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the thing about bob wanting praise is that it's less about recieving it, and more about earning it. he wants to get a 'good boy' only after he's spent half an hour between your legs, wants you to beg him to put his cock inside you, because that means he's doing a good job, and wants to feel your legs shake underneath him while he fucks you nice and slow, one thumb circling your clit.
and you notice, because he was never subtle, specially when it came to sex stuff. that dazed look on his eyes when he coaxes the praise out of you, the way his cock twitches when you pull him closer, how he moans with you whenever you flutter around him.
he loves getting his cock snug inside your pussy, all warm and wet and safe, and he will never say no to it. but nothing compares to rubbing his cock all over your slit, collecting your wetness on his sensitive tip, hips snapping foward on their own chasing the feeling. he could stay like that for hours, stopping himself every now and then to breath and stop himself from cumming all over your glistening folds.
if you suggest that he fucks you with just the tip, he'll go crazy, because to him, being able to make you cum like that means that he's making you feel good, and therefore he's good. because bob would never bother you by asking you to praise him, and so he drains the praise he needs from your reactions, like the slow grind of your hips trying to suck his cock back inside.
so if you whine and beg for him, it's very likely he'll cum on the spot. when you start being vocal, giving him instructions and telling him if he's doing good, you can feel his cock twitching. he drools a little when you start talking, his hips move faster, and his hands never stop working on your clit and tits. bob was made to please you, and he'll be damned if he doesn't.
pls pslpslpsl pls do u have the full picture of lewis on ur 'bob reynolds relationship headcanons part. 3' pls im literally on my knees
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bob likes sucking things. lollipops, icecream, candycanes, anything that will take a while to finish so he'll be calm and focused on something. he chews his gum until it's hard and tasteless, and will chew on ice cubes randomly thoroughout the day just to put his mind at ease. it's not even a task, having his mouth moving around something, but it's the right amount of attention he needs to put out so other things can be done smoothly.
so when he tells you he would pay better attention to the movie you are watching if he had one of your pretty tits on his mouth, he's not joking. and the worst part is that he doesn't even act horny about it: just pulls your shirt down a bit and guides your nipple to his mouth, eyes trained on the tv. you could say something. maybe you should say something, call him a pervert just to see his ears go a little red, but he's honestly watching that damn cop movie, lips latched and tongue moving slowly, his other hand resting on your stomach.
so you let him. you ignore the growing wetness between your legs, the way your thighs move just a little under him, and how warm and wet his lips feel, because he's been begging to watch this movie for weeks now and you don't want to spoil his fun. and for two whole hours, you keep your sounds and movements to a minimum, even when his other hand comes up and starts squeezing your other breast like a fidget toy. when it finally ends and he lets go of your now red, bruised skin with a wet pop, you can't help the little moan that slips out of you.
that's when bob notices your glazed eyes and tense limbs, lower lip red from how you'd been chewing to keep quiet. and his heart skips a beat, of course it does, because he just now realizes that he's been edging his girl for hours, and she didn't say anything!
"oh no, did i leave my baby hanging? do you need help, sweetheart? huh?"
and, for one, you do need help, because your panties are sticking to your damp skin when you slide them off you to show the mess he made, and you really feel like getting his cock nice and snug inside of you until you melt. but also, he doesn't move or stop looking right into your eyes until you answer him, because he wants to hear you. wants to hear the need in your voice, and see the effect he has on you.
and when you mumble a yes, he goes right to the root of the problem, his pretty cock going hard at the drop of a hat (you're pretty sure he can control it at this point), nudging your clenching hole with the tip just to see if you're ready. and from the way a string of your wetness gets stuck on his cock, he can see you are.
so he fucks you nice and slow, his eyes torn between watching your folds drag around him and your pleading glassy eyes. he's not edging or teasing you anymore, he just wants you to let go and get your release, and so his fingers make their way to your puffy clit, getting wet from the mess of you two combined.
and then, as if you weren't already on edge, his head makes its way to your tits again, his tongue tracing lazily around your skin. when you ask him if he was distracted, he just says he wants to focus on making you feel good, and not lose it and just pump you full of cum. because bob is good at paying attention. he just needs something to suck on.
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bob, who loves cumming inside, and when you ask him about it he says that he likes being close to you in all ways possible, that the thought of you letting him be so close to you makes his heart do a leap. that he wants you to feel how much he truly loves you.
but if you ask him on a deeper level, and pry it out of him, he'll tell you he loves how creamy and slick your pussy gets, how the drag of his cock inside your clenching hole gets a bit more easy as he pushes back inside just to see it dripping out of you. even when his cock is soft and oversensitive, he'll still drag it around your skin to feel you twitch. when you can't take it anymore, he'll kiss your lips sweetly, and you might think it's over, but bob is a special guy.
because if you ask him why every time he makes a mess inside you he lowers himself to be face level with your puffy folds, he'll tell you that he just wants to make sure he didn't hurt you, that he's just taking a moment to stare at your whole body from that angle. that he'll clean you up in a second, he's just thinking of the logostics of it.
and when his tongue starts to lap at the mess between your legs, when your cum mixes with his and he gets to taste the two of you together, you won't notice the way his cock twitches, still slick and leaking precum. you won't notice the way his eyebrows twist because of how that taste makes him feel, nor how he inhales your skin and has to stop himself from getting inside you again.
what you will notice is the sounds he's making, mumbling random things and groaning against you. you will notice the way his hands grip your thighs and force them down so he can have better access to your pussy, and how little strength he actually has to use to keep you still. you will notice how he swallows it down like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted, licking his lips and smiling up to you like you've just given him a treat.
bob reynolds relationship headcanons part. 4
warnings: smut under the cut, nothing too crazy
a/n: i'm obssessed with him. it's not funny anymore. enjoy
masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi | part. 1 | part. 2 | part. 3
you feel like a creep when you realize you've been staring at his throat for too long, and it's even worse when he catches you doing it. at this point in your relationship, he's way more relaxed about your affection, so even if he blushes a little at how much want is in your eyes, he still gives you that little lopsided smile and asks if there's something on his face (even if he knows you were just ogling him).
and when you get tired of just looking, the obvious next step is to get as close to him as you possibly can and get your hands and face on his neck: you trace it with your fingers, ignoring the obvious shiver that runs through him, and kiss your favorite spots (like the juncture of his shoulder and neck, his adam's apple, that spot behind his ear that makes him whine). he lets you play with him as much as you want, his hands wandering softly under your shirt and over your thighs, happy sighs and chuckles indicating that he'd like for you to keep going, please.
bob reynolds relationship headcanons part. 2
warnings: smut under the cut, reader has a vagina and boobs, bob is a cute little pervert and we love him for it, oral sex, fingering, hair play, non sexual tickling, bob being soft
a/n: this is the most obssessed i've been with a character in a long time seriously its not funny anymore. A PART 3 IS COMING HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTIES
masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi | part. 1 | part. 3 | part. 4
you walk into the kitchen on afternoon, and it takes bob a second to fully notice what you're wearing: one of his old, too worn sweaters, and big shorts that go below your knees and seem to be a second away from falling. he stares for a second, trying to understand what he's seeing, and when he does he can't help but ask out loud about your outfit
you brush him off saying you were just doing laundry so you stole his clothes as to not have to be naked while waiting for them to dry out. he barely hears you, noticing how the fabric looks against your skin and how hot his face feels right now. you pretend not to notice, going about your day as normal, but his presence lingers in hallways and rooms, still looking at you. he feels an ache on his chest then, because someone loves him enough to be in the same space he once was, and he's never felt as thetered to earth as in that moment
bob reynolds relationship headcanons part. 3
warnings: another fluffy part, mentions of bob's mental illnesses
a/n: i love him your honor
masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi | part. 1 | part. 2 | part. 4
whenever he's by himself, his eating habits are terrible: he either drinks five gallons of water and forgets he needs actual sustenance, or just sleeps the day away without consuming anything. it's the reason why you make sure that he has eaten something before the two of you hang out or watch a movie. the more weight he gains, the happier you are
one day you catch him staring at himself in the mirror, smiling softly at the little belly that has formed on his stomach, and how his ribs are basically a detail instead of sharp and visible all the time. you hug him from behind then, telling him how proud you are of his progress, and then announce that you've made pasta for the night. you also pretend you didn't see the way he blushes at your praise
and when he starts eating away, on his second plate already (his metabolism requires way more energy than it did before), and the corner of his mouth is smudged with the sauce, you can't help but dab a napkin on it, and smile at his messiness. on other times, when dessert is already clouding your mind, you might clean him up by licking the sauce away, just to hear his breath hitch and his eyes become wide
it's also nice to get takeout, and have him pick what you guys are going to eat: he spent so long not being able to make choices, and then manipulated into making them, that it feels nice to start making good decisions again (even if it starts small). so you give him a bunch of options like thai, pizza, fries, and he picks whatever he wants. in the beginning he would almost beg you to choose for him, but after reassuring him a thousand times that whatever he chose would be good, he finally relaxed. it is now tradition, and he will buy something to be delivered to you without you asking
he expresses interest in legos one day (he mentions he really wanted them as a kid, but never spoke up about it), and so you buy him those flower ones, because he also said he'd like to "green his place up," but didn't trust himself to take care of a plant
turns out, the choice was perfect, and now he has twenty different kinds of lego flowers all over his bedroom. he loves to build them with you specifically, but will invite the others on occasion. sometimes he'll mess up a little (like attaching the wrong pieces together and not being able to separate them without breaking them, or he'll stumble on an already built part and knock it to the floor, dismantling it) and he looks so scared for a second it breaks your heart. so you reassure him constantly, maybe even mess up a few times yourself on purpose, and praise him every time the two of you finish a set. his face lights up during the whole process, and your heart melts every time
he likes to be around you even when you're not doing something together. and when you get to reading that book you've been wanting to, he sneaks into your room without you noticing, until he gets on top of you (like a tall, long blanket) or by your side, and hugs you to him. sometimes he'll just stay there, enjoying your warmth and the way one of your hands pets his hair, and other times he'll ask you to read aloud for him. he usually falls asleep if you read, and you soon join him (i think he's way warmer than he used to be) because he is, indeed, the comfiest blanket
if you're gonna do a chore or a task, please ask him to do it with you. he goes on missions very rarely, and he loves feeling useful, but it's not always that they'll let him wander around and use his powers. that makes him feel trapped at best, and useless at worst. so if he has nothing to do, invite him to help you do your laundry, go grocery shopping, move some furniture around, or go around the city: he likes feeling like he's giving back somehow, that he's repaying your kindness and patience by helping you out (even if you reassure him that whatever you do for him goes without any expectations, he gets anxious if he goes too long without doing something nice to you too). praise him while at it and watch him gleam with happiness
the first time he cried in front of you, you went to comfort him with a hug, but he pulled away after a second. you figured maybe he didn't want to be touched, but later he confessed that he felt a little disgusting when he cried: salty tears and a runny nose used to get him beat up, and even though he knows you would never do that, he still feels bad. the next time you catch him crying silently by himself, you don't let him pull away: you hold his face with your hands as softly as you can, and use your shirt to clean his face. he's already laughing a little and the tips of his ears are getting red, but when you start kissing him all over his face, your lips soft and warm, he almost forgets why he was crying, and he nuzzles into your neck
his hands are fidgety: always have been, always will be. though there's a subtle difference from when he's alright and he's playing with his fingers, and when he's getting anxious and restless. that's when his hands start shaking and that damned crease in the middle of his eyebrows shows up, indicating that he needs space or he's gonna lose it. the key to ease this problem is taking him away from wherever he is, and holding his hands tightly while he breathes slowly. it doesn't work every time, but he still prefers if you try it before taking more drastic measures. so you hold his hands between yours, tracing the faint scars and pale skin there, and when his breathing has eased up a little more, you brush one of your thumbs between his eyebrows, and he always laughs a little because he always forgets he frowns a lot
there's this devotion in bob you rarely see in other people, and the way he always seems so surprised that you love him as much as he does breaks your heart a little. it's why you try so hard to make him happy: because if there's someone who deserves to feel good all the time, it's bob.
bob reynolds relationship headcanons part. 2
warnings: smut under the cut, reader has a vagina and boobs, bob is a cute little pervert and we love him for it, oral sex, fingering, hair play, non sexual tickling, bob being soft
a/n: this is the most obssessed i've been with a character in a long time seriously its not funny anymore. A PART 3 IS COMING HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTIES
masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi | part. 1 | part. 3 | part. 4
you walk into the kitchen on afternoon, and it takes bob a second to fully notice what you're wearing: one of his old, too worn sweaters, and big shorts that go below your knees and seem to be a second away from falling. he stares for a second, trying to understand what he's seeing, and when he does he can't help but ask out loud about your outfit
you brush him off saying you were just doing laundry so you stole his clothes as to not have to be naked while waiting for them to dry out. he barely hears you, noticing how the fabric looks against your skin and how hot his face feels right now. you pretend not to notice, going about your day as normal, but his presence lingers in hallways and rooms, still looking at you. he feels an ache on his chest then, because someone loves him enough to be in the same space he once was, and he's never felt as thetered to earth as in that moment
bob reynolds relationship headcanons
warnings: none, the filthy stuff is going to be in the other set of headcanons. maybe some angst
a/n: aaa i cant see him anywhere because my body immediatly reacts. its so stupid
masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi | part. 2 | part. 3 | part. 4
he doesn't mean to be a creep, and he hopes you don't think he is one, but he can't help but gravitate toward you at all times. he waits anxiously for you in the mornings before the two of you get together, and when you walk into the kitchen for breakfast, he lights up and sticks to your side. the only time he leaves you alone is when you go to the bathroom or go to sleep.
after the two of you become an item, it's difficult to get out of bed since he's a cuddle bug and loves your warmth. he helps you with your chores and activities, joins you in your hobbies, and suggests new things to do together. he knows you also need your alone time, as does he, but being with you feels so nice!
holding hands with him is probably one of the nicest parts of your day. they get clammy sometimes, and he might squeeze too tight, but they're warm and softer than one might think, and because of how happy he looks, it's worth it. the best part is when you feel him brush his thumb over your knuckles, which means he's at ease, and your heart stammers in your chest.
and every now and then, when it's quiet and it's just the two of you and he hasn't let go just yet, you bring your intertwined hands to your mouth and kiss his skin, ignoring bob's breath hitching beside you. you only stop once you've covered every inch of skin you can cover, and when you look at him again, his eyes are glazed and his breath is ragged.
he has a tendency not to look into people's eyes when they're talking to him, which is fine and no one is really bothered by it, but you try to get him more used to it. that's why, whenever the two of you are having a conversation and he's not looking directly at you, you gently pull his face up with your fingers, trying not to linger so the moment doesn't turn awkward (you can still hear him swallowing).
it becomes something like a routine, like saying hello to him in the morning: you push his hair a bit out of his face and brush your hand lightly, just to see him better. he's always elated and starts to purposefully avoid your gaze so you'll hold him more. with time, he learns to just ask for it, closing his eyes and almost purring from your soft touch.
there was one time when he almost stumbled to the ground after you finished touching him. you kept your laugh to yourself but couldn't help a smirk.
he's trying to get used to touch, and hugs between the two of you become a common occurrence. he's still a little rusty, feeling that his limbs are too sharp and long, not soft enough for anything. but you still pull him close, even when he squeezes too tight to the point of pain, or when it gets too hot but he's not ready to let go. you don't mind though, because he always smells like clothes softener and that pear shampoo you bought him.
sometimes you'll be working on something, reading a book, or just scrolling through your phone, and he'll rest his forehead on your shoulder or your arm—really anywhere he can reach. he won't linger for long (again, he doesn't want to bother you), just enough to ground himself and feel your warmth. sometimes you'll hold him to you a second longer, your hand threading softly through his hair.
once the whole asking for permission to touch you every five seconds is resolved, he seeks you out more often for it. he still hesitates a lot and sometimes will give up on whole conversations because he feels like he fumbled it, but with enough reassurance, not only does he get more comfortable with being affectionate, but he also starts to feel better with everything else. touch soothes him.
and like a laser pointer to a cat, if he's starting to spiral or finds that he can't focus, touching him anywhere his skin is exposed makes his brain shut down for a second, and then he starts to come back to himself. it works for everyone, but he only blushes if it was you who had to calm him.
when the two of you start sleeping in the same bed, you try to get up before him (it's not that hard. he either falls asleep right away and can only be woken up by shaking, or can't sleep at all). you take that moment of quiet, where he can't get too much into his head, to trace his features with your fingers. your touch feather-light, following the line of his nose and eyebrows, down to his cheeks and lips. by the time you get there, he's stirring awake and unconsciously kisses the pads of your fingers while mumbling good morning. sleepy bob is your favorite bob.
after the first few times you touch his hair, it becomes your favorite thing to do, not just because of his reactions (from mewls and whimpers to full-body shivers and giggles), but also because it was unbelievably soft and curly, and you just started doing it out of nowhere for your own enjoyment. you do it if he's crying, which either makes him cry even harder or stop after a while. and when he's calm and content, it puts a blush on his face, but he manages to keep looking into your eyes.
he starts kissing your cheek one day, testing the waters. of course, he was extremely awkward and managed to bump heads with you the first few times, but once you saw him coming, you put your face out in his direction so there are no more accidents. imagine his face when you start kissing him back, before leaving for a mission or thanking him for bringing you a cup of water. it's the highlight of his day.
when the two of you go to sleep in your room, he likes to hold your hand and face you, or for you to spoon him. it keeps him grounded, in the moment, and also because he just likes to be held (especially by you). in the morning, when the two of you start to stir awake, he rolls in your direction until his head is tucked in your neck and his arms are circling your waist. if he could stay like this forever, he would.
the getting-to-bed routine also includes kissing his shoulders before he lies down, and he loves it so much. sometimes he stands perfectly still while you brush your teeth, waiting for you to get into bed and kiss his shoulder before he finally rests. he does the same to you in the mornings, pulling you back to him to kiss your shoulder blade and wish you a good morning. he's a sucker for casual affection.
his hair was already soft when you met him, but after you started taking care of it (washing it thoroughly at least once a week, massaging it gently), it felt like silk. he sometimes asks you to wash it but apologizes profusely for inconveniencing you. the whole process is relaxing for both of you, and the gift of touching his hair makes it all worth it for both of you.
yelena belova relationship headcanons
warnings: angst if you look really hard for it, mostly fluff
a/n: i have become enchanted by these people and now i cant stop please send help. also who knew i still could write things this long? ha!
masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi
so so so touch-starved, just melts whenever she gets to hug you.
holding her face and kissing her cheeks and forehead used to make her eyes water, heart ready to burst out of her chest, her arms almost automatically jumping up to hold you closer and feel your warmth.
she likes it when you hold her from behind, your hands coming to rest on her stomach like a warm anchor. she insists you do it when she cooks or brushes her teeth, every now and then pulling you to her in front of others. she just enjoys the closeness and the pressure.
loves eye contact. could spend a long time just looking straight into your eyes without blinking. you might be watching a movie or showing her something on your phone, and suddenly she’ll go quiet. when you look back at her, she’s just… staring back.
whenever the two of you are having a conversation (important or unimportant), she’ll look right at you and give you her full attention. that’s also happened when she was driving, which you had to call her out for. she just laughed you off, as if paying attention to the road instead of you rambling about something you read recently was an insane request.
gets anxious if the two of you go too long without talking, even if everything is okay. she doesn’t like being left alone with her thoughts and always wants to make sure you’re okay.
she’s also a little scared of coming off as clingy or too emotional, but she can’t help herself, and after a lot of reassurance, she eases up bit by bit until she’s completely comfortable with you.
you know her humor is less than kind at best, but the more time the two of you spend together, the less bite there is behind her words. she’ll banter with you, pull lightly on your hair, and pinch your sides when it’s just the two of you and she feels extra bold, but it seems like she’s incapable of joking around with you as rudely as she does with others.
when the two of you fight, it’s mostly over trivial things rather than anything serious. she’s always weirded out that you seem to be completely okay with the fighting, going away for weeks and often bringing work home, but end up bickering about unwashed dishes or the way you said something.
and at first, she’s fine. but as things progress and your voices start to rise, she can’t help the tears that well in her eyes, the way her voice cracks and her lip quivers. she holds your hand then, no matter how angry the two of you are, and says, “i love you right now, okay?” she only stops crying after you say it back. it’s the only way she can get through those moments without having a full mental breakdown.
she always gets creative with her makeup, eyeliner colorful and dark lipstick as usual, and sometimes she sits in front of you with her makeup bag, eyes closed, waiting for you to do it for her. she does it once a week now, excited about how you portray her and what you think looks best on her (might invite bob to one of your makeup sessions).
after you get to know her completely, you understand how much she loves building her own style and personality little by little. that means she’ll love gifts and clothing you surprise her with, but she’ll adore it even more when you take her out to pick her own stuff and then buy it for her.
she’ll start off self-conscious and shy, but as the two of you go through more stores and you reassure her that she’s free to choose whatever she wants (even that damn ugly sweater with the puffy sleeves), she lets herself get whatever catches her eye. she holds your hand the entire time and pulls you along with her.
once she found youtube tutorials on how to sew and modify clothes, she started stealing yours every now and again to add new pockets, embroidery, and other little details just to make your day. the next time you wear it, not only will it smell like her, but it’ll be way more useful (in her words).
she also feels like she’s marked you. not in a possessive way, but as a way for you to always carry her close.
your clothes are no longer just your clothes, and the same goes for hers. after a few months, she’ll just put all your clothing in her own wardrobe and get rid of any other place where you might keep your things. excluding underwear, it’s become normal for the two of you to morph into each other, your smells mingling into something entirely new.
if someone asks, she’ll say it was hers all along. but deep down, she likes that she can wear something that belonged to you, that she’s now shared the same space as you. she might deny it, but her heart always flutters whenever the two of you go to sleep in each other’s clothes. the sense of belonging floods her, and all she can do is squeeze you against her to stop her eyes from watering.
she’ll always have something ready for you to eat when you get home after a day out, maybe some of that mac and cheese that she loves so much, or a full-course meal that’ll last a few days so you can reheat it whenever you want. she also cooks extra portions when she has to be away for a while on a mission, worrying about your well being.
when you pack her lunch for the first time, it becomes her favorite meal of the day, not so much for your cooking, but because you made something for her. you thought about her before starting your day, and that’s what gets her. she likes being looked after, even though she doesn’t need to be. she refuses to share even a bite with anyone (no one asks anymore).
rainy days are her favorite days. she remakes the bed with fresh sheets, new blankets, the few stuffed animals she won for you at a fair sitting politely in the very center of it. the two of you drink tea in the kitchen, socks on your feet mismatched from the laundry, and after you put the cups in the sink, she holds your hand and pulls you toward the nest she’s made.
the window stays closed, the curtains pulled so the two of you can watch the sun go down and the rain fall. yelena sings a lullaby so low you think you might be imagining it. she lays with her head under your chin, nose buried in your neck, hands tracing shapes beneath your shirt. she can’t help but sigh happily when you hold her back, kissing her forehead and tangling your feet with hers.
she drifts off still humming, warm and soft in the safest place in the world.
oh my god. oh no. no no no
i've seen hell
request; can you write a hattie shaw x reader smut where they're on the couch and by the end of it right after they finish her brother almost catches them?
warnings; I made this with fem!reader in mind, but I don't think I was too descriptive. oral, fingering, getting caught, the works. Also very short.
characters; Hattie Shaw, Deckard Shaw, reader.
pairing; Hattie x reader
a/n; Ever since that god forsaken fantastic four trailer came out she's plagued my mind and jesus christ I'm obsessed.
Hattie Shaw is not a teenager. She’s a grown-ass woman—wanted for many crimes, a government agent, a spy, among other things. She knows how to shoot, how to fight, how to drive, how to take care of a bullet wound. She has seen people die, and she has killed before. So, you’d expect her to be mature, to handle things like a regular adult.
And yet.
nsfw alicent hightower headcanons
warnings: crying, aftercare, cum, masturbation, talks of low self esteem, general angst.
a/n: this is outdated as shit i don't even remember writing most of this it's also short af at least i managed to post it !!!!
masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi
FERNANDA TORRES BEST ACTRESS NOMINEE AT THE GOLDEN GOOBES
VAMO PORRAAAAAAAA
ekko relationship headcanons
warnings: smut at some points, pretty sure it's just a handjob and a few suggestive comments, that's it.
a/n: i still got one exam left but i managed to birth this. he's a very sensitive topic for me, do NOT even mention him to me I am SAD goodbye