#he was working on himself and trying to make changed he thought would be good for him

[afyrian]

friends to lovers w/ msby | headcanons

m.list

sakusa kiyoomi

- only became friends with you cause you were neighbors - he helped move your couch up to your apartment - you offered to buy him dinner in exchange for more help - after that you would just find each other everywhere - sakusa’s on the elevator when you are - he’s at the same coffee shop - even getting his groceries at the same time - so you start hanging out more - you’ll go watch his games - he’ll beta read your food-based articles - even joining you to try a new restaurant for your blog - the change happened for him first - when you spilled wine on his couch - you were so apologetic, doing anything you could to clean it - fell for you first AND harder - he kept it a secret for awhile - not even telling the rest of the team - (although atsumu found out pretty early on) - only told you when you confessed to him - ‘i like you.. and i appreciate your friendship, i just can’t continue like this’ [you] - ‘i like you too, and i have for a while’ [sakusa]

atsumu miya

- met you at a volleyball game - thought you to be one his many fans - 'you want my signature or a photo? or both?' [atsumu] - 'i'm sorry who are you?' [you] - humbled him immediately - you were there investigating one of the teams for fraud and its connection with a coach - he wanted in on it as soon as he heard - wanting to tell others that he was part of a 'serious investigation' - when really you were just writing for the city's news station - however, you do come to find out that he's pretty good at it - he'd get you interviews you couldn't get before - even chatting to the coach to get him to lie through his teeth - 'pretty good investigator, aren't i?' [atsumu] - 'depends on what you define as good...' [you] - you have a very playful relationship together - meeting up at small coffee shops to discuss it - him getting a shout out at the bottom of your article - you quickly realize your own feelings a few weeks later - he’s laughing about something hinata said and the first person he looked to was you - and there’s a light in his eyes that you realize has been there every time he’s looked into your’s

hinata shoyo

- you met him on a layover out of brazil - you were in another part of the country when your layout took you to rio de janeiro - hinata bumped into you when walking to your gate - ‘i’m so sorry, i should’ve looked-’ [you] - ‘it’s okay! i should’ve been paying more attention too’ [hinata] - as an apology he walked you to your gate - only realizing when you got there that it was his gate too - you talk the enter time you’re waiting to board - he ends up in front of you on the airplane - the two of you chat as everyone gets situated on the plane - just as you’re getting off, hinata hands you a piece of paper with his phone number - ‘maybe we can meet up later’ [hinata] - ‘i’d love to!’ [you] - as you make your way down the aisle, the paper falls from your hand - it disappears beneath a few rows - so you spend the next year wondering what would’ve happened - magically, you run into him again at a coffee shop - ‘hinata?’ [you] - he was ecstatic to see you again - offering to buy your coffee and chat - knowing you had just gotten out of an almost year long relationship, you tell him it can only be platonic - he accepts profusely - as you chat, you start wondering if anything could be there - and you spend a couple months strictly as friends - only breaking that rule when you invite him out to dinner

bokuto kotaro

- prefers being friends before dating - so when he meets you at his favorite coffee shop, he's inclined to learn about you slowly - you just started as a barista and you happily welcome his morning routine - he'll always come in with the intent to try something new - however, he always convinces himself to buy the same thing - 'well we have a new seasonal flavor-' [you] - 'no, no, i think the usual will work today' [bokuto] - until one day when he asked for a baked good and wanted to know if you could hang out during your break - and it slowly became routine for the two of you - you’d talk about everything under the sun - about your schooling, his volleyball, your personal lives - eventually he brings his friends to the shop to meet you - and what cements his budding crush on you is just how well you get along with them all - akaashi to atsumu, you’re able to communicate so well with them - watching you be so kind to them just got his heart beating - and he’s vocal about a lot but he was too nervous to say anything - especially when he didn’t want to lose your friendship - so he only said something when akaashi told him to - telling him that he could ‘totally see’ the crush you have on him

gen. taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

@nekozaki

[the-badger-mole]

I've seen people criticize Zuko for not taking the opportunity to kill Ozai during the eclipse but expecting Aang, a 12 y.o. pacific monk to do that instead. He was called hypocritical for being unsympathetic towards his unwillingness to take a life when he himself couldn't. I do like Zuko and tend to side with him ( post redemption ofc ) over Aang, but that seems like a valid take, I don't think I have a counter-argument to that.What is your opinion on It ? Also, what do you think was the in-universe reason for Zuko to make such a decision? He said that It's not his destiny, do you think there was any other reason for It? Is he not wrong for not doing It just bc of destiny since It's just an abstract concept and the stakes were really high ( plus It's against the show's message about shaping your own destiny) ?

Maybe I'm reading this wrong, but it sounds like the people criticizing Zuko for not killing Ozai when he had the chance wanted Aang to do it? That doesn't sound like a contradiction, so I'm not sure if that's how you meant it?

Aside from that, I can only speak for myself. I understand why Zuko didn't kill Ozai. I also understand why Aang didn't want to. What my problem with the resolution for that was that it was the first time Aang seems to have even thought about what ending the war would entail. It doesn't make him look noble, or idealistic. It just makes him look stupid. What do you mean? What do you mean that he took this entire journey to get him to master all the elements on a deadline so he can end the war, and he had no idea what ending the war would even look like? He didn't even consider it? It had to be told to him. He really goofed off this entire series and didn't think about his project until the night before it was due. And don't anyone try to use his age to excuse this to me. First of all, Aang isn't a 12 year old. He's a fictional character who was created by writers. Writers who were telling a story. THEY are the ones who didn't consider how Aang would end the war. Second, within the story, Aang's age is never used as an excuse for why he did this. In fact, not only is an excuse not given, it's treated like a virtue on his end and not a lack of forethought on his part. He's rewarded for it.

Listen, I hate the Lionturtle/Rock of Destiny double deus ex machina, and I have made no secret of it. It was a cop out. It cheapened the finale. It made everything Aang was supposed to learn irrelevant, because no, he didn't have to make sacrifices and hard choices for his victory. He won because he was supposed to win (and how's that for shaping your own destiny?). Here's the thing, though. The Lionturtle, at least, could have worked. If Aang had to come up with the solution himself, go find the Lionturtle and ask for help (and maybe have to perform some challenge to earn it), then it would've been a satisfying ending while still not making Aang himself have to shed blood (nevermind that keeping his hands clean was a privilege most of the heroes in this story couldn't have).

I didn't necessarily want Aang to kill Ozai, and definitely didn't want him to kill Ozai just because it would look cool (although...). I would have been fine with a no-kill ending, if it had been set up right. I just think having Aang kill Ozai given the set up of the rest of the story would've been more satisfying than the cop-out ex machina double team. Or someone else could've faced Ozai, because he was never the main villain of the series. Azula was. And that fight was both satisfying and didn't end with her death, either (because it's a kids' show). It wouldn't even have to change. Aang was not the real hero of this story. Katara was the hero of the first half, and Zuko was the hero of the second. Aang was just the McGuffin. He could've sat this one out and been the one to make the "Real Hero" speech instead of Zuko. That would have been a good ending.

[thebluester2020]

Omg, requests open! Love your work! Hope you are doing well. Could I request a NSFW SDV Elliott x a reader who is somewhat quiet in bed? I Hope it’s ok to just request one character, if not that’s ok! Thank you ><

SDV + RSV character(s) x Reader Whose Quiet (In Bed)

Thank you for the compliment anon! I hope you're having a good day or night wherever you are! I took the liberty of adding another character because I gotta get back on the grind of simping for RSV Jio 😔

Warning(s): Munch Elliot, Suggestiveness in Jio's part (not really smut but more so heavy make-out + touching over clothing), Mean! Jio (I subscribe to the religion of this man being tastefully mean 😪)

Elliot

You were quite talkative in public, talkative and bubbly. The epitome of a golden retriever that had somehow managed to turn into a person.

Not that he minded, of course. Your sunny personality was a balm to his senses whenever you graced him with your presence, and when you visited his cabin and talked about your day. It immediately lifted him from whatever mood or writer’s block he may have found himself in moments prior! Beauty and confidence aside, along with the fact you loved him for who he was unabashedly and supported him with his writing as ardently as an adoring fan. Your personality was the reason he fell for you so quickly, why, whenever he found himself walking around town. He automatically tried searching you out, as if he were a flower searching and trying to reach for the slightest hint of sunlight.

Which is why…he just couldn’t understand why your personality changed so differently when it was just the two of you alone.

He’d admit that it was adorable, how you’d suddenly become shy when he was around you even when you were the one who invited him to your home in the first place! When he would place an innocent hand on your shoulder and peck your cheek, you’d blush so fiercely that he feared sometimes that you would pass out on him.

And your shyness only increased tenfold when the two of you were intimate together, to the point where you’d immediately go silent on him and nearly turn into statue as he’d worship your body.

Like now, for example.

“Is there something I’m doing wrong?” He murmured, looking up at your blushing face through his lashes from his position between your thighs. He pressed a loving yet lustful kiss against your sex before he tilted his head up more, becoming more concerned for your wellbeing each second your were quiet. Did you require something different for your pleasure? If you weren’t feeling up to having sex with him tonight, he wouldn’t mind that either! All he wanted was for you to be comfortable- “I-It’s not that,” You finally answered, your chest heaving as if you had just ran a marathon.

“My voice…” You paused for a moment. “I-I sound weird.”

Elliot would have laughed if he hadn’t saw that there wasn’t an ounce of joking on your features. “Sound weird?” He parroted. You shuddered when his hands began to trail up and down your sides, each caress leaving goosebumps in their wake as you sighed pleasurably at Elliot’s touches. “It’s true,” You said. “A-At least I think so…I thought you’d be tired of my voice by now. I always talk in public.”

He chuckled at your ridiculous statement, his hands slowly finding their way back to your twitching sex as his fingers started to trail up and down your glistening entrance. His cock twitched and strained against the sheets of the bed at your quiet gasp. “I could never tire of your voice, darling.” He whispered. You shuddered at the feeling of his breath grazing so closely against you, you wanted to tell him to fuck you with his fingers, suck your clit, anything! So long as it meant that he’d finally stop teasing you. “In fact…I’d prefer if you’d grace me with it more often-“ And without even offering you a warning first, Elliot’s lips were wrapped around your clit. The shocking pleasure making your back arch as you threatened to tear the sheets underneath you as you sharply sucked in a breath.

That wouldn’t do.

His newfound goal for tonight was to be rewarded with your lovely noises, hence is why he soon added his fingers to the mixture. First one and then quickly two, both digits began to gently plunge in and out of your pussy before steadily picking up speed. Soon, soft breaths escaped from between your swollen lips, your chest heaving up and down from the pleasure as well as the effort of attempting to keep yourself quiet. “E-Elliot…” You moaned. He swore he could’ve cum right then and there at your voice.

He parted only briefly from your cunt to praise you. "Yes...that's it," He praised, pressing a brief kiss to your throbbing clit. "Keep making those beautiful sounds for me, my dear." Another sharp moan tore from your throat when he resumed sucking your clit, his fingers beginning to curl and press against your spongey g-spot. Your thighs twitched around his head, your hands flying to tangle themselves in your lover's hair as your chest heaved up and down from your impending orgasm.

Lewd slurping sounds echoed the room along with your increasing noises, his fingers quickening their pace of plunging in and out of your crying pussy. "E-Elliot..." You whispered. He looked at you through hooded eyes before he lightly nipped at your clit, the tinge of pain making you squeak. "Are you close?" He whispered. You sweetly nodded your head. "Please..." You begged.

Oh, he was more than happy to oblige. Your sweet pleas alone could make him fall to his knees in service to you, but, he was determined to have to you beg for him a little louder. "Not sure if I can hear you, dear." He said. Your eyes widened when you felt his fingers slowing.

"W-What are you—"

"You know what I want, my love." He flattened his tongue and dragged it up your sex, smirking at you like a wickedly handsome devil as he slicked your slick off from the sides of his lips. "No matter how cute you are...quiet girls don't get to cum," He said.

You blushed at his dominance. "Elliot...please—"

His head tilted, pieces of his hair falling in front of his face at the action. "Hm?" He hummed curiously. "If I can't hear my love...I suppose I have to assume that you don't want to continue—"

"N-No!" You gasped, grabbing his hand when he made a move to shuffle himself away from you. Elliot couldn't help the smirk that made its way to his lips. "Please...Elliot, m-make me cum!" You said a little louder. "Don't stop—Oh!" You loudly groaned when Elliot immediately restarted his pace from earlier, his fingers immediately finding your g-spot whilst his lips returned to kissing and sucking your clit. You felt your orgasm beginning to build up again, your slick dripping from your entrance and onto the bedsheets whilst the knot in the pit of your gut started to tighten more and more.

"C-Close...! Pleasepleaseplease don't stop..." Your lover moaned against your cunt at your desperate pleas, pre-cum dripping from his cock as he desperately wanted to sink himself into you. But, he was determined to make you cum from his mouth first. To focus on your pleasure before his own. "Go ahead and cum for me, love..." Elliot mumbled, the feeling of your fingers tightening their grip on his hair making him groan, the reverberation against your clit shooting you closer to your orgasm. "I've got you," He assured you.

As if on command through the words of assurance alone, you were sent over the edge. A shrill scream of pleasure escaping from your lungs as your legs flailed out, shockwaves of pleasure rushing throughout your veins as all you could do was lay there and cum. When you let out a whine of overstimulation, Elliot slowly took his fingers from your pussy before placing a kiss on your thigh out of apology.

"What a lovely voice you have, my love..." Your lover praised. "Let's take a quick break before we practice using those lungs of yours some more, hm?"

Jio

Both of you were as quiet as a pair of church mice. But...you understood each other despite the silence.

Where your silence was born out of being shy around the elf, his seriousness in combination with how handsome he was constantly twisting your tongue each time you wanted to utter a single word to him. Jio's silence was born from his observational skills, being able to quiet deduct things about a person by simply letting them talk on and on, or allowing them to do things that would give the elf hints into their thought process or personality. Something that he had been doing to you in particular for the past few weeks since you had closed the Spirit Realm and effectively ended Gabriella's control over the Ridge.

He wouldn't allow himself to get distracted, nor to trust you so easily!

But he saw how shy you became whenever you were around him, as if you were constantly on the verge of saying something before ultimately deciding to not say anything.

As much as he wanted to say that it didn't bother him, that he preferred your silence and you avoiding him completely rather than talking to him. Curiosity was getting the best of him, you'd constantly show up to greet him, offering him a simple wave before standing still for a few seconds. He'd wait to see if you'd say anything before you'd quickly turn to run off.

It was driving him nuts.

So, he confronted you about it.

"If you have something to say, speak," Jio said immediately when you had entered the cabin, possibly to do your daily greeting of him before you'd turn tail to run off again.

You flinched a little at his harsh tone. "What are you talking about?"

"What do you mean? You always run away after waving at me, even when you clearly have something to tell me." Your brow rose in surprise, with how much the elf's eyes were closed in meditation. You had always assumed that he didn't even know you were there half of the time! But, it did make you more nervous as you struggled to put your thoughts together. "I...I don't have anything to say." You mumbled.

Jio narrowed his eyes at you as he slowly stood up and closed the distance between the you. Before you had even realized it, your back was pressed against a wall and your eyes were wide as the ninja stood over you with a sharp glare in his eyes. "Really?" He noted the way your cheeks began to redden in color, your hands balling into fists at your sides as the gears steadily began to turn in his mind.

Oh.

"You have a crush on me?" The way he sneered almost made you feel ashamed of your feelings, which is why you had waited so long to admit your feelings to him, to begin with! Much less try to work up the courage to say a single word to him. "If you don't like me back, you don't have to tease me—"

"I'm not teasing," Jio interrupted you. "I'm stating the truth, aren't I?"

There was a moment of silence before you nodded your head. Jio hummed, pleased at your honesty before his hand moved to cup your chin, leaning closer to your face. "Then...you shouldn't mind me kissing you, right?" He waited for your consent, your eyes as wide as a deer caught in the headlights before you nodded your head. A quiet moan slipped from your lips when Jio slotted his lips against your own, the softness shocking you almost as much as his taste.

He tasted like berries. Grapes and blackberries. The shockingly sweet taste mixed in with his earthy scent made your mind spin as your arms looped around his neck, pulling him closer to your body. "More talkative with your actions, huh?" Jio whispered against your lips. He could barely stand to stay away from your lips for even a second, not even allowing you a chance to respond before he pressed his lips against your mouth once more. Your taste was addicting to the elf, he lightly bit your lower lip before he slipped his tongue in when you gasped.

You reminded hm of...candy. Perhaps you had just finished eating some before you had come to him. It was a fitting taste, befitting of you with how sweetly you were acting for him, clinging to him as if he were your lifeline.

Romance and getting so close to a human...it wasn't like him. In fact, he shouldn't have even entertained the notion of you having feelings towards him to begin with. But, he'd be a fool to deny that he had an interest in you as well. "Such a needy farmer, you are..." The elf chuckled against your lips. "You must really like me..." His hand started to travel south, all before he flipped up your skirt to press the pad of his finger against your covered cunt. You gasped when he began to tease your clit over your clothes.

You parted from his mouth, a string of spit still connecting the both of you as you looked at your crush with teary eyes. "D-Don't tease..." You quietly begged.

He clicked his tongue. "What? I couldn't quite catch that—" You whined when his finger began to intensely focus on your bud, his circling growing faster and faster to the point where your legs began to shake. Jio smirked cruelly as he felt you soak your panties with your slick, as if you were balancing a fine line between cumming and not cumming. And he was fine with keeping you on that line until you learned to open your mouth more around him. "—I guess you like being edged, right? That's fine, I rather have a free schedule today." Jio moved to whisper in your ear, lightly biting the shell of your ear before laughing breathlessly at your moan.

"What's say you farmer? You want to be edged on your crush's fingers?"

Even when you shook your head, your arms tightening around his neck. He wasn't having it. "I don't answer silence farmer, best to learn to speak up before we're here all day." You opened and closed your mouth rapidly, your throat suddenly dry as if you hadn't taken a sip of water in days. "P-Please...make me cum," You begged as loud as your brian would allow you to. "Don't edge me Jio...please,"

He'd have to take it.

"Alright, then farmer," He chuckled, his finger tugging your panties down enough for him to feel the heat of your dripping sex, all before he directly touched your cunt. You felt like you could've come on the spot. "Let's see if you'll get even louder like this, hm?"

[becomingmina]

THAT DAMN PIERCING. w/ YANG JEONGIN

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: yang jeongin x female reader genre + warnings: smut mdni!, dry humping wc: 610 mina's note: that earring pic of jeongin got me feeling some sort of way. i have been slacking off sorry

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

"You really like it that much?" He chuckles, hands guiding your hips as you lightly rut against him.

“Like it?” You detach your lips from his neck, eyebrows furrowed at him. “Baby? I love it," you squeal. "I love it so much." You cup his cheeks in your hands and moved your face closer to his ear. You once again examined the lotus earring just sitting perfectly on him.

“I can tell," he replies, his hands guide your hips harder against him this time getting a whimper out of you.

You press your lips on his, muffling a moan at the ache in your cores meeting. “Jeongin- I love it so much,” he now meets you halfway with the grinding, creating such a delicious friction at a slow pace.

“So lovely, all up on me because of this damn piercing,” he chuckles. “If I knew it was going to turn you into this much, I would have got it earlier,” he squeezed your ass.

“You turn me on no matter what,” you defend yourself, the pace picking up now.

“Liar,” he smirks then raises up an eyebrow as he waits for you to defend yourself. You feel yourself blush as you try so hard to cover up how much the piercing is making you feel. You had no choice but to tell him.

“It looks hot.. it makes your jawline more.. sharp..” your finger dedicatedly tracing along his jaw. “I don’t know what it is, but you just look so sexy.” You blurt, feeling a bit vulnerable admitting this. “And I want to feel it on skin when you kiss my neck.”

“Yeah?” he gets cocky, hands making their way back to your hips. “You would love the feeling of it touching your skin?” he teases.

You nod before you throw your head back at the pleasure cause by the friction between your bodies. He starts to get impatient as well grinding harder up on you. Your hand latches onto his scalp pulling him closer to you and he gives you taste of what you have been craving for so long, nipping at your skin on your neck making his earring brush against your cheek. The sensation of something new in such a heated moment like this makes you reach your orgasm fast, but with gentle moans. (Y/N very demure, very mindful)

Jeongin continues to help you ride out your high, smirking at you cumming in your pants. He slows you down now, hugging you so you’re close to him, where the damn earring is still touching you.

“Feels so good Jeongin,” you managed to get out before pulling back to look at him.

“That was hot,” he coos, combing your hair away from your face.

You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and giggle when he starts to chase you for more. “I love it so much. I love you so much.”

“Then give me one more darling,” he says, pulling at the hem of your shirt.

“Only if you cum with me,” you challenged.

“That’s the plan,” he replies, pulling your shirt over your head exposing your lacy bra. He bites his lips and leans back at the sight of your perfectly round boobs overflowing in your tight bra, a couple sizes too small.

He starts to feel up your sides, grinding himself up to you again. “Once it heals, I’m going change it to a dangly earring… would you like that?” He proposes, his thumb tracing over your bra where your nipple is covered.

You nod, “I would love that. So much.”

“I know you would baby… Come on then,” he encourages as you hump against his covered dick.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ 30

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,855ish

Summary: You and Logan still struggle with your relationship. The two of you make a decision to help ease the struggles.

Warnings: Emotional, Angst, Injuries

Notes: crossing my fingers that you guys will be okay with this chapter...

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“So, how are you and Logan doing?” Ororo asked one morning at breakfast.

“Fine,” you responded with a shrug. “We have a lot of work to do, but we’re working through it.”

“He does seem a little more on edge around the kids, as do you.”

You sighed. “I’ve actually been thinking… I think Logan and I should go away for a while.”

“Wait, you two want to leave?”

“I haven’t brought it up to Logan yet, and it wouldn’t be forever… we just need a space where we can focus on just the two of us. We’re constantly thrown every which way with classes, missions, and world-ending scenarios. Logan and I need to simply be us for a while and figure out what that means.”

“I… do whatever you have to do.” Ororo stood up. “I’ve got a class to teach.”

“Ororo, please stay and talk.” 

But she slipped out of the room. You sighed, hiding your head in your hands. That was the position Logan found you in. He quietly came up behind you and rested your hands on your shoulders. He leaned down and kissed the back of your neck.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered against your neck.

You leaned back into him, looking up at him. “I made Ororo upset.”

“What did you do?” You sighed, looking back down. “Hey.” He sat down beside you. “I thought we were doing better with the talking shit.” He hooked a finger under your chin and guided your face to look at him. “Tell me.”

“I told Ororo about something I was going to talk to you about.”

“And that was…?”

“About leaving.”

“Leaving?”

“I was thinking that we need some time to ourselves. To figure things out and just be us.”

“But this is your home. Would you really be okay leaving it?”

“Logan, you’re my home. And you were long before this was.”

Logan studied your gaze and could see that you were telling the truth, but he worried that after a while, he wouldn’t be enough. You at least had people here, other mutants, to lean on when the two of you were struggling. If it’s just you and him? Then you’d have no one. Logan was okay with that for himself but not for you.

“I thought that we’ve been doing well here,” Logan said, trying to see if he could get you to change your mind. 

His words took you back. “You want to stay? You’re constantly trying to run.”

“I just want you to really think about it, sweetheart. I don’t want you to leave and then regret it.”

“You think that I’d regret being with you?”

“That’s not what I said—“

You pulled away, standing up. “But it’s what you meant, right?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.” He stood up as well, growing angry. 

“Do you not want this long-term, Logan? Am I just your person until a new, better one comes along?”

“Hey! That’s not fair!”

“Morning! Oh—“ Bobby stopped in the doorway. “I can see that this is not a good time, so I—“

“No, Bobby, we’re done here,” you told him, rushing off.

“Y/N!” Logan yelled after you, hurrying to follow you. He followed you into the gardens. “Now, who’s running?!”

“Oh, please,” you spun around. “You’ve wanted to run since the moment you got here!”

“Yes, but I stayed for you!”

“Oh, I feel so honored.”

“You know what, maybe I should go. Since it’s clear that I’m unable to hit the high expectations you have set for me.”

“You are the reason for those high expectations.”

“Ugh! I’m not that person anymore! And I’m sick and tired of feeling like shit all the time about that!”

Logan’s hand flew out as he was talking, his claws accidentally unsheathing. Before either of you knew it, the claws were cutting against your cheek. You gasped, stumbling back as your hand came up to hold your cheek.

“Oh my God,” he sputtered. He hid his claws before reaching for you. “Sweetheart—“ You stepped back, breaking both of your hearts. Logan’s fingers were tingling. If you didn’t let him try to fix this—if you didn’t let him touch you, Logan would never trust himself to touch someone again. “Please let me—“

“No,” you shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks. “Just… leave me alone.”

You rushed off back into the mansion. You knew that Logan didn’t mean to hurt you, but you needed time and space. 

Logan was frozen in his spot. The high emotions had gotten the best of both of you, but especially his claws. He had hurt you, and he was fully conscious for it. This was different than him having a nightmare. This was much worse.

~~~

You had sat in front of the mirror, watching the three cuts along your cheek heal into scars. Tears streamed down your face the entire time while you thought of Logan. Both of you were in the wrong here, and this was a complete accident. You were thinking about what to say to Logan when you started to hear drawers slamming in Logan’s room. Rushing out of your room, you looked into his room to see him stuffing his clothes into a bag.

“What are you doing?” You whispered.

Logan spun to face you. Slowly, his hand reached out to brush against the scars on your cheek, but he didn’t let his hand actually make contact.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” his voice was completely broken, tears lining his eyes. “I never wanted to be the one to hurt you… yet I keep doing it.” He shook his head and got back to packing. “I have to go.”

“What?”

“I can’t keep hurting you. I can’t be the person you need… The person I was before…”

“And this will make it better? I’ve messed up in this relationship, too. This is not just on you. I’m sorry for making it seem like I’m forcing you to be that person again. I know that you’ve changed, so I have, and that’s okay. I still love you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Stop that.” You slipped in between him and the dresser. He kept his head down, not willing to make eye contact. “Fine. Tell me you don't love me, and I’ll let you walk away. But you have to look me in the eye and be honest with me.”

You nibbled your bottom lip as you waited for Logan to make the next move. You could tell that there was a war waging in his mind. His eyes suddenly snapped to yours.

“I… I can’t do that,” he murmured. “I love you.”

You quickly pulled him by his shirt to kiss him. He dropped his bag and slid his hands to the small of your back.

“If you really want to leave,” you whispered against his lips, “then you have to take me with you.”

“Okay,” he replied. 

~~~

“It’s not forever,” you said as you hugged Ororo. “We’ll stay in contact and visit. Logan and I just need to figure things out.”

“I’ll miss you,” Ororo responded, pulling back. “I’ll miss the both of you.”

“You ready?” Logan asked, coming up from the truck he had just packed. 

He had already said goodbye to Marie and Bobby before packing the truck, knowing that you would need some time with Ororo.

“I think so,” you responded. “See you later, Ororo.”

“See you,” she replied.

You took Logan’s hand, and he led you to the truck. He opened the door and helped you in before going around to the driver’s seat. You turned back and watched as the mansion grew smaller and smaller in the distance. Logan placed a hand on your knee, giving it a slight squeeze.

“Are you okay?” He asked, clearly concerned. “We can turn back around.”

You laced your fingers through his and scooted closer to Logan, very thankful for the bench seat. “I’m okay,” you told him. You kissed his shoulder. “Where are we headed?”

“I have a place in mind.”

“Care to tell?”

“Not yet. Why don’t you get some rest?”

“You sure?”

He leaned over and kissed your head. “I’m sure.”

You hummed in content as you rested your head on his shoulder and let yourself relax. Logan’s lifted up in a barely-there smile as you tried your best to cuddle into him. 

~~~

You didn’t bother to ask Logan where the two of you were headed again. You kept yourself occupied with books and naps when you weren’t talking to Logan. It was already proving to be worth it, as the farther the two of you drove from the mansion, the less tension there was. Logan insisted on driving the whole way, and so far you’ve had to beg him to stop to sleep in motels for the three nights you’ve been on the road so far.

It didn’t shock you when the two of you crossed over into Canada. You figured that Logan would always feel a call back there. The shock factor was later as the two of you drove up an old, familiar road in the Canadian Rockies.

“Logan, where—“

“Just patience, okay?” He cut you off. “I’ll explain soon.”

You simply nodded, focusing on the trees you were passing out the window. Your heart started pounding the closer you got to the top. Before you knew it, the small house appeared and Logan was pulling up to it. It looked just how you remembered it. You were too busy staring that you didn’t realize Logan had gotten out of the truck and walked around to your side. He opened the door and took your hand.

“Come on,” he urged, tugging you out of the truck. “Let’s go inside.”

“Inside?” You repeated. “It’s probably a disaster. We—“ Your eyes widened as Logan pulled you inside. The place was clean, updated, and furnished. “What? How?”

“Charles. We had a conversation about when Jean died, and I got part of my memories back. He knew that we would need a place to start over and found where we used to live. Before I could stop it, he had people here fixing it up.”

You let go of his hand and began slowly walking around the house. Your hands gently trailed against the walls and updated pieces of furniture. 

“You and Charles…” you breathed out. “You did all this?”

“Is it okay?” Logan was clearly nervous. “We can go somewhere else. I just know that this was the—“ You shut him up with a kiss.

“This is perfect. Thank you. But know that I don't expect you to be the same person as before. Time has changed both of us… are you okay with being here?”

“Yes. I even already got a job as a lumberjack.”

“Oh, got the old job back?”

Logan chuckled. “Somethin’ like that. I start in a week.”

“So I have a week of you all to myself?”

“A whole week.” He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“Can we try out the new bed?”

A devious smirk formed over Logan’s lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

[sleepy-aletheas]

I love that the sentiment of "I know what's best for you, why aren't you listening to me" was always a two-way issue between them Before.

With Alhaitham, it's pretty straightforward. He saw a problem, and tried to brute force it away, because he didn't understand back then that internal struggles aren't easily solved by just going "hmmm nope" and move to healthier mindsets and good boundaries.

Kaveh's altruism isn't the core problem, but the way he goes about it; and Alhaitham tried to fix it in the worst way by going directly for the problem by himself, even if it wasn't his battle to fight.

Kaveh needed a shoulder to lean on, not a savior to fix him.

But in a sense, it goes the other way around too, where Kaveh was always someone who tried to fit in and be a part of the collective; seeing a loner Alhaitham made him want to bring his junior between people and change him to fit in too.

He would try to bring people closer to Alhaitham through their research, berate him for not helping others over and over, point out every single "selfish" action and hoping Alhaitham would eventually go "you're right".

Kaveh was always someone who could bend himself into ways that fit in the social situation so he could be as helpful as possible, and seeing Alhaitham, who refused to do it at all even if he was capable of it, must have driven him insane. His junior is able of anything he puts his mind to, and he just doesn't want to?

Alhaitham needed to be understood, not changed to someone else's whim.

It's also why their eternal debates about their ideals lasted so long. If it was always about their subjective ideas and train of thoughts, it was fine to dig into. There was nothing inherently wrong about it, and could be separated from their persons easily enough. But the moment they went from "altruism vs egoism" to "Kaveh's guilt vs Alhaitham's selfishness" they both crossed their boundaries of debate into personal dispute; and those topics could be seen as their biggest inner obstacles they had to deal with in their past and present.

It's also why Kaveh was always hostile-adjacent before the end of Parade of Providence; they blurred the line of ideals and their persons enough for their frustrations to become synonyms to everything. And with their miscommunication, misunderstandings, and ridiculously sized pride and stubbornness, it took Kaveh to be fully hit with the reality of his father's fate and seeing Alhaitham try to give him the tools to deal with his guilt himself, to realize that they both changed and it doesn't have to be "Kaveh vs Alhaitham" anymore.

And then in the subsequent events, every time they pop up onto the screen, they are more open to each other, more relaxed, more...understanding of each other and their boundaries.

They still poke fun, and point out their weaknesses, and side eye everything said and done, because they cannot be Alhaitham and Kaveh without bickering (and making it a spectacle for everyone else). But they don't make it a pointed attack anymore. They don't take it personally, don't berate and demean. Instead they listen to what the other has to say, and ruminate over it, instead of flying into fights on sight.

Alhaitham learned to trust Kaveh to work through life on his own, and be there as a support.

Kaveh learned to let Alhaitham have his space to decide who he wants to be and who he lets in close.

They're not meant to fix each other, they're meant to be companions. Sometimes it's as simple as that.

you were not mine to save -> to be loved is to be changed

i keep thinking about how

if you boil down alhaitham & kaveh's akademiya-era fallout fight, it was that alhaitham wanted to change kaveh & kaveh could never agree with his proposed course of action

but now, as full grown adults, alhaitham isnt trying to change kaveh anymore

that core conflict does reoccur, as it did during Parade of Providence when alhaitham lectured kaveh after Act II & kaveh got annoyed

(even though Alhaitham was obviously just worried about kaveh's health/wellbeing...)

this is a common pattern of behavior for them: alhaitham is worried about kaveh & kaveh reacts defensively to it

which speaks to how stubborn & hyper-independent kaveh is

despite being someone who's dedicated to giving back to the community and contributing towards the larger social good, he's quite determined on his own path in life

he'll bear the consequences (ie bankruptcy) all by himself if necessary...! and he's much too stubborn to be talked out of his own decisions

i dont think there was any possible way kaveh could have walked away from the wrecks of the first build of alcazarzaray and still be at peace with himself

and kaveh even admits he was naive (in his teapot dialogue), but he doesnt regret it still even now

so i think its cool alhaitham realised that there's no point in trying to convince kaveh to change who he is

such is kaveh. kaveh will not be someone different, not even for alhaitham. his work & altruism are parts of his core identity

why fight a mountain who will not be moved?

instead, alhaitham goes for more "harm reduction" strategies:

help cover kaveh's bar tabs, which means he's also the one lambad calls to pick up kaveh & see kaveh home safely

snark at kaveh when he's ranting about clients to keep him in a righteous mood instead of getting depressed

there's a quote about how to be loved is to be changed....

and alhaitham certainly has changed so much from that smart-mouthed student who had pinpointed what he thought was the root of kaveh's overbearing altruism and figured he could fix kaveh's problems with that knowledge!

to now as an adult with a lot more life experience: alhaitham knows that kaveh isn't his to save

and the more he tries to force kaveh to changing, the more likely kaveh is to dig his heels in

alhaitham doesnt need to be kaveh's minder or overbearing best friend--

he wants to be kaveh's partner, his equal, which means respecting kaveh's choices for what they are

anyways kaveh's drowner analogy works rly nicely for this core conflict between them (changing people vs supporting them and protecting them from harm)

& i cant believe its canon

i really appreciate this aspect of their relationship too-- it feels very mature & realistic...

how easy it would be if you could just TELL someone how to fix their problems!

its very frustrating to see someone you care about run straight towards problems again & again...

but you can't change someone's mind bc you want it to be that way. they have to decide on their own, on their own volition, and to truly believe in their decision, for the changes to really stick

as much as it sucks that you can't just solve people's problems for them

the human experience is so much richer for all of our different perspectives and ideas and principles that will not be compromised bc someone else wanted it to be

you can't control people's thoughts & that's for the best (also alhaitham's SQ is literally about this lmao)

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

helloooo!! I absolutely adore your works puts me to sleep with a great bag ass smile on my face! Can you please write about the moon boys where the reader is a complete bimbo/ fashion fanatic showing off her newly bought clothes and accessories to them

I hope this is okay! I'm not so good with bimbo reader, so this is a lot more like reader that likes fashion. <3

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Word Count: 712

Steven Grant

Is super interested in your love of fashion because you are interested in it. Literally loves to listen to you talk about it for hours and will not get bored. Asks lots of questions and gets so happy when you excitedly tell him the answers. 

Loves going shopping with you, will give you his honest opinion on everything, even if he disagrees. “That’s awful love.” “I like it.” “Well then get it, of course, it’ll look beautiful on you, but it is hideous.” Pulls faces to make you laugh. The only thing he’ll really grumble about is if you wear clothing that feels bad (sensory wise) for him, but he’ll do it in a jokey way.

“You know where this would look better, love?” “On your bedroom floor?” “No, in the bin.” 

Is happy for you to suggest some clothing choices for him, but he won’t change his style/comfort, he’s very content to be himself. However, he does adore it when you buy him clothing because you always make sure it’s something he would like and it makes his heart so full that you put in so much time and consideration for him. (When he expresses this and you tell him, ‘duh, of course, I love you silly!’ you are getting 1000 kisses. No other option.) 

Really likes it when you try on sexy outfits in changing rooms and send him photos. (This has led to him asking you to touch yourself and send him a video while you do it.)

Marc Spector

Gets a little nervous sometimes if he comes with you shopping in person, this depends on if the shop is very busy/the lights are really bright and overwhelming. It’s difficult to let when he gets overstimulated, because Marc masks a lot and has done so for a very long time. Plus, even if you’ve told him you want him to tell you, he doesn’t want to ruin your fun. 

Also likes it when you buy him clothes, always washes them before he wears them and usually asks you to wear them/lay on them before he puts them on so that they smell like you.

Don’t tell you if he hates something, tries to be so polite, but you can tell because he does a little ‘oh’ face with raised eyebrows before he gets his expression back under control. 

Surprisingly, really loves bright colours. Doesn’t tend to wear them much himself, but is always drawn to them. Really loves whatever personal style you have (bright or dark colours, he doesn’t care, you look amazing no matter what.) and will try really hard to point things out/show you what he thinks you’ll like/fits with your vibe.

Really likes watching shows about fashion with you, gets very invested in The Great British Sewing Bee.

Jake Lockley

Has so much fun going clothes shopping (in person or online) with you and having a massive try on montage. Literally flings the curtains open so dramatically. Will try on anything for the thrill of it. 

Quite often you both have a silly day where you try to dress as each other, this has led to some very realistic interpretations and some utterly chaotic ones. 

If he’s annoyed with you he will find the most eye watering outfit in the universe and wear it, saying ‘It’s the height of fashion’. 

His favourite t-shirt to sleep in is one with grammatically incorrect spanish on it that he found in a charity shop and thought it was hilarious. You cannot get him to part with it for love or money, even though it is falling apart and he has fixed it many times. (You don’t actually want him to get rid of it, but it’s become a fun little teasing game both of you play with each other.)

I’ve said many times that I headcanon Jake as a knitter, (because he is (joking)), I think he would happily knit with you/teach you if you wanted/didn’t know how to. He’ll also happily make you lots of clothes and accessories as gifts. However, it took him a long, long time to ever make and give you a jumper because of the knitter's curse and he just got so paranoid about it.

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[gabessquishytum]

so I really liked the alpha student dream/omega prof hob 🐺 anon and you did and I accidentally wrote 3k words. very sorry about that?

The thing is, the young man is really very good at this. Hob can feel himself falling for him more each day. Feels his biology work against him every day. That’s the worst thing. Dream is such, such a good alpha: he asks after Hob’s health constantly, brings him his favourite coffee every morning Hob has class, brings him food the day before and after heat leave… and the fact he’s so young and so good at it already makes it all the more impressive! What’s an omega to do?

Stand firm, of course. Hob didn’t get to his age surviving heat after heat on his own or occasionally on beta and omega cock only to succumb to baby’s first attempt at mating. But Dream makes it so hard. He’s so persistent. This habit he has of sticking to Hob right before he takes heat leave is maddening. Pre-heat is on hell of a thing, and Hob’s body can perfectly sense a willing, aroused, fertile alpha right there, and it gets ideas. Hob’s hind brain is compiling a very thorough list of all of Dream’s behaviours that make him a perfect mate, and it’s ruining Hob.

His heats start getting a lot more intense, longer, more painful. He feels empty in ways he never has before during: his hands aren’t enough, his toys, medication… and no one will touch him. Absolutely no one will touch him because Dream’s scent is all over him. Young, strong, possessive alpha. In fact, even Hob’s friends and colleagues don’t touch him anymore. Dream is the only one who still does, and Hob is becoming addicted to it.

Also, has Hob mentioned Dream is gorgeous? A pretty young thing like him, fawning all over an old bastard like Hob… it strokes the ego, it does.

His pre-heats get worse too. His cycle gets shorter, more erratic. He has to ask for more frequent heat leave. Multiple times he gets home from uni on the last day before heat leave with the heavy denim of his jeans soaked through with his own slick. He can only be thankful for Dream’s scent keeping any alphas with bad intentions away while he takes the tube home. He wants to blame his hormonal changes on incoming menopause trying to get him to breed before it’s too late, his brain all too aware of the lack of scent from a pup of his own of any age around him, but he can’t. It’s just Dream. Beautiful, possessive, commanding, fascinating, kind, model alpha Dream.

It gets to the point Hob can barely make it inside his house before collapsing on the floor, hyperventilating and feverish, and getting himself off unable to think about anything but what a knot would feel like… no, what Dream’s knot would feel like. What being pumped full of Dream’s come would feel like. Growing round with Dream’s baby. Letting Dream walk him to the tube the past few months was a mistake.

He’s never seriously wondered about these things before. Of course he’s thought about them, he’s human for fuck’s sake, but he’s never actively wanted them. Needed them. His heats last ages and the faculty is beginning to be unhappy with him, all because his brain is convinced he needs Dream to knot him and fuck him full of pups, and he spends his heats sobbing into the mattress, desperate with unsatisfying orgasm after unsatisfying orgasm.

Dream feels torn about his darling professor, lately. On one hand, he smells almost like he’s his. Dream’s scent on him is so strong that no one will touch him, which pleases Dream to no end. And he smells overwhelmingly of arousal when Dream is around, and Dream likes to think he’s about to break his legendary resolve… But on the other hand Hob looks… worn. Tired. Fatigued. Just, unhealthy despite all the little ways Dream cares for him. And that makes his alpha body itch. He needs his omega (he refuses to think of Prof Gadling as anything else) to be perfectly cared for. But Dream is doing everything he can short of stealing Hob’s keys and letting himself into his house. He follows him around the uni all day short of when Dream has other classes, taking up all his office hours sitting on Hob’s desk, regaling Hob with his best conversation, casually rubbing his own neck and then rubbing that hand on the desk, keeping his scent fresh in Hob’s space while the room gets saturated with aroused omega scent.

Dream flirts his heart out, touches Hob until his hands are batted away and he can almost taste Hob’s slick in his mouth, but Hob never gives in. This only encourages Dream! What kind of alpha would he be if he didn’t love the chase? When he finally gets his professor to beg for his cock (and he will) the victory will be all the sweeter!

So imagine Dream’s delight when, after coming from one of his classes and following a hurried Hob out of his own lecture into Hob’s office, Hob collapses, back to his desk, hands gripping it tight, trembling, shirt spotted with sweat and jeans rapidly going sopping with slick.

Dream just stares in wonder for a good minute, watching Hob with his eyes shut tight, writhing, whimpering and hissing through his teeth as he tries to get himself under control against something that is by definition uncontrollable. Hob puts up a good fight, though.

He’s so strong and proud. Dream loves that about him. Still, he takes the key where Hob left it still in the lock on the hall side and locks the door from the inside. He doesn’t think Hob has even consciously noticed him being there until Dream puts his hands on Hob’s thighs. His thumbs are an inch away from a growing wet spot.

“Are you in heat, professor?” he asks sweetly.

Hob shudders, and shakes his head, and promptly starts hyperventilating. Dream is riveted. Hob feels fever-hot under his palms even through jeans.

“Really?” Dream asks. “Because I think you are.”

He steps fully between Hob’s thighs and bends his head to take a whiff of Hob’s scent. Rich, sweet, fertile and begging for his knot. It’s beginning to affect him, too: he’s already well over half hard, and his mouth is watering. He can’t wait to finally mark his omega.

Hob bares his neck, and whines, and his thighs spasm in such a way it can only mean he’s so wet he wants to hide it but his body knows what’s better for him: the willing alpha between his legs.

“D-Dream. P-please.”

Hob is shaking so bad, but Dream gets the feeling Hob is about to beg him to stop anyway, and he just can’t have that.

He licks a long stripe up Hob’s neck, tasting him ripe with want, and whispers in his ear:

“Please what, professor?”

Hob’s legs give out, but Dream was perfectly ready for that. He grabs him firmly by the thighs and hoists him up on the desk. He lets himself rut against Hob’s soaked trousers just once and Hob’s moan is so so sweet to Dream’s ears.

Dream tuts, and caresses Hob soothingly as Hob half-melts backwards, back on the desk, head lolling off the other side, his throat perfectly on display.

“When is the last time you let a good alpha take care of this, hm?” Dream asks, running one finger at the seam of Hob’s trousers, over his hole and his hard cock.

Hob squirms, and grabs Dream’s wrist, and keeps it there.

“N-Never.”

Dream is struck dumb by that for a second. He’s fully hard so fast he feels lightheaded. Strokes Hob’s cock trough his soaked jeans while his professor sobs in relief under him. He can’t believe his luck, honestly.

“That just won’t do,” he whispers. “A man of your age, with your wealth of knowledge…” He deliberately moves his hand off Hob’s cock and runs both hands under his shirt, rucking it up, revealing a beautiful pelt of silver and brown hair. “…should know the feel of a knot sating one’s heats.” Dream slides four fingers under Hob’s waistbands, trousers and pants at once, and toys with the top button with his thumb. “Why don’t you let your alpha take care of you, professor?”

Hob is crying and bucking up uncontrollably into Dream’s touch, gasping, and looks up at Dream with his eyes glazed over.

“Dream. Please. Please. Touch me.”

Dream preens. Unbuttons and unzips Hob and plays idly with his cock. But nothing else.

Dream smiles.

“I am touching you.”

Hob is writhing and thrashing into it and whimpering and straining his neck, eyes flicking between Dream’s face and all the awards Hob has won for omega excellence in the workplace behind his desk on the windowsill.

“Dream I- I need-“ Hob is so pretty, sniffling and crying and begging. “Please, knot me, Dream, please-“

Dream doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends down to quickly kiss Hob’s temples, presses Hob’s face into his neck and feels him relax under Dream as he takes a lungful.

“I will take care of you now. All will be well,” he tells Hob.

Hob nods tearfully into Dream’s neck and slowly lets him peels his sweaty and slick clothes off of him.

Dream unwraps him like the present he is, calls him beautiful before sliding one-two-three-four fingers inside him, making Hob mewl.

“Shh. You are so wet already. So loose, so ready for my knot.” A gush of slick wets Dream’s hand, and Hob is starting to hyperventilate again “Not to worry. I will please you so well, make you feel so good.”

Hob doesn’t ask him to put on a condom in the brief moments Dream needs to unzip himself, so Dream doesn’t, and sheaths himself inside Hob to the hilt. Hob shouts and Dream groans. It feels so good. Hob is so so loose around his cock, yes, but he’s so hot and slick inside it feels more than perfect to Dream to fuck into him balls-deep. Fast and hard. Hob comes within seconds, and Dream has to put a hand over his mouth so they’re not heard all over the uni any more than they already have been.

“I should think you would like my knot now, yes?” Hob shouts against his hand, still shaking from orgasm while Dream pounds into him, hands fisting Dream’s shirt. Dream smiles. “Would you like that, professor? Being full of my seed? Finally being bred like you deserve?” Hob twitches, raises his head to look between them as he realizes what Dream is saying, then just… drops his head and goes fully boneless under Dream, submitting completely. “Yes. I cannot wait to see you round with my child.”

Dream’s knot swells so fast when Hob comes again around him it makes Dream dizzy. He can see Hob’s mind being blown in real time as Dream’s knot grows and grows until Hob is coming again just from the pressure, screaming his throat raw against Dream’s hand, and then Dream starts coming.

Dream doesn’t think he’s ever come so hard in his life. He can feel pump after pump of seed shoot inside Hob until Hob is whimpering so pretty and holding his belly, just slightly rigid from the fullness. Dream can’t help it, seeing Hob like that, a hint of how he will soon be when he’s full with Dream’s pups.

Dream bites him.

And Hob buries a hand in his hair and keeps Dream there, ankles locked behind his back.

Dream soothes the bite with licks and kisses, the taste of mated omega- his mated omega almost burning on his tongue.

Easily, he lifts Hob and sits them both on Hob’s chair behind his desk. His sweet older omega shouldn’t be forced to spend their whole tie lying on a desk. Dream rolls his hips slightly with Hob in his lap, soothing him as he whimpers incoherently from Dream being lodged so deep inside him.

“Was I not right, professor? Did I not make it all better?”

Hob nods into Dream’s throat, but for twenty good minutes of their tie doesn’t stop fucking himself on Dream’s knot, cock hard between them, giving himself little almost-orgasms. Dream pets him lovingly the whole time. How incredibly lucky he is, to watch his professor learn how good a knot feels!

Soon, though, Hob is exhausted and frustrated.

“Dream. Dream, I- Please. More. Please.”

Dream laughs softly.

“I need just a moment longer.” He lifts Hob slightly, lets him feel how Dream’s still-too-full knot tugs at his rim, lets him gasp with it. Hob clenches even tighter around him, and Dream smiles. “Certainly, this would be easier if your hole were not so greedy for my knot, professor.”

Hob hides his face against Dream’s neck, ruddy in the face, but Dream deflates enough that some of his come and Hob’s slick leak out and make it easy enough to pull out and push back in even with his knot still up. Dream fucks Hob again, long and slow and properly this time and all the way until he knots him again, until Hob winces and whines and grasps at his own painfully-swollen belly.

Hob even takes a nap while they’re tied, and Dream is incredibly proud of having sated the worst of Hob’s heat so quickly. Once Dream’s knot goes down again, Hob gingerly gets up, gasping when Dream’s come runs down his thighs in thick, slow rivulets. Dream watches him experience this for a moment, then pulls him back down onto his still-hard cock.

“Where do you think you are going, professor?”

Hob gasps.

“Dream- how…?”

“Oh, I am so very young after all, as you keep reminding me.”

He fucks up into Hob hard, as if to prove his point.

“That’s not-“

“Possible?” He smiles, teases Hob’s bite with his teeth and revels in the scent of his omega. “How curious. I seem to be in rut.”

Hob can feel it, is the worst thing. Can smell it, now his head has cleared a bit. And with every second that ticks by he feels his body grow laxer, the will to leave to let Dream take care of the rest of Hob’s heat at home get weaker. A rut is a much trickier thing than a heat. Shorter, sure, but with no lulls, no moments of reprieve. His alpha needs him, needs him now, and he wants to please his alpha.

“Dream. You didn’t- you wouldn’t- induce it?”

Dream hums thoughtfully, takes out the empty pill box of rut-inducing drugs he took, holds it up for Hob to see.

“I hoped to appeal to your nurturing side. I doubted my omega would leave me to suffer through a rut all on my own. And I was right, was I not? Already I can feel you relax in my arms, your hole loose and greedy and ready to take my knot and my seed for hours.”

Dream can already feel his knot swell up again. It will hardly go down now for the next many, many hours.

“I wasn’t your- Dream, a rut lasts up to two days, the university closes at-“

“But you were. You have been my omega for a while now, haven’t you, professor?” He grins and kisses Hob’s mating bite. Pity about the drugs, they weren't needed after all. But, Dream was always impatient. And they do have the nice perk of keeping Hob on his cock for so, so long. “And that’s too bad. The cleaners and the custodian are terribly gossipy, are they not? What a shame that everyone should know that you are mine. That the famous Professor Gadling is such a good, nurturing, devoted omega that he tirelessly saw his young alpha student through his rut in the very university he teaches at, right in his office… that he is such a willing, eager, fertile thing that he left the room mated and sweet with the scent of pregnancy.”

Hob can’t put up a fight. He is still in heat, and his alpha needs him, and Dream feels so good inside him. He’s never taken care of anyone’s rut before, of course, but it feels so incredibly good to be constantly knotted and bred. His heat barely bothers him, with how well Dream takes care of it.

Predictably, Dream’s rut lasts well into the next morning. Dream is incredibly pleased to dress him, leaving his shirt open enough to show off his bite, the waistband of Hob’s jeans digging into his distended belly. Dream walks him out of the office with a proprietary hand on his shoulder, Hob with face and neck and ears purple from shame, jeans stiff from his slick of yesterday and now his underwear, jeans and socks getting soaked with Dream’s come leaking out of him. And, surprising no one, with his scent the starkly sweet mark of a pregnant omega. It’s a proper walk of shame, it’s just after noon and the university is wide open and there’s people in the halls getting to and from class.

By the next day, everyone knows what Hob has done. No one blames him, though, which is almost worse. Poor omega, he’s a slave to his biology after all. It’s a miracle he lasted this long. It’s high time a good alpha take proper care of him. And Hob… wants to protest. He does, but… it’s so nice, so freeing being Dream’s kept omega. He can still teach, but he gets constantly spoiled by a pretty young thing, complimented about landing such a nice alpha and about being so fertile and glowing. He gets to carry Dream’s pup. It’s really not as bad and constraining as he thought, and he gets to be knotted as often as he likes… with a caveat.

Dream, of course, is a menace and should not have been trusted with his knot near anyone in a position of authority. Hob is constantly horny because of the pregnancy, and begging for Dream’s knot so often and so desperately it really is too easy for Dream to deny Hob his knot until Hob agrees to change a grade here, a grade there, until Dream is graduating with honours doing none of the work except knotting Hob nice and often. Who knew that trying an alpha’s knot was all it took to break Hob’s famous integrity?

-PA

PA ANON FIC!!! WE GET A PA ANON FIC!!!!

I'm so entirely gleeful about this and I can't thank you enough for sharing this and giving me the honour of sharing it with the community!! I've been travelling all day today and looking forward to the moment where I could sit down and re-read this. There are so many excellent details. Dream being persistent and sneaky and a total dickhead, but also being so caring and giving Hob the knotting he truly needed... perfect. I can't blame Hob for giving up either, and I certainly can't blame him for giving Dream such good grades. Cause if he's being graded on his fucking then he clearly deserves to graduate at the very top of his class 😏

*happy horny noises*

[chevelleneech]

If Buddie happens, Buck being Eddie’s first and last is the only real outcome.

This is long, but if you read it, hopefully it makes sense.

Was reading a fic that made me think about the angst sure to come from Buck not wanting to date Eddie right away, because he’ll be afraid of what Tommy said, regarding someone’s first queer partner typically not being their last.

That has to come back around and mess with Buck, otherwise it was a cheap way to break them up given all the other reasons that would have made more sense. As such, if Buddie is the plan, that has to be part of the initial conflict keeping them apart.

However, I would also hope the story between them is resolved in a way that doesn’t paint Buck and Eddie’s individual queer discoveries with the same sort of brush strokes. Thus far, Buck kissed and man and was like, “Yeah, that makes sense. I’m a boy, girl, and everybody in between kisser.” Whereas Eddie is seemingly going to go through an experience where he either rediscovers his sexuality once he starts letting himself remember what it’s like to not be repressed, or he’ll be hit in the face with it and realize why he’s been so unhappy for so long. Either one is good.

What I’m looking for in terms of them getting together, if it happens, is Eddie getting to decide if Buck is his first and/or last. Because we know Buck will not want to ruin their friendship and be caught up in letting Eddie be happy and explore this new side of himself even though Buck never got to explore. (Unless they finally let him in 8x07 and 8x08). But, I’m getting g long winded. What I’m trying to say is, I would like to see Eddie decide exploration isn’t what he wants, instead of having it sort of pushed on him due to Buck’s insecurities.

I’d like to see Eddie understand his new sexuality, discuss it with Hen or Bobby or whomever he trusts, I’d even like to see him talk to someone in his family and ask them if they knew or had any inclination at all, because we didn’t get that with Buck. They kind of just took what we as a fandom theorized and made it canon. “Buck is bi and it’s been obvious to everyone.” So Hen jokes about it and no one is even slightly curious as to when he made this discovery of self, except Maddie because… because. She joked about him liking men, but sure, she’s the one who didn’t except it.

Anyway, point is, I’d like to see Eddie be proactive about it. Try to figure out if he was the only one who didn’t know that he liked men. And I would like to see that lead to him deciding he doesn’t need a first queer experience partner to guide him, because Eddie has been through serious relationship before, and also grew up much faster than Buck had to in that regard.

Eddie had to become a father and a husband (at least emotionally, because he wasn’t exactly present as either for very long early on) at 18 years old. So he knows what it’s like to settle down and move in and work to pay bills and compromise (sort of) with someone and see their flaws and all that. He super sped through that part of adulthood before he was old enough to really understand it. Then he experienced the death of his wife, and the fallout that took years. He also got into two serious relationships after Shannon, one of which led him to a panic attack and breakup at the thought of marriage, while the other almost saw him moving in with a woman, only for him to panic again and do a thing that cost him his son’s trust.

So Eddie has only ever had pretty serious relationships throughout his adulthood, while Buck has only really had one. Two if we count Abby, because she was a huge stepping stone to him growing up and changing himself for the better, but to me, their relationship was also not a relationship. He and Abby were on two completely different wavelengths, in the sense that Abby was seeking comfort and companionship as her mother died, while Buck was trying to prove he could be a one-woman man. So it was serious in the sense that it helped them both find new paths, but it wasn’t leading anywhere, making it an extended fling essentially.

Ally could sort of be a serious relationship, but I personally tend to forget Buck dated her because she was brought in to replace Abby, and that’s it. They wanted the heartthrob of the show to be dating someone, so they gave him a random girlfriend who they sent packing as soon as they cast someone who could stick around for a while, leading us to Taylor. Buck’s actual first serious girlfriend, who was also his longest relationship to date. They went through many ups and downs and learned things from each other, and helped Buck move into a more mature place as an adult. A place where Eddie already exists.

Where Tommy is concerned, he helped Buck through the discovery of his sexuality, but they had nothing in common and weren’t really compatible. So while I do standby my dislike of how their breakup was written, because there was no potential heartbreak to be had since they barely liked each other beyond physical and Buck wanting to make a new thing work… Tommy wasn’t wrong, I guess. There was nothing between them to keep them together long term, because they’d made it six months and were basically still strangers. Meaning Buck was going to settle in and realize he hadn’t explored and researched and did all the things that make Buck, Buck as he figured himself out. Therefore, them breaking up had to happen.

With Buddie, if they go there and Eddie is Buck’s second queer relationship, it’ll work because they have an established relationship already. He knows who Eddie is to him emotionally. He knows Eddie’s likes and dislikes, and they connect. They even work well in raising a child together. On the other hand, if Buck is Eddie’s first queer relationship, it’ll work because Eddie (at least in my mind) isn’t looking for a man to show him the ropes. He’s experienced all the relationship ups and downs he could ever need, and is likely looking for ease. Something and someone that makes sense and clicks, and doesn’t give him any anxiety or bring with them any uncertainty.

This was a really long round about way of saying: Buck dated Tommy because he is constantly afraid of being left alone with his thoughts. He needs people to see the good in him and stay with him to believe he’s loved/liked. Whereas Eddie is able to sit with his thoughts, because he doesn’t like letting people in. He needs people to see him from an outside perspective to believe he’s okay and isn’t burdening anyone. If they date, Buck will finally have found a partner who stuck around for years, simply because he likes Buck as a person. He is genuinely interested in who Buck is. While at the same time, Eddie will have finally found someone who doesn’t allow him to bury himself beneath his own lies. Someone willing to do the work to pull him out of his own head.

So Buck’s One has to be someone who has always been there, and whom he knows won’t leave because they had more than enough opportunity to do so, yet haven’t. Whereas Eddie’s One has to be someone who sort of forcibly stays, despite all the chances he gives them to leave. He doesn’t need a first boyfriend to breeze in and out, because that will send him spiraling into believing his sexuality is an issue. Buck won’t spiral for that reason, because he kind of doesn’t give a fuck what his sexuality is. He wants to be loved, while Eddie wants to be accepted, and they offer that to each other.

[bullet-prooflove]

Trying: Clinton Skye x Reader

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @glazzyglaz @Racheluk @kmc1989

Companion piece to:

Downtime - You receive a phone call from Clinton when a case hits a little too close to home.

Two Weeks - Two weeks is too long to be apart.

Just How Much (NSFW) - Clinton shows you just how much he's missed you.

Good To Be Home - Clinton is happy to be home.

Love Letters - Clinton finds your love letter in his bag.

It's the undercover op that’s the last straw for you. When Clinton calls you from Baltimore to explain his case has evolved, that it requires him to disappear for a few months you lose your shit entirely.

“You’ve already been away two weeks working this case, I don’t understand…”

“You know I would come home if I could.” He had sighed as he stood at the window of his hotel room staring down across the darkening sky. There’s a storm rolling in through the west, already he can feel charge in the air as he grips the phone tightly.

“If you’ve changed your mind just tell me.” You say as you sit at the kitchen table with the fertility schedule in front of you. “You promised you’d do this with me but I’ve spent months jabbing myself in the ass for no reason.”

“Sienna.” He says softly, pinching the space between his eyes. “You know that’s not…”

“And now you’re telling me that the next time I see you will be months down the line, that it could be two months, it could be six.” You say, your voice breaking. “Why the fuck am I doing this Clinton? Why am I putting my body through hell when you can’t even be bothered to show up?”

You hang up then and Clinton, he’s left staring at the phone with his heart pounding in his chest. He doesn’t want to leave things like this with you, not when he’s about to disappear.

It’s past midnight when he gets home, the house is locked up but he can see the lamp illuminating the bedroom from the outside window. He knows you’re still twisted up about the situation between the two of you, that you won’t be sleeping tonight because you’ll be worrying about him.

When he lets himself in, he heads immediately to the bedroom because he can’t let this thing sit any longer. He finds you clad in leggings and your old academy t-shirt, curled around  his pillow. Your eyes are rimmed with red and the tears still stain your cheeks. In the bin reside the fertility drugs, the ones you’ve been taking for the past couple of months.

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” You tell him as he lies down beside you. “There’s no point in trying if you’re not here.”

There’s an ache in his chest, one he feels acutely as his fingers interlink with yours. He’s always wanted a family, he thought  the two of you could have that together but his job it just keeps taking him away. It’s you that’s doing all the heavy lifting, the injections, the hormonal fluctuations, you’ve handled all of that on your own because Clinton, he’s just not there.

“I’m sorry.” He tells you, his thumb brushing away the tears that stain your cheeks. “I’m sorry that this has all been on you. I always meant to be here…”

“You need to make a choice.” You tell him and his heart breaks because he always knew it would come to this.

His job or a baby, it shouldn’t be such a hard decision but it is because all Clinton can think about are those cases in his desk drawer, the ones that he’s slowly whittling away at because of the resources his current position allows him to have. You must see the indecision on his features because your lips purse together grimly.

“Think about it while your away.” You tell him before you withdraw from the bed and head towards the bathroom. “Let me know what you decide.”

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[churino]

Design for earth mode prowl

After Barricade's betrayal, this boy goes through some stuff, barry's reveal left prowl barely clinging to life, and in need of some soul searching, luckily he found it in master yoketron's teachings, when he returns to the autobots a changed man, hes ready to show them why it's his face they wear on their badges

Initially, prowl could be best described as "the fun police" strict and humorless. He trusts no one and has no friends. He has "confidants" in ratchet and barricade sharing many of his secrets with them, secrets that barricade took advantage of.

Prowl suspected Barricade of double dealings, but deep down in his spark, even though he puts on a stoic facade, he really did care for him and couldn't bring himself to face the truth because in his head he fostered the idea that he and Barricade were the only autobots willing to sacrifice their morals for the greater good, and that they were in a way more nobel than the rest, infallible even if others didn't see it that way

But it all blew up on his face

And whole body, Barricade's betrayal, had prowl fall into a trap set up by flamewar with a nuclear bomb the decepticons had stolen, trapped in an unknown location he was only able to warn the autobots to evacuate the sorounding area, while attempting to disarm the bomb, inexperienced with earth explosives he was unable to stop the bomb from going off but was able to limit it's explosive wield using the same substance inside transformer's bodies that stops their energon from blowing up,

The explosion that followed didn't wipe out a city, but it did leave prowl damaged and buried under rubble that stopped the autobots from finding his body. Or at least that's what they thought, in truth they didn't find his body because somebody else got to him first

Nightbird and her lackeys saw a wounded autobot and saw an opportunity for a biology lesson, but first, they took a look inside his mind, finding all sorts of juicy secrets, which allowed them to build their first transforming vehicon, however, they didn't seem to quite understand how the minds of transformers work as they accidentally left a way for prowl's mind to transfer into this new body, it didn't really matter to them as they got what they wanted out of him. so prowl was able to fight his way out of their warehouse with nothing but his entire sense of identity and worldview shattered :D

After prowl escapes capture by the tires of nightbird, runamuck and runabout, he reflects on all that has happened to him thus far on earth and enters a deep depression, the body reflects the mind and he ends up developing gold plastic syndrome, becoming extremely fragile feeling ashamed of himself, he abandons the rest of the crew to wander the earth in search of new meaning in life. In this state, he's stuck in vehicle mode as attempting to transform in this state would have his knees turn to dust, he's weak, vulnerable, and lost. And it is metalhawk and the cyberninjas who find him.

Prowl finds new meaning under the cyber ninja clan, becoming yoketron's brightest student. Now, a skilled infiltrator and spy, knowing exactly how guards usually behave and able to adapt to any countermeasures. he's shrunken, but he's now able to defeat foes 100 times his size.

he returns to the autobots a changed man, but he no longer operates within their hierarchy, similar to a mercenary, but he doesn't actually charge his friends, and he can call them his friends now!, and like that he remains, fighting alongside the autobots till the very end.

Of course, his rise hasn't come without... enemies, the spurn rival road rocket, his ex parther barricade, and after regaining contact with the autobots, he makes an enemy out of a certain spider trying to pick on the little guys

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Ranking the Trio based on how they'd potentially parent

Makoto - He definitely has the most in regards of handling kids. I doubt he just sat their and did nothing while Komaru was growing up. Not that he'd be able to do TOO much since Makoto and Komaru aren't that far in age, but I feel he would have had the opportunity to observe and learn that way. Being an older sibling as well lends him to have a bit more experience with caring for those younger than him. Thus, I can see Makoto being pretty good at this. Or well, he'd say it's average but this guy can't help but undersell himself like that. Feel he'd be a good, classic dad.

Byakuya - Yeah. He has absolutely nothing. Or does he...??? OoOoOo! After all, there could be a SLIVER of chance though that he was educated in how to care for kids due to the fact that he's the heir. He's gotta make a ton of them. Buuuuuut, he could just, give the kids off to the maids or butlers something. So yeah. Circles back around to nope. He's got nothing. The added part is that he was the youngest in his family too, specifically in the competition though still the youngest there. Thus, he'd probably have a lot to learn before he can start potentially raising the kid.

Kyoko - Like Byakuya, she probably has minimal experience due to both her personality and how she was raised. However, unlike Byakuya, she doesn't have the "she might have learned at least something about childcare due to rich boy" excuse that might give her a change of having prior knowledge on kids. She legit has nothing. However, unlike him, I feel she'd be quicker to learn and, in adulthood, understand kids more than he does though both of them would be in a bit of a learning curve together regardless. Byakuya's just going to take more time and be petty with the fact that Kyoko and Makoto are excelling at this child care stuff more than him.

In regards on how I feel the three would work together in a parenting scenario (either the three are a thing or they're all just helping out), I feel they'd work good together! They'd really be able to cultivate a well rounded child with their differing approaches and ways of handling a child. Feel Makoto would be good with giving the kid a good sense or morality, Byakuya would ensure the kid knows their worth and can be proud of their achievements, Kyoko can teach the kid good critical thinking skills, and that's just scratching the surface of the possibilities! The trio would also be able to help each other out if the other's not as well versed with a certain task. For example, I feel Byakuya would have trouble changing the baby. There's also the mix of just general parenting troubles they'd face along the way. Furthermore, some other general thoughts I have on this concept is Hiro would be such a goofy uncle. He gives such good weird uncle energy. The kind of uncle one would wanna hang out with for sure and hear crazy stories from. Maybe a few conspiracy theories might be told as well though I'm sure the kid could eventually snuff out the truth eventually, no matter if one, two or all of the trio are parenting the kid. All three of them are smart in their own ways, that's for sure! Moreover, I feel Hina would be a cool ass aunt, definitely trying to get the kid into swimming and being nice to have donuts around every time they visit. Feel she'd also just be really fun to be around (she IS the older sibling in her own family too), the type of aunt who'd spill embarrassing stuff the trio might of done as in their youth. Feel Toko would also have good aunt potential too in a different way than Hina. She'd be the type one would get good book recommendations from. Also, while Hiro and Hina are more high energy, Toko's a lot more reserved so visits with her would be a lot less chaotic and more of an opportunity for learning for the kid whenever they're around. (Syo can supply any chaos anyway) Not saying Toko can't be fun to be around on her own! Feel she'd definitely say some memorable things around the kid, maybe roasting Hiro behind his back which would be humorous. Additionally, feel Toko would underestimate her ability regards to being around kids. Like, she'd think she wasn't doing as good as she was or just have those seeds of doubt in her about it. She has good potential to be just as cool of an aunt as Hina though, Komaru too which one can't forget her! Feel Komaru would be around when Toko is too so Toko isn't just doing it all alone, she's got some help with Komaru in terms of the kid and their potential visits. Also, no clue how to squeeze this in but I just have that weird gut feeling that Komaru would bring the kid to the zoo or the park or just some form of outing. I just feel she would.

[dandelion-wings]

Hello! Love your fic and blog. I would love to hear your thoughts on something. There's a thing I sometimes see people say...that like Kaeya should have told Diluc his secret earlier than he did. (And I agree that he should have told him at a different time. And I do think it is generally a good thing that would strengthen their relationship, after they work through it, and it gives Kaeya a confidant.) Idk, it's complicated because I kind of feel like Kaeya doesn't really owe anyone the truth until such a time that he is put in a position of potential or active harm to Mondstadt. But I am generally of the opinion that people are way too harsh on most of the characters that keep secrets, as if that in itself is a moral wrong.

Hmmm. I had to think about this a little, anon, because "should" is such a loaded term here!

I think so much about evaluating his choices here depends on context we simply don't have in canon. Is Kaeya actually in Mondstadt for any malicious reason, or did his father leave him there to protect him in some way (and if so, did he justify it with a false mission to make Kaeya cooperate, or is Kaeya fearing a war that isn't actually likely to come)? If there was a reason, was he an active agent (spy, saboteur, what have you) or a helpless pawn (c.f. this post)? If there was an actual plot, has his loyalty changed and he doesn't have to do anything for Khaenri'ah going forward, or does he fear some kind of secret trigger word or magical control that would make him a danger to Mondstadt no matter what? Is "Khaenri'ah" only the Abyss Order at this point, or are there actual non-Order Khaenri'ahans still around that Alberich Sr. is trying to save? (Or, in between the two, is he on the "save/purify the hilichurls" boat with Caribert, but is taking a different tack than the Order, or working with them only reluctantly?)

An important question for me has always been whether the fanon that Kaeya is "a prince" is true because, if he is, and there is an actual plan, and there are actual Khaenri'ahans this plan was meant to save, then morally speaking I don't think he should have told at all. I tolerate royalty even in my fiction only and exclusively on the premise that they serve their people No Matter What (this is why I still hate Ei >> ), and I would lose all respect for him if those three conditions obtained and he still chose Mondstadt.

But like... my insanely high standards for fictional royalty aside... Kaeya was a kid abandoned in a foreign land. That's the one thing we know for absolute certainty. Even if he was around Diluc's age of eighteen, and even if Mondstadt definitely gives responsibility to kids way younger than in our world, to me that's still a kid. "Should" seems to come with moral judgement here that's pretty harsh, given that, and I say this as someone who does judge Diluc around the same events--but with the same ambivalence, for the same reasons, of him being a kid in a tough spot. (I did not make better decisions re: sibling relationships than either of them at that age, let me put it that way.) Also, honestly, if Kaeya had confessed earlier, I don't think Diluc was the person to initially do it to--leaving aside all moral questions, I think the smart person to tell would have been Crepus, an actual adult who, while not perfect as a parent by any means, I feel likely would have chosen to protect his adopted son from blowback. He almost certainly had the experience as a businessman to control when and how that information was disseminated to any relevant parties, including Diluc himself.

I honestly don't even think Kaeya "owes" anyone the truth even if it does put Mondstadt at risk, though that comes from the premise that he still feels conflicted somewhat (which canon has drifted away from somewhat but I do stubbornly cling to, because it's spicier, and I don't love them blandifying my boy >> ). He gets to make his own choices. And then he gets to deal with whatever consequences fall out for them! And honestly, while I feel like the morality of secret-keeping in the real world depends very much on the secrets and their impacts, and can often go horribly wrong, in fiction it leads to some of my favorite kinds of narrative drama. So I guess that's my takeaway!

[archiepelago]

alternate surface au inspired by a few ive seen around on tumblr :3

[thechy-fychannel]

y'all ever think abt how it was julie having the affair and it is even said multiple times that she was the one who left him, yet wilson was still the one who left their home and moved in with house. like. he couldn't bear to stay in their home alone. he immediately ran to house and stayed on his couch for weeks. suffered through his pranks and his laziness and his manipulation. telling him he wants him gone while sabotaging his attempts to leave. and he only left once he got a girlfriend again.

[doodlejoltik]

my favourite writing device is having an un-Rei-liable narrator