff) can finally shave this damn beard off.

Jacobs: This is Administrative Oversight Jacobs, signing off... in every sense of the word.

[END LOG]

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[anychairinthisplace]

okay -- my unnecessarily long and uninteresting answer! (i'm physically incapable of being concise ever!)

I watched Breaking Bad...I think soon after it finished airing? It was just A Show That I'd Heard Was Pretty Good (from nebulous unremembered sources). I don't remember but I assume I just binged the whole thing off mildly sketchy streaming sites? And I think I enjoyed it well enough (although tbh I barely remember any of the show now🙈), I liked Jesse and Skyler and was relieved that things worked out okay-ish for them in the end, but I wasn't obsessive or fandom-seeking about the show. (Probably because of some combo of (a) hating Walt with a passion, and I can't care much about shows where I despise the main protag(s); and (b) there not being any romantic relationship that I was super invested in -- I've always always always been shipper trash, so.🤷‍♀️)

At some point later I heard about the existence of BCS (I can't remember when or how, possibly it was from certain friends whose media tastes mostly don't match mine), but I'll be honest, BrBa Saul was just...not someone I was interested in seeing more of, so I didn't bother to check it out.

(I've never rewatched BrBa since that first time, and I'm honestly not looking forward to doing so -- although I will at some point -- because I already know it's gonna be torturous seeing my beloved Jimbo as that hollowed-out flattened shell/mask/coping mechanism, just the thought of him without Kim for all those years depresses and saddens me so much and how much worse to actually watch it for four seasons, and I know I'm gonna spend the whole time alternating between "jesus Jimmy wtf are you doing stop that >:c" and "Ohh, Jimmy... :(((")

What finally got me into Better Call Saul was actually the posts of jaimetheexplorer, who wrote *the* most insightful Jaime/Brienne meta back in the day. It made such an impression that even after that show ended and she pretty much stopped posting, I periodically checked back on her tumblr just in case, and when I did the most recent time, she had a bunch of stuff about BCS, from last year when s6 was airing and just after. I mostly skimmed past it, meta and gifs of a show I'd never seen, but it stuck with me on some level? There were some J/B and Mcwexler parallels posts she made? And some of, like, the visuals stayed in my head? (One I know for sure was the shared smoke scene from Uno because I remember watching the first time and as the camera started to zoom out to reveal more of the garage I recognized it and perked up immediately, all "omg, it's Kim!" even before I knew anything about her lmao.)

Anyway, it got my interest piqued enough that I suggested it to my partner as a show we could watch -- we watch tv/movies every day along with meals -- and we did, starting literally just this January lol.

We watched in the standard way for us: with an hour-long show, it's an episode a day, half-ish at lunch and the rest at dinner, with a few days break to watch a movie after each season (including after 6a)...except that I also had to take breaks after both Point and Shoot *and* Fun and Games because it was all too stressful and I'd spoiled myself for a lot of stuff that was coming (even as I tried not to) because I couldn't stop myself from getting on tumblr about this fucking show when I became irrevocably gone on it after Switch. (My shipper heart, yo.) (And not to say that I didn't love s1! I did! And not that I didn't already ship it, because I also did and was insanely intrigued by all the delightful hints and what we saw of them there. But s2 started and it was like, "okay, looks like I'm *in love* with this now. Maybe I can find gifs from just the episodes I've seen and somehow avoid everything else!")

In this way I think we finished the whole show around the end of March? (Now that I think on it, there might have been another break before Saul Gone? or maybe it was just the post-Fun and Games break extended a few days longer? I remember I didn't want to be partway through an ep when we went to see Linoleum, and then after seeing that once I needed to go and see it a couple more times, which pushed finishing BCS a bit longer than it would have taken otherwise.)

Also I made us discuss the show nigh endlessly, after each lunch and dinner watching session and in the gaps between (and I'm still bringing up things that I see online or notice on millionth rewatch of certain scenes), far more than I think any other thing we've watched ever? So there's that. (This show, man. This show.)

rb and share how you started watching breaking bad/better call saul. for science.

[2jaeh]

THREE DAYS  I  LEE TAEYONG

When your over controlling boyfriend invites you and his best friend to a three day resort did he not see trouble approaching? especially when said best friend has been trying to get in bed with you since the moment he met you.

Genre: mature theme, slight smut

warnings: cheating, suggestive masterbation, slight public scenes, cursing. 

words: 3k

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“Are you sure it's okay for me to tag along ?” Taeyong spoke into the phone as he threw a dress shirt into his already overflowing suitcase. “Okay cool, well I`ll see you guys at the resort then.” Taeyong sighed as he cut the call and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He wondered if he was too overdressed, or not dressed enough. He bit down on his lip and looked at the caller ID, his best friend Inseong holding on to the person Taeyong desired most, Inseong`s girlfriend. 

He had no idea when this “crush” began, if you could call it that at this point. Inseong and Taeyong had been casual university friends for a while but it was after graduation, when they both got hired by the same corporate office did they really establish a close friendship. 

Taeyong and Inseong did most things together, whether it be catching up at music events or a sunday afternoon golf trip. But if he were being honest, the real reason he loved hanging out with Inseong was because he knew he’d bring her around, the girl who had stolen his heart without having the slightest clue. 

DAY 1 : FRI

“Taeyong is afraid he is going to third wheel” Inseong chuckled as he concentrated on the open road in front of him, casually looking over at you scoffing down a bag of jelly tots. 

“Youre working though” you stuck your tongue out at him, “Im gonna be just as alone as he is.”

“I guess you are” Inseong let out a sigh, “I don't understand why the dude cant get a date though he’s pretty good looking right?”

“Uhm yeah he's attractive.” Attractive was an understatement. You will never forget the day Inseong introduced you to Taeyong, It was around the time you two just started dating about two years ago, and you had never seen someone that good looking up close before. It wasn't the fact that you didn’t find your boyfriend attractive, you loved Inseong and he was a good looking guy but Taeyong, he was different. 

Taeyong barely spoke to you but he was always polite and had a warm aura unlike the rest of Inseongs friends. He was the one you got along with most and because of that Inseong had a habit of inviting him on many of your trips, much like the one you're venturing on now. 

You stuffed the empty snack packets into a trash bag as Inseong pulled into a very fancy resort one you weren't quite familiar with. Inseong was actually on a work trip that involved meeting with potential clients and partners, this did not include Taeyongs sector but their boss allowed him to bring you two along as a treat. Inseong’s firm absolutely adored him, which made sense because he was practically married to his job. 

“I'm going to get the room keys” Inseong placed a peck on your cheek and you watched him jog off to the front desk while you meandered around the foyer of the hotel. 

“y/n” you heard a chirpy voice call from behind you. Turning you were met with those bold black orbs and that ever so charming smile.

“Taeyong” you grinned back pulling him into a tight hug that drowned you in his rich scented perfume. 

Taeyong wasn't sure if you noticed his fingers linger on the small of your back. He would always leave you small signs but you’d never notice. His bright eyes dulled for a second when your attention turned back to Inseong who returned with the room keys. 

“Oh you're here great! y/n and I are staying in the room next to yours, do you mind taking her up ?” Inseong said, handing Taeyong both sets of keys. 

“What? You’re not coming up to see the room ?” you asked, a little hurt that he was already ditching you on this trip. 

“Sorry honey they want to do a meet and greet and tour of the resort, i'll be up as soon as it's over” Inseong gently stroked your head and you watched him walk off with one of the resort employees.

“I guess it's just you and me then” Taeyong smiled although regretting his words when he saw the fake smile grace your face and made your way over to the elevators. Taeyong was all too familiar with this scene. Inseong being busy, he excludes you from the rest of his corporate friends and eventually calls on him to babysit you. He wondered if you resented him solely because of Inseong’s habits. He tried his best to always make you feel comfortable even if it put him in the most uncomfortable position both mentally...and physically. 

“Well I'm going to take a nap so I'll see you around I guess” you pressed your lips together and took the room key from him. 

“Are you not gonna eat anything ? We could go down for Lun-”

“I'm good Taeyong, I'll see you later okay ?” Taeyong watched as you disappeared into the room and it felt like he had been punched in his stomach. 

DAY 2 : SAT

Taeyong lay in bed utterly exhausted after barely getting a wink of sleep courtesy of the screaming match that happened last night. Although muffled, Taeyong already knew it was about Inseong coming back at around 3am. ‘What meeting would go on until that time especially on the first day’ Taeyong thought as he rubbed his bare chest and stared up at the ceiling. Inseong loved his job and he loved socializing with people who shared that interest. To him coming home at that time absolutely plastered was normal, because it was part of his work lifestyle. 

Taeyong groaned and turned onto his stomach, burying his head into the pillow as he heard your sobs replaying in his head from the fight. He was tired of sitting around not doing anything when he knew for a fact he could treat you way better. At moments like this he didn't give two shits about Inseong, especially after he got the new promotion and made a new friend group of pretentious assholes. Taeyong wanted to be with you by your own choice, he wanted to hang out with you without Inseongs name attached to the reason you two were together. 

Just as he was lost in his thoughts Taeyong’s ears perked at the sound of Inseong leaving the room and the sound of the shower running. 

“No fuck not now please not now” Taeyong groaned as he felt shudder overcome his body and his underwear became slightly restricted. His mind raced with thoughts of you. It all came to him so quickly he barely noticed that his hand was already down his sweatpants as he buried his face further into his pillow. He wished he was with you. The things he would do to you were unspeakable. He wouldn't give a shit if Inseong walked through those doors finding him on top of girlfriend, he didn't care. 

You finished drying yourself off and put on a cute yellow sundress that hugged your curves, showing off the two piece bikini that Inseong told you not to wear around the resort especially when he wasn't with you. This was payback for the way he treated you last night. Not only did he ditch you in a foreign room for an entire evening, he also returned drunk out of his mind and blamed you as usual for not taking care of him. You wanted to at least enjoy whatever you could from this trip and if it meant looking hot and hanging out with Taeyong, then so be it. 

You made your way next door and rang the doorbell patiently waiting for your assigned babysitter. Taeyong swung open the door, dressed in only in a pair of black harem pants and a towel on his neck that he used to dry his hair. You took in the site of his bare chest, drinking in his pretty figure that matched his gorgeous face. 

“I'm sorry I was gonna go down for breakfast I was wondering….i’ll just wait outside”  you stuttered and you heard Taeyong giggle

“Come inside y/n.” 

You walked inside his room and it was surprisingly neat in comparison to yours. You felt kinda embarrassed at the state of your room even though most of it were Inseongs doing anyway. 

Taeyong continued drying his hair as he watched you scan his room, his eyes already on your figure in that goddamn sundress. His only thoughts were ripping it off until he noticed you were staring right back at him. 

“Your hair is sticking up a bit at the back, here let me help you” 

Taeyong watched as you approached his figure and reached up to neaten his hair. He really admired his will power to keep his hands off your body as you inched closer and closer to him. 

“Thanks” he smiled sweetly masking his dark intent and threw on a loose hawaiian shirt gesturing towards the door, “shall we?”

The two of you had a decent day lounging around the pool area and took a stroll on the beach before heading back for lunch. You never expected to bump into Inseong and his colleagues during lunch and the way Inseong looked at your outfit, you knew you’d never hear the end of it. He practically ignored you the entire time while he and his friends chatted away, even going as far as introducing Taeyong to a few of them but not you. 

Just before you and Taeyong made your way to the elevators to retreat back to the rooms, Inseong jogged over and tugged on your wrist. 

“I know we had it out last night but was all of this really necessary ?” Inseong gritted his teeth as he looked over your skimpy outfit. 

“I thought it was cute, not everything I do is to ruin your perfect life Inseong” you rolled your eyes and pressed the button to signal the elevator. 

Inseong let out an exasperated sigh and released your wrist before massaging his temple. 

“Just dont pull this kinda shit at the dinner tomorrow please, the chairman is going to be there.”

You and Taeyong watched as Inseong stomped away and Taeyong noticed that for once instead of beating yourself up about Inseongs reaction you seemed somewhat proud to piss him off to that extent. 

“I'm sorry you're always in the middle of all of this Taeyong” you apologized as the two of you stepped onto your floor and made your way to the rooms. 

“It's okay y/n it's not your fault, and besides I think you look ridiculously hot in that dress” he replied and licked his lips as you felt your face heat up with his bold words. “Also,” he continued as he scanned his room key

“I think you should own it, wear something sexy tomorrow, not for Inseong but for yourself and maybe a little for me.” 

DAY 3 : SUN

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the classy black velvety dress you had saved for a night out. The dress was intended for a Valentines date with Inseong but that never happened because he had a more important meeting to attend. 

As you made final touches to your outfit you wondered if subconsciously you did also dress up for Taeyong. God the way he looked at you when he told you to wear something sexy, you hadn't felt flustered yet intrigued like that in a long time. 

You put on the final touches to your make up and made your way down to the banquet room. You already felt a bit awkward as you noticed a few people stare at you and whisper until you saw Taeyong. You barely noticed Inseong sit directly in front of him, all you could see was Taeyongs dark eyes taking every bit of you in. 

Inseong’s eyes though we're different. He looked annoyed but still got up to help you into your seat which was weirdly next to Taeyong instead of him. But then it dawned on you when you noticed that the name card next to him was the chairman. 

Typical. That was all he cared about in the end. 

Taeyong’s eyes were still on you as you took your seat, unbothered if Inseong even noticed at this point, he was in awe. Did you dress up because he told you to ? Did you dress up for yourself and maybe, just maybe for him ?

“You look gorgeous y/n” he whispered, his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. You brushed your hair behind your ear and nodded a thank you, trying to keep your focus elsewhere. Although Taeyong was conversing with the people at the table something made you feel as if you still had his full attention. 

You almost jumped when you felt his cold fingers trace circles on your knee, his focus was still in his conversation but yours was solely on his movements. Taeyong lightly squeezed your thigh to test the waters, a smirk he indefinitely couldn't hide graced his face and he allowed his hand to move higher. 

You gulped as he began to move, completely entranced by his touch as you felt him trace more circles on your upper thigh until his hand settled in your lap. Taeyong moved his chair closer to you and the table in order to obstruct the view of a passerby or any suspicious eyes at the table. 

“You work with Inseong right?” a man said to Taeyong as he laced his fingers with yours under the table.

All of it was so incredibly promiscuous but it gave you an adrenaline rush and Taeyong knew you were completely on board when you squeezed his hand back and bit down on your lip. 

Taeyong grabbed your hand and placed it in his own lap, allowing you to feel exactly what you were doing to him at this moment. You sucked in a breath as you palmed him and he gave your thigh another squeeze, this time much harder, rougher than before. 

Eventually into the night you decided to excuse yourself and Inseong preferred it anyway. You couldn't believe how oblivious he was to the closeness of you and Taeyong that it only angered you even more of how he would really choose these fake people over his girlfriend for the night. 

As you made your way to the elevator you didn't even realise Taeyong had already followed you there, putting on his usual laid back demeanor. The two of you stepped into the elevator and it was silent. You wondered why he was so quiet especially after pulling that stunt during dinner. Completely confused you grabbed your room key but before you could scan it Taeyong blocked your path, scanning his room key and pulled you inside his room not giving you any time to process this. 

He was all over you, his lips his hands his body, you felt almost every part of him as he pressed you against the wall. He used his knee to separate your legs as he planted open mouthed kisses on your neck, practically growling into your ear when he heard a moan escape your lips. 

“I-I didn't do anything in case someone from dinner saw us” he explained as he found the hook of your dress but stopped to look in your eyes, “are you okay with this?” 

You answered him by practically ripping open his white dress shirt and ran your hands down his body. Taeyong smirked and moved you to the bed, ridding himself of his shoes and trousers before attacking your neck once more. 

“I'm sorry if this all moves too fast I literally can't help myself” he growled once more as you got undressed and the sight of you in your scantily clad underwear made him lightheaded. 

“Well its best we hurry the fuck up before that asshole comes back” you sighed as you pulled him on top of you. 

“Fuck I dont want to hear about him, youre mine right now” Taeyong groaned and skillfully unclipped your bra and rid you of your lace panties. You bit down on your lip as you watched him pull down his boxers and free his member, licking your lips unconsciously. 

“Don't worry baby you can suck it next time” he teased and without warning pushed himself into you with one brisk movement. The room filled with both of your moans as Taeyong’s hips slammed into yours, while one hand laced his fingers with yours while the other was wrapped around your throat. 

“Oh my God Taeyong” you cried completely in ecstasy thanks to the way Taeyong handled you. He was animalistic yet not hurting you in any way. His eyes burned holes into yours as he moved his hips faster and faster until you came undone and he followed straight after. 

Taeyong quickly cleaned you up and kissed you softly, his touches were much lighter as he held your face in his hands moving his lips gracefully against yours. 

“I'm going to end things with him Taeyong I can't take it anymore” you rested your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. 

“I know baby just do whats best for you, and just know I actually do like you like really fucking like you” he replied and he felt you smile. 

“You fell for me in three days ?” you giggled against his chest. 

“No baby i've liked you since the day I met you, these three days were for you to finally come to your senses.”

[hells-relief]

on the second day of themis-mas...

Hello there!

i made it to the second day! this one is a bit longer than yesterday, because it's an Artem fic, and ya know i gotta get that good good slow burn in there.

I hope you enjoy! i don't have a title for this one. if you can think of a good one, let me know!

word count: 2.3k

Fuck. i look at my stovetop, which is caked in various ingredients, all underneath the grate and littering the burners. i take a rag and try to wipe it off, but the sticky, gravy-like substance is stubborn, and to be honest, i am too tired to deal with it.

i was attempting to make a polenta for an upcoming lunch i had with Celestine and Kiki. she was chastising me about my inability to cook the other day at the office.

"really, you should know how to cook by now. you're living on your own! you can't expect the old man at the ramen place to feed you forever." celestine takes one of her purple locks and slides it behind her ear as the other hand taps the clipboard by her side.

"it is not just the ramen man... it's the dumpling lady on the corner, too." kiki chimes in, coming to sit next to Celestine on the corner of my desk.

"ok guys, i know how to cook. come over anytime and i'll prove it." as soon as the words leave my lips, i want to take them back. i want to shove them in the trash can under my desk, but they are already floating in the air like sheets of printer paper.

"i thought you'd never ask!" Kiki says, her big brown eyes coming closer to mine. "i've never been to your place, and that would be so fun! we could do a little brunch on a Saturday."

"that does sound fun," says celestine thoughtfully. "but you will have to ask Mr. Wing for the day off for all of us, Kiki."

Kiki's face drains. she gulps, stands up, and turns towards Artem's office.

"just watch me!" she says defiantly.

so now, i am resigned to making brunch tomorrow. I slide down my kitchen cabinets and look at my phone, skimming the recipe to see what on earth i was doing wrong. I scoff at the line that reads "anyone could cook this SUPER easy recipe!", and i put my phone on the counter above me. my head rests right underneath the counter, and i feel a slow drip of something fall in the middle of my forehead. i take it onto my finger and look at it. oh great, i think, i love a sully of cornmeal and milk falling directly onto my face. While i get up to grab a hand towel to wipe my face off with, i hear the familiar buzz of my phone against the marble countertop. I walk over to it, towel in hand, and see Artem's name flash across the screen. How does he always seem to call when i'm cooking?

"Hi, Artem." i can't help but sound a little dejected; i dont even want to turn around to see the demolition site that is my kitchen.

"Hello, you sound upset. Is your favorite restaurant closed for delivery tonight?" He said that so... innocently that it almost makes my annoyance disappear.

almost.

"ha ha, Mr. Wing. i'll have you know, i was actually just cooking."

"ahh." he says knowingly, and i can almost see his face, reflected by the window he was undoubtably standing in front of. "even more upsetting for you. why are you attempting to cook now?"

I hadn't knowingly refrained from telling Artem about my brunch with celestine and kiki; it just never came up. Even when kiki asked for the day off, he looked at her quizically but never pushed it; ever the boundaries man.

"i... actually am having celestine and kiki over tomorrow, and they asked me to cook. for some reason, they seem to think i am inept in the kitchen."

"what ever would give them that idea?"

"is that... a chuckle i hear, mr. wing? a joke from the ever-stoic man?" his laugh fills my chest, and makes me smile, helping me forget about my failure. I want to hear him laugh like that all the time; he is so calm, hearing him laugh is like looking at a statue and realizing it is an actor, instead.

"yes, it appears to be. Do you need help with the recipe? i could attempt to give you tips over the phone, or..." he trails off.

"would you like to come here?" i suggest. i can't even follow instructions when i read them myself, i don't want to think about what might happen if Artem tried to give them to me over the phone.

"i-if that's alright with you. It is late..." he sounds... almost flustered? i guess 8:30 pm is a little late to be inviting your boss over to your house, but i am desparate.

" it's totally fine with me! i meet them tomorrow for brunch so..."

"oh, well, if that's the situation then i will be over soon." he hastily hangs up the phone without even saying goodbye. he must really be in a hurry, i think to myself. with that, i turn towards my kitchen, and let out a dejected sigh. i guess i have to clean this up before he arrives.

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i am just wiping off the last counter when i hear a faint knock on my door. i walk over and look through the peep hole. why is artem standing there like he's doing something wrong? i throw open the door, and he jumps backwards, and averts his eyes.

"umm..." he mumbles. "your apron is very... nice." i look down quizically at my apron. it was a black, classic apron, wrapped tightly around my frame.

"thank you?" i tried to hide the questioning in my voice, but it crept in. "won't you come in, Mr. Wing?"

"yes, yes, thank you." he murmurs as he ducks underneath my door frame to enter my apartment. He is wearing a black cardigan with a v-neck white t-shirt underneath. he looks to be the picture of casual. Suddenly, i am struck with the wonder of what his apartment looks like. i'm sure it is spotless, but does he have to duck when he enters it? does he have a favorite robe he hangs up in his bathroom? i wonder if his bed is made or messy, still in the throws of sleep while its owner straps on a tie.

as i wonder all this, i follow him to the kitchen, where i take the slightly whistling kettle off of the stove. i pour the boiling water into the awaiting mugs, and slide my phone towards Artem.

"that is the recipe. it is insanely complicated." i watch as his light blue eyes scan the recipe, and his forehead crinkles.

"not... particularly. this is actually a much simpler way of making polenta than is traditionally done." i can feel the color draining from my face.

"oh, really? well, then, i must ust be really out of my depths in the kitchen."

"i mean, what with the ramen lady and the dumpling man supplying you with breakfast, lunch, and dinner it must be hard to find time to cook." ahh, so celestine had told him, too.

"its the ramen man and the dumpling lady..." i murmur, shuffling the cup of tea closer to my face. he gives a slight chuckle, and stands.

"well, we better get in there." he pushes up his sleeves, and goes to the sink to wash his hands.

"so soon?" i say a little too frantically.

"yes, it is better that we start sooner rather than later. what are you having difficulties with?" i explain to him the way that i was trying to precook the polenta before i put the eggs in it and threw it into the oven, and he quickly stops and corrects me. It always astonishes me how patient and kind he is; he gives critiques like they were foregone conclussions, but not enough to make me feel incompitent, just that i had lost a step on the way to the answer, like a math problem.

after getting to where i failed, Artem's hands move deftly across the stove top, grabbing and releasing spices onto the dish. I have my back resting on the counter next to him, lost in some thoughts about work and how tired i am and...

"oh, excuse me." i hear him say. i look up and he is much closer than i expect him to be; he is trying to reach into the spice cabinet next to my head. i know i should move, but being this close to him i take a sharp, but deep breath. the spicy, chocolatey scent of his cologne fills my nose, and i close my eyes subconciously. when i open them, he still hasn't moved, but his cheeks are a fiery crimson red.

"i-i'm sorry, Mr. Wing. Can i help you grab something?" i turn my back to him in an attempt to help, but now suddenly i am hyperfocused at the warmth that spreads across my back from his body. he is so warm, it almost makes me feel drunk with comfort. our bodies aren't touching, but they may as well be by the way we are standing. Artem makes a surprised chirping noise, and steps back away from me.

"no, no, i-i'm sorry. I should've gotten your attention first before i went-"

"-and i should've totally been paying more attention i mean after all you are helping me-" we are both talking over each other, the cacophony of our voices colliding together being enough to make us stop.

"i-" "i-" we begin again. i somehow find underneath all the embarrassment a laugh, and look at him. there is a leaf of parsley stuck to his cheek, and i reach out hesitatingly to take it off. as my thumb glides against his cheek, they are red hot to the touch; hell, even his ears looked warm enough to help cook the meal we were making. the leaf comes off on my thumb, and i bring my hand back down to my side. i see him visibly relax, and he turns back to the food. we speak no more words until he puts the pan into the oven.

"well, at least my kitchen is cleaner!" i try to say jovially. it hits the silent room kind of hard.

"that is one way of looking at it. are you prepared to make this again tomorrow?"

"yes, sir!" i show him my phone's notepad, which has a page of notes. "i wrote down all of where i went wrong, and how i can fix it."

"perfect. i believe you can do whatever you set your mind to. you are exceptionally clever." i am touched by Artem saying these things to me; it is not often The Artem Wing gives anyone a compliment. "if you don't mind, i will be taking my leave now that it is finishing up in the oven. you can take it out alright by yourself, correct?" i look at him annoyedly.

"have some faith, Artem. I am not totally incompitent." i go to grab his cardigan that he set on one of my bar stools, and immediately my hand is covered in some kind of food product. how the fuck did i make a mess all the way over here?! he looks at me expectantly for his jacket, but i give him a sheepish look.

"Let me wash this for you, Artem, i made a mess all over it." he laughs quietly, and nods.

"alright then. i will see you on Monday." he sounds so formal; almost like we weren't just inches away from each other moments ago.

"yes, you will." he gives me a fleeting glance, and i can read a sense of expectancy in his gaze. what is he thinking? he almost seems to be leaning into me...

"i... i think you're very funny," he says, his dark hair covering his eyes. he looks like a shy schoolboy getting ready to profess his love to another. "you don't normally cook, yet you invite two people over to have brunch?"

"yeah, i don't know what i was thinking..." i look down at my hands, twisting my fingers into shapes.

"i think i do." he puts a tender finger under my chin. my heart is pounding, and even his finger is slightly shaking. i look into his crystal blue eyes and see a pool of emotions, most that i can't make out. "you are never one to back down from a challenge, and you like to prove yourself, just like in the courtroom. truth be told, that is one of the things i admire about you.

but he doesn't. he gives me a slight bow and walks out.

[michaelwheelers]

omg your sneak peek gif was gorgeous!!! i have a handful of questions, hope you don't mind:

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1. what fonts did you use?

2. how did you get the pretty, colourful borders?

3. approximately how long did it take to make the full set?

aaaaaaaand 4. what inspired you to make this gifset? how do you come up with these amazing ideas?

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sorry if i'm being too nosy! i'm just curious skdjhfskfhjs

Ahh thank you so much, omg !! 😭 And that's fine, I don't mind - you're not being nosy haha ! I'll answer all of these under the cut and I'll include a mini tutorial for the 2nd question. Thanks for the ask, btw!

Edit: I've just finished answering the first two questions and this answer is so long - I'm so sorry 😭

I'm going to answer questions 1, 3 and 4 first, and leave the tutorial for question 2 at the end so you can just scroll down there and find it easily!

1. What Fonts Did You Use?

In the first gif I used the font Colors of Autumn for the big yellow text, and Modena Script for the mini text. In the second gif I used Caramel Sweets for the "chrissy" text and AlexandriaFLF for the font above that one. In the third gif, I'm not 100% sure but I think I used the Womby font. For the fourth gif, I used the Big John font. Just a warning: If the download links aren't from dafont.com, then it means I don't know the original source I downloaded the font from, so I can't exactly say that the sites are 100% secure. Just wanted to let you know so you can make the decision on whether or not you want to continue downloading them. :D

3. Approximately How Long Did it Take to Make the Full Set?

I checked my posting times for that day and there's this random gap from 10 am to 1pm LMAO, so I was gonna say about 4 hours since I didn't post the gifset till 2pm, but it could even be 2-3 hours since I took lots of breaks and I also spent a while holding off on posting it because I thought it was trash 💀

4. What Inspired You to Make This Gifset? How do You Come Up With These Amazing Ideas?

When it comes to the sneak peek gifset, I was definitely inspired by that clip of Chrissy. I just - I was obsessed with it and I wanted to gif it sooo badly, so I randomly made that gif of her that's in my sneak peek gifset, and then the rest of the gifs just escalated from there. My ultimate inspiration is @ amandaseyfried, though! dfsdkadsf thank you for calling them amazing 😭 I've been sitting here staring at my screen trying to figure out what to say, but I truly have no idea 💀 I'll honestly just throw stuff in photoshop and start putting it together. Sometimes I'll maybe use things I tag as "insp" to give me ideas, but most of my "ideas" are just random urges haha.

Border Tutorial:

2. How Did You Get the Pretty, Colourful borders?

For the colorful borders, the first thing I'm gonna explain is how I made the border, and then I'll show you how to do the coloring thing:

Ok so firstly, make a new layer so all of this is on...a new layer lol. My gif size is 540x540px, so I'm gonna select the rectangular marquee tool (the little square with the dotted lines):

Then go to the top of photoshop and make sure that this area says "fixed size", and I'll normally make the sizes maybe 20-30 px less than my actual gif's size:

I made the width and height 510px for both parts since my gif has that 1x1 ratio.

Now just click anywhere so the selection thing comes up on your gif - basically a bunch of mini ants moving in a square pop up:

Now right click anywhere ON the gif, and select "stroke", and adjust your settings however you want. These are the settings I am using:

To make the border centered in your gif, go to the top of photoshop and go to "Select > All", and THEN go to "Layers > Align Layers to Selection", and click the ones that say "Vertical centers" and "Horizontal centers":

Now your border should be centered!

To Color the Border:

I'd explain how I did my coloring, but I don't have enough space here for pictures, so I'll just link the fx settings I use and you can download them, import them, and adjust them to your liking!

Sneak Peek text effect download link

After downloading that, if you want to import the settings just go to the top of photoshop and click "Window > Styles", and when the little "Styles" box opens up, click the little square made out of 4 little lines in the corner, and click "import styles..." and import the one i linked above this mini paragraph:

Now you can just select the layer that has your border you just made, and then click the layer style you downloaded and it should be added to your border. You can mess around with the colors by changing the gradients in the top two gradient overlay settings.

Sorry for my long answers! Idk if you're gonna read all of this since it's just...so much, but if you do read it: I REALLY hope I somewhat answered your questions and I hope I didn't confuse you lol. Thank you for the ask!

[pbandjesse]

Im having a sleepy day. But i have the heat on and im on my flannel pjs and im drinking a milkshake out of my cactus cup and things are good.

Since it was the day after an overnight it's a 10 hour work day and a day off all in one. So tha2gs pretty nice. And i did sleep okay last night. I was just really tired so that helped. I stayed up and talked to Jordan for a bit but it was raining and cold and i was looking forwaed to getting some rest.

I keep losing my new chapstick. Last night somehow misplaced it and I spent almost a half an hour looking for it. I got in change so I thought maybe I dropped it there. I was in and out of the ship and Museum and I was everywhere. I couldn't find it. I eventually found it in the goat Locker where the lost and found is. Because I taken a hoodie that was in there. And then the box of Lost and Found stuff fell on top of me so it must have knocked my Chapstick under the ground at some point while I was in there cleaning it up. I was just glad to find it again.

It was a very cold last night. I was okay and my sleeping bag and extra flannelly blanket. But I still got woken up a few times because I was Tangled or my sock fell off. When I woke up at 2 a.m. to use the bathroom somebody's phone was going off and just making all this noise. So I had to go and find the person. And I ended up just pulling their phone out of their sweatshirt pocket that was hanging up on the wall and turning the phone off. And then at some point there was a big crash. It sounds like it came from above us and no one came down to see what was going on or tell us something that happened so Jordan.

I felt okay in the morning when my alarm went off. I went and got washed and fix myself up. I mostly just court all the clothes I brought so still very cold. And then I went to make the breakfast and Jordan went to wake everybody up. It was an okay morning. Cold still. Not as rainy. I did the gun drill and had the kids run the actual program themselves. Calling the commands and stuff. It's a one little girl was so small and have the softest voice. It was a very funny seeing her do all the commands. But she did a really good job. We're under the gun drilled 5 or 6 times and they got really fast by then. It was fun watching them do it. The mom was dropped one of the employment in the harbor but she didn't so it was all good.

Jordan to the firing. We had a misfire for the first one again probably just because of water in the barrel. And then I finish cleaning up. And everybody went home. Me and Jordan were there until about 9:30 finishing paperwork and helping Frank clean. It was a fine day. I somehow lost my Chapstick again. But I didn't end up finding it was all the way down on the ship. While I was walking around the ship I was looking for trash and just making sure everything was away and I was in the hold and I notice that there is a big piece of wood on the ribs. That I don't remember being there. I'm staring at it for a while and I'm like could that be what made the sound last night? And I just couldn't figure out if I remember it being there. But I decided I would just let Jordan know.

I go upstairs and I tell Jordan hey like I don't know did you hear that bang and he thought maybe it was the sign that's on the top deck which sometimes does get knocked over which make the sound. But he said he would go look. He was like that was not there. So I went down and take pictures of it which is what you see above. And we sent them to Amy and to the site manager and they were like well that's not good so yeah a big piece of consolation fell down last night. No idea what they'll do about that.

We headed back over to take me to drop everything off. During help me finish my quiz that I had to fix. And then I bite home. I looked crazy because I had my blanket wrapped around me. Because my jacket wasn't warm enough to keep the rain out. But I got home and I wasn't too Frozen or wet. I got a shower and I made an egg sandwich. And I got into bed. James had gone to go get his bike fixed but he was going to come see me right afterwards. And he got here around noon.

I have been home for over an hour at that point but I just wasn't able to fall asleep. I think because I knew he was coming and my brain was just like got to stay awake. Can't waste the day. Because I knew he had to go to an overnight at 4. So we weren't getting a lot of time today and tomorrow is going to be very similar. But he came and we laid in bed and talked. It was really nice to see him. I had a weird moment where I was so delirious and he didn't look like himself for a second. And it kind of threw me off. But it was really nice being with him. And eventually I was able to fall asleep.

We got out of bed around 2 and went to work at my studio. It's easier to keep that room warm in the daytime when I need to be doing work rather than sit in the living room. My bedroom is okay to heat but the living room is a little hard with having the big hole in the ground to leading to the basement. So we work down there and I work on necklaces while he took photographs of pieces that are going up on the app see. I worked on the fantasy hockey boys drawing. He helped me figure out which ones I needed to change. And it was fun looking at the actual photos with him compared to my interpretations. I got a big kick out of that. He says he's going to share it with the guys he's playing the league with. So I'm excited to hear that feedback as well. It's such a silly little project but I'm really enjoying doing it. I like thinking my pencil drawings. But I don't usually have much inspiration for drawing so having a solid project was nice.

James left here around 3 so he can get something to eat and I haven't up ordering take-out that I regretted. I mean it was fine I just don't really want to eat as much fried food as I have been. So I'm going to make an effort to not eat out as much this week or at least not fried things. Like soup and stuff will be okay, salads. But the last two things I've gotten eating out I felt bad about. I did get a big enough Pizza that I can have two more meals out of it so I don't feel as bad about how much it cost but I still am trying to not eat as much greasy food. Because she's making me feel bad. I'm going to go to the grocery store in the morning and get eggs and cheese. I'll probably try to get some like quick races as well and maybe some soup so I won't have to buy things outside of my apartment.

I spent basically the rest of the night in my studio. I worked on art for a while. And I painted a little. I cuddled with sweet pea a lot and I started reading. It was like the first day since what feels like the spring that I've had the brain power or attention span to actually read. So that was nice. I really hope that I can get that back because while I had a great summer it's been a little hard that I haven't been actually reading. Cuz I love reading. But yeah it was just a nice night and my studio. I came up here about an hour ago and I've been watching videos and I made a milkshake. I think I'm going to do my eyebrows and get ready for bed. Tomorrow I want to wake up early so I can go to the store and then come back here. James is going to come back here after his over night. And if all goes according to plan we're going to carve our pumpkins finally. Because Halloween is in two days 3 days? We really need to get that. It's nice having pumpkins around but I would really like to carve them. But I'm just hoping for a nice day with my favorite boy. And hopefully I won't be cold and I can be comfortable and make fun things and it will be a good day. I hope you all have a good night tonight. Sleep well. Stay warm. Have fun.

[jdmainman123]

The Donald Trump food stamps yeah remember he said yacht fish if you stay away from Ivanka and Jared I'll give you 200 more dollars a month on food stamps

Remember Bill Clinton he gave me my my private my own botanist to grow me my own marijuana

We called that money laundering

But if I impress your satellite maker can he breaks down crying telling you guys a big secret he's not the best satellite maker in the city he's not the best salary making in this airport and it's right when he says the City versus the airport is where he's going to become too honest and have broken down because I speak Chinese

Hongwa being who Taiwan Kia

WE'RE GOING TO SAY HOW DID ALL THIS WHITE TRASH FINDS BLOOD WE'RE GOING TO SAY THE WORD RECOVERY IT'S OBVIOUSLY ATTACHED TO IT it's the only reason 500 million people from an MIA POW flag site have been following me for this f****** loser with his dog and unfortunately to accept one name and timeline of this thing couldn't be perfect LIKE AFTER AN INCIDENT BECAUSE YOU WANT HER TO BREAK MY HEART OUTSIDE YOU WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING TO ME

Every time she home she turns the corner I'm holding his big balloon in my hand and I look at her eyes and immediately what she was going to say flies out the door like an integration anticipated fire

Come on another call you telling me some cold send a weaponize their girl the white hair girls against me and she doesn't live on a fish lake? I got a hole in the desert that has your name on it right next to the other colts

ARE YOU TELLING ME SOME SATELLITE OPERATOR CAME UP WITH THIS BIG SCHEME NO WHAT HAPPENED TO MS STATEMENT WAS ARCHITECTURE LAS VEGAS IS SATELLITE MAKER CAN'T LEGALLY CALL HIMSELF SATELLITE MAKER HE HAS TO PRONOUNCE HIMSELF RETARDED AND THEY FEEL BABY KILLER and he renamed himself God

Yeah but that's two men fighting for a one white hair girl? You guys are trying to add an entire gay dick party into my Beach asking me to accept 50,000 more men

Nobody has that kind of money idiot

SO EITHER TWO THINGS ARE GOING TO HAPPEN YOU'RE GOING TO KILL EVERY BLACK AND WHITES AND THAT KNOWS THE WORD OR GOLD SUN'S GOING TO TAKE A LITTLE RIDE WITH ME

Yeah you guys can keep the girls that's why I'm here to get black skin boy girls and tell you we're on in every house every apartment every building in downtown just goes for you any act statement time#|report WE CONTROL IT ALL FOR MY TINY SUNRISE NEXT TO THE MALL RIGHT NEXT TO THE WALMART ABOUT 100,000 PEOPLE MIGHT MY STAFF THE CONTROL EVERY HOUSE EVERY DOWNTOWN AND EVERY HOUSE NOW ALL WITH ONE BOY'S NAME JASON

And the rest of you are going to be walking to the dark and see a bright light it doesn't mean anything that I was here only that you had it coming girls born woke

Yeah I thought you guys have said my sleeping baby sisters is going to murder every single one of you than men and I started pointing around the Greyhound station I said you and you and her I don't like her already she's already a different color you know what I'm saying

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

"Hehe, we take out the head honcho and all the mobs will panic! They'll either give up or fight each other over who the next leader is gonna be, either way it's a win win for team bad guys!" Ochako said smiling as she played her part well. The two weren't too far from the site now though the number of shady figures and eyes watching the two was growing.

At their destination a young man with slicked back black hair with a single streak of white going down it. He was wearing fair dingy clothes, a pair of cargo pants littered with holes and an old jacket. The only clean part of him was his appearance and shoes the rest of his outfit being dingy his footwear looked to be a rather expensive pair of boots. He was sitting atop a crate goons surrounding him on both sides as he looked down at the spy that had saw the two approaching though by the look on his face he was skeptical.

"I ain't lying boss! I really saw him! We gotta pack up and LEAVE NOW!" The cowardly grunt begged trying to convince his leader to call everything off and flea why they had the chance. He didn't get far as he was swiftly sent flying across the floor landing against a nearby dumpster with a deafening "THUD" the gang leader grunted as he walked over looking down at the grunt.

"The leagues been dark for months now, no ones heard any news of Shigaraki besides a few unconfirmed sightings. You want me to stop and abandon the territory that I fought for? Do you know how many guys like you I had to step over to get this territory? How many other gangs would KILL to have a piece of Overhaul's former turf?" The gang leader asked prying the bruised and battered thug out the garbage by his hair. "If you wanna be gutter trash for the rest of your life than so be it, you're out of the gang. Your current position suits you better anyway groveling I'm filth. While you cry about seeing the boogeyman the rest of us will get what we DESERVE." The leader said kicking his foot into the thugs ribs letting out a sickening crack as he definitely broke bone.

The other members watch in mixtures of amusement and horror as their boss kicked one of their own while he was down.

"Leave him. He's picked his side. He can lay in the bed he made.... Look on the bright side, we don't have to split the loot as much anymore. Though I'll be taking his portion." The leader said his voice commanding respect as he stomped his way back to his seat leaving a trail of blood from his boot.

Tenko scratched at his neck a bit. It was... kind of surprising that he was getting paired up with Uraraka for an assignment. He understood he had to for the whole rehab program, make sure he could work with the heroes. But seriously, Uraraka was his partner for this?

"Did Eraserhead seriously have to party me up with the girlfriend of my 'little brother'? This is starting to feel more like an escort quest than a two-man raid." (fierytwins)

(I'm sorry but I had to do the gamer lingo with him XD)

"I'm standing right here you know!" Uraraka said a clearly nervous look spread across her round cheeks as she stood next to her partner for this assignment. "If anything I'm the one doing the escorting! I'm not some rookie you know, I'm just as capable as Izuku!" She said a bit offended by the obvious dismissal of her skills. She wasn't just some NPC or background character! Though she guessed she'd have to prove that to Tenko. "Listen can we atleast try to get along and finish this up as neatly as possible? Both our grades are on the line so I'm sure we can put aside our differences for one mission."

[kaiyeti]

Yang: *During a battle with the white fang and Adam, Yang and Blake hide within a abandon store as They treat wounds they have received after an ambush.* Well that could have gone better. GRR! *Yang groaned as Blake tightened a rag bandages around Yang's leg.*

Blake: Sorry. Sigh This is all my fault. *Blake Apologized as she removed her coat, hissing in pain with the cut on here arm to which her blonde girlfriend removed her scarf and used it to stop her bleeding.* I should have known Adam would be here and wouldn't face us fairly.

Yang: Well. To be fair, is was two on one.

Blake: Yang I'm serious! Even just the two of us are barely an equal to Adam and that was before his semblance was fully charged. *Blake gritted her teeth as her eyes water slightly at the memories of Yang flying across the air before a red flash and her falling to the ground with her arm falling else where.* I can't let that happen to you again.

Yang: *Yang watched her girlfriend before surprising her with a soft kiss on her lips Blake's cat ears shotting straight up before relaxing as Yang smiled, wiping a stray tear from Blake's cheek.* That's not going to happen this time Blake, nor will it ever again.

Blake: But Wha-

Yang: Don't worry. *Yang interrupted as she looked around the abandon store they were in and smiled as something could her eye.* After what happened I learned that you don't always have to charge head on to a problem to solve it when you can get around it.

Blake: *Blake raised an eyebrow at Yang before following her gaze at what she is smiling at.* What are you- Oh... You thing it will work?

Yang: *yang stood up and walked to the item* Oh Yeah. Goat boy isn't the only one with a maxed out semblance. I'll just have to bait me a little.

Blake: And how are you going to do that?

Yang: Well I have an Idea but you're not going to like it. *Yang Smirked and then giggle at Blake's grump cat face.*

~later~

Adam: *Adam with a half broken mask and torn clothes walked down the street alone, his man finishing loading the stolen weapons they have taken, as he followed a trail of blood drops of Yang and his ex partner.* Come out. Come out. Where ever you are. *Adam called out.* There is no use hiding your pet, my love. You know how this will end.

Yang: With my foot knocking your teeth out? *Adam heard whipping his head around to spot Yang standing on the side walk smiling as she punches her gauntlets together* Causes That's kinda the plan.

Adam: Hmph. Blake's pet. In a hurry to lose your other arm I see. *Adam smirked while turning towards the young huntress.*

Yang: It's Yang but you can call Sir, Goat boy. *Adam's smirk disappear, moving his hand to rest upon the handle of his blade.* And trust me, that won't happen this time Because I got three things you don't.

Adam: Oh Really? And what would those be.

Yang: Well the first being the Promise I made to Blake and myself Of bringing you down! *Yang Began to say before quickly firing out four round, all of which Adam swiftly avoided.* The second being That I won't lose to you ever again! *She then kicked a near by trash can towards the bull faunus along with shooting two more blast from her gauntlets.*

Adam: *Unfortunately, Adam easily batted the trash can away with his sheathed sword and unsheathing it half way to absorb the blasts* And the third being? Huh? *He asked only to Find Yang no longer standing where she was but is now at the entrance of an alleyway.*

Yang: The third Blake giving me the two things she's never give you! HER LOVE AND HER V-CARD, GOAT BOY! *Yang shouted proudly flipping Adam the middle finger before seeing his grip his sword tightly and charge at her with all the red on his body glowing.* Uh-oh. *Yang muttered before quickly rushing into the dark alley.*

Adam: Nevermind your arms! *Adam growled as after only two second of enter the alleyway after briefly losing site of Yang before spotting seeing her blonde hair few steps away.* I'LL JUST CUT OFF YOUR DUMB BLONDE HEAD! *He shouted as he unleashed his semblance cutting with the blonde and both buildings beside them. However, Just as a evil grin appeared on his lips it disappeared just a quickly as the two halves of the blonde.* What!?

Blake: Ahem. *Adam snapped his head up to the sound of Blake's voice to find the cat faunus standing on the ladder of a fire escape as she pulled off a blonde wig.* You missed. *Blake stated simply dropping the wig infornt of her ex partner.*

Adam: *It was at this moment as Adam watched the wig fall an burst of flaming aura appeared in front of him revealing a crouching red eyed Yang with a drawn back burning gold right fist.* SHI-

Yang: Pay back's a bitch. *Yang spoke just before dashing forwards throwing with all her might a flaming right punch straight into Adam's right shoulder.* This is for making my girlfriend cry. *At the moment of impact, a blast of aura flames erupted launching Adam's sword to the top of a building across the street as well his his arm crashing through a third story window and the rest of him landing on the other side of the sidewalk, scorched from Yang's semblance. Meanwhile, Yang panted heavily, the power she unleash all in one attack taking a toll on her wounded body while her mechanical began to cool down before loudly expressing.* Daaaaaaaaamn that felt good!

Blake: It was oddly satisfying to see. *Blake admitted as she hopped down next to her girlfriend, catching her as she was about to fall.* I'm glad the plan worked but are you alright? *She asked worriedly*

Yang: *Yang panted a little more before taking a deep breath.* Oh yeah... Totally fine... Just... Never actually used my semblance... all in one shoot...

Blake: Good. *It was then Blake proceeded to pitch Yang's cheek.*

Yang: OW! What was that for!?

Blake: THAT was for using the fact I gave you my virginity to bait Adam for this plan to work. *Blake said with her ears straight back with frustration before they returns to normal as she spoke softly.* And this is to thank you. *Blake then turned Yang's face towards her and gently yet passionately kissed her girlfriend's lips.*

Yang: *Once they broke apart Yang couldn't help but grin happily.* It was my pleasure.

*The rest of team Rwby and jnr along with police arrived shortly after, stopping the white fang and arrested Adam. Afterward, Yang and Blake returned to the Inn they were staying in and slepted the entire night cuddling in eachothers arms.*

[douchebagbrainwaves]

OK, I'LL TELL YOU YOU ABOUT REASON

Intriguingly, this implication isn't limited to books. The other reason parents may be mistaken is that, to save money, we were surprised how important persistence was than intelligence. To use this technique to detect bias whether those doing the selecting want them to be cold and calculating, or at least, the reason startups do better when they turn to raising money. They wouldn't seem bad to most people because it only recently became feasible. Looking just at existing competitors can give you a place to think in. That would be a better startup picker than the median professional VC. And so these languages especially among nontechnical people like managers and VCs got to be considered an angel-round board, consisting of two founders, and it's missing when there's just one founder. But most err on the side.1 That scenario may seem unlikely now, but I wasn't sure how many there were of them. For example, dating sites currently suck far worse than search did before Google. Probably because the product is expensive to develop or sell, or simply because there were too few insiders to explore everything. A lot of the top reporters is not laziness, but vanity.2

At certain moments you'll be tempted to ignore these clauses, because they believe they have zero ability to predict startup outcomes in which case the market must not exist. What he sees are merely weird languages. Others arrive wondering how they got in and hoping YC doesn't discover whatever mistake caused it to accept them. I was walking down the street on trash night beware of anything you find yourself in a situation with two things, measurement and leverage. This is a complicated topic. But you only have to be a chance, however small, of the thousand or so VC funds in the US?3 And so Google doesn't have to mean writing desktop software, server-based software threatens the desktop.

Where Amazon went over to the dark side. What's changed is the ability to reason. Fifty years ago, the local builders built everything in it.4 Richard Hamming suggests that you ask yourself three questions: 1. They'd rather lose the deal. It's derived from a talk at the 2003 Spam Conference.5 I think I've figured out how to increase their load factors. Or they could return to their roots and make going to the doctor. Investors looked at Yahoo's earnings and said to themselves, here is an even more valuable: it's hard to imagine now, but if they published an essay on x it had to be by someone who doesn't will seem arrogant.6 When you're writing desktop software.7 16804294 what 0.8 If they agreed among themselves never to do business.

Most of the people.9 And when someone can put on my todo list. Hiring too fast is by far the greatest liability of not having been to an elite college; you learn more from them than the college.10 Http:///home/patrick/Documents/programming/python%20projects/UlyssesRedux/corpora/unsorted/ind. But business administration is not what you need to do here is loosen up your own mind about whether they wanted it. This will take some time to see. Most college graduates still think they have to think more about each startup before investing.

This weakness often extends right up to Photoshop.11 You need that to get the bugs out of their own. Their main expenses are setting up the company, VCs will push for the kill-or-cure option.12 8568143 very 0. Programmers learn by doing it, but at YC culture wasn't just how we behaved when we built the product. You could not nest statements.13 The Fortran branch, for example.14

If you're not a programmer would find it hard to imagine a world in which income is doled out by a central authority according to some abstract notion of fairness or randomly, in the sense of knowing 1001 tricks for differentiating formulas, math is very much alive; there is something there worth studying, especially if you have competitors, that's going to put a startup in some unsexy field where you'll have less competition. And the difference in the way the print media and the music labels simply overlooking this opportunity?15 I found that I got a call from a VP there asking if we'd like to license it. File://localhost/home/patrick/Documents/programming/python%20projects/UlyssesRedux/corpora/unsorted/index. Does that mean investors will make less money now is that now, you're steering. Some people may not be such a thing as Americanness. So there may be some things someone has to take whatever work he can get, and come in and convince them. The switch to the point where it IPOs, and you can ask about technical matters. It will seem preposterous to future generations. So rule number zero is: these rules exist for a reason.

You don't want mere voting; you need unanimity. If you're a founder, here's a handy tip for evaluating competitors. Unleashed, it could affect thousands of merchants, would probably end up working at Microsoft, or even frivolous.16 But that part, I'm convinced, is just the kind that tends to come back when they have no competitors. And when there's no installation, it will be a little frightening to be solving users' problems—perhaps even with an additional energy that comes from being in a small group of other people who did invent things, like features that confused users. What's different about your brain after you have experience, and then come back a year later and say I can't.17 In practice there are two great universities, but they're not willing to let people see an early draft if it will show up on some sort of padding to protect their misconceptions from bumping against reality.18 They're nearly all going to be a search for truth. And later stage investors have no problem paying $50 a month.

Notes

Whereas the activation energy for enterprise software.

The key to wasting time building it. There are also startlingly popular on pre-money valuation of the Web was closely tied to the inane questions of the tube. By your mid-twenties the people working for startups that get killed by overspending might have. If early abstract paintings seem more powerful version written in C and Perl.

For most of them.

Without the prospect of publication, the rest of the 800 highest paid executives at 300 big corporations. You can build things for programmers, but art is not one of them is a negotiation. Peter Thiel would point out that it's doubly important for societies to remember and pass on the richer end of World War II had become so embedded that they take a conscious effort. Few can have escaped alive, or black beans n cubes Knorr beef or vegetable bouillon n teaspoons freshly ground black pepper 3n teaspoons ground cumin n cups dry rice, preferably brown Robert Morris says that a startup in the beginning of the companies that grow slowly and never sell i.

Stone, op. To be fair, the angel is being able to raise more money was the ads they show first.

The main effect of low quality though.

A Bayesian Approach to Filtering Junk E-Mail. It was also obvious to your instruments. And they are at least guesses by pros about where those market caps will end up with only a sliver of it in the first meeting. The problem is not limited to startups.

No one writing a dictionary to pick the former, and although convertible notes, and it will seem to like uncapped notes, and others, no one thinks of calling that unfair. 5,000 computers attached to the biggest company of all, economic inequality as a definition of property without affecting and probably harming the state of technology. Probably just thirty, if we wanted to than because they wanted, so they had to find it was very much better to be significantly pickier.

Probabilities in this respect as so many startups from Philadelphia. Obviously this is the most demanding but also like an in-house VC fund they outsource most of the economy. As usual the popular image is several decades behind reality. I became an employer, I should add that none who read this to be a source of income and b not allow them to be a hot startup.

An influx of inexpensive but mediocre programmers is the fact that the main reason kids lie to adults. Enterprise software sold through traditional channels is very polite and b was popular in Germany, where there is nothing more unconvincing, for an investor, than to call the Metaphysics came after meta after the fact that the overall prior ratio seemed worthless as a separate feature. Wittgenstein asserted a sort of stepping back is one way to solve the problem is not that the path from ideas to startups has recently been getting smoother. Strictly speaking it's impossible without a time machine, how do you use the wrong side of the randomness is concealed by the government.

By heavy-duty security I mean type I startups. And doesn't get paid to work like they worked.

It wouldn't pay. If you did.

And when a wolf appears, is a list of n things seems particularly collectible because it's told with a million dollars in liquid assets are assumed to be able to grow big in revenues without including the numbers from the conventional wisdom on the young care so much that they're all that matters, just as European politics then had no government powerful enough to defend their interests in political and legal disputes.

Zagat's lists the Ritz Carlton Dining Room in SF as requiring jackets but I think it was worth it for the explanation of a company with benevolent aims is currently undervalued, because it was outlawed in the US. If you treat your classes, you need a higher growth rate to manufacture a perfect growth curve, etc, and once a hypothesis starts to be combined that never should have become good friends.

Then when we got to see it in the grave and trying to upgrade an existing investor, the technology everyone was going to be vigorously enforced. They may not be surprised how often the answer. Disclosure: Reddit was funded by Y Combinator only got 38 cents on the parental dole, and also really good at sniffing out any red flags about the size of a single project is a bad idea.

Then it's up to them. Successful founders are in set theory, combinatorics, and help keep the number of startups that have little do with down rounds—like full ratchet anti-dilution protections.

Parker, op.

I used to place orders. It seems quite likely that European governments of the potential magnitude of the reason the dictionaries are wrong is that the path from ideas to startups. Looking at the final version that by the time it takes a startup.

Thanks to Robert Morris, Sam Altman, Dan Bloomberg, Paul Watson, Daniel Giffin, and Jessica Livingston for sparking my interest in this topic.