#firehousemartyrcomplex

That depends on who is asking, asshole… yeah she do

Me: do it

Me: it is 2 am

Me: where else u gotta be

Me:

Me:

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Gregory knew Kara’s hormones had to be in full bloom. One moment she was shooting him dirty looks from across camp, and the next she was holding on to his arm as he attempted to cook dinner. The one thing she hadn’t done yet, however, was actually attempt to coax him to sleep with her.

As she mumbled obviously groggy words at him from within her tent, he stuck his head to see her lazily sprawled across the sleeping bags. He raised his eyebrows humorously at the sight of his pregnant friend.

18. Saying “I love you” for the first time

Dallas was a piece of shit. He had just blatantly decided to label Gregory as the type of man who knocked women up and left them for dead. It might have seen that way because Jezebel wasn’t exactly with him, but Gregory himself had never judged Dallas. Hell, he never judged anyone. Well, maybe Nathan but that homewrecker didn’t count.

As Gregory watched Kara tuck Dante in to bed, a sudden wave of nostalgia washed over him. She had made it clear that they were only going to be friends, but her new motherly personality made Gregory yearn for some sort of closure to their difficult relationship. He didn’t want it to end, but rather to know where they currently stood. The two had made love, but not amends.

Kara was walking in his direction, and Gregory for the first time realized they didn’t share a tent. Of course not, he told himself. Couples share tents. They were supposedly not a couple.

As Kara attempted to walk past him in a groggy stupor, Gregory slung his arm around her shoulders. He abruptly placed a hard peck to her temple before saying, “Hey there, baby mama.” He absolutely hated that term, but it always seemed to get a chuckle out of Kara.

"Y’know what I realized," he said softly. A ping of regret hit him as Gregory realized the last person he said I love you to was Jezebel. He was still mourning — everything was happening so fast — he was confused and —

are you the one sending greggy-poo all these sexual anons yeah it’s probably you

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[xxxxxxxx] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No. (you is preggo)

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes.

"Mama loves you."

Gregory should have been in a joyous mood. His main wish in the world was to have his own child that was of his flesh and blood. He of course viewed Dante as this, but there was going to be something different about the baby he was having with Kara. The only thing standing in the way of immense fatherly feelings towards the unborn infant was his current relationship status with Kara. She wanted to stay friends -- something he could live with -- but it was the way she stared at him now. It was the way their conversations were curt and awkward. She was mentally retreating from him when he just wanted to love her like the man who got a woman pregnant should.

"Mama loves you more than anything in the world."

Dante had told him he wouldn't call Kara his mother, but would treat her as such. A part of Gregory wondered if he should have lied and told his son she was the one who birthed him all along. Kara most likely would have went with the fib, and Dante's real mother would have disintegrated as a good dream Gregory had once had.

"Mama thinks you're soooo perfect, baby. And she loves you soooo much, sweetheart. Mama really does. You're soooo perfect."

Gregory had been thinking of Jezebel every second of every day. He wished he could have proposed to her and protected her and loved her. Had she died? Did she suffer? Was she still alive?

"Mama is gonna watch you grow up. Mama loves you, baby."

No wonder Dante wouldn't call Kara mommy. Jezebel had referred herself to him as mama. As Bovary spoke in a sweet tone to her deaf toddler, Lowery wriggled in her arms innocently. Gregory watched in both awe and jealousy. Kara should be cuddling Dante every second of every day like Bovary to Lowery. She should --

"Mama loves you. Mama love -- Gregory? Why're you staring at me like that? --- What's wrong? Nathan, go take Lowery. --- Are you okay, Greg? You don't look so good..."

He had grabbed a knife and head off away from camp. Ash had a box full of old polaroids back at the prison, and he was intent on finding them. Then Gregory could tell Dante all the wonderful qualities about his large-eyed, redheaded mama.

"G-G-G-Greg... Come back! Get back here! Stop walking away! Should I get Kara? D'you want to talk to -- Stop it!"