#and as soon as I realized I wasn't going to be allowed to be openly queer

[wanderlust-----witch]

Becoming pagan turned me into a hedonist. I love that for me.

[mywritingonlyfans]

Teacher's pet. // Prof! Alex Turner X Stud! Reader (Smut) Part 2 of 3.

prompt: (Age Gap/Smut) Alex, an undergraduate professor, wasn't known for his friendliness until he found himself gradually warming up to you. Your remarkable writing skills, particularly directed at his class, heightened his interest even further. He's determined to show you firsthand just how talented you are, even if the journey is challenging. Eventually, both of you realize that resisting this connection is futile, and you must let go of your inhibitions to explore what lies ahead.

words: 9K.

a/n: I'll need to add one more part, I hope you still feel like reading them! Thank you for waiting all this time! (I'll try my best to finish the last part soon)

HERE'S PART1

Alex promptly notified campus authorities about the boys. Although he didn't know their names, his detailed description enabled other professors to identify them. He ultimately concluded that they weren't a real threat, just a bunch of troublemakers. Nevertheless, he did his part, unwilling to let the situation slide and subject himself to any torment for having overlooked their inappropriate behavior. In the same way, he'd be watching you just as closely, not only because he wanted you to be okay but also because of the intensity that had built up inside him (thoughts and a tiny bit of obsession) after the last time he saw you.

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His messy and crooked handwriting on the napkin somehow lingered in your mind. Not as much as the possibility of him being someone other than yours, but it persistently surrounded your aura. Your idealization of Professor Turner did not fit with him being a traitor, so yes, the way you portrayed him in your mind did not allow for such a possibility unless he proved otherwise. And that hurts, from deep within your core to the bitterness in your mouth and the burning in your throat. It was frustrating, yet you still wanted him around. What continued to motivate you to read the book he had given you and delve into his notes was the feeling of having him by your side, reading every word with you. Sometimes you were certain that if you closed your eyes, you could hear his rough, accentuated voice blending with the characters.

Perhaps, if you were his age and already held a degree, maybe even a professor specializing in romantic literature, there might have been something between you two. Picture it: a rainy afternoon, your head resting on his chest, his warm lips near your ear as he read to you. You hadn't openly acknowledged it yet, but you felt a certain compatibility despite the numbers of years difference. It took you a while to realize, but his demeanor softened whenever he saw you, his gaze growing more serene, and even the beloved wrinkle between his eyebrows had time to relax. His voice became gentler. You weren't completely oblivious to these cues, though you did have your doubts.

It all traced back to that one night when he had come to your aid, opening your eyes to the possibility that he could belong to someone. The faint, woody scent of his blazer had found its way to your home. He had even apologized for pulling back from a kiss, not wanting to be rude, and left his phone number in your belongings with a simple message: "Call me if you need me, lil’ one." He left no room for doubt; your mind still spun, and you felt helpless, uncertain about what steps to take. But your desire to do something about it burned brightly.

"I can hear your breathing," his tone was relaxed. Just as you hoped it would be with you, and then you wondered if he could recognize you by your breathing alone.

You remained silent, there was no plausible reason or emergency that had made you call. It wasn't strange, just unusual. He laughed, which made you imagine him with a cigarette between his fingers, taking a breath on the balcony with his mouth slightly open to blow out the smoke. Maybe he just smoked too much, and you weren't obsessed.

"It's okay, little one. We can stay in silence." He laughed, in a way that filled your lungs, and the little wrinkles around his eyes appeared for contemplation. At least in your mind, just for you.

You exhaled, your eyes filling with tears. It wasn't exactly a desire to cry, but you felt genuinely sad knowing that you weren't and wouldn't be his.

"How do you know it's me, Mr. Turner?" You wanted to sound playful, but your voice came out so shaky that it made calling him that seem inappropriate.

"It was a guess. Besides, I can't think of anyone who would call me at this hour and stay in deep silence. And, well," there was a pause, his guttural and muffled breathing making you take a deep breath. Enough time for a drag, you thought. "You know, I was ‘oping you’d call." He was sincere, typical of him. He always seemed too clear when he wanted to be. Everyone said he was strict, but you couldn't think of a time when he had made his students confused or uncertain about something he demanded. Demanded, that was a word that suited him in the classroom.

"Waited?" And you saw him nod with a sweet look for you, as if he were by your side. In fact, he just mumbled. "Expected me to be in trouble?" You tried to sound more cheerful.

There was a pause; you lay down, staring at the walls until you buried your nose in the pillow in a hug. He was close to his phone; you could hear him wet his lips and breathe lightly. You wanted to run your fingers over his face and hair again, but you couldn't deny that this was as magnificent as it got.

"Not at all, but I wouldn't hesitate to save you." His eyes closed tightly. The silence grew deeper, still comfortable, it was cute. If you had the chance, you would kiss him before that, before it got too cute. "I'm sorry," he said, not sounding regretful, just reluctant due to your brief absence.

You laughed, not saying anything, but it was enough for him to understand that everything was okay.

"Are you sad?"

Then you felt the pillow get a little damp.

"Am I really that transparent?"

He let out a breath through his nose, his lips curving. If he closed his eyes just right, just like you did, he would also be able to feel your fingers dancing around him.

"Only when you write, but I blame myself for watchin’ you too much during this time." You sounded the same way as when he pushed you a little too hard with his pragmatic comments, and although he found it adorable, over the phone, without being able to do anything about it, it made him a little uncomfortable. His words took brief seconds to be spoken; he wondered if you noticed how nervous he was that he needed to formulate sentences before speaking. And even then, he regretted some of them, not that they were bad, but he didn't want to hurt you.

"I guess I am,"

"Guess?" The air caught in your throat, the back of your nose starting to burn, and you feared it would be difficult to keep tears from flowing.

You didn't want to comment on the woman in the photo, at least not at that moment; you wanted to enjoy being with him as much as possible. Taking a deep breath, you decided to omit the reason but still let him know that you were genuinely upset. Maybe it was because he had helped you; you didn't know why, but you trusted him to a moderate extent that included your feelings. You believed and knew that talking to him would make you feel better.

"I think I'm just stressed," it wasn't a lie. His body shivered, unable to hold you close to comfort you. You felt a little pathetic making such a confession to a 37-year-old man who didn't have the same problems as you.

"I feel like I'm trying so hard for nothing, the days of writing have been a burden, and everything I write is so thought out and time-consuming that I feel like no one would want to read it, I'm almost certain I'm a fraud. I'm just waiting for the day they'll realize." Your throat was already scratchy enough to be closed from the middle to the end; your face was wet, and your head pounded in pulses. This was a recurring thought of yours; you had never verbalized it to anyone.

He listened, his steady breathing becoming slightly faster, and in a way, it calmed you over the phone. The whimsical feeling that he was there for you, even if it was a situation made up in your head, put you at ease.

Alex had noticed that you were insecure about your writing; it was clear how you reacted to his notes and negative feedback. But that was one of the things that made you good, the persistence in wanting to recognize your mistakes, listen, and do things differently. He wished all his students were like that. Although you had a special place in his mind and heart. Alex found you talented and determined; weakness didn't align with your gentle and loving personality. He wanted to make you see yourself through his eyes and free you from that feeling.

"I don't think you are, lil’ one; I know you're not," the pet name brought a smile to your face, and Alex noticed, his chest warming with the satisfaction of successfully soothing your worries. "You'll reach your goals. You write well, pay great attention to detail, and I love every touch of romance in your writing. I mean it now, and I'll mean it even more in the near future. You’re quite meant for this." He settled into his bed, clearing his mind as he imagined you lying beside him. Alex could almost see your gaze darting away from his, just as you often did during his lectures, as if you hoped he wouldn't notice.

You wouldn't admit it, and he wouldn't discover it, but you felt more confident and better in this emotional aspect after his classes. You recognized that you felt even worse about this in the months before you even knew Alex. Now it was different, and you liked that.

"Do you really think so?" It didn't sound like you wanted to hear him repeat the same words. It was more like you still had traces of doubt. He could even see your nose wrinkling, a habit of yours when you were uncertain, which he found endearing. Just like hearing your weak voice like that, no matter how wrong it may be.

"Sometimes I'm certain that I'm not worth the opportunity that someone needs to give me so I can succeed in something, something that hasn't even happened yet and might never," Alex didn't let you linger on that and hushed you until your voice diminished. If he found it painful to hear you talk about yourself this way, he couldn't imagine how you were dealing with it inside your head. "I don't want you to talk ‘bout yourself like that." His voice was firmer, and you shrunk back; it was good to hear above all. "You'll make it. You're worried ‘bout a future you can't control. You're still young, and you haven't even finished your degree. Give things time. Like I said, you're talented, and you'll have good opportunities. And I'd help you in any way possible." Inside his head, he concluded, and in the impossible too. He wished he could hug you, have your body close, and be sure that you were comforted and that your voice was no longer filled with tears, but all he had were words.

Even without a turn of phrase, he noticed you calming down, and he could feel your exaggerated heartbeat through the call. Or maybe that was just his worries. You were a mess. And even though you were frustrated, he didn't want to be anywhere else that night but on the phone with you (even though he preferred you in person next to him).

"Do you think it gets better with time, Mr. Turner?" You smiled; it was forced, he knew that, but he was relieved that you were trying. Then he scratched his nose with a funny look, the way you called him still sending shivers through his body, but he also found it cute how the sound came from your lips.

"The insecurity you're feeling?" You nodded in a mumble. "It doesn't get better, but we learn to deal with it better, I think." You laughed again, with more enthusiasm, and Alex felt accomplished, feeling his own cheeks blush.

"Thank you, Mr. Turner." You said softly, closing your eyes, the phone pressed against your cheek, still hugging your pillow even tighter. His breath truly acted as a calming agent on you.

"Little one?" He noticed you were tired. "You can call me Alex if you want; there's no reason to be so formal." He felt awkward asking for that, even though the whole situation was awkward.

"Okay," you said softly, not quite able to bring yourself to say his name. The way you sounded thoughtful even with such a small word made Alex chuckle quietly in a discreet way. You were so adorable in his eyes.

Silence took over, in the same warm and familiar tone as throughout the call. You began to smell his scent on your sheets and remembered lying there with his blazer before, although for now, it was likely just a figment of your imagination. But it felt so real; you were really drowsy from sleep.

"Turner?" He murmured to let you know he was still there, finding the evolution of you avoiding "mister" quite sweet, as it made him feel less old compared to you than he actually was.

"I've been writing different works; I'd like you to take a look. I like it when you assist me without taking away my freedom." He ran his hand over his abdomen, his body warm, and he felt guilty once again for pulling you into this with him, even if that was your will too.

"I'd love to. I'm free tomorrow if you want to come over." It sounded subtle and right. Neither of you could tell if it was the effect of sleep, but he liked the idea of having you at his house again and being able to talk to you outside the academic environment. You took a while to respond, and he almost took back his earlier words.

"Is it not a problem?" Your mind went back to how he could have someone who was his person.

"No," he said, not sounding pensive, but he was wondering if someone important at the university found out it could give you problems. He knew it wasn't right for him, but he didn't care as much about what could happen to him; you had more to lose than he did, you were at the beginning of your academic career, and he wouldn't do that to you. "Do you think it could be a problem for you?"

You denied it, realizing you needed to speak for him to know the answer. "No, I think it's a good idea," you concluded, deciding that you would make the most of it, whatever it was. It was the first time you felt attracted - you liked him, you were a bit obsessed, you were afraid - and you were almost certain he felt the same way, and you didn't want to waste it.

After a few short minutes, you continued, "I love the way you write about being in love, as if there's only room for that one person in your head, and nothing else matters. I hope that if someone ever falls in love with me, it's at least 10% of how you describe that feeling." He knew you read his publications, yet he felt a delightful warmth, like receiving a handwritten note from your middle school crush confessing the same feelings. He appreciated your work, and your appreciation of his made him feel great. "Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new? I won't settle for anything less." Although Alex had written this a while ago, he found himself contemplating how well it matched what he felt for you.

You couldn't find more words, but both of you could sense each other's presence, the subtle laughter, and the soft breaths. Words weren't the sole means of communication; you both comprehended the situation and willingly let things progress at their own tempo. With this feeling of ease, you slipped into a peaceful and rejuvenating slumber, so unaware of it.

A few before this, he commented about needing to dispose of the ashes and the ashtray, and your face brightened in the darkness upon realizing you were right. He was smoking this whole time. Once you drifted off to sleep, Alex allowed himself to do the same, filled with the assurance that you were safe.

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Your gaze appeared distant, and your fingers, on the verge of digging into your arm's skin due to impatience, twitched nervously. You leaned against the wall, seeking to evade the curious glances of passersby, well aware that your tension was conspicuously written across your features.

"Hey, what happened?" His voice carried deep concern, and as his gaze met yours, you couldn't help but fear that someone had issued a threat you were blissfully unaware of. He didn't hesitate, closing the gap between you, his proximity sending shivers down your spine. He was clearly worried.

It took a moment for you to find yourself as you briskly navigated the corridor leading to the reception desk, anxiety clutching at your chest.

"They're having issues with my documents, for dear God. I need them to apply to some campus. I did everything correctly, notified them of my need for these documents, and I'm still well within the deadline…" Your voice trailed off, caught in the charged atmosphere, your mind aflame.

His gaze remained steady upon you, his countenance markedly soothed now that your anxiety had heightened the stakes of the situation. He adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder and extended a reassuring touch, his fingertips coming to rest gently upon your hand.

Moistening his lips and making that soft, almost playful sound one uses to capture a cat's attention, you couldn't help but release a small, albeit apprehensive chuckle, providing relief to both you and Mr Turner; he was doing well.

His presence, grounding and reassuring, helped to temper your nerves. He remained with you until your breathing found its way back to the present.

Glancing around, his eyes found no one in close proximity. He dipped his head slightly to align himself with your level, a tremor of emotion causing your cheeks to twitch. His face and the tip of his nose were red.

Running his fingers softly across your cheek, he offered you a warm smile despite your obvious reluctance stemming from the absence of his hand in yours.

"It's alright. Everything's going to be just fine, little one." His voice gradually dissolved your anxiety and the gripping sensation in your chest. He brought his fingers to his lips, tenderly kissing them before tracing their path back to your face.

First, he lightly pressed against your forehead, then your nose, and finally your cheek before his hands slid back into his pockets.

Unbidden, the thought crossed your mind that he would've kissed your tears away, a gesture of comfort he was undoubtedly willing to extend, if only the circumstances allowed. And then your mind ached at the brief reminder that you had woken up in the double bed in his room that night.

His laughter filled the space, eyes glistening with warmth, and the wrinkles around them adding to his features. In that moment, you fervently wished he could be yours, even as your self-awareness acknowledged the depth of your feelings.

"Where do you intend to apply?" Your gaze descended to his chest, buttons undone, and a gleaming chain vying for your touch.

"Huh, I... I plan to apply to a university in California. That's the crucial one, although I'll be submitting applications to others as well. Missing this deadline is simply not an option."

He nodded in understanding, skillfully alleviating the awkwardness you felt over your hesitant words. You remained unaccustomed to the unwavering attention he directed your way, where your words and actions seemed to bear a significant weight. He made you feel noticed and appreciated, you liked that.

"Give me a few minutes, and I'll be right back."

That said, he didn't take long to re-enter the room you had left about 40 minutes earlier and resolve your issue. He emerged with a furrowed brow, the self-assured smile gradually returning to his lips as he made his way back to you. It almost felt unfair how swiftly he had solved the problem, but then you remembered that he wasn't known for his friendliness to everyone. You imagined the firmness in his voice and expression as he demanded to know the whereabouts of your documents from whomever happened to be present. A sense of relief washed over you as he asked if this was what you needed and handed you the envelope. With a quick glance inside, you confirmed that your documents were indeed there.

He seemed genuinely pleased to have been able to help, but you didn't quite notice. Your reaction was instinctual as you rose on your tiptoes and let your body collapse onto his, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him close. He took a deep breath, unprepared for this, but he managed to keep his bag from slipping off his shoulder and circled his arm securely around you. His nose brushed against your hair, and he hoped your scent would linger on his clothes for at least a few more minutes.

It was brief, both aware of the potential consequences of this closeness. You apologized, although a smile remained on your face. He could have frozen that moment in reality, gazing at you for hours, your short shirt rumpled from your previous touch, knee socks slightly disheveled inside your tall boots, while you clung to the documents he had just retrieved. The silence wasn't uncomfortable; it was evident how you found comfort in each other's presence. And he easily concluded that you suited California.

"I need to go," he said, his thoughts consumed with the image of you sitting in his classroom in a few hours and potentially at his home later if you hadn't changed your mind. He didn't want to bring it up, wanting the decision to be entirely yours. If you decided not to show up, he'd understand, and you knew that. You appreciated the pressure he removed from you. His desires were quite evident, and even though you still needed to address the matter of the photo in his room, his intentions were anything but unclear.

…

On that day, you sat a few desks behind due to the front-row seat's creaking issue. Every time he entered the room, your attention soared. You enjoyed admiring how he placed his brown bag on the desk, neatly rolled up his sleeves to the elbows, and adjusted his blazer before starting the class. However, you noticed how his eyes searched for you before initiating this ritual, his face stern and composed, his hand tracing his jaw until he reached the spot where he found you, a few desks back. Your radiant smile met his timid one, and your hands fidgeted with your skirt. At that moment, you both knew that neither of you concealed your feelings well. It was evident in the softening of his expression upon finding you and the shy smile that curved his lips; with crooked lower teeth and cute prominent lines. It warmed your heart.

The following minutes went as expected, with your heart racing when he addressed you, and he posed questions that he was confident you could answer or raise thought-provoking ones. You remained addicted to gaining his favor, even though you no longer needed it. There was no doubt you were his favorite one.

"I think that's enough for today," he murmured, dismissing the others, which included you. Yet, you hesitated to pack your things and leave. You wanted to show him that you still intended to meet him later, fearful that he might think otherwise.

Initiating the conversation didn't come naturally. You leaned against the closed door, observing him tidy up the last of his belongings. You felt uneasy, and he sported a self-assured smile. He was yours, soon you'd gradually become aware of it.

"It's okay, little one. We can stay in silence," he offered, approaching you. Your nervousness was palpable, and you couldn't even contemplate forming words. "There's no one on the other side of the door," he reassured, peering through the small glass window. "I wouldn't force or manipulate you into anything you don't want to do." He was cautious, but the idea that he thought you might think of him like that made you shake your head vigorously.

"I know you wouldn't, Professor Turner." His nose wrinkled slightly as you insisted on calling him that. His cheeks gained color, and you loved that.

You pushed your hair back, trying to clear your head. "I just wanted to confirm that you still want to see me tonight, and also to say thank you for helping me after the bar incident. I don't want you to think badly of me. I—" You paused, swallowing hard. Dry throat, just like your eyes, which couldn't stop blinking. His attention was fully on you, and it didn't help. Seeing your struggle, he moved closer, gently removing your hand from your hair. He whispered while still close, "I don't think anything bad 'bout you, and I'll still be waiting for you if you want to be there."

You nodded, your eyes lost in his, feeling as if you could almost touch his skin without making physical contact. Your hand involuntarily touched the collar of his shirt, your palm pressing awkwardly against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath the coolness of his necklace. His fingers followed yours, resting on top of your hand with a pleasant size contrast. Your touch affected his body in ways you couldn't fully fathom, but he was better at concealing it. Your mind briefly entertained the idea of his lips brushing against yours, but this thought was soon supplanted by a lingering kiss to your forehead. Your chest met his as in an embrace, and it lasted long enough for you to feel his fingers below your knee, lifting your high socks until they were even with the other. It sent a great burn through your thigh and made you want to keep him close, but then he was stepping away. "I just want you to feel comfortable with me, pet." Your words once again choked in your throat. You wanted to hear him say he wanted you, but you refrained from vocalizing it, and you understood, but you still longed to hear it from him. Just as you wanted to shout that you felt good with him, despite being a novice in matters of the heart.

…

In your imagination, Professor Turner was someone who didn't shy away from the daylight, and you believed he was just that, even though it was amusing to picture a darker side to him that other students described. When you told your roommate that you wouldn't be back that day, and she suspected it might be related to him, you received a playful, "Take care, don't let him pull you to the dark side." It made you laugh and think about how some of your classmates had asked you to talk to Alex about his grading approach because they had noticed his fondness for you and were in desperate need of a miracle. You didn't think your intervention would change anything, but your curiosity would lead you to take the risk.

The air felt trapped in your lungs, and there was still an alert in your mind that being there was wrong. Students were gossips (your friend even more so), if he had someone, you would know, right?

"I thought you might be hungry," he gestured for you to enter. The same calm and gentleness that always characterized his demeanor toward you, as your roommate had reminded you over the phone just minutes ago. Your mouth quivered, and your hands turned cold as he looked at you. His expression was meticulous, as if trying to read every one of your signals. The sensation within you intensified as you adjusted your knee socks, and his attention followed you until he realized how his hands clenched around nothing. This time, it was you who laughed.

"I wish I could say you don't have to pay for things for me, but honestly, I wouldn't have had the money to come here," you explained, with more than a hint that you might be less financially stable than him. The age difference still nagged at your mind, but you had promised yourself to make the most of this situation. He had covered the Uber ride, just like last time, and now you felt guilty about him spending money on your meal, even though you found it adorable.

He was flushed, certainly not from embarrassment. "It's okay, I don't mind. I want you 'ere." It sounded so formal and yet so natural of him, it made you wonder if he did this often; seduce their own students. It was quite a torment for you to add to your worries, had he ever done that before? And why were you bothered by that? Why did you want to be the only one who had ever gone through this with him?

You only realized that you were standing there staring at him when you felt his hand lightly press your back and guide you to the living room. There were sheets and pillows on the wooden floor rug and the light was dim. He had thought about that and it made your cheeks hot, you were unable to contain a smile. Before sitting down, he took your bag off your shoulders and murmured, "Your thoughts are quite noisy, little one."

He sat next to you, his shoulders pressed against yours. Your legs stretched out and your uncontrollable fingers played with the hem of your socks. You kept your eyes on the orange colored juice and some bread, your belly emptying and your head becoming fuller. “I just,” you looked at him, his messy hair and tired look but still giving you all the appreciation. "I'm not used to it, I guess."

"I'm not sure if it helps you either, but, I'm not, I'm not in the habit of bringing students to my house. You're the first one." You smiled, the weight of your body joining him. Alex noticed you becoming more comfortable and brought his hand closer to yours, then you rested your palm in his; bringing your fingers over the veins and calluses on his fingertips. You bit your lip at the thought of him actually playing the guitars in his room. And then you felt heavy once again at the thought that you wouldn't be able to be present in the moment with him if you didn't know if he had someone else.

You were careful to pull your hands away from his, stealing a piece of bread and pouring yourself some juice. His gaze on you was unmistakable, hard to ignore. Even though you enjoyed it, you felt like you were caught doing something bad.

"You can talk to me," he said, nothing but reassuring. "The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable." And he didn't, it was in your head, and deep down you knew it.

As the orange, viscous liquid touched your lips, you noticed his flushed cheeks going harder, even though he remained confident. It was the same Mango and Passion Fruit blend you had at the campus bar. Your face lit up with a smile, and he wished it could always be like this. "This is almost an obsession." He laughed too, relieved that you didn't think he was crazy for it.

He had indeed asked in the following days what that drink was, and he had learned that you always ordered that, he was just trying to make you comfortable around him. Little did he know that it didn't take much. "I swear my intentions were for the best," he concluded to have succeeded as he held your gaze for a little longer, and then your head rested on his shoulder. Your arm was lazy at first but within minutes, it was around his waist, brushing the top of his pants and then pulling your body closer. You felt the scents mingling, and your head grew lighter. He kissed your forehead, and you closed your eyes, savoring the feeling. Silence was indeed a great friend of yours, something you both cherished.

"Do you have someone?" You weren't as confident as you'd like to be, though you thought the answer was no, you still feared the response. He held your chin close to his, so near that you could see the scar near his eye and the more expressive fine lines. A tear threatened to escape as he appeared puzzled. You didn't like letting him think that you thought ill of him, but you couldn't move forward without answers. "Please, say you don't." Your voice faltered.

He ran his fingers over your face, letting his forehead rest against yours. He definitely didn't like seeing you upset. "I don't have anyone romantically," he chuckled softly, finding it attractive how you nestled into his touch. Even though you were uncertain, you wanted to hear it from him first, and he found that so mature of you. He felt guilty for thinking of it that way, as a warning that this wasn't entirely right.

You nodded, your heavy gaze fixed on him, and yet he stayed with you. "But what 'bout the girl in the photo in your room and the double bed..." Your body tensed, your face pliable in his hands.

Alex felt the weight of it and wanted the words to sound painless for you. It wasn't your fault, and there was an easy explanation; it was a concrete and unchangeable situation, only painful. He held you close when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, with just the right amount of strength, and his chest ached as his own vision welled up. "I don't have her anymore, not anymore," and with that, you understood. His gaze and his voice, the tone of affection, you didn't feel jealous, and in a way, you understood.

Your response was to cradle his cheeks and kiss his face, not liking to see him sad gave you the courage you'd been seeking all along. His arms enveloped you, a subtle embrace, his nose brushing against your thin top, your bodies aligning inch by inch. It felt right, and it didn't seem so wrong anymore.

He chuckled against your neck, lacking much humor. "It's been a while, I'm not trying to replace her or anything." His hand traced his eyes, and you nodded in understanding. You didn't sense that from him. "It's okay, I just didn't expect that and got scared." You whispered, letting your nose touch his while his forehead sweet bangs tickled you. Soon, your fingers were lightly tugging at the nape of his neck, and he didn't avoid your gaze; he only seemed upset about worrying you. Your lips brushed his eyes, tasting the saltiness, making you feel compassionate.

Nevertheless, you let your lips touch his, soft and warm, drawing out a lingering sigh. His grip tightened around you, and with that, your hands went from entwining his collar to pulling him closer, as if you could make it better; you wanted to make him feel great.

He solemnly withdrew from you, keeping you close while planting kisses on your face as he did so. As he pulled back, you realized that your senses were more attuned to him than to yourself. You couldn't pinpoint at what moment during all this you ended up in his lap. You didn't feel bad about it, but you still felt like you should.

"I'm sorry," you began, but he didn't let you pull away from him. He didn't need to explain, but he did it anyway. "I stay 'ere to teach, not because of her. I loved her, and I probably still would, but I'm not bound to her in any way, or sustained by being in love with someone I won't see anymore. I just don't see myself forgetting her entirely after years as if nothing had happened, just as I don't want to make you think this distances me from you or makes you believe I'm trying to replace her with someone else." He was precise, his voice trembling like never before. The coherence as something he had planned to say before hurt you; he wanted to say it but avoided it, and you didn't blame him. "I just want you to know these things." Your response was to hug him, craving the ability to merge with his body. It was dramatic, but you wanted to take some of that weight off him. His broader back, along with the embrace, covered you entirely, and you could feel his breathing calming as your thighs and arms clung to him.

With your head feeling lighter, your face nestled deeper into his chest. Your nose brushed against his neck, his warmth matching yours. The roughness of his baby beard made you smile into nothing. You could swear you felt him shiver. He kissed your face, his lips finding every space from your mouth to your neck, and your jolly reaction was to pull him closer by his t-shirt's collar. Your body burned, in a comforting way, and before falling asleep with him enveloped in you, you thought about how you should have done more or even asked for more. You no longer felt hesitant towards him.

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Your eyes slowly opened, the lighting still cozy, just like the feeling of his chest. He held you tightly, his chin nestled on the top of your head, making you feel whole as one. As you shifted in his lap, you wanted to squeeze him, feel the flesh of his waist, and unbutton more of his shirt to accommodate your hand. You needed to take a deep breath, unable to avoid the initial sweat on your forehead. He let out a sigh, his fingers tracing your back and holding you as you bit your lip to hide a smile. His dark circles were more pronounced, his skin softer, although his eyes slightly puffy. You snuggled back into him, and he accommodated you, sealing the moment with more kisses.

"I'm sorry, Turner," the muffled laughter left you happy too, not that you weren't already. You ran your wrist over his mouth, he was still fixated on every part of you. In truth, you might not have known what you were doing, or you were just nervous. You didn't want to disappoint him.

"It's okay," he ran his fingers in circles on your waist. Your skirt crept up, and the position improved as he leaned against the wall. You could feel him better, every inch of him, and the thought that you were arousing him made you tense up a bit, even though it was good. He noticed and held your face, his lips touching where you had just tried to dry because you forgot you needed to breathe through your nose when kissing someone, "Hey, it's okay, lil' one. We don't have to do anything you don't want. I like you being with you."

You took his neck, your lips soft and moist, albeit timid against his skin, making him release adorable sounds that made you want more. This caused you to grip onto him, your hips moving closer to his, and you wished he would touch you, even if just for the mere thrill of feeling him.

"Please," you sighed, his face pressed against yours. Your fingers toyed with the closed buttons of his t-shirt as you shifted your gaze to your hands. Alex understood that you weren't entirely sure about what you were asking for, and this sweetly confirmed how much he considered you nothing but a good girl. It was evident that you wanted to be wonderful for him, and it was adorable to see in your eyes how you were eagerly waiting for him to lead the way in this dance of desire.

"I'm all yours, princess." He concluded with a mixture of pet names that both disconcerted and melted you into him. You took a deep breath as the pressure of his large hands adjusted your hips, your knees slightly burning, but you couldn't help but create the necessary friction to feel him better. You could indeed feel all of him, from the light fabric of his dress pants to the zipper, hitting you perfectly. "I know, little one, you're doing so great," he praised, mesmerized by how you lightly closed your eyes and then opened them to him, and he nodded in agreement, acknowledging your success. It was attractive to see you feeling secure and knowing how to make yourself feel good. With your hands still held against him, he intertwined his fingers with yours, allowing the remaining buttons to be undone, and then your palm found its place into his flesh.

He held you tighter, your body against his. "Don't move both together, use your legs or just grind against me, or you'll get tired quickly," he sounded precise, his deep and raspy voice filling you up. You obeyed. "That's my good girl," he said in a husky growl. This effectively worked to keep you going with him. His fingers gripped your nape, pulling your head to look at him, gazing down at your sleepy and pleading look. He clenched his jaw, sure that he could surrender for so little. His lips landed on your neck, his nose burying into your skin, so soon his teeth were pulling you into a light and pleasurable bite.

And then you were his, his hands working on you better than your legs were trying but failing to reach that level. Soon, he removed your top with the same gentleness and urgency with which he pulled you to him just to devour your breasts. His grip traveled to your waist, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin, encircling how hard they were and sucking them into his mouth as if it was genuinely pleasurable for him. The tip of his nose brushed against your skin, and he caused pain by nibbling on the flesh ready for him to take. You found yourself liking how every sound you made was heard by him, and he understood every nuance to repeat or intensify whatever he was doing to you.

You fit him well; being with him and having him wrapped around you made you feel confident. You had been embarrassed to be so spontaneous with someone before, but with him, it was different. His calm presence over you, the tranquility and affection, as well as the satisfaction in his eyes and touch when he saw you well, made you want more and more of him and to surrender yourself to him even more.

"You're so delicious," and he meant it. He squeezed you tightly, and you were worried you might have marks afterward. In a way, you liked it; you wanted to see him sprawled over you when it was all over.

And at all times he paid attention to your high socks, fixing them in the right place and smoothing them so they wouldn't move from where they were; keeping them pretty on yourself.

To soothe your whimper, he nestled his thumb against your clit, adjusting his movements until it felt like it was working for you. Alex was flushed, and you wanted to capture the look he was giving you. He didn't feel entirely guilty, but something weighed on him, as if he were corrupting you; the sensation wasn't bad at all. He pulled the flimsy fabric upwards, giving you more traction, lightly laughing at the pastel color and the central bow, knowing that it would haunt his mind for many days to come when he was feeling drowsy. It was magnificent, every detail of you, and he marveled at having your tired and prolonged sighs and teary eyes, just as he always thought they would be when your weak body collapsed onto his in such adorable spasms.

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Your body ached, but the electricity in you felt good. Your hands ran clumsily through the pleasurable haze. He placed his lips on your forehead, lingering there until your body melded to his like a magnet. "I need to go, but I don't mind if you stay 'ere, lil' one," he sounded even better after waking up, husky and lazy, yet strong. Gradually, you became aware of the fact that you were in his bed, wearing the button-up shirt that you admired on his body. You smelled like him. You remembered him covering you with it, draping your figure while he kissed your collarbone gently. You were so drowsy that you were so certain it had been a dream.

"Go where?" You asked absently, looking around. He pulled up your socks, your legs entwining with his beneath the sheets. He loved this, wanted to have you there forever. You slept so serenely, comforted by his touch, and he thought about leaving you there. But he remembered how scared you had been at the idea of him leaving without notice the night he took you from the bar. He didn't want to cause that in you again, especially knowing he wouldn't be there when you woke up. "I have to teach in the morning, but I'll be back in the afternoon. I don't mind if you stay 'ere if you want."

"And do you want me to stay?" Your lips quivered; you understood his careful approach to your desires, but you wanted to hear it from him without reservations.

"I want you to stay, very much. I still need to read your new work, and I want to hear more from you." Your smile widened, and your face met his neck. He stroked your hair, keeping you close. You had almost forgotten that you had tucked prints of your writings into your bag to leave with him, or to have him read while you waited for his shrewd criticisms. You didn't care as much anymore; you wanted to hear him. You wanted to hear everything he had to say about you, whatever it may be. This thought, combined with the reminder that he preferred printed works over email submissions, made you beam more against him. He pulled you close, looking at you curiously.

"Okay, I can stay here, old man. It's good that I can finish reading the book you gave me." His cheeks flushed, and he got up, making you laugh more and grumble in disapproval. Alex didn't make a fuss and went to the wardrobe, putting on a clean t-shirt and taking off the pants he had worn earlier. He was serene, and he didn't mind you watching, your calm eyes on him, unraveling with each visible patch of skin. You wanted to scream about how everything in you wished this could be your routine. When you looked around, the photo was no longer there, and it didn't seem strange. In fact, you didn't feel jealous of it. However, knowing that he had put it away in another place made you feel good. You thought you might ask him more about it soon; she was important to Alex, and you understood and respected that. You thought it was only fair for him to know you didn't think badly of it.

"Promise you won't be too harsh when reading my stuff?" The buttons were still opened when he turned to you, his eyebrow arched, and his chocolate-colored eyes sparkling.

"I'm not cruel," you huffed, making him suppress a sly smile. "At least not with you." Your cheeks burned. He went into the bathroom, leaving the door open as he grabbed his toothbrush. You followed, sitting beside him on the large sink, attentive to him.

"You know, they told me to ask you to go easier on the students, at least in my class. They all seem to think you're pretty tough," you mentioned.

He chuckled. You liked this, it was intimate and comfortable. His hair was messy, and his shirt was slightly wrinkled; he was perfect. He wiped his mouth and kept his brows tense, "I'm not; the world is just not as perfect as most of you believe, and not everyone is as good as you." He was such a cute old bastard. You arched your brows, mimicking the expression he often made, and he laughed, softening for you. "I won't harm anyone; I just think lower grades make you all work harder." He clarified, placing himself between your legs, and you soon enclosed him in your embrace.

"That's cruel and unfair, Professor Turner." He kissed your face, seeing that it bothered you more than you pretended it did. "You don't have to agree with me, pet."

"And I don't." You sounded more irritated, and he liked that. "It's not very fair."

He laughed, nodding. "Well, know that I'm not going to change." You shook your head but stayed there. You pulled him closer, buttoning up the shirt just as he did, and then folding the cuffs as you had noticed he liked to leave them. He enjoyed that with a great goofy smile.

Briefly, his mind wandered to how he didn't have another place besides there. He might have already renewed the campus contract and then planned for another season in Europe. But for the first time in a long time, he found himself questioning that decision. He could go to other places if he wanted; his qualifications allowed him to move beyond where he was. Basically, all it took was his own mind. So he thought about postponing the decision of whether to renew or not. Things might change.

"Turner, aren't you going to be late?" He snapped back to reality, kissing your lips before he actually heard everything you said. His fingers played with the elastic of your knee socks, tugging gently and then letting go, causing you to gasp in pain against his mouth. "It's funny how you want to punish your students but don't even care about arriving on time." You narrowed your eyes, trying to sound intimidating, but your breath gave you away quite well. "You look beautiful like this." He ignored the irony and felt your legs tighten around him. "In my shirt, princess," he whispered between lip nibbles, amused at how easy it was to leave you speechless. He lifted your hips from the sink, aligning your body better with his.

"I want to feel you, taste you on tongue, princess, is that okay?" His nose brushed your face, trying to soothe you as his hands roamed around you, feeling you tense with nervousness. He loved that. Your lips touched his, with wetter and more intense kisses, and you felt silly when you realized from the way he was smiling that he wasn't talking about that. You swallowed hard and nodded. "I just won't know what to do," you said, feeling dizzy as you held your breath. "Don't do anything," his hands comforted your body, and you leaned in so that he could remove the damp fabric from under his (yours) shirt. "Just relax, don't think 'bout it for now." You agreed, eagerly watching him kneel in front of you.

You did as he said, settling in more comfortably and following his eyes as he spread your legs, playing slowly with your socks before slipping your legs over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thigh, his nose diving into the area, and then his teeth nibbled the skin as you gasped. He chuckled with delight. "Are you going to teach me how to make you feel good too, Mr. Turner?" He couldn't resist your sweet voice. He nodded, giving a kiss to your center, your flesh glistening in anticipation. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, princess." And then that new, wet, and firm sensation invaded you, your eyes closed, your lips parted in a brief, silent sigh. Your breasts were highlighted in the white t-shirt, so hard that they were attractive to Alex's gaze from time to time.

Your fingers clutched his dark hair, while his eyes remained closed right after taking a great look at you, and he released such a beautiful prolonged, satisfied groan. The taste made him a little dizzy, but he loved every second of it. "You're divine, did you know that?" You couldn't respond anymore; his nose caressed you, and his fingertips marked your delicate skin. He liked the time he was taking; it was nothing more than his tongue, and he relished the sensation of exploring you slowly. You also liked it, and that was enough for him. He could feel his chin wet and his breath falter, but he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. "Don't stop, please." And all you heard was the hum of his confident laughter against you, along with the recent texture of the beard growing, while you only thought about making it easier for him as you spread yourself further and fully surrendered to him. You just knew you would feel the same way tasting him on your lips and tongue.

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[cristrange13]

know it's for the better

pairing: Loki x fem!reader.

notes: hi there, first of all, I wrote this just because i don't know, so please don't expect too much from it. it's a really short thing because again I didn't even intend to post it. also english is not my first language. contains angst. hope it's not too out of character. I think that's all thank yooou

"I don't want to feel this," Loki growled softly. "I don't want this feeling that I'm feeling in my heart right now. Yet, I can't seem to run from it like I have everything else."

You had never seen the god of mischief so vulnerable.

Never in his life had he ever admitted these things so openly, so candidly to anyone.

It was the most vulnerable you had seen him, and so you felt strangely honored that he trusted you enough to be this openly vulnerable and honest, despite everything.

"I hate how you make me feel this way. I hate how much you make me feel in general. It's... it's infuriating to me."

"I'm... sorry for infuriating you." You murmured against his shoulder after some moments of silence, not sure what you should say. "These feelings. They're new to me too, you know. We can figure it out together. I'll be on your side, yes?"

He groaned in response. You could practically hear every battle being waged in his subconscious, between his feelings and his heart. He wanted things to be that simple, like in your sweet and innocent mortal mind, but was he even allowed to feel like this for a human? Did he even deserve such affection from you, when he had spent so long manipulating and playing with those around him?

No.

You could practically feel his internal guilt and self-hatred.

You don't deserve this. You never did.

He didn't bring these feelings out in words, however.

"It's overwhelming." he said instead. "Feeling like my heart is going to explode at any moment from so much affection for you... it's humiliating." He rolled his eyes in a ghost of laughter, nuzzling his nose against your neck to tease you. "You're like a damn plague, midgardian."

"And this plague is slowly taking over you." you murmured, trying to play along the little joke to lighten the mood; you chuckled softly, looking up to him at that point. "Your heart will explode soon..."

He had to admit, he would not mind that happening. In fact, he would prefer it. You made him feel so many emotions, so many that he hadn't felt before. Emotions that he wasn't sure if he ever belonged him.

"By the gods, you're an infuriating woman," he muttered, grinning down at you. "I'm a god. Why do I have to fall for a stubborn mortal like a pathetic weakling?" his expression was playfull now, but his thoughts were still clouded.

He just wished he could escape these feelings, but he was too far gone; these feelings had already taken root into his heart, making his feel something he had never felt before.

Fear. Fear as his heart fluttered in his chest and his blood raced.

A fear he couldn't even describe to himself. An uncertainty that this was all going to end when you finally realized who he really was, and what would come would hurt him in a way that he wasn’t sure if he could bear.

Or - much, much - worse, a fear that he would hurt you, just like he did to everyone else who dared to love or trust him in the past. No, this he could never allow to happen; he would never forgive himself. He couldn't.

"Because," you heard him murmur before you could say anything, the edge on his tone suddenly softening. “You're special. Your smile alone can drive a man mad. I just want to kiss your mouth again, pull your hair again, feel you against me. Feel you in my bed once more..."

And then you kissed him. Your lips met his softly, and the way that they parted made you feel so wanted in this moment. His lips parted more and more to allow more space between them. He pulled you closer to him, one hand caressing your cheek and holding your face as the other held your body against his.

At that moment, your heart filled with so much joy that you thought it would burst out of your chest, because you knew he had finally made his decision; It was only when during the kiss he touched your temples with his fingertips and you felt the magic flow through your body that you knew for one last moment before falling into a deep sleep that his insecurities had won. When you woke up the next morning, there would be no trace of the most intense love you had ever felt in your life; With a sad smile, the prince of lies looked at your sleeping body on the bed one last time before leaving your life, never to return.

"Know it's for the better."

[studentbyday]

30 days of intentionality

starting this challenge with the goal of taking it one day at a time. i have a hard time doing that these days. i spend more time ruminating on the past or worrying about the future than staying in the present, even if that's when i'm most content. not sure how i'll format my posts and most likely, i'll only do weekly updates bc daily ones are too overwhelming. i'll just go with the flow, trying to trust that everything will end up as it's meant to be and maybe i'll be more productive as focusing primarily on the present moment becomes a habit.

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1. suo gân (arr. john williams for the ambrosian junior choir): i believe that if everyone lived by the idea of global citizenship and so saw the humanity in every individual from every background, there would be no war. reading the news fills me with fear, sorrow, and anxiety, but i also feel the responsibility to stay informed. did some studying today, more than yesterday, but it was kind of uncomfortable with the state of global politics lurking in the back of my mind. i'm still a little behind on school.

2. souvenir de paganini (chopin): today is not so bad. i'm making progress academically, but i do need to make time for social activities soon or i will get lonely and lose what little motivation i have very quickly.

3. once upon a december (arr. emile pandolfi): sometimes in the face of events and issues much bigger than myself that i have no control over, i feel like my dreams are pointless bc i think there's no way achieving them or trying to achieve them could possibly empower me to make real and important change that can truly benefit many. who knows if the future would even allow me to get that far. there are many things that could change the course of our lives that we don't have control over. but if others in worse situations than me and others much better informed than me can still have hope, then so can i. i didn't do much other than pharmacology and a little bit of philosophy today. i made more progress in pharmacology than expected, but that's only bc i didn't do any psych work. i also earned a few more mastery points on khan academy's integrated math 1 (not a priority, i know, but i wanted an easy win) and started lab tasks. i'm far from done with that, i need to do a little every day... i don't want to let them down! 🥺 (note to self: lying in bed is maybe NOT a good study break activity bc that just makes me not wanna do anything else after that and it's very very very hard to get out of that procrastination rut once i let myself fall into it.) 4. let's stay together (al green): everything should be going well, except i'm easily overwhelmed, and this time, it wasn't in an openly frazzled way, it was in a tired and slightly defeated "what's the point?" way, so i didn't realize it as quickly as i usually do. after some bed rest, cuddles 🧸, listening to steve jobs' commencement speech, and a little yoga, i felt better. "You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future." was something i didn't know i needed to hear today. i modified my to-do list and found that the list of things i "must do" was nearly as long as the list of things i "want to do" 😅

5. kreutzer sonata, movt. 1 (beethoven): pretty sure i've mentioned some of these songs before but...they really fit the mood! sometimes i feel things so strongly that i develop a tightening in my chest that can only be relieved in a scream... since i can't actually scream and i don't actually really like the physical feeling of it, i scream through exercise and music 😅 beethoven is very nice for when i'm feeling very annoyed or angry, especially if it's an anxious kind of angry or if it's anger at injustice/inequality. i can't find a piano solo version that does the fiery spirit of the violin justice. so in the vague future when i actually play this, either i try (and perhaps fail) to replicate that on the piano, or i find a violinist friend who would want to play with me 😅 right now though, imagining how i would physically create that sound on the piano will have to be enough. the prevailing thought/feeling of the day: sometimes i just really wanna believe in the good in people and believe that i can trust (some of) them. i long for that feeling of safety in a broader irl community that i actually belong in. i'm surprised by how often i long for it. but then my negativity is reinforced by news and people's opinions on it.

6. violin sonata no. 1 in g minor, bwv 1001 (j.s. bach): stuff was done. i felt calm/chill throughout the day, but even tho i feel good whenever that happens, it usually means i don't get an extraordinary amount of things done that day (lol since when do i ever). i'm not sure if it's enough, as there is still lots to do and i'm pretty sure that it's just wishful thinking that i'll achieve all my goals for this week by its end. i need to cut down my goals list to the realistic rather than idealistic version as always (school, lab, and basic self-maintenance tasks) 😅 gaawwwdd i hope i can do this...good night.

7. waltz in a minor, b. 150 (chopin): today and yesterday i have been able to keep my phone time under an hour. the days are blissful (if not at least calmer) and focused. 📚

8. only mine (laufey): cuddles in bed while listening to laufey is so soothing 🧸 takes me back to my childhood listening to lullabies in the dark 🥺 motivation to study is hard to find today. i just want to relax 🥺 i'll just do one tiny thing and see where i wanna go from there...

[greenlotusleaf]

@widenmyhips

Hi Poppy, this one's for you. Hope it's mean enough :)

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Kurt clicked through spreadsheets and diagrams, triple-checking things he already knew were correct. He shifted in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position where he could reach both keyboard and mouse, and could see the screen, but where his belly wasn't crushing his lungs or bladder or whatever other parts were crammed into his abdomen. These days, he felt about 85% belly, 15% miscellaneous..

The sound of the front door interrupted Kurt's grousing. "Naomi? Is that you?" He heaved his body down from the bed to go check.

It was, indeed, Naomi. She set her bags down in the kitchen and breezed into the house with a lightness that made Kurt envious. "I left work early! I wanted to bring you lunch." She kissed him on the forehead, then appraised him at arms' length. "How's my little prince feeling? And aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

Kurt pushed away, huffily. "Not so little, as you're perfectly aware. And I've been in bed all morning. AND I've already had lunch. It's nearly two PM." He watched Naomi watching him, her poker face at full strength. But hunger overpowered irritation, and he flicked his eyes to the takeout bag. "...What did you bring me?"

"Cobb salad," she offered. "From Diane's Barbecue. I know you've been so hungry, lately." It was a sweet gesture, and Kurt knew defeat when it came calling. He waddled to the counter and began to unpack the bag.

Soon, he was pouring creamy jalapeño dressing over a vast salad, and Naomi was gliding over beside him to rub his back. "So, how was your day, handsome?"

Kurt surprised them both by bursting into tears.

"Completely terrible! Installation started on the Omaha job today, and I'm stuck here, instead of being there to run it."

"Aww, sweetie," Naomi soothed. "That's awful! I'm sorry, I didn't realize that was today."

"They're sending Alan instead," Kurt grumbled, hoisting a bacon-and-brisket-heavy forkful. "This fucking sucks so bad."

"Alan? Seriously?? But you've been designing Omaha for months, and Alan's a dipshit!"

"But Alan, and this is really crucial, isn't too fat to do the installation!" Kurt smoothed his shirt taut over his body, and Naomi took the dare, openly looking at her husband's new enormity. His belly, spherical and huge, pulled little gaps between the buttons of his shirt and tented the garment out in front of him like a pornographically short dress. His hips had grown so wide that only maternity sweats had any prayer of containing them, and they stretched obscenely over his wobbling ass. Kurt had softened up generally, his body padded out by unexpected new softness in every direction.

"Oh, babe," Naomi swept forward to embrace him. "You're not fat, you're just pregnant! Wonderfully, gorgeously, handsomely pregnant with our little miracles!"

"Don't lie to me," he shuddered into her embrace. "It's both, I know I'm both, so pregnant and so fucking fat! It's not fair! Your babies are making me huge, I'm hungry literally all the time, and I still have two months to go! And I--" He stopped himself short and shoved away. "Are you seriously getting a fucking erection right now?"

There wasn't any point in trying to hide it, so she didn't. "Am I not allowed to admire my handiwork, now? Is that the new rule?"

He sputtered, not finding words, so she stepped forward, her dick visibly hard now, in outline against her slacks. "Yes. I like your body like this. I like you swollen, so ripe for me. You *know* I do." She advanced on him again. "And *I* know... that *you* like it too."

"Fuck you."

But his heart wasn't in it, and when she put her hand on his cheek, he didn't turn away. "Didn't you ask for this? Didn't you climb up on top of me and beg me..." --she put her other hand on the vast, tight curve of his belly-- "...for this?"

"Yes, but...."

She was slowly rubbing his belly, now. Winding him up. "Go on."

"But it was only a fantasy!" he whined. "And I didn't actually think you could do it. But then you fucking pumped me full of triplets, and now I feel ready to explode!"

Naomi rested her hand on his thickened waist, just above the hip, and squeezed. "Sounds like you underestimated me, and you got what you deserved." She was pulling him forward, grinding her cock into his swollen belly through their clothes.

Kurt, without words, could only whimper. So Naomi went on: "Is this the same husband who pushed his little stomach out to tease me, and told me to imagine how big he could get? Well, I don't have to imagine anymore, fat boy, so where's that teasing energy now? Whatever happened to 'just wait until I'm too big to fuck, and all I can do is worship this cock'? You sounded like you were looking forward to it."

In spite of himself, Kurt felt himself heating up. She was right, she knew him too thoroughly, knew how to push all his buttons, leaving him a mewling mess. Part of him hated how easily she could manipulate him like this, but a much bigger part of him leaned in, pursuing the feeling she was inciting. He pressed his head against her chest, feeling his pussy throb.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Naomi consoled. "I know it's been a rough day. Let's go to the bed, and I'll make you feel better, huh?"

"Okay," Kurt conceded. "I think I really need that today."

"Of course, my love," she whispered, kissing his ear. "Can you still even reach your dick?"

He flushed even redder, flooded with a potent mix of lust and shame. "Shut the fuck up."

She pushed him gently down onto the edge of the bed and kissed him silent, her hands undoing his shirt buttons one by one. "Make me? ...But I doubt you can do that either, really...." With his shirt fully opened, she caressed the huge, swollen dome of his belly, tracing the angry red stretchmarks, brushing up against his protruding belly button. She pushed him back, until he was fully laying down, his legs off the bed, his belly towering over him. "Lately it seems like *I'm* the one making *you* do things."

Kurt squirmed on the bed, trying to push his sweatpants down over his broadened hips. Naomi watched him struggle a moment before helping, grasping his waistband while he lifted his enormous ass off the bed, allowing her to disrobe him.

He panted, naked, on the bed, feeling the cool air on his skin, feeling his wife's hungry gaze. He was insatiable; he was desperate to be taken, devoured, used.

"Like grow?" he asked, affecting innocence. "Like grow a big, round, heavy belly for you?" He put his hands on his stomach, emphasizing its size. Craning his neck to see past his baby bump, he watched Naomi slip out of her blouse, her tiny tits making the spectacle of his bloated body seem even more vast. "Or like the way you've made me waddle, and squeeze through doorways, and overflow chairs, while you get to be the-- hhmmfff --graceful, skinny bitch on my arm?"

She was standing nude between his thighs now, resting her erection against his labia, making him gasp. "Or like the way you've made me outgrow all my clothes?" She leaned forward on tiptoe, dragging her breasts lightly over his swollen bump, teasing his lips with the motion of her cock, too outside. "That's just a plot to get you to spend more time naked," she smiled, fingers skipping playfully across his plump chest. Tall as she was, she couldn't reach any closer to his jaw from this angle. Not past that gigantic gut.

"What about the way you're making me eat and eat, eat constantly, ravenously, eat myself huge," he gasped, "just to keep your babies comfortable? Do you even know," he dropped his voice low, conspiratorially, grinding against her cock and trying to get it inside him, "how much heavier I am now than when you knocked me up? *Eighty pounds.* You put *eighty pounds* on me, with your cum and all this takeout. And... I think that turns you on. You fucking pervert."

"Of course that turns me on," Naomi stood and kissed the top of his belly. "How could it not? You're built like a fertility god! But I happen to know," she began, slowly kneeling, kissing her was down the curve of his vastness, "that you're equally a pervert, because you get off on this just as much as I do, or maybe more. I haven't done a single thing you haven't asked for."

"But you knocked me up with triplets!" He squirmed as she made her way down between his fattened thighs, to his molten core. "You made me a w-- w-- whale!"

"You were begging for it, sweet boy. As I see it," she took a cruel break from licking to drive the stake into his heart, "the main difference right now between you and Alan-- currently not on bedrest and too fat to install robots-- is that *Alan* didn't spread his slutty little legs and beg for his womb to be flooded until he was as big as a house. Now, refresh my memory... who *did* do that?"

He waited, in agony, but she had more patience. He desperately needed her to continue eating him out, to get him off. The confession built up like pressure in a volcano, until it burst forth from his lips: "...I did! I wanted your cock and your baby inside me! I wanted to get heavy and round for you! And I am! I am!"

He knotted his fingers in the sheets as she resumed taking care of him, feeling helpless and huge. He imagined he could feel himself growing under her lustful attention. He wondered how big he would be in two more months, and how ravenous that would make his wife.

"Please," he gasped. "Let me cum. I can't-- I'm too big to do it myself."

She pushed him over the edge into climax, and he came.

When the shaking subsided, Kurt opened his eyes to see Naomi standing, smiling down at him over his belly. He thought back to what he said and imagined in the heat of the moment and burned with embarrassment, but she just caressed his enormous girth, gently asking if he was comfortable, satisfied, happy. He felt her hardness brush against his inner thigh, and a shiver surged through him.

"I love you," she said, and he basked in the glow of her voice. "And I love the way you look right now."

"Even though I'm too big," he protested softly?

Her hands moved, grabbing his hips roughly. "Listen to me. This sexy, wonderful body belongs to me now, husband mine. Every inch of it, every pound, all belongs to me. So if you're overstuffed, if you're feeling heavy and bloated and wide," her cock pressed against his entrance, punctuating her words, "that's because I'm making you that way. On purpose. Because you're mine and that's how I want you.

"Now spread for me and take this cock like a good little prince, and remind me how you ended up so big to begin with."

With a slow effort, Kurt spread his thighs a little wider, as his wife demanded. Why did this kind of talk turn him on so much? She was pushing him around in every way-- pushing him to grow bigger and bigger, pushing him down onto the bed-- and now she was pushing into him, parting his slick folds with her hardness. He felt like a detached observer, a hovering presence in the room, watching himself from a distance. He watched the fat man on the bed squirm, pinned beneath a ripening belly, his whole body wobbling as his tall, trim wife fucked her pleasure out of him. He was spellbound, watching her beautiful, slender body move within him, so much more compact now than his heavy bulk. She was the reason for this contrast, the reason he had blown up like this-- she and the same greedy, frenzied rutting she was repeating now.

He saw himself placing his hands on his huge belly and bucking his hips, heard himself moan and curse and plead. And then her voice brought him back to himself.

"Next time, I'm going to *really* knock you up," she growled, still pounding him. "Eighty pounds will be nothing. We'll fill you full of fertility supplements, make sure you're ovulating more than anybody ever has... and then, I'll...."

"You're going to make me burst!" he cried out. "You're going to make me too full, I'll tear in half, I'll explode, I'll, I'll split like a ripe fruit, you can't!"

She leaned in over his belly, hands caressing him while her cock thrust away within him like a promise. "My big, strong man can take it," she crooned. "And I know you too well: by the time we'll need to start the drugs, you'll be begging for it. Because... because that's why fertility gods get worshipped."

She fell silent, drawing near to her own climax, and he waited. Waited for her load, waited to grow even larger, waited for birth and recovery and all that comes after, and he imagined a future of pills and injections, a womb like a fuse ready to light, Naomi's hungry smiles and teasing caresses as she waits for the right moment to deliver on her threats. He imagined her cock, beautiful, terrifying, poised to set off an unstoppable change, imagined himself impossibly heavy, scared, sexy, out-of-control, growing without end.

"Please," Kurt gasped. "I want you to make me...."

Then he trembled, and cried out, and came.

[silvanusx]

⠂⩇⩇1 ᱺ Hajun Yeon with an amab!reader who cares about him

━━━ Summary﹕Platonic headcanon with amab!reader and Hajun, brief mention of the bad habit of eating little. Amab!reader is also part of BAE after Anne, mention of Allen and Anne.

━━ Note﹕I love Hajun, I just want to adore him and destroy him... anyway

Before you arrived, he was practically the unofficial chef of the house, preparing meals for those two idiots (Allen and Anne). Aware that, without him, these two fools would sustain themselves on fast food.

Despite his hectic schedule as a model, diligent student, and athlete, he lost himself in taking care of those two fools, forgetting even his own basic needs. Breakfast and lunch were luxuries he rarely allowed himself.

But that was before, before you arrived.

Hajun entered, freeing himself from the early morning sweat. Although the tempting aroma of the kitchen caught his attention, he kicked off his sneakers and walked barefoot into the main living area and kitchen.

He found you there, with your back turned, engrossed in the task of stirring something in the pan. The enticing aroma led him to believe that something more elaborate was underway, but he soon discovered it was just a simple scrambled egg.

"Morning." greeted Hajun, approaching calmly as he let out a sigh. You briefly turned your head to acknowledge his presence before focusing again on preparing the food.

"Good morning, Hajun. After your shower, could you wake up those two?" Your voice resonated naturally as you handled the sausages in another pan, cutting them almost in half.

Hajun remained silent, perhaps relieved at the prospect of not having to take charge of the kitchen. He resigned silently and headed towards his room, strangely obeying your orders.

Before, his main concern was feeding those two "idiots"; the only time he ate during the day was at dinner with Allen and Anne.

Hajun started to notice that throughout the day, you appeared with plates of fruit or snacks specifically prepared for him, proving to be observant enough to notice his habit of eating sparingly.

At first, Hajun would reject it, perhaps to maintain appearances, but you didn't insist either. You simply left the plate near him or within sight, blending it into his surroundings. Initially, he avoided touching what you prepared, unless Allen or Anne approached and tried to grab a part of the snack that you had exclusively set aside for him.

"This is mine." declared Hajun with a smile, taking the plate of chopped fruit with frozen chocolate from Allen's hand.

"Don't be mean, invite me!" Insisted Allen, leaning in to grab one. However, Hajun gave him a shove, causing him to fall to the ground and receiving a displeased look from Allen.

Hajun finally picked up a strawberry and placed it in his mouth, savoring the cold and gently sweet texture of the chocolate coating.

"You have hands; you have everything to do it... prepare one yourself." He said simply. He settled comfortably with crossed legs, continuing his meal in front of a disdainful Allen. Hajun only grinned, openly mocking Allen.

As the days passed, instead of rejecting them, Hajun simply nodded. He didn't accept directly, feigning indifference toward the snack you prepared for him. When you left, he started to eat, not because he enjoyed that treatment, of course not. He just did it so that the food you specifically prepared for him wouldn't go to waste.

Days slipped into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The routine solidified: whenever Hajun skipped a meal, you appeared with a snack or even more. He, being kind enough, accepted them. However, don't get your hopes up thinking he accepted your snacks willingly; he did it out of pity.

Almost without realizing it, Hajun began to eagerly anticipate your snacks. What bothered him the most was that Allen and Anne, upon noticing this, started asking you for snacks, desiring the same exclusive treatment that you gave him.

He wasn't upset, could he be upset just because you were kind enough to do the same for those two idiots by giving them snacks? It's absurd to think that his displeasure had anything to do exclusively with the snacks that were once only for him.

One weekend, for the first time, you forgot to prepare a snack for Hajun.

If he didn't have breakfast, by 10, he would usually have his regular snack. Having forgotten to eat breakfast, he considered his other option: that you would arrive and provide his usual snack.

But that never happened.

Around 11, Hajun began to suspect that something was wrong. He left his room and found you asleep on the couch, lying on your side with a relaxed expression.

For some reason, Hajun held his breath for a moment. The fact that you had unconsciously accustomed him to those little snacks, and today he didn't have one, created a strange sense of anxiety.

Although his heart softened upon realizing that nothing serious had happened, only that you had fallen asleep, for a moment, he wondered if maybe... you had grown tired of preparing those snacks, of giving him that special treatment.

Hajun felt reassured by sensing your genuine concern, even if he never expressed it directly. However, when you didn't do it today, he simply thought that, in the end, you might have found it... unnecessary to do it for him.

[fermeldahyde]

You know what time it is... Carlvard headcanon time!!

I had to do Carlvard next, they're taking over my brain. Living rent free in my mind (ignore the fact it took long to post this I forgor).

They met at college because they were in the same class. Carl was intrigued by Harvard in a sense. One day he saw him in the hallway and started staring unknowingly. Harvard noticed this and called him out. Carl got incredibly flustered, especially with Harvard's intimidating stare. However, as soon as Harvard saw him, he realized Carl wasn't a threat.

They eventually became study mates, going to cafes together and visiting each other's dorms.

They rented an apartment together after college cause Broadstone be expensive as hell (just like NYC irl frfr).

Carl developed feelings first while Harvard developed them later.

Carl calls Harvard "Harvey" as a nickname (only Carl is allowed to call her that, if anyone else does, she will glare at you).

Harvard will call Carl pet names in Spanish and Italian like "bonito" and "bello."

The matching pendants are actually friendship charms Carl bought for them in college! As their relationship develops, it becomes more like wedding rings lmao.

Carl worries about Harvard a lot and is afraid that she'll let her truama consume her.

Harvard also worries about Carl and his lack of self-confidence, he's just bad at expressing it openly.

Surprisingly Harvard likes being the little spoon while cuddling.

Harvard's love language is physical affection (giving) and acts of service (both giving and receiving). Carl's is also physical affection (giving) and words of affirmation (receiving).

Harvard is extremely touch starved while Carl is the most cuddly person ever.

Sometimes Carl will do Harvard's makeup if Harvard feels too tired to do it. He also fixes her hair sometimes.

Harvard's first relationship was with Carl while Carl has dated other people in the past.

When grocery shopping, sometimes Harvard would wordlessly put a six pack of beer into the shopping cart and Carl would have to pay with his ID (for context, the drinking age in America is 21, so Carl can legally drink, but not Harvard lol).

Speaking of alcohol, Harvard would get very touchy when drunk and be a lot more emotionally vulnerable. Carl tries not to get too drunk that often because when he does he gets wired asf and does stupid shit.

Carl would sometimes make Harvard breakfast in bed to practice his culinary skills (when they actually have the time off to sleep in late.)

Carl often comforts Harvard after nightmares. Harvard tried to play it off at first, but Carl wasn't having it cause empath brain sensed something was wrong.

Harvard likes when Carl scratches behind his ear and pets his hair (like a cat!)

They compliment each other's flaws. Harvard reminds Carl to have more confidence while Carl reminds Harvard that it's ok to be vulnerable about your feelings.

They didn't really have a confession per say. Their relationship just kinda slow burned into romantic one.

They didn't really confirm they were dating until after their first kiss.

Carl: "Does this mean we're dating now?"

Harvard: "Carl, I think we've been dating."

Due to Carl's jealousy issues, he would sometimes get a little possessive— NOT TO A TOXIC DEGREE THOUGH!!! If he senses someone trying to flirt with Harvard he'd come by quickly and interrupt join the conversation or subtly grab Harvard by the waist and pull him closer while side-eyeing the other person. Harvard never says anything about it though because he kinda likes it.

Harvard would sometimes jokingly call Carl his "sugar daddy" cause he's rich. Carl hates when he does this (I only now just had this headcanon cause of fanfiction. Thanks fanfiction!!👍)

That's it's for now! Again, sorry this took a while to post, I can't remember shit for the life of me lol. If I remember I might do Zhang or Manimani headcanons next.

[xreader001]

💡 story idea

Enemies to friends with benefits to lovers

A litte hurt but super fluffy

Sex, p in v

Bad writing

Enjoy

You couldn't stand billy hargrove what a jerk He was full of himself and you hated that he actually was pretty hot

He thought you were hot but the way you acted like you weren't attracted to him pissed him off he was obviously the sexiest human this cow town had ever seen

You and billy had been paired for an assignment and agreed to study at your house

Your parents told you he was only allowed to come over when an adult was home

One day your mom and dad were both going to be out for most of the day and you forgot to cancel with billy

You were dressed to meet your friends at the mall in a skirt and tank so when billy was at the door you instantly felt annoyed

Yn : I cant study with you today hargrove

Billy : Too bad YLn im here

Yn : My parents arent home

And im meeting friends at the mall

His eyebrows raised a bit at what you said and he smirked then he casually said hed tell the teacher you werent contributing to the project

as you thought about this he added something about you being to young to have some onever without a babysitter which pissrd you off so you said he had one hour to work on the project

the two of you were arguing over something stupid both getting heated up and suddenly he grabbed your arms and started pushing you backward making eye contact the whole time

you stumbled backward his grip kept you from falling

Until you were pressed against the bedroom wall

And then he pressed his lips to yours quick and hard your mouth opened and you were kissinghim back as your heart was jack hammering against your ribs

You didn't realize how horny you were until his lips met yours

He was an asshole completely full of himself but dammit if he wasn't the hottest boy you'd ever known and he pushed all you buttons

Your hands were tangled in and pulling his curly hair

his hands moved down to your hips squeezing he grinded into you and you pushed back

Soon you were both naked fucking hard doggy style on your bed

Billy : I knew you wanted to fuck me your pussy is so wet for me YN

Looking over you shoulder

Yn : your so full of your self hargrove

Billy : no baby your the one who's full of me

He said as he pushed his full member into your cervix making moan

Yn FUCK

You screamed as you climaxed he pulled you hair fucking you hard until you finish then he came all ove you back You showered together and for the first time it was like you were both good friends

It seemed weird to act friendly at school you didn't want people knowing what happened so at first you both ignored each other at school when possible after you both presented your project to the class you began openly being cordial and then you could retain the growing friendship

You two had become fuck buddies but when the opportunity to date rolled around you both openly saw other people but didn't tell them about your secret fling

You begin to realize your falling for billy you've stopped seeing other guys but he's still seeing other girls

You want to tell him how you feel there were a few time you tried and failed either You got interrupted or he throught you were kidding around and you chickened out blaming along

Billy was starting to realize he loved you he was just seeing other girls because he didn't think you felt that way and he was scared of his feelings

One day you were on your way to meet billy at the mall

One of the girls billy was seeing bumped into him and they started talking she wanted him to go with her

Billy said he was busy

And she implied he was hooking up with you over her

He tried to deny it just as you were turning the corner you saw them Your heat sank when you saw him put his arms around her waist

Billy : come on babe its not like that yn is just a friend she like one of the guys

The pain you heart was accute you turned tears in your eyes and ran from the mall you cried that whole weekend and ignored Billy's calls at school you just told him sorry for not showing that you'd left town for family emergency your aunt wasn't well

And then did your best to avoid him

He knew you were lying and you wondered how you were going get him leave you alone wit out revealing how you felt

Billy was confused and angry why were you lying to him and why were you avoiding him

He began harassing you and your friends

There was one person you were really close with and you told him or her about your relationship and feelings for billy

Your friend under intimidation confessed to billy about your feelings for him and that you over heard what he said about you to another girl he liked

Billy smiled his beautiful smile when he heard you loved him and then it wascgone in seconds when he realized he'd hurt you and possibly lost you before he'd even got the chance to call you his

He knew he had to make it up to you

Big romantic gesture

Billy cam to school early and put a dozen red roses in your locker with a note that said be at te bike racks after school waitvfor everyone else to go home

When you got the flowers you were shocked the note wasn't sign and you were burning with curiosity

You almost hadn't noticed billy hadn't come to school

First you worried that Neil hurt him but your anger bit back he was probly with some bimbo

You waited around after school until everyone left

You weren't expecting billy to pull up in his camero

Billy get in

Yn I'm busy I'm meeting someone here

Billy I know

Yn ...

Billy did you like the flowers

Yn your the one who left the flowers

Why?

Billy get in the fucking car

You get in

Billy turns up the rock music and speeds off not nearly as fast as he would go if you weren't in the cat

You don't say anything while he drives your mind in busy trying to figure out what he is upto he must be trying to make up with you

You got a sour feeling in your stomach knowing you couldn't just be friends or fwb watching him hook up with other girls

You knew you'd have to expose your secret feelings so hebwould understand why you couldn't be around him

When the car suddenly stopped you looked around this spot was were you hooked up so many times no on else knew about it

Your heart ached thinking he just wanted to fuck

Yn : look billy...

Billy : yn shut up and listen

I was a dumb ass for a long time i should have seen it before and i should have said something sooner.

You were confused.

Billy : I was scared see that know one could really care about me

Your eyes widened with his words

I couldn't see how you felt about me and I did want to admit how I felt about you because I didn't think I could have anything good but that doesn't matter anymore I didn't mean what I said at the mall

You reacted sitting up straight how did he know!

Billy : calm down, your friend told me you were there and heard what I said

I waso just being stupid scared to admitt it then but now I'm only scared of loosing you..

I love you yn

You let out the breath you been holding in

Yn : I love you

You both kissed for a long time holding onto each other

Then you made love in his car in your spot

After that you were officially dating ❤️

[13eyond13]

Do you think anything could have fixed Light? Or set him to a fulfiling life that didnt involve murder lol?

Hahaha... I mean, I'm of the opinion that Light was a normal enough guy before he picked up the notebook, personally. I don't think manga!Light was inherently evil, nor severely mentally unstable, nor about to snap and commit an atrocity of some other sort right before he picked up the Death Note. I think he had fairly normal teenage troubles and thoughts and dreams and experiences up until that point in his life. There was definitely a bit of a perfect storm cocktail of things going on in his life that made him launch himself down that road after realizing he'd murdered two people for real... his boredom, arrogance, perfectionism, idealism, naivety, fear of being caught or wrong or seen as a bad person, the pressure to continuously succeed and impress, etc... All of that meant that he genuinely thought that trying to rid the world of evil by killing off "the baddies" was a good and plausible solution to things, no matter how insane it might seem to somebody from another POV.

I think I have this perspective on him because I had a bit of a similar upbringing to Light myself (I grew up on a pretty homogeneous and isolated and safe little island in a pretty conservative traditional family with a similar kind of community-oriented hardworking parents, was sent to a strict private school with a heavy focus on academics and teaching us questionable black-and-white morality and values that weren't allowed to be openly questioned, was overprotected and always watched closely by the adults around me, became secretive about any little thing that might not fit the idealized image of me that I knew they probably expected... I literally did the same bookshelf trick as he did to hide a couple of sleazy novels from my parents before I ever saw the anime, lol). And I still remember how Light's plan didn't seem quite so instantly insane and horrifying to me when I first watched it around that age, unfortunately. 😅 I definitely had a similarly cartoonish idea of what made somebody a "bad person" versus a good person due to the way I had been raised back then, which didn't really shift for me until I was finally allowed to venture out into the world a little more and meet a few different kinds of people from other backgrounds and worldviews and places than the narrow scope of ones I'd only been exposed thusfar. When you're used to constantly being the top of the class and told that you're smart for your age, and you haven't really been able to consider many alternative worldviews or perspectives or to talk to and compare yourself to anybody outside of the strict little bubble you were raised in, then you don't really realize all the ways in which you might be incredibly wrong and ignorant and possibly not as competent and helpful to others as you initially assumed, either. I wasn't nearly as top of the pack in my circle in every way as he was, but I was skipped a grade ahead at a young age. And I definitely was a lot more overconfident about knowing best about a lot of things back then than I even am now that I'm actually an independent and more highly educated adult. I got a bit of a humbling reality check there as soon as I stepped outside of that little bubble I was raised in, met a lot of other people who were way smarter and more impressive than I was, and got some helpful life experience out there in "the real world" where I saw that things were often quite different and much more complicated and not so easy for me to "know best" about for everybody else than my teenage self had once assumed.

So to answer your question, yes I think Light could have had a fairly normal life and grown a bit more mature and balanced in his views. And he would probably be seen as a pretty upstanding guy by most people around him had he never picked up the notebook. Which is kind of the tragic irony and the dark humour and the cautionary tale aspect of his character to me. He might always be ambitious and idealistic and perfectionist and difficult to provide satisfying enough challenges for and to please, but I don't think becoming an evil mass-murderer would have been an inevitable path that he was always going to go down no matter if he had picked up the notebook or not.

[mywritingonlyfans]

I’m not sure he to say this but I’m absolutely obsessed with prof turner I check tumblr 4 times a day and reread it once a day Ilysm for writing that masterpiece

I'm sorry I'm doing this with you 😭 I wish I wasn't struggling to write, I can't say when I'm going to post part2 than soon, I'm trying to finish it very soon so I can post it but I'm in a loop of thinking I'm being too long-winded describing things. And I had to change some things because of the size/long and it doesn't seem fair to you to have to do more parts. (I regret not having expanded to more parts but at the same time imagine me taking so long to post, you would hate me). Anyway, there are still some bites left to be written and I'm still going to proofread... it will take a few more days, but I hope it will be soon! Sorry it's taking this long, guys 🥹 BUT I DEAD GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT ENOUGH TO BE REREADING IT!!! it's lovely!!! Tysm!!

:this is a small wip from somewhere near the beginning of part2:

His messy and crooked handwriting on the napkin somehow lingered in your mind. Not as much as the possibility of him being someone other than yours, but it persistently surrounded your aura. Your idealization of Professor Turner did not fit with him being a traitor, so yes, the way you portrayed him in your mind did not allow for such a possibility unless he proved otherwise. And that hurts, from deep within your core to the bitterness in your mouth and the burning in your throat. It was frustrating, yet you still wanted him around. What continued to motivate you to read the book he had given you and delve into his notes was the feeling of having him by your side, reading every word with you. Sometimes you were certain that if you closed your eyes, you could hear his rough, accentuated voice blending with the characters.

Perhaps, if you were his age and already held a degree, maybe even a professor specializing in romantic literature, there might have been something between you two. Picture it: a rainy afternoon, your head resting on his chest, his warm lips near your ear as he read to you. You hadn't openly acknowledged it yet, but you felt a certain compatibility despite the numbers of years difference. It took you a while to realize, but his demeanor softened whenever he saw you, his gaze growing more serene, and even the beloved wrinkle between his eyebrows had time to relax. His voice became gentler. You weren't completely oblivious to these cues, though you did have your doubts.

It all traced back to that one night when he had come to your aid, opening your eyes to the possibility that he could belong to someone. The faint, woody scent of his blazer had found its way to your home. He had even apologized for pulling back from a kiss, not wanting to be rude, and left his phone number in your belongings with a simple message: "Call me if you need me, lil’ one." He left no room for doubt; your mind still spun, and you felt helpless, uncertain about what steps to take. But your desire to do something about it burned brightly.

"I can hear your breathing," his tone was relaxed. Just as you hoped it would be with you, and then you wondered if he could recognize you by your breathing alone.

You remained silent, there was no plausible reason or emergency that had made you call. It wasn't strange, just unusual. He laughed, which made you imagine him with a cigarette between his fingers, taking a breath on the balcony with his mouth slightly open to blow out the smoke. Maybe he just smoked too much, and you weren't obsessed.

"It's okay, little one. We can stay in silence." He laughed, in a way that filled your lungs, and the little wrinkles around his eyes appeared for contemplation. At least in your mind, just for you.

You exhaled, your eyes filling with tears. It wasn't exactly a desire to cry, but you felt genuinely sad knowing that you weren't and wouldn't be his.

"How do you know it's me, Mr. Turner?" You wanted to sound playful, but your voice came out so shaky that it made calling him that seem inappropriate.

"It was a guess. Besides, I can't think of anyone who would call me at this hour and stay in deep silence. And, well," there was a pause, his guttural and muffled breathing making you take a deep breath. Enough time for a drag, you thought. "You know, I was ‘oping you’d call." He was sincere, typical of him. He always seemed too clear when he wanted to be. Everyone said he was strict, but you couldn't think of a time when he had made his students confused or uncertain about something he demanded. Demanded, that was a word that suited him in the classroom.

"Waited?" And you saw him nod with a sweet look for you, as if he were by your side. In fact, he just mumbled. "Expected me to be in trouble?" You tried to sound more cheerful.

There was a pause; you lay down, staring at the walls until you buried your nose in the pillow in a hug. He was close to his phone; you could hear him wet his lips and breathe lightly. You wanted to run your fingers over his face and hair again, but you couldn't deny that this was as magnificent as it got.

"Not at all, but I wouldn't hesitate to save you." His eyes closed tightly. The silence grew deeper, still comfortable, it was cute. If you had the chance, you would kiss him before that, before it got too cute. "I'm sorry," he said, not sounding regretful, just reluctant due to your brief absence.

You laughed, not saying anything, but it was enough for him to understand that everything was okay.

"Are you sad?"

[jonathanvik]

Starlight Dream - Chapter 36

“She’s back.” That was all that Ume told her partner, Hope. From her grievous expression, Hope already knew her partner’s meaning. 

“Crazy.” Hope rubbed her head. “I’d hoped we’d never see her again. At least not so soon, but with Seina’s talent for getting in trouble. I suppose it was inevitable. What are you going to do?”

“Kill her.” Ume’s mind flashed to a rather unpleasant memory of when her team stood up against Yuuka, confident they could stop her. It’d be a bloodbath. 

Ume stared at her palm, remembering it holding Hinata as she lay dying. It’d seemed impossible back then that anyone could defeat her best friend. In that single moment, the rock that’d held her life together had shattered, starting her on the path she lived today. And Yuuka had only gotten stronger and more deranged since then. 

“Somehow.” Ume’s voice was barely a whisper, shaking with pent-up emotion. The target for all her grief was so close, yet impossibility out of grasp. What a joke!

“We’ll get through this, okay,” Hope said, giving Ume’s arm a tight squeeze. 

“Thanks,” Ume said, giving her partner a tight hug. She didn’t know if she’d kept her sanity without her dear partner.

“What do you mean Miko’s here?” Jin yelled from another room. “How the heck did she find us?”

Seina only shrugged. “She went looking for Emiyo, I guess. She just showed up!”

“It must be Nyx!” Jin uttered some very unladylike curses. “Miko must have found her while cleaning. If only partnered fairies weren’t impossible to kill! It would have been easier to dispose of her!”

Ume smiled in amusement at Seina’s uncomfortable expression when Jin said this. The poor girl had no stomach for this unforgiving war they fought. But, sadly, she’d have to learn differently or die. It was a painful, yet inescapable reality. 

The poor girl. But Ume would share the burden, keeping Seina’s hands clean of as much blood as possible. She was happy to play the executioner, especially if it meant taking Yuuka’s head. 

“Seriously, you took some of Emiyo’s magic, Colten?” Jin said, listening in amazement as the others explained the crazy happenings of the last few hours. “That’s amazing! Impossible!”

“Well, my team is known for doing the impossible!” Colten replied smugly. “Though I still need more training.” He said, deflating somewhat. 

“Huh,” Jin said, lost in thought. Then she pestered Colten about the details of his encounter with the vampires and taking Emiyo’s blood. She openly wondered what would have happened if he’d taken more.

“I’m fine the way I am, thanks,” Colten replied. “I hated drinking her blood, even if it was only a few drops. It left me weird for a couple of hours. It’s not an experience I recommend.”

“Still Jin, with Miko here, maybe you could convince her to combine forces against Yuuka,” Himari said, her tone hopeful. 

Seina’s bodyguard made a thoughtful expression. “Would she be open to that?”

“I doubt it,” Jin replied, putting the kibosh on such a proposal. “Miko isn’t the type to forgive and forget. She’d never turn against Starlight Dream.”

“It was worth a shot,” Himari said, deflating. Ume wasn't optimistic about a defection, either. Takako and Himari were the exceptions, not the rule of magical girls in Ume’s mind. 

“We’ll just have to handle this ourselves,” Seina said. “And…” She froze, eyes wide as a familiar face suddenly appeared in the room. Everyone stumbled as they hastily tried getting to their feet. “How are you? Why?”

“I got bored. A day’s too long!” The Devil Princess said, her fairy partner hanging on to her shoulder. “Who has that time to waste?”

“It’s only been an hour. We still need time to plan!” Seina said, fighting off pure panic. So much for keeping the number of her allies hidden. Her bodyguard threw his body in front of his charge, despite knowing it was a useless gesture.

“To a magical girl, an hour’s an eternity!” Yuuka said, waving a dismissive hand. From her smug expression, Ume realized that the Devil Princess had no intention of allowing them to rest up and plan. It was another cruel twist of the knife , giving them false fleeting hope and then snatching it away.

She must have followed Seina to learn who her allies were. 

“And now the game begins!” Yuuka said, raising a hand. “If you tap me three times on the head, I’ll leave you all in peace!”

Yeah, like we believe that after this stunt! Ume’s blood boiled, the casual cruelty setting her temper aflame. It took considerable effort to regain some measure of calm, helped by Hope giving her hand a squeeze. She gave her partner a nod of thanks, knowing she’d need a clear head in this nightmare. 

I’ve gotten stronger since our last encounter. This time, I won’t be so easy prey. Ume stared into the Devil Princess’s eyes with abject fury, but no recognition reflected back. Yuuka stared at Ume like a complete stranger, like she hadn’t just destroyed the other girl’s entire life. 

You saw me cradle my dead friend’s body! How can you… Ume found herself lost for words. 

“And begin!” Yuuka said, throwing down her hand. She vanished from the room, Ume’s hackles rising as she heard a nearby explosion. 

“Good luck out there. You can do this.” Seina’s bodyguard said. Without a preamble, his charge gave him a quick hug before summoning her brooch. 

“We won’t make this easy for her,” Colten said, producing his mask. 

Himari slapped herself on the face. “You’re strong, Himari! You’re strong!”

This is the day you die, Yuuka Tsujikawa! Ume thought, producing her broach. 

“Change Change, Magical Love Dress Up.”

In a flash, they exited the dojo to search for the disturbance’s source. A whiff of smoke rose in a column  several miles away across the city. She was so quick! Even without her full magical girl abilities. 

“Watch out,” Ume said, realizing she hadn’t told the others an important detail that might save their lives. “Yuuka’s power allows her to alter the state of things.”

“What do you mean?” Seina asked as they darted across the city. 

“It’s hard to explain. Yuuka can stop things from working. It’s a dangerous power, don’t underestimate it!” Ume shuttered at the thought of when Yuuka had used her powers to turn a late comrade of hers named Asuka’s bones to mush. The Devil Princess had rolled the poor unfortunate girl into a sphere and used it as a beanie ball. 

“Of course. Things can never be easy.” Himari said, sighing. But she developed a thoughtful expression, pondering something. She never got the chance to explain her thoughts as they arrived. 

People were panicking, fleeing from the scene. They screamed as a truck flew over them, smashing through a building, the impact causing a small fire. There Yuuka stood chasing hapless people away, laughing with delight. She suddenly appeared in front of a fleeing five-year-old girl and laughed as she tripped her. As the little girl cried, the Devil Princess guffawed like this was the funniest thing possible. 

“Stop right there,” Seina said, leaping towards the Devil Princess.

“If you can!” Yuuka said, her tone singsong. But Ume used this distraction, altering space, so she was right behind the damnable villain. Energy gathering around her hand, she slashed forward to decapitate the Devil Princess. 

With a bored gate, Yuuka slipped aside. Before the Devil Princess could rub the failure in Ume’s face, her foe had already disappeared. Using the distraction, Seina punched forward with her full strength. Paliah joined her, attacking in perfect synchronization from the other side. With such stakes, neither dared hold back. Momentary surprise flashed in the Devil Princess’s eyes, both from Seina’s speed and Paliah’s erratic movements as he slipped along time. Together, they struck as one. Even by attacking her blind spots, Yuuka proved an impeccable foe. 

“You are more fun than I expected!” A wide grin grew on the Devil Princess’s face as she deflected Seina’s blow with a fist and blocked Paliah’s sword with a knee. She didn’t bother blocking Ume, instead ducking under her attack. 

“How about I make it a circus?” Takako said, summoning her dancing wand. With a twirl, thousands of tiny bulbs of light appeared around them. “Boom!”

Ume ducked for cover as each light orb exploded, blasting energy in every direction. There wasn’t any pattern to their attack, Ume wincing as one slashed against her middle. The blast decimated the area, reducing it to dust. 

“Are you crazy, Takako?” Seina said, standing over the crying girl with a protective gaite. “You almost hurt this little girl!”

“I knew you’d protect her,” Takako replied, nonplussed. Thankfully, everyone else had fled to a safe distance.

The tiny girl trembled under Seina’s protective grip, coughing on the dust that’d perpetrated the area. Bizarrely, Himari stood stock still, like the energy blasts hadn’t even bothered her. How fast was she?

“That wasn’t very fun,” Yuuka said, no longer smiling. Blood oozed from a wound on her side, wincing as she moved. “Are you okay, Kindness?”

“Yeah, just a scrap across the head.” The fairy winced, paw held against a black spot on her head. 

“I don’t play games,” Takako said, pointing her ribbon wand toward the Devil Princess. She vanished, her ribbon slashing toward the wounded Yuuka. Much to their collective surprise, the ribbon froze midair before it touched Yuuka’s flesh. The Devil Princess smiled with malevolence. 

“Okay, then I won’t either.” With a flick of her hand, Takako’s ribbon exploded into scraps. Paliah appeared from nowhere, slashing at her back. His armor crumbled as Yuuka dodged away and at the same time delivered a punishing blow to his chest. Their knight crumpled to the floor, his breathing pained and erratic. “You asked for this. Change Change, Magical Love Genocide Dress Up!”

The air sucked from Ume’s lungs as the Devil Princess activated her powers. The air shimmered, reality distorted by the sheer weight of her magic.

“You idiot, Takako! You made things worse!” Ume said, fear edging into her voice. Now they were more screwed than ever! At least in her civilian form, they stood a chance. Yet, Takako stayed maddeningly calm. 

 “Let’s not pretend it wasn’t going to happen anyway. Now Himari!”

“Right!” The bracelet around the girl’s right wrist jingled as she thrust her hand forward. It drew Ume’s attention. It was golden with interwoven bands of metal. Inlaid at the top was a blue jewel whose appearance matched Himari’s namesake, a coriander. Ume gasped as she sensed incredible power pouring from it. 

“Dimensional crash!” 

The Devil Princess stumbled as the weight of something stuck against her, causing her to grimace in pain. Seeing her chance, Ume joined Seina as they charged their enemy. But Yuuka recovered with frightening speed, battering them aside with a wave of her hand. More orbs of energy appeared around the Devil Princess, but she seemed unbothered by the prospect. 

In her hand formed a weapon that struck terror in its owner’s prey. Its size almost dwarfed Yuuka as she held it, its cool steel reflecting sunlight. Instead of attacking with her newly created two-handed broadsword, as Ume expected, Yuuka dashed away. The Devil Princess grinned, laughing all the while as she fled.

“Catch me if you can!” With a swing of her sword, Yuuka rained death upon the helpless folks of Osaka. She’d renewed her game instead of engaging them in battle. 

“You have got to be kidding me!” Seina said, scowling. Unlike the others, Seina couldn’t fly. It made pursuing the Devil Princess a much more difficult prospect for her. With a wave, she guided the girl she’d been protecting to safety.

“It shows how seriously she takes us,” Himari said, sighing. “Such lack of respect!”

“But it’s something we can use to our advantage,” Paliah said, appearing from nowhere. While his armor still appeared bent out of shape, he seemed otherwise fine.

Ume scowled, gripping her fist tight enough to draw blood. “Let’s go. She isn’t getting away so easily!”

Her eyes widened as Yuuka plucked a building from its foundations with her hands and then punted it into the ocean, laughing as it skipped across the surface. 

It’s just like last time. There isn’t any rhyme or reason to the Devil Princess's actions. She’s like a child smashing two toys together, taking joy in the senseless fun of hitting something. 

I wonder how she’d like it if we took her toys away from her. Then a fragmented idea formed in their head, pieces appearing when she grew in her head. 

“Himari, I need your help!” Ume asked. 

“What is it?” Himari replied. 

“Do you have a plan?” Seina asked, eyes lighting with excitement. 

“I hope it’s a good one,” Paliah said, signing. “I feel I’m out of my depths here.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. It likely won’t accomplish much. But it will foil her plans somewhat.” Ume replied.

Despite this grim pronouncement, Seina only grinned. “I’ll take it. It’s something, at least. Anything to ruin this game.”

“I’m in too,” Takako added. “Anything to spit that maniac.”

“What’s the plan?” Paliah said after a shrug.

“Okay, here’s what we'll do.”

---

“Those idiots!” Miko said in sheer disbelief. It’d been simple. Just keep Yuuka distracted and kill her before she transformed. While not a foolproof plan, it, at last, gave them a chance. But no, Takako had to provoke the Devil Princess into using her full power. Now they were beyond screwed! 

“Never underestimate the capabilities of fools,” Emiyo said wryly. 

“...”

“Right! Now what?” Miko said, giving Emiyo an expectant look. From their vantage point, they saw Seina and her allies huddle together for another of their doomed plans. 

“Nothing changes. You keep searching for weakness to exploit, and we’ll strike when she’s vulnerable.” Their leader replied, not providing much comfort. “Hey, it’s the best I’ve got!”

“...”

“You’re right.” They watched as Seina’s group separated for some unknown task. Miko made a snap decision, following Seina. Chō’s mech stayed with Ume while Emiyo tailed Takako. 

Miko frowned as Seina hunched behind a trash bin, watching as Takako chased around Yuuka without luck. Beams shot from her ribbon weapon but they struck nothing but empty air. They continued for several exchanges before Takako stopped and floated back to the ground. Yuuka blinked as her attacker surrendered and entered the fetal position.

“It’s not fair. What’s the point of this?” Takako said. “I give up. The others were right to flee.”

“Did they?” Yuuka said, scowling. “So that’s where they went!”

“Yep, they’re waiting for me to weaken you enough so they can escape past your barrier. It’s supposed to be a noble sacrifice! But we all know the truth. I’m the poor, doomed sap they abandoned so they could escape. Typical magical girl behavior, right? Can’t trust them to look out for anyone but themselves!”

Miko could only smirk at this, gladdened that Seina’s sanctimonious attitude was only self-righteous prattle. In reality, she was just a selfish monster like the rest of them. 

“What now? It wouldn’t be any fun just destroying the universe! Or destroying this already ruined world!” Kindness said, fuming. 

“I have it!” Much to Miko’s astonishment, Yuuka undid her magical girl transformation. “I was being too hasty. If they wouldn’t fight me when there isn’t any chance? Then I’ll just change that.”

“Brilliant plan, Yuuka.” Her partner said. “It's illusion of hope will surely bring them in.”

“What are you doing?” Takako said, head raising from her defeatist pose. 

“Calling all magical girls.” Yuuka said, her voice booming, “I know your plan, but it won’t work. I stole the possibility of escaping this universe. That’s my ability, stealing anything I want. And it will continue to be lost until I’m dead. So your little plan is pointless.”

You have got to be kidding me! Despair gripped Miko’s heart, realizing how doomed they were. 

“But I’m a nice gal willing to give you another chance! Look at me! I’m not using my magical girl power anymore. I, like, am super vulnerable and killable. Thinking about it, if you gang up on me enough, you might kill me! The numbers are in your favor! See, am I not a fair and generous girl? I promise I won't use my magical girl transformation while I’m in this universe. Isn't that simpler for everyone?”

“You’re really making yourself mortal on purpose?” Takako said, barely believing her luck. 

“So come on! Ambush me! Overwhelm me! Kill me if you dare.” Yuuka spread her arms wide. “It has a fair second round of combat.”

“Y-You mean it?” Seina said, coming out from cover. Her voice held a visible tremor.

“On my honor!” Yuuka said, giving a salute.

“Well?” Seina asked her once ally.

“Don’t talk to me.” Takako stared beams of hatred toward the girl. “We’re settling this later.”

“Right,” Seina said, giving a grim nod. “How about the rest of you?” She shouted, but nobody else appeared. “Fine, whatever, cowards. We don’t need you!”

Everything was falling into place. With Yuuka in her civilian form, they could stop her! And with Seina’s team divided, they’d be easy pickings once they dealt with the Devil Princess. 

“Go get them, Yuuka!” The Devil Princess’s fairy partner said over her shoulder. “Show them your ability. Let the nightmares begin.”

Takako started the fight, summoning black spheres into the air with a flick of her ribbon. No, they weren’t black, Miko realized. ight was being drawn into them. Amazingly, with a gesture, Takako summoned a swarm of black holes to surround the devil Princess. Even from this distance, Miko felt the oppressive power of their gravity well, pulling from her hiding spot. 

“Is that all?” With a gesture, Yuuka walked through the gravity fields like they didn’t exist. They didn’t even sway her hair. “How about that? I stole gravity’s effect on me!” Then Miko realized that the Devil Princess wasn’t walking, but floating in the air. With a childish laugh, she did a barrel roll. 

Seina lunged forward, but Miko saw its pointlessness. Her ability allowed her to find weaknesses, and she’d discovered none despite Yuuka seeming openness. Yuuka blocked the fist with a foot, Seina yelping in pain as her face planted into the ground with a sudden twist, as Yuuka grabbed her fist with her feet.

The two continued to fight. Takako blasted beams of energy that scorched everything they touched. Seina used this to attack the Devil Princess’s blind spots while she dodged. But Yuuka continued to float like a cloud, just staying out of reach. When a punch finally connected, Yuuka only stole the momentum of the blow, so its impact was pathetically minimal. Miko watched the exchange, searching for the Devil Princess’s true weakness. It wasn’t a very hopeful endeavor, only appearing for the briefest micro milliseconds. However, Miko believed she’d gained insight into how Yuuka’s power worked. 

They’re useless! But Miko realized something. Seina was more accommodating than her supposed break up with Takako suggested. They worked in tandem, naturally complementing each other.

Of course. They only pretended to be at odds to make Yuuka drop her guard. Fat lot of good that did though.

But it raised Miko’s opinion of them by a single percentage. It didn’t make their efforts less doomed. Unless I help them. 

But terror stayed Miko’s hand, knowing just how exposed that would make her. She’d seen how Yuuka responded to genuine threats. The Devil Princess would crack her like a twig without a second thought. 

Still, the two magical girls fought with such courage and ferocity. It brought shame to Miko’s cheeks. They were risking everything to stop this monster, and she was cowering in a corner. 

With my help, they might actually win. But the odds seemed almost impossible. Any blow they inflicted against Yuuka was rendered useless without the needed momentum to inflict injury. Switching strategies, Seina summoned her wand. A barrage of bubbles flew toward the Devil Princess, instantly devolving whatever they touched with acid. Sweat trickled down Yuuka’s forehead as Seina obstructed her movement with her bubbles, making it easier for Takako’s ribbon to attack. 

A lucky slash stabbed at the Devil Princess’s stomach, only to have its momentum robbed again. But Seina had been expecting this. She popped a bubble above Yuuka, raining acid onto her. The Devil Princess howled in pain as her skin burned and bubbled, instantly eating to the bone. But the effect faded as Yuuka took away its acidicity.

Pure rage filled Yuuka’s eyes. Furious she’d even been superficially damaged. There, Miko saw her chance. The Devil Princess’s weak point flashed like a beacon. Miko didn’t hesitate to throw her kunai despite how exposed it left her. 

“Change, Change!” Yuuka winced as a knife slashed across her hand, making her drop her wand. It was a perfect opening for an attack and Takako’s ribbon stabbed forward. Yuuka howled in pain as the razor-sharp ribbon stabbed through her chest. Her eyes extended into dinner plates, unable to process she’d just been stabbed through the heart. Crimson spattered her fireman’s outfit as she coughed her lifeblood onto it. 

[qillmhi]

So I'm like... Never a fan of the 'Imma kill my bros for u' kind of scenario especially since I very much love all the turtle bros, so here's my version of an obsessive lover 2012 Mikey!

🖤🧡🐢

Dark!2012!Mikey x Reader

-Michelangelo is the youngest out of the four turtle brothers, so he was easily the most childish and energetic one, much to his older brothers' annoyance.

-He was loud yet small. Just a few inches shorter than you. A social butterfly, but can be oblivious to most things.

-Mikey may not be the smartest turtle, but he does have own way of getting what he wants.

-And he has his eyes dead set on you.

-When he first realised his crush on you, he openly welcomed it with zero resistance. It felt great being in love so why should he deny it?

-He loves expressing himself so there was little to no filter when he's showing you his love.

-"(y/n)~!!!!" Mikey threw his arms around you "I missed you so much!!!!!" He cried in excitement rubbing his cheek on yours.

-You laughed at the youngest turtle and placed your hand on his head "Mikey! I just went for a glass of water!"

-"Yeah! But you took sooooo long so I still missed you!"

-He would be all over you. Wherever you go, Mikey is expected to be following close behind.

-Sometimes without your knowledge.

-Whenever his brothers weren't looking, he would slip by to your apartment to watch you sleep.

-But he did it to make sure you're safe! Don't worry!

-He would always be the first one to tackle you as soon as your foot entered the lair. Then proceed to trap you in a cuddling session with him for hours before anyone could get to you.

-"Oof--!"

-"Dibs on (y/n)!!!!"

-"Ow--Mikey!!" You groaned in protest.

-"No time to talk dudette! Look--" He held up a glowing flower watch "--it's hug time!"

-You squinted your eyes at the familiar looking gadget "Did you force Donnie to make you that hug-watch thing from the Trolls movie?"

-"Maybe~!" Mikey avoided your eyes "So hug time...?"

-Physical contact is his love langauge! Mikey's insides would be all mushy and gushy if you respond to them even the slightest bit. And if you return the favor? This little boy will melt into your arms!

-When you do ask him to let you go, he would just simply say "Nope!" popping the 'p' then proceed to tuck himself below your chin.

-"Awwh come on!!"

-Everytime he feels your soft hands scratching his shell, he immediately starts churring in delight. You thought it was cute, so you'd pat him in the head which made him even more happy!

-He can't help it! Mikey is just obsessed with how soft and plush you feel against his skin! He would definitely glue himself on you if you'd allow him to.

-"You are so squishy~!" Mikey mumbled against your shoulder while hugs you from behind for the nth time today.

-You flicked his forehead earning yourself a small 'ow' "And you are a big baby."

-You didn't mind his clinginess thankfully. It was just Mikey being cute as always. For real how can you resist this baby?

-He's loves it when you give your full attention to him. But if you're talking to someone else, he would just simply have an arm over your shoulders. Silently brooding towards the intruder, giving them a silent warning.

-If the boy isn't hugging you or initiating some kind of physical contact with you, he would be content holding the hem of your shirt or any kind of clothing you own (he may or may not have kept a few in his room that he may or may not have been using as a pillowcase to cuddle). Something that became a norm whenever he's at your apartment and you preparing both of your meals.

-Damn he loves your food! It was then only food he worships other than pizza! He especially loves watching you cook. Like an angel preparing to give him heaven.

-Speaking of Heaven.

-This orange fluff have TONS of pictures of you saved in his phone. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping in the lair, this guy is just snapping pictures of you in every possible angle. Sideways? Upside down? Close up? Bird's eye view? They all made you look perfect!

-His wallpaper is a selfie of you and him enjoying your home made chocolate icecream pizza that you made just for him. Aren't you just the sweetest? He considers that as your first date even though you two aren't official.... yet.

-I mean you made that treat just for him so it must mean that you return his feelings right?

-As time went by, his little crush for you grew into something more.

-You were starting to see his brothers and your other friends a little less and him and little more.

-It was just Mikey. Only Mikey.

-Just the way he likes it

-Everyday you'd wake up and find him cuddled up to you. When you ask him what he's doing he would just look up at you with his innocent baby blue eyes and say "But cupcake! I'm cold and you're suuuuper comfy~!" Cue those puppy dog eyes and you're 100% powerless.

-He would bring you all sorts of goodies like food, favourite drinks, movies, videogames--anything he could carry just for you!

You couldn't say that you didn't like the attention. Mikey is just so sweet especially whenever he brings little trinkets saying "They reminded me of you!" With that adorable freckled smile of his! It just makes you blush every time.

His innocent sweet smile just melts through your heart!

His brothers thought it was weird when he's always out and about after training and patrolling. But hey! The lair is a lot more quiet and Donnie doesn't have to worry about his stuff being broken anymore. Besides they knew you, you were a great friend so they trust you.

After a while you started to miss your friends. Having Mikey around was fun but you wanted to see what the other guys are up to these days.

One day you decided to visit everyone in the lair with pizza and had a great time chatting and playing with the turtle brothers. Oddly enough Mikey wasn't there.

But he was. Mikey was there. Hidden in the dark corners of the lair. Not even his brothers noticed him. His smile was gone. His eyes were dark as he kept himself one with the shadows, silent as a ghost.

He didn't like the way you were smiling with other people. Of course he was fine with letting you talk to his brothers sometimes, but still there were some boundaries to be made.

"Mine..." Michelangelo silently growls.

Although he doesn't favor this image of you with other people, he does take pride in the way your eyes would flicker to his bedroom door every now and then. Good. Very good.

Finally it was time for you to go. He immediately left. Time to take action.

When you got home you saw your favorite orange turtle curled up on the floor sobbing. Your heartached at the sight of the big crocodile tears falling from his face.

-You dropped down on your knees and asked him what was wrong.

-"I was waiting for you here all day b-but you didn't come home... you left me.." He cried miserably "I-I understand... if you don't want to h-hang out with me anymore... no one really wants to. I p-promise won't bother you anymore.." Mikey sniffed then left before you can get a word out.

-That was three days ago and you haven't seen Mikey since. He stopped visiting, stopped replying to your calls or texts. He was just gone.

-You realized just how much you loved having the small orange ninja around. Your home became cold and lonely. You started to miss him terribly.

-You went back to the lair, ignoring the others as you went straight for Mikey's room and knocked on his door.

-Mikey opened the door for just a crack. His eyes were red from crying. He looked absolutely miserable, but you pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug.

-You apologized to Mikey. You told him that it wasn't your intention to make him sad or feel neglected. That you loved having him around you.

-Mikey hugged you back of course. He closed his bedroom door to give you both privacy while you continued to hold him tight.

-He nuzzled his snout on your chest and told you he missed you too.

-Your soul ached when his shoulders started to shake. You placed your cheek on his head with your hand on his shell to calm your crying turtle.

-Except he wasn't.

-Mikey's smile was as wide as it could ever be. His eyes held a victorious sinister glow as he felt his entire body shake from excitement when he as in your addicting scent.

-Mikey was a good liar.

-He didn't mean to make you this sad. But he had to in order to make you come to him.

-And believe me when I say those three days of not seeing you was torture to him. Sure he had a folder full of your pictures saved on his phone (and his cuddle pillow) but it just can't compare to the real thing.

-But it was worth it though.

-He already had you right where he wanted you. He just needs to give you a little more push for you to confess your love for him and you two will be happy together forever!

-He knew he couldn't keep you to himself. You would surely retaliate if he forces you.

-But that doesn't mean he can't push you into making you claim him as yours instead.

-Oh how it feels so good to be in your love and care again!

-Mikey started churring as he pulled you even closer.

-Yeah Mikey definitely wasn't the smartest.

-But he's definitely the most cunning.

-And he would do anything to have you.

[5town]

Hey. Your writing is super cute and I was wondering if I could request some Robaire x Aaron T HC's if you still do requests. I love that ship but there isn't a lot of content for it.

Love your blog btw. Every post is a banger

HI I'M SO SORRY THIS REQUEST IS BEING DONE SO SO SO MUCH LATER THAN IT SHOULD BE BUT I'M ON A KICK I'M TAKIN IT

ROBAIRE X AARON T LETS ROLL

Robaire!

☆ definitely gets on T's nerves with how 'pretentious' he can be

☆ doesn't like showing that he's actually into someone. it's actually quite noticeable and funny when Ro becomes a little standoffish and red when he's around T

☆ he's so big on romantic gestures, specifically ones that can be read as romantic; so expect T to get some roses, asked on private 'not dates' to Ro's favorite cafes and spots, openly holding hands with him more and more

☆ loves to wrap his arms around T!!! big fan of being the big spoon, sleeping and awake

☆ T's like the only one that can actually make Ro feel better after being frustrated for some reason. Ro would just get out of a particularly frustrating meeting and everyone would be trying to talk with him, but T cracks one joke and he's all sunshine and smiles again.

☆ everyone knows its bad when T pulls a specifically annoying prank on him and when he reveals its a prank, Ro laughs it off like nothing

☆ same deal with T's nicknames. "Ro-Ro-Ro Your Boat", "Ro-bot", and everything like them have become a lot less annoying to Robaire; it's getting suspicious

☆ regardless of Ro's difficulty expressing his romantic emotions through explicit words, he's the first to confess. he couldn't be happier.

☆ if they can't be public, they're big fans of holding pinkies right before they go onstage or as they're coming off, matching or sharing silly things like socks or jewelry, or sharing knowing, fun glances at each other between interviews

☆ Ro is a very proud boyfriend though, and as soon as they're comfortable or able to be out and proud, he has no problem being very open and happy about being T's partner!

Aaron T!

✪ once he starts crushing on Ro, he's like joke master number one. i mean this guy really goes for it whenever he knows Ro is watching.

✪ sometimes the other guys will get after him for trying just a bit too hard. like "okay, T, maybe jumping into that fountain wasn't as charming as you thought. doesn't matter how hard Ro laughed." (doesn't stop him, though!)

✪ if you thought Robaire was bad at expressing his romantic emotions, think again. T shows absolutely no outward romantic interest!! it almost makes Ro second guess himself when confessing

✪ T is a more in-private kinda guy. his forms of romantic or personal expression come in the 'little' things, like seeing him without his hat, allowing him to be around while he's crying, or talking with him when he's not smiling or joking around

✪ but Ro certainly notices these things and really tries to respect whatever unspoken boundaries T has made. not so slowly, though, T starts to realize he's letting his guard down around Ro a lot more than he feels he should

✪ T letting Ro see his feelings is what signals to T that something is certainly up, because this was actually a difference the other guys couldn't pick up on so fast. well, they aren't there to see those more personal moments

✪ when it really does come to T that he likes Ro, he starts getting all giddy around Ro. like, butterflies in his tummy. Ro turns his tummy in a way his other buddies just don't, if you catch my drift ;)

✪ T probably ends up spending more time without his hat, being vulnerable, even in front of the other guys. he doesn't even notice! it's usually just something he wants Ro to notice, and it starts to matter less and less if others do.

✪ T is the best at gift-giving. while he isn't one to give lots of gifts like Ro, he's gotten the most creative. he loves to combine some of Ro's interests into one gift, and he usually nails it. Ro keeps everything!

✪ T is also a proud partner, but it's more in a silly way. think the 'tada' will smith meme. he likes to keep the more personal or sentimental parts of the relationship to himself and his partner. but honestly? that's just him. if his partner wants to do that, T has stopped caring who sees.

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by anon: Could you do a Fred Weasley imagine where he falls in love with Harry’s younger sister. (Maybe a after the war where he lives)

Word Count: 3.3k (my hand slipped oops)

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining etc.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, Fred being cute and hot simultaneously

Tags: @self-ship-love @susceptible-but-siriusexual @hufflexpuff @neovannii @jenniweasley @elf-punk @heart-of-tempered-steel @itseatyourdamnapples

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Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England, July 16, 2000

It was a chilly Sunday evening. The summer air buzzed with excitement and the tender aroma of magnolia as tiny white and pink petals were gracefully falling from the huge cherry trees, carried by the light breeze. Twilight painted the horizon in liquid gold and fiery red, soon followed by mellow shades of dark blue that brought countless sparkling stars.

It was getting the slightest bit colder, but it did not matter; nothing else mattered but the loud cheers and cheerful music, celebrating the official bond between a Potter and a Weasley under the wide night sky.

You couldn't have been happier for your older brother, Harry, who was currently dancing with Ginny, his now wife - now and for the rest of his, hopefully, but not really likely, peaceful life. For the longest time you've been wondering how he'd always manage to get into trouble even as a small First year with no experience in the wizarding world whatsoever. Or, perhaps, that was the exact reason as to why evil-battling and rule-breaking were such common practices when hanging out with him.

However, there was no fighting that day. There was no room for worry and fear when the entire Weasley family and their loved ones were gathered on the clearing in front of the Burrow, chatting, laughing, dancing, singing, drinking, celebrating and living for what seemed to be the first time since Lord Voldemort's fall. Danger was practically nonexistent in that blissful moment which was frozen in time, once having looked agonizingly distant and impossible to hope for. But that dream was no longer just a foolish fantasy to heal wounded hearts. It was there, and it was happening in the most beautiful way imaginable.

And suddenly, all those clichés of a married life weren't even clichés. They were simply humble wishes of people who had witnessed far too many horrors in such a short period of time, and only craved stability among the massive chaos. So when you glanced at Ginny, a twirling blur of flaming red hair and a gorgeous wedding dress, you didn't feel the need to comment on how banal the color white was. You genuinely smiled, admiring the pure, exuberant joy, visible in her eyes and scarlet cheeks. Harry looked just as, if not even happier than his wife, dancing in the ridiculous but wholehearted way that only he could, and old memories of him winning the golden egg, training Dumbledore's Army and kissing Ginny in the common room for the very first time flooded into your mind.

It had truly been a long time since you had seen Harry careless and free like that.

You yourself had spent an ungodly amount of hours preparing the yard for the ceremony all day; rearranging chairs, decorating, making sure everything was going by schedule, only to then dance your tired feet off, and though you wanted to continue having fun with Hermione, Luna and the rest of the girls waiting for you, you really needed a break. And a drink.

Excusing yourself to leave the particularly interesting conversation you were having with distant Weasley relatives, you slipped off your black flats that, despite looking absolutely stunning, hurt your feet terribly after an entire day of fussing over the color of napkins and flower bouquets. Barefoot on the grass, you walked over to a chair next to a table which seemed to have been occupied, but judging by the mostly empty glasses and plates, the guests weren't coming back anytime soon.

You tossed your shoes aside with a sigh and rushed to rub your aching toes, hissing from how sore they were.

How has Ginny been dancing like that for hours?

"Enjoying the party, I see?" a familiar deep, slightly husky voice commented, causing you to look up.

It was none other than Fred Weasley, dear friend from childhood, staring down at you, his ever-present charming smirk resting on features and hands shoved into the pockets of his dragonskin suit. But it was his flaming red hair that made your eyes widen - it was carefully smoothed back, shining under the moonlight like liquid iron.

Fred's eyes still contained their famous, loveable mischief, except now slightly tamer and calmer. His firm biceps had visibly grown in size, stretching out the fabric of his coat just a bit to give you a prominent silhouette that caught you off guard.

It had been two years; he had changed so much.

And you were afraid to admit you had too.

You blinked in surprise, processing his uncharacteristically sophisticated appearance before realizing what he had asked you.

"Would've enjoyed it far more if my legs weren't killing me," you groaned half-heartedly and leaned back on your chair. "What's with your hair?"

"What's with your feet?"

"I asked you first," you cut him off. "I bet Ginny is responsible for this."

"Actually…" Fred trailed off, and, whether on purpose or not, ran a hand through the ginger locks to keep them in place, unaware of how you suddenly wished the hand doing the graceful motion wasn't his. "Mum insisted that I looked my best. What can I say, it's not like George and I usually listen to her, but we thought we'd make an exception this time; our sister doesn't get married every day. But honestly, Ginny couldn't care less about how we looked as long we showed up."

"So like usual, you mean?" you giggled. "Showing up is an achievement for you even if you're underdressed?"

Fred beamed, pearly white smile complementing his formal outfit. You wondered if he used that exact smile to effortlessly allure costumers and business partners at work.

He rested an elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"Come on now, darling. I know you find my messy hair irresistible either way."

His cockiness only caused you to laugh, though Fred was quick to spot the flash of nervousness in your eyes; it brought him immense pride to know he was the one to turn you from confident to adorably bashful and flustered in the matter of seconds.

He was looking at you intensely, expectantly waiting for you to deny his flirty accusation despite your shyness.

"Nah, Weasley. It only reminds me that even at twenty-two you still do not know how to use a comb."

Fred's eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline, mouth agape. For the first time, he actually needed a second to form a reply.

"Didn't see that coming, I give you that. Courageous one, you are."

Your heart fluttered with joy and you openly grinned, shrugging in half-hearted humbleness.

"Perhaps I am."

Speaking to him felt unusually energizing, as though you had jumped headfirst into a chilly lake. It was unfamiliar and it set your nerves on fire, causing your stomach to twist and turn with sensations that left you dizzy, but unbelievably thrilled. And you wanted more of it, you wanted more of him.

"Fancy a drink?" Fred offered, already pouring champagne into a glass before handing it to you, and you keenly took it.

"Thanks, I've been thirsty with all the preparations I was doing."

"Is that why your legs are killing you?"

"Exactly, I've been running around all day, making sure everything was in order… you know, a lot of organizing and the like."

"It must hurt quite a bit then," Fred commented with a pained grimace. "But I absolutely get you, Georgie and I are just like that when it comes to the shop. It's a lot of accounting if I'm being honest, though I admit he's way better at it. We need to be completely precise; we can't allow any mistakes."

"Woah," you laughed. "Control freak much?"

He wettened his lips, never breaking eye contact.

"Perhaps I am."

You tilted your head to the side, gaze piercing into his in hopes of finding out what those gorgeous brown eyes were hiding. The tiny playful flames in them were eloquent.

Shifting slightly in your seat, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress and raised your glass, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips.

"Cheers to us control freaks then."

Fred mirrored your smug expression and your glasses met with a clink. The bubbly liquid tingled your throat, undoubtedly refreshing you and cooling you off. You glanced at the people dancing in the centre of the clearing and giggled - Ginny had apparently thrown away her white shoes long ago, bare feet stepping elegantly on the grass.

"You see, I'd like to chat a bit more with you, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loud here. What about we go to the pond across the field?" Fred suggested, pointing at the woods behind his back. You had visited them countless times when staying with Harry at the Burrow during holidays years ago; the tall trees and the glistening waters had never ceased to bring you comfort.

The noise started to become bothersome, and you felt it even more necessary to continue your conversation somewhere private, the unknown causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Fred's presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, or the sensation of anticipating a tidal wave to crash into you in less than a second. It was wild and the tiniest bit terrifying, but oh so tempting as it pulled you in.

"I'd love that, but… you know," you grinned and playfully swang your sore feet. "Can't really walk."

But this didn't at all seem like a problem to Fred Weasley who only shrugged and stood up, "You don't have to. I'll carry you."

"Merlin, no! Please, it's not necessary."

Fred frowned, but his confused expression was soon replaced by an amused one.

"You said it yourself that your feet hurt like hell. And even if carrying you around isn't necessary, it doesn't mean I don't want to."

You attempted to tame the butterflies.

"No, no! You seriously don't have to, I promise," you frantically protested as you held up your hands in front of you to reassure him, but he only gave you a weird look. "I can walk on my own. I'll be too heavy for you."

"There's only one way to find out."

Fred walked over to you and leaned down, one hand sneaking around your waist and the other slipping under your knees. You shrieked in terror, arms flying to clutch at his shoulders, and heat rose to your cheeks from the abrupt contact. Your chests were pressed together, and you were afraid he'd be able to feel your racing heart. His skin was warmer than you had thought, and it successfully fought off the night summer chill.

"Are we going?" Fred whispered down at you, lips so close to yours that you recognized the nuance of champagne in his breath, mixing unbelievably well with the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood of his cologne.

Not only is he sinfully attractive, but he smells heavenly too?

"Yes," you breathed and let Fred effortlessly walk across the meadow with you in his arms. They brought this new, odd, yet familiar sense of security, and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, nervous gaze wandering off into the distance in hopes of not meeting his. Nevertheless, curiosity eventually took the best of you, and your eyes would occasionally flicker to his, which were now completely black under the night sky. They could swallow you whole, you swore.

Minutes later, you found yourselves in the company of old, enormous willows which surrounded the pond you so vividly remembered from your teenage years. You thanked Fred as he carefully let you down, and took a few steps forward to look around and drench in the misty moonlight that enveloped the area. The waters were crystal clear and completely still, reflecting the moon and its majestic silver glow. The bushes had grown significantly over the time you were away, and you fondly looked back at the moments when you would pick up colorful wildflowers in the summer before your fourth year.

"Shall we sit?" Fred asked quietly from right behind your shoulder, and you followed him with a nod. You found a comfortable spot on the fresh grass to sit, a few feet away from where the water met the soil and moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," you noted, lips curled up in a barely visible smile. Fred hummed in agreement.

"That's why I always make sure to come here every chance I get when I return. But, unfortunately, that's very rare in my case."

For a moment, there was only the chirping of crickets and the soft bubbling of water.

Fred turned to you.

"Remember when mum used to call for us to de-gnome the garden and we'd hide here? We could stay in the bushes for hours before we eventually came back," he recalled, seeming deep in thought. It was an extraordinary sight; for once the playful spark in his eyes was more mellow, there was no cockiness seeping into the way he was holding himself. He was just Fred, the man who was currently thinking with so much adoration and love about his childhood, the most significant memories of it being marked by you.

You wondered, given you ever had the chance to spend with Fred as much time as your older brother did, if the charismatic prankster would have fallen for you like you had done. You wondered, given the chance you had let Fred get to know you better all those summers ago, if his heart would have belonged to you by now just like yours did to him.

Had you possibly missed your chance?

"Oh, I do," you sighed, the tension in your chest vanishing as warm nostalgia crept in like an old friend. "I also remember when I got this really bad nightmare that night. I was so terrified that you took me on a ride with your broom in the middle of the night to cheer me up."

"That's true! My parents don't know about it to this day," he replied smugly. "I can still hear you screaming like a lunatic."

You jokingly smacked his arm, "I was twelve!"

Fred's grin grew wider.

"Excuses…"

This only caused you to stare at him in disbelief and cross your arms, managing your most serious expression, but Fred was aware you were on the verge of failing to keep your stern facade. He squinted his eyes as a teasing attempt to provoke you, smile threatening to split his face in two.

"Alright then, that's enough about me," you announced, and Fred nodded in mock agreement as he studied your playful pretence. "If you're so much better than me, Mr Darcy, what else do you do aside from stealing ladies away?"

"Stealing their hearts," he said confidently, flashing you a seductive smirk, reserved only for special girls back in your Hogwarts days. You giggled, finding his antic utterly ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it still turned your blood into liquid fire. Fred apparently saw right through you, because when your eyes landed on his, they appeared completely dark once again, but, you suspected, for a reason other than the lack of light.

Your throat went dry, and you found it hard to swallow down the lump that cut your breath short.

He ran a hand through his ginger hair as he began to explain, "I'm kidding, you know. But to answer your question, George and I have been working on this potion that should be able to change the color of the eyes and hair. Fun for those who enjoy experimenting with their appearance, but it can also be useful to the Ministry. They're actually going to send a team of a couple of aurors to visit us next month so we can update them on our progress and negotiate the details."

"Wow! That's certainly exciting!"

"Is it? I mean, it probably is, but I've been having second thoughts lately if I'm being honest." He scratched the back of his neck, and you realised you had only witnessed him being anxious when it came to his greatest passion. "I'm afraid we might not be done on time, there's still plenty left to improve."

You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out eventually. Keep working as you normally do, try not to stress too much over the deadline, and even if things go wrong at some point, don't go too hard on yourself. It wouldn't take away any progress you've made so far."

Fred's body relaxed just a bit and he looked down at you. He couldn't deny the sense of serenity that he felt only when he was with you. Even as a careless young boy, he was able to pinpoint the way his midriff would clench every time you'd laugh at his jokes or ask him to play with you, without knowing what it all meant.

But now, as a grown man, he had a word to describe the bittersweet fire within.

"You know what?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could really benefit from having someone like you around to give me motivation."

"Motivation, huh?" you raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. Fred sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Yes, motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"Marketing strategies, work projects…" he shrugged nonchalantly, "...among other things."

You quickly caught on, suddenly becoming way too self-aware of the way you were practically cuddled into Fred's side, hand resting on his shoulder while his were wrapped around your waist. But his shining confidence seemed to rub off on you, because you asked.

"What's with you offering me a job all of a sudden?"

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he took his sweet time devouring you with his darkened gaze. You didn't know whether you wanted to hide from it, or expose yourself even further to the way it burned its way straight to your core.

"Well…" Fred dragged out in his low, hoarse voice, and caressed your cheek with his thumb before slipping it under your chin to guide it towards his face. You could nearly taste the remaining flavour of champagne on his lips. "I've certainly been feeling…"

Fred went quiet as he got lost in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms; you had always meant to be there, he realised. His mouth crashed into yours, hands tightly gripping your waist, and you let out a gasp. Fred's lips were soft, although slightly chapped, and they moved gently but firmly against yours, turning you into their slave. Your palms naturally slid up his chest and he closed any remaining distance between your bodies by placing you to straddle his lap. The kiss was a dance of pushing forward and pulling back, two lovers having finally found their rhythm after years of living in fearful desire. You were positively drunk on his taste, on him, and you wished to never become sober.

When your need for air overcame the one for physical contact, you pulled away. Your chests were heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, hearts beating in synch like they had always done. You let a finger tenderly trace his cheekbone down to his jawline, then it came back up to draw different affectionate patterns on his face.

"What were you saying?" you asked, clearly out of breath. "How were you feeling?"

He fondly took your hand that was caressing his skin, and lifted it up to press feather-light kisses on your knuckles. His lips retraced their path until they reached the tips of your fingers, and he kissed those with the gentlest of touch.

You heart ached pleasurably from the way he was handling you with such care, much more than you ever believed he was capable of.

After minutes of worshipping you by the moonlit lake, Fred looked back at you as though you were his entire world. And replied with a smile.

"Inspired."

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[xilamoc]

RE0 is Probably my favorite game in the series after Revelations 2, i'm aware it's deeply flawed but what hooked me into it was Rebecca and Billy's dynamic throughout the game, seeing them slowly build trust in one another in a way that felt organic (for the most part) was nice to see. I especially liked the storytelling through gameplay approach this game used in order to better convey the strenghtening of their relationship.

Another thing i really liked was Rebecca's character expansion, unlike most people, i don't find Rebecca to be inconsistent as a character at all, the only thing RE0 did was expand upon the small foundation of the character we saw in RE1, in RE1 Rebecca's traits are that she's kind, polite, smart, Impulsive, doesn't listen to others at times selfishly prioritizing what she wants to do, (most noticeable when we tell her not to play the piano in RE1), and is somewhat snarky (seen when she jokingly mocks herself for not being able to play the piano, and when we allow her to play the piano in RE1).

In RE0 She plays out with these same exact traits with only one new one being added to her, that being her dislike of being vulnerable as she thinks this will lead to be seen as incompetent or "less than" by others (ironic considering the fandom's opinion of her) due to this, she does whatever she can to show as little vulnerabilty as possible in order to prove that she is independent and can handle herself, this is established in Rebecca and Billy's second encounter, as soon as Billy is able to see right through her "tough and strong" facade and spot her fear and insecurity, Rebecca tries to prove him wrong by going upstairs alone, this goes terribly wrong and Rebecca is saved by Billy, while thankful for Billy's intervention, she still tries to pull her "tough and strong" act that Billy can clearly see through.

Throughout the rest of the game Rebecca and Billy strengthen their trust in each other, and remove layers of protection being more and more vulnerable as time goes by, in Rebecca's case her layers peel themselves everytime she needs the help of Billy, due to the fact that asking for help in her mind is a sign of vulnerability, her final layer being her SCREAMING at the top of her lungs for Billy's help franctically when she's literally hanging on her life, afterwards all of her layers of defense are removed and Billy and her work together seamlessly throughout the rest of the game as a team fully trusting each other and recognizing their strenghts and weaknesses while respecting and trusting each other, it was there when Billy saved her one last time that Rebecca finally realized that being vulnerable wasn't bad and that it didn't mean she was going to be seen as incompetent by other people, the final cutscene against the queen leech perfectly encapsulating Rebecca's growth throughout the game, whereas Rebecca in the beginning would've taken the Magnum just to prove to Billy how strong, capable and fearless she is, she now throws the Magnum at Billy instead of using it herself as she recognizes he is more experienced and capable than her and doesn't see it as something she needs to try and hide and feel ashamed about, instead, she embraces her vulnerability and accepts that is a part of her.

This Arc Enhances Rebecca's character and puts more layers to her than she had previously, in RE1 we just saw a openly vulnerable and somewhat insecure young girl, but RE0 shows us just how much it took for Rebecca to get to a point where she was comfortable being vulnerable and showing insecurity to others.

As for Billy, he's just Rebecca's Manic Pixie Dream Boyfriend that solely exists to help her develop and to contrast with her good girl vibes (if the way he is sexualized by wearing a tank top instead of a prison jumpsuit didn't tell you that already), While the writers attempted to give Billy's character some complexity by throwing a backstory on him, it's clear that they only used it as a copout to add fake depth to him, as said backstory seems to be mostly irrelevant to both the narrative and the character himself.

Billy's main character traits are that he is Overconfident and Cocky, the game seems to toy with the idea of him using his overconfidence and cockyness to mask the genuine attachment he is slowly gaining towards Rebecca, which makes sense, given that he is supposed to go on death row, this is more evident by seeing the differences in how Rebecca and Billy express to the other their corcern for their safety when the other is going to the back deck to try and manipulate the control panel for the emergency brake, while Rebecca is able to articulate to Billy a "be careful" without too much worry, Billy instead chooses to say "don't screw up, ok?" to Rebecca, showcasing how hard Billy is trying to dissasociate from his real feelings for her, his first wall is broken when he sets aside his Overconfident attitude at the beginning of the game in order to save Rebecca, after the train derailment, his second wall is broken when, Billy, for the first time in the game, openly expresses his concern about Rebecca's safety after the train is derailed, however, after this, is where a big gap is made, and Billy's potential as a character is wasted, while Billy has broken some walls, he's at a point where his attachment to Rebecca has broken his laid back overconfident attitude he uses to distance himself of her, but never in the narrative is it established that Rebecca is able to see through it at some point the same way Billy was able to back in the train, as such, Rebecca never confronts Billy about his coldness towards her, a confrontation that could've been used during the final rebecca saving in the torture room, this coldness towards her could've been used to lead up to Billy opening up about his past in a more natural and less forced manner that in the final game (because it reads as highly unlikely to me that just because he helped her a couple of times he sees a different side of him, for all she cares he is doing it only to up the chances of survival, Rebecca is naive not stupid), using his backstory as an explanation as to why he acts the way he does towards her.

Honestly, if it wasn't for that and the fact that Billy just so happened to be partnered up with a character with a better written development than him that he has a lot of chemistry with i probably wouldn't like him as much as i do.

The writers at large seemed to favor Rebecca and her development in this game, everything else seems to be an afterthought, which probably explains why this game feels so messy.

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Why would you do this to me now I'm sad how dare you separate those 2????I'm gonna cry now

Does Pepa find happiness in that time-line? I just want my girl to be happy maybe she moves and no one sees her for years and she finds some sort of freedom maybe in that time-line she is the Bruno of the family who disappears and no one talks about (because of her gift she wouldn't live in the walls so she would actually have to leave the encanto)

Aww, I'm sorry! If it makes you feel any better, it also made me very sad. It was the saddest angstiest thing I could think of!

Honestly, I wanted to think about this AU as little as possible since it was so heartbreaking, but you got me wondering. Seeing as her family doesn't really seem to pay attention to her here, due to antiquated gender roles and ideals she really has nothing to lose by leaving. She and Carlos split amicably and decide to stay friends. It wasn't really something that was done, but they had never been very keen on following rules. He genuinely does love her and want what's best for her, so he'd rather keep her as a friend than have her be miserable as his wife. To clarify, it might have seemed like he was trying to stifle her emotions, but he just didn't want her to be hurting. Which can be damaging in its own way, but it wasn't like Alma's harping about Pepa's clouds.

Newly single and tired of small town life, she runs away one night, following the river out of the mountains. Of course, this is the final straw for Alma, who then erases Pepa from the family ("we don't talk about Pepa!") Julieta's kids grow up hearing whispered rumors about their strange tía Pepa. For a long time, Julieta begged Bruno to see what would happen with Pepa and whether she'd come back, but gave up after he had too many conflicting visions. He told her that Pepa was going to choose her own path in life, and that it wasn't something he could see. They both felt like part of them was missing, their trio down to a duo.

Meanwhile, Pepa traveled, exploring Colombia and seeing what life was like outside the encanto. She was fascinated to learn about modern advancements and settled down in a city, loving the excitement of urban life. It was a nice change of pace from the sleepy encanto. But her favorite part was realizing that her gift had stopped working as soon as she left the mountains. Apparently it was only meant for the encanto after all. Free from the burden of constantly policing her emotions, she starts to heal and learns to express herself more openly. She has relationships, some short some long, but (cliche alert) the most important relationship she nurtures is her relationship with herself. After so many years of being criticized until she felt worthless, Pepa finally learned to value herself and prioritize her needs.

Eventually, she gets homesick and wants to see her family. She finds the mountain range where the encanto is nestled and takes a deep breath before climbing through the pass. The clouds rolling overhead take her by surprise; she'd been away so long that her gift was only a memory. But she'd worked on herself, so she didn't resort to her mantra of "clear skies". Sometimes she felt lousy. It was allowed. By the time she descended into the valley, the clouds had largely lifted. As she approached town, they came back with a vengeance. When she got to the town, kids pointed at her and whispered. Although she'd gotten stronger, she still couldn't deal with people talking about her, so she skirted the edge of town until she got to Casita.

It had grown in her absence. Obviously Julieta's kids must have their own rooms now. And Bruno's kids- did Bruno have kids? Did he end up marrying? She wasn't expecting to be welcomed back, but she could hope, couldn't she?

She waited until night had fallen, wanting to avoid any dramatic scenes. It was actually Bruno who first saw her. His face lit up and he ran up to hug his favorite sister (don't tell Julieta!). He knew she'd find her way back home. They ran to Julieta's room to share the good news with her, planning to tell everyone else at breakfast the next day. But their commotion woke up all the inhabitants in the house.

Alma looked like she'd seen a ghost. Heart sinking, Pepa began to back away, ready to leave, when her mother strode up to her and wrapped her up in a tight hug. Turns out, after hearing how much he missed his sister, Bruno's wife (so he was married!) had given Alma an earful. But it had been too late to find Pepa; no one had any idea where she'd gone. The rumor mill churned and Alma, too grief stricken to try to put an end to it, shut away that part of her in the same place she stored her love for Pedro. So much loss had befallen their family. She didn't think she would ever see her daughter again, but here she was, back after so many years.

So the reunion didn't exactly go as planned. All of the kids peered out from their bedrooms, unsure how to react. Isabela and Luisa were too young to remember their tía Pepa, and Mirabel (oh, she looked so much like Julieta! Pepa's heart grew full!) hadn't even been born yet. Two more little heads lined the other side of the hallway; they must be Bruno's (Pedro and Antonia, she later found out). There was much crying and celebrating. No one said a word about the torrential downpour she unleashed on them.

Gradually, she got acclimated to being back in the encanto. Her gift didn't act up as much anymore since she'd learned to harness her emotions. It took her some time before she was ready to go into town again, but finally Julieta convinced her that it would be good for her. On her way out the door, Julieta mentioned that Félix's wife had left him. Something about knowing his heart belonged to someone else. Having dropped that bombshell on her, Julieta gave her a knowing smile and wished her luck.

Pepa wandered around aimlessly for a while, taking in the encanto. Nothing had really changed while she was gone, and she was glad for the familiarity. Lost in her reverie, she heard someone call her name.

At the end of the street was Félix. His face lit up in the biggest smile she'd ever seen. The rainbow that hung over her head said everything.

So, it took them a while, but our lovebirds get together in the end! I can't bear to have them be apart forever.