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Could I possibly interest you in this? I give you, owl white, in full owl form, the fluffiest form I have to offer, the finest floof and warmth
Oh i would pay 400,000,000 sunflower seeds for this absolutely ADORABLE Diligence!!!?!
For now, though.... i will settle for providing them with a fellow owl to chill with
Please excuse me why I sob over world's most ADORABLE Diligence.
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Ok so. I'm working on Flash Headcanons for Gender but... I don't know that many genders. So in the meantime...
Incorrect Quotes Part: 1
(using the Incorrect Quotes generator)
Heartslabyul
(ft. Che'nya and MC)
Riddle: What does 'take out' mean?
Trey: Food.
Deuce: Dating
Cater: Murder
Ace: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.
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(At 3am)
Riddle, after drinking too much coffee: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?
Ace: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies
Deuce: Socks are Feetie Heaties
Cater: Forks are Stabby Grabbies
Ace: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties
Deuce: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies
Cater: Stamps are Lickie Stickies
Trey, annoyed: You are disappointments
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Riddle: Are any of you d-
Cater: Depressed?
Trey: Drained?
Deuce: Dumb?
Ace: Disliked?
Riddle: -done with Professor Crewel's homework... what is wrong with you people...
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(During winter break Riddle attempts to talk to his mother. It doesn't go well.)
Riddle: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?
Deuce: Several traffic violations.
Ace: Three counts of resisting arrest.
Cater: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.
Trey: Also, that’s not our car.
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Trey: Nothing in life is free.
Deuce: Love is free!
Cater: Adventure is free.
Riddle: Knowledge is free.
Ace: Everything is free if you take it without paying.
(Trey was not amused)
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Trey, talking about Che'nya: So uhhh... my question is: my friend keeps on going into the pantry and grabbing handfuls of fettuccine... uncooked...
Cater: I would hope they're not grabbing handfuls of cooked fettuccine!
Riddle: In our pantry!
Trey: Yeah... and eating them raw, and they keep calling them 'chips'. ... How do I make them stop?
Cater: Is your friend here?
Trey, motioning to Che'nya's floating head: Yeah.
Ace, to Che'nya: You're a monster! Words MEAN things! >:(
Deuce: Does anybody remember- I haven't been to Olive Garden in... about a few months- but they DO have a like- fettuccine bottle that you can just- grab em out of and chew-
Deuce, to Ace and MC: HOLD ON. WAS THIS A PRANK YOU GUYS PULLED ON ME WHEN WE WENT TO OLIVE GARDEN ?!
Deuce: NO, STOP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP. DO THEY GIVE YOU RAW FETTUCCINE TO CHEW ON IN THE LOBBY OF THE OLIVE GARDEN
Everyone else: No.
Deuce, to Ace and Mc: YOU FUCKIN BASTARDS
Ace: OH MY GOD YOU ACTUALLY FELL FOR IT-
MC: THE PRESTIGE!
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Deuce: I’m an idiot.
Ace:
Riddle:
Cater:
Trey:
MC:
Deuce:
Ace: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.
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Ace: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?
Riddle: Have everyone stand.
Deuce: Bring three more chairs!
Cater: The most important ones can sit down.
Trey, quietly: Kill three.
Everyone: ... :0
(unhinged Trey gives me fuel)
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Riddle: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life
Trey: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!
Deuce: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!
Cater: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
Ace: My moral code, is that you?
Riddle:
Riddle: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my father gave me but do you guys need a hug?
(Dad Rosehearts is a good father agenda.)
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Riddle: What did you guys get in your yearbook? I got 'most likely to succeed'
Ace, confused: 'Prettiest Smile'
Cater, totally not bitter: 'Nicest Personality'
Deuce, also bitter: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'
Trey: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'
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Trey: What’s something you guys are better than Riddle at?
Deuce: Mario Kart.
Cater: Yeah, video games.
Ace: Emotional vulnerability.
(That's a lie Ace. No one in NRC is good at that.)
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Riddle, trying his best: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need!
Cater: To the town?
Riddle: Yeah, no matter what!
Trey: Well- How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?
Riddle: I... I don't know!
Ace: Oh come off it, be serious!
Riddle: I am serious!
Ace: You're insane!
Deuce: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!
Everyone:
Riddle: What???
Deuce: Or maybe it was a basset hound!
Ace, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!
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Riddle: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right
Ace: Looking right because you left
Deuce: Looking up cause you let me down
Cater: Looking down cause you fucked up
Trey, just trying to bake/ confused on how they got Riddle into this: What is wrong with you guys
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MC: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Deuce will and will not eat.
Ace: Grass? Yes!
Cater: Moss? Yes!!
MC: Leaves? Ohh, yes!
Cater: Shoelaces? Strange but true!
Ace: Worms? Sometimes!
MC: Rocks? Usually nah.
Ace: Twigs? Usually!
Cater: Riddle's cooking? Inconclusive...
Trey: How did you… test this?
Ace: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.
Trey: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.
Riddle: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?
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Trey, trying to convince Riddle to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong!
Ace: And strict!
Deuce: And grumpy!
Ace: And oblivious to reality!
MC, bitter from Riddle insulting them in chapter one: And a fucking ASSHOLE.
Trey:
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Deuce: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?
Ace: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.
Riddle: Three of us saw it, Ace. How do you explain that?
Ace: points at Trey Sleep deprivation. points at MC Paranoia. points at Cater Delusional personality disorder.
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(Playing one of those card games like cards against humanity)
Riddle, reading off the card: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?
Ace: Rude.
Deuce: That’s fair.
Cater: Not again.
Trey: Are you going to want this back?
Riddle:
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Riddle: Where's Ace, Deuce, and Cater?
Trey: They're playing hide and seek.
Riddle: Where?
Trey: I don't think you get how this game works.
(Riddle with his lack of childhood)
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(Authors Note: Hope you enjoy this while I figure out both their gender and my own...)
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Sebastian Sallow and the Mystery of the Black Cat (O.G x Animagus!Reader x Sebastian Sallow)
Sebastian meets a cat who behaves like an asshole. He's a little bit dumb, very jealous and very, very much in love with his friends.
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Reader can be read as cis or as a transman. Reader can also be read as any race. Also posted to my Ao3
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The first time Sebastian saw the black cat, it had been in the potions classroom.
It was laying on top of the counter, next to the stove Sebastian was using. Amber eyes cracked ever so slightly open when Sebastian approached the potion station with an outstretched hand.
The black fur felt soft underneath his fingertips. Its coat was shiny and well kept. It had white socks on every foot except its back left paw. The one on the front right was up high compared to the others too. Soft, pink toe beans greeted Sebastian when the cat turned on its back. Sebastian rubbed underneath its chin, the cat purring appreciatively.
"Well, aren't you adorable? Are you professor Sharp's cat?" He said to the cat. The cat just purred in response, eyes closing. Sebastian chuckled and checked in with his potion. It was a batch of wiggenweld potions he made for the new fifth year, at his new friend's request. The batch was finished, glowing a neon green in the cauldron. Perfect. He started filling up the glass flasks with the liquid. Quickly, he realised he didn't have enough flasks.
The cat, who had been staring at the student for a while now, meowed. Sebastian booped its nose. "I'm going to pick up some more flasks. Can you keep an eye on my cauldron, little friend?" He asked. Something sparkled inside the honey coloured eyes. It meowed again and started licking its paw. Sebastian took it as a yes.
That was his mistake. The second he had his back turned to the cat, he heard the sound of glass breaking.
Sebastian quickly turned around to see if the cat was okay. The cat was very much alright. In fact, it was calmly sitting on the counter, looking down at the broken potion on the ground. It noticed Sebastian was looking. Its paw moved towards the next potion, softly pushing the flask to the edge of the counter. "Don't you dare do it," Sebastian whispered, loud enough for the cat to hear.
The mischievous eyes were locked with Sebastian's as the cat pushed the other potion off the desk too. A high pitched squeal left Sebastian's mouth as he rushed to the potion station. The cat jumped off and ran out of the classroom. "No, don't you dare run off you little bastard!" Sebastian exclaimed as he kneeled next to the puddle on the floor.
"Mister Sallow!" The door to Sharp's office swung open with quite a lot of force. It slammed against the stone next to it with a loud bang. The ex-auror took a second to assess the situation in front of him. Sebastian still sat on his knees next to the puddle, though fear was visible on his face. "Mister Sallow. Would you mind explaining to me what this is all about?" Sharp shot a piercing glare Sebastian's way.
"Sir, your cat - it threw my potion on the floor." Sebastian tried to explain.
Sharpe frowned at this. "Don't be ridiculous, Mister Sallow. I don't have a cat." He stated firmly. "Now, are you going to clean that up?"
The second time was while Sebastian was in the library. For once he was not sneaking in the restricted section. He was sitting at a table with his nose buried in his astronomy book. He felt how something warm jumped onto his lap. The Slytherin looked down to see the cat (who he had named Bastard since the potion incident) settle on his lap. It looked at Sebastian with a cocky look in its eyes.
The intensity of Bastard's stare was like a challenge. Sebastian couldn't figure out what it wanted or what it was going to do. Regrettably, he took too long as the black cat climbed onto the table and laid down on top of his homework.
Sebastian groaned.
"Please leave. I need to finish 20 inches on the discovery of Jupiter," he asked, trying to stay polite even though he had no reason to be. It was an animal, after all.
"Meow." The cat stated, factually. It got up and knocked his book off the table when it jumped off. It shot Sebastian a glare and Sebastian felt guilty for sending the cat away. Then, Bastard disappeared around the corner.
Sebastian wondered whose cat it was so he could tell them how rude Bastard was. With the amount of cats that had free reign to go wherever they pleased inside of the school, Sebastian doubted he’d ever find them. He groaned and bent over to pick up his book and saw that the paper had folded and one of the pages was torn at the top.
“Hey, Sebastian! I didn’t know you were studying here as well!” His new friend walked up to him and put his books down on the opposite side of the table. Then, he sat down with a heart warming smile on his face. Sebastian waved a little and put the book down on the table again.
“Hello there. I was trying to work on my paper for astronomy, but someone’s cat decided against that. Did you see it leave?” Sebastian asked. His friend frowned at the question.
“Cat? Sebastian, what are you talking about? I didn’t see anything,” He looked very worried at Sebastian. The latter was too stunned to speak. His friend took Sebastian’s hand. “Maybe you’re overworked. You should take a break! Let’s go to the Three Broomsticks to unwind a little.”
*
The third time, it was in the Slytherin common room.
Bastard was laying next to Ominis on the couch, purring away. Ominis was reading a book and petting the cat at the same time, sitting close to the fire. Sebastian narrowed his eyes when he walked in and saw the scene in front of him.
“Ominis. What is that cat doing next to you?” He asked, sitting down on the other couch.
Ominis didn’t move to answer, fingers still going over the page. “He’s a cat, Sebastian. He doesn’t do much, besides sleeping the day away.” He said. The cat cracked open an eye to look at Sebastian, almost as if it heard and understood the conversation between the friends.
“Wait. Bastard is a male cat?” Sebastian blurted out the question using the nickname he’d given the cat. Ominous sighed and closed his book. He leaned over to place the object down on the table. The cat took this as a sign to climb onto his lap and make himself comfortable.
“You named him Bastard?”
“Yeah, the little shit has only ever thrown my items onto the floor. Including potions in the classroom, which wasn’t fun to explain to Sharp.”
Ominis chuckled at his friend. Sebastian wished he was the cat, he wanted to sleep on Ominis' lap, too. He ignored that thought and opted to simply glare daggers into the soft asshole currently purring at the way Ominis scratched behind his ears. Again, the cat appeared to look at him with a ton of cockiness in his amber eyes.
The battle for Ominis' attention was on.
*
The weeks after, Bastard started appearing more and more around Sebastian. The cat made Sebastian's life a hell in a way the wizard didn't think a cat was able to. Constantly breaking stuff, laying on top of items Sebastian needed to use and mostly just sticking to Ominis' side.
Sebastian couldn't believe it either, but he was jealous of a cat.
Then there was his friend. The prodigy had been there to listen to his complaints about the animal. They were very kind and considerate of Sebastian, who'd only been complaining lately. Even now, in the dorm.
"I don't understand it, really. What does that thing have that I don't?" He was laying on his back, head hanging over the edge as he burned a hole into Ominis' bed with his eyes. They'd been hanging out for a while now, on their rainy Saturday afternoon.
His handsome friend - who was practising some charms on his own bed - shrugged. "Whiskers? A tail? We could be here for a while if I need to list every single thing the cat has that you don't." He commented as he made an apple float in the air.
Sebastian groaned in frustration.
"Sebastian, calm down. You're jealous of a cat. Just confess your undying love to Ominis already, then you can be scratched behind your ears and be told you're a good boy too." The fifth year looked away from the floating apple, turning his head to look at Sebastian. Sebastian, meanwhile, flushed a deep scarlet.
"I don't know what you're talking about. And it sounds like you're thinking of a dog, not a cat."
"My point still stands. I really don't mind hearing you out, but it's painful to watch how much you're in love with Ominis," his friend paused to pluck the apple out of the air. Sebastian watched as he took a bite out of the apple and he felt something familiar stir in his stomach. The same feeling he got when he looked at Ominis. He filed the thought away in the furthest dusty cabinet in his brain. "Watching you deny your feelings is way more painful than the cruciatus curse. And I would know, since you cast it on me."
Sebastian groaned. "I told you I was sorry."
"I know, it was a joke. I like watching you squirm. Makes you look prettier." He replied. He got up and tossed the remains of his apple in the bin. "Anyway. I'm heading out, you're being boring. See you later!"
Sebastian watched his friend leave. A soft blush was present on his face. Did he just call Sebastian pretty? Purely out of instinct, Sebastian got up to chase them and ask about it. When he left the dorm room however, he was greeted by an empty hallway.
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Truthfully. He'd only put his wand onto the floor next to him to tie his shoelaces again when something soft and dark rushed past him. Sebastian had looked up to see the cocky fucker peak just around the corner, his wand in Bastard's little mouth.
"Give it back." He commanded the cat. Bastard looked up at Sebastian, eyes yet again filled with mischief. The Slytherin was certain the cat understood him, especially since he was always challenging the human. Sebastian got back up and walked over.
Of course, Bastard had other plans and ran away. Sebastian cursed and ran after the cat. They ran through the corridors of Hogwarts, Sebastian focused on the white tip of Bastard's tail. If he was able to pay any attention, he'd have noticed the hallways were all abandoned.
Sebastian crashed into someone after coming around a corner. He was barely able to save himself and the person, who happened to be none other than his best friend. Holding Ominis tightly, he checked where Bastard went. He was sitting on a bench, looking at the two students with an amused look in his eyes. "Sorry Ominis," Sebastian said, eyes not leaving the amber eyes. "I was chasing Bastard, he took my wand."
Ominis appeared to be amused. "Oh, really now? A cat took your wand?" Sebastian wanted to punch and/or kiss the smugness off of Ominis’ beautiful face. Ominis had no reason to be smug either, it was not like he made the cat…
“Did you make the cat bother me?” The accusation came out a bit harsher than he had meant to. He was just so sick of the animal bothering him so much. And he wanted answers, too.
His best friend started laughing out loud. He didn’t say anything, just turned around and tried to find the cat with his wand. He eventually did and kneeled down in front of Bastard. Ominis took the wand from the jaws of the monster. “Thank you,” he said. He leaned down to kiss the top of Bastard’s hair. The cat purred and rubbed his head against Ominis’ cheek.
Sebastian’s wand was placed into his hand. Sebastian quietly thanked his friend, glad he didn’t have to get close to Bastard himself. “You owe me,” Ominis turned back to Sebastian with a grin on his face.
“Yeah yeah. Just tell me when I can do something for you,” Sebastian replied, rolling his eyes with a smile. He thought Ominis was joking. Ominis stepped closer to Sebastian.
“I know something,” Ominis stated, something indescribable on his face. Sebastian had never seen this expression on his friend’s face. It was a mix of determination and something else. It made Sebastian feel equal parts scared and attracted to his friend. Ominis took a step closer towards Sebastian, now standing in Sebastian’s personal space.
Was this still a joke? What was Ominis doing? Blood rushed to his face, turning him a nice scarlet red. He could smell Ominis now, it did things to Sebastian. Did it suddenly get hotter? “W-What do you propose?” He stuttered. He stuttered . Anne would probably laugh her ass off if Sebastian ever told her this.
Sebastian’s brain short-circuited when he felt Ominis’ lips on his own. Out of reflex more than anything, he took a step back; the kiss had been way too intense for Sebastian’s unprepared mind. He took the time to stare at his best friend, mouth wide open. Ominis now looked a bit insecure, toying with the sleeves of his robes a bit.
“Are you… Mocking me?” Sebastian asked, softly. Ominis’ eyes widened at the question, clearly confused.
“Sebastian. I’d never mock you with something like this. I’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted you for the longest time now,” Ominis confessed, making Sebastian feel dizzy with just his words. “I was too stupid to see you wanted me, too. Until he pointed it out to me.”
Sebastian folded his arms across his chest. “Explain. Now.” He gave his friend a stern look. “This doesn’t mean no, by the way. I just want to know who he is.”
His best friend smiled a little. “It’s our friend. He… Put things in perspective for me. How I feel about you, for example. He said it was obvious you were interested in me as well. I started noticing he was right, so I decided to take the leap with both of you.” Ominis’ explanation made sense. Sebastian decided he disliked that their friend read Ominis better than he himself did. Ominis had always been hard to read, Sebastian only started being able to read him better last year. And their friend knew him for less than a year and figured him out pretty quickly.
Sebastian blinked. “Wait. Both of you?” he asked.
He saw how Bastard jumped off the stone bench behind Ominis. Then, suddenly, their friend was standing behind Ominis, stretching out his limbs. Sebastian let out a high pitched squeal and jumped. Their friend chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around Ominis.
“He means you and me. Because, well, I like you both,” His soothing voice answered Sebastian’s question instead of Ominis. “Sorry, Seb. I haven’t been entirely honest to you. I’m an Animagus.”
Sebastian pointed at the boy. “You’re the one who keeps messing with me! I knew you understood the things we were saying!” He loudly exclaimed. He tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach at the sight of his friends standing in front of him like this. “How long have you known, Ominis?”
The memory of seeing Ominis and Bastard (in cat form) relaxing on the couch in the common room came to mind. It kind of pissed Sebastian off, if he was being honest. Ominis, ever perceptive of his friend’s behaviour, spoke up. “I’ve known for a few days. When he confessed his feelings for both of us to me. We were devising a plan to confess to you, though I didn’t know he was going to do it out of nowhere like this.”
Bastard let go of Ominis and moved to stand next to him. He reached for Sebastian’s hand and squeezed it tight. “I just couldn’t wait any longer. I want you two to be mine,” he stated, pretty eyes darting between his two friends. Sebastian’s blush returned to his face. He let himself be pulled closer by Bastard, his two friends now in his personal space. He watched as Bastard moved behind Ominis again and whispered something in Ominis’ ear, then kissed his cheek. Ominis’ cheeks turned a dusty pink as he blushed. It made Sebastian’s stomach flip.
A hand cupped Sebastian’s jaw. It slid up and behind his head, fingers weaving through his brown hair. It was Bastard (he really wasn’t going to let go of this nickname), who looked at him with the mischievous eyes Sebastian had come to know from his cat form. Honestly, how he didn’t put two and two together and figured it out quickly was beyond him. He didn’t have time to think as he saw Ominis lean in again.
This time, Sebastian was prepared for the kiss. Ominis’ lips were soft and gentle for no reason, but they were. They went beyond Sebastian's wildest dreams and suddenly it felt all too real. He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around Ominis as they kissed. He felt another set of lips below his ear; they were a bit rougher, more chapped but pleasant nonetheless.
Eventually, Ominis pulled back for air. His lips were red and swollen and he looked soft. His guard was fully down now. It warmed Sebastian’s heart. Then, Bastard kissed him, but only briefly. He smirked and appeared to be satisfied with himself.
Sebastian sighed. “Fine. If Bastard stops throwing my stuff off surfaces, I’ll be yours.”
The Animagus laughed. “Aw, you’re really going to keep using that nickname for me? And we only just got together, sweetcheeks.”
Sebastian cringed at that nickname. “Shut up, before I change my mind.”
Again, Bastard laughed and Ominis chuckled too. Sebastian rolled his eyes and rested his head on Ominis' shoulder, blowing air into Bastard's neck. It was the happiest he had felt in a few years and silently, he really didn't mind his new lover's prankis if it ended up like this.
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Professor sock bastard
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Fine, have a comic script. I can't find an artist anyway.
The Weird Go Pro: A Neo American Pulp Story
Character Summaries:
Professor Laban Shrewsbury
- Hunter S. Thompson style; brown khaki shorts, black socks, Chuck Taylors, printed button-up shirt covered by a khaki fishing vest with multiple pockets. His face is often mostly covered up by Aviator sunglasses, except for in one shot when he is festering, horrible, eyeless sockets, which are uncovered.
Beccah Meinard
- Similar to Bella Swan from Twilight Sagas, except she is chubby and poorly dressed. She wears jeans, a bad cardigan sweater over a t-shirt and sneakers.
Edmund
- A hulky monstrous brute with a face like a rat or a vampire bat. Instead of having the classic incisors, he has pointed buck teeth similar to some sort of strange rodent, in addition to having pointy ears. In one of the shots he looks like Edward from Twilight, except with comically large vampire fangs. His wardrobe is a simple v-neck t-shirt, jeans and sneakers.
Page 1: 2 panels. Panel 1: full page. Panel 2: small corner inset in lower right side of Panel 1.
Panel 1: High angle birds eye view of a school hallway. Nighttime, the walls are lined with lockers. Beccah is lying against a locker in the lower left corner of the shot. Laban is kneeling behind her, to her side, and over her.
Laban: Here, take this
Beccah: Uhmm....what is it?
Laban: It’ll help
Beccah: What is wrong?
Laban: Yer head is confused, this'll confuse it more, but it’ll help.
Beccah: It’s dark, I can’t see.
Laban: Here, I have a torch in my bag.
Panel 2: A comic “CLICK” runs along the left border of the panel. A close-up shot of Beccah’s face, twisted in discomfort from a flashlight beam being pointed at her.
Beccah: Who are you?
Page 2: 3 panels. Panel 1: 1/2 page. Panels 2 & 3: 1/4 page.
Panel 1: Close up of an illuminated shot of Laban’s face. He is not wearing his sunglasses, his dark, gaping eye sockets are visible and he’s grinning in a crazed heroic smile. A dramatic comic scream creeps up along the right side of the panel.
Laban: I’m Professor Laban Shrewsbury, Doctorate of Anthropology of the Weird.
Panel 2: A mid level pulled back shot of the hallway. Laban is on the left side, Beccah is on the right. A lantern is between the two of them. Laban is looking in a bag and grabbing his sunglasses out with one hand, his other is over a surprised Beccah’s mouth, and a comic “Gulp” is over her head as he is forcing something into her mouth.
Laban: Just shut up and take these, we don’t have time for you to start tweaking out this early.
Panel 3: Same shot as 2, Laban is putting on his sunglasses and Beccah has both hands over her mouth, looking shocked in the eyes.
Beccah: Just, what the frig! is going on here?
Laban: Your boyfriend, the Vampire, was about to drink your sweet, virginal blood, and I scared the rat faced bastard off. I’ve gotta get you clear-headed, and the fuck outta here.
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I’ve been thinking a lot about death a lot lately. I mean I am only sixteen, but it’s beginning to fee all so real to me in all this shit called my youth.
So much Hank P and me got into a huge fight at lunch about it and broke up. He seemed to think we shouldn’t even be worried about it at our age, and I think that the more we keep it close the more we will enjoy the short span of time we have.
He may look cute with his glasses and shaggy brown hair, but who wants to hang out with some guy who’s daily highlights are playing some magic card game with his friends at lunch break is so LAME!
GODDAMN HE IS SUCH A WEINER!!!!
In other news, my Potter drought is BROKEN! Cheri on Facebook told me about this new book with Vampires. It’s gonna be a MOVIE! SQUEEE!
Page 4: 3 panels. Panel 1: 1/4 page. Panel 2: 1/2 page. Panel 3: 1/4 page.
Panel 1: Same shot as Panel 3 on Page 2. Laban is looking at Beccah, who is looking petulant.
Beccah: I don’t know what you are talking about...
Laban: Are you sure? Think of the boy that gives you that gushy feeling.
Panel 2: A bright, glittery face shot of a sparkling Edward Cullen, looking gay with fangs and a starry-eyed shot of Beccah’s fact in the lower right corner of the panel. It has a dream-like feel to it all.
Edmund: Beccah, let me bite you, and we’ll be together forever.
Beccah: Oh Edmund, you’re so beautiful!
Panel 3: Almost the same shot as Panel 1. Laban is walking away with his bag and lantern in hand. Beccah is still leaning against the lockers as she watches him go.
Laban: Yeah, thats what I thought. C’mon those drugs need to kick in soon and I need to rearm in case bat boy comes back. Let’s find the cafeteria.
Beccah: What were those pills anyways?
Laban: Adderall or Meth, same difference.
Diary Page 5
I spent Lunch with Cheri today. We hung out behind the field house with her “Crew” . Most of them smoked and were very “artsy” which felt so refreshing to me. I talked with a few of them but me and Cheri mostly talked about the third Vampire book which we both started together.
OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD!
I envy her and her friends. They all seem to understand each other. They read such good books that reflect how dark life really is. Cheri shared her frappicino with me while we talked and I am totally addicted to coffee now, Yum!
Cheri was really popular with all the boys hanging out. I totally think she may have even had sex with a couple of them. I kinda jealous because they were all kinda cute and dark. I kinda wish I could be like her a little
Page 6: 6 panels. Page is divided into thirds. Top third is divided into 3 equal panels. Panel 4 is next 1/3. Panel 5 is 1/3. Panel 6 is last 1/3. Comic “Five Minutes Later” across top border.
Panels 1,2,3: All panels are tied together by one large word bubble coming from Panel 3. Panel 1: a close up of a Microwave timer counting down. Panel 2: Laban looking perturbed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Panel 3: Close of Beccah’s face, vertical, and open-mouthed, talking.
Beccah: OMG! I can’t believe you think that Edmund was gonna kill me! It’s totally not what you think! He’s beautiful and he never attacks humans. Just like that book, but only better, because it’s real!
Panel 4: A mid level drawn back shot of a school kitchen. A microwave is in the far left side of the shot. Laban is screaming petulantly, frustratingly. 1/3 of the way into the frame, at an incline, is Beccah, who is babbling, laying on top of a prep table in the right side of the shot. Beccah’s word bubble continues across the panel but half way through it is interrupted by a large comic “SHUT UP!!”
Beccah: I mean how surprised did you think I was.
SHUT UP!!!
Laban: Is everyone these days educated by pop culture, or are you an especially retarded example? Let me teach you something.
Panel 5: A close-up of Laban’s face looking quite serious. A word bubble goes into Panel 6.
Laban: Vampire is pronounced “Vam-pi-er”. They are not pretty. They are not sexy. They eat people and rape humanity. THEY. ARE. MONSTERS!
Panel 6: Same shot as the right side of Panel 4. Beccah is sitting up on her elbows (explain this visual better?), looking surprised in the direction of where Laban was in Panel 4.
Beccah: But Edmund twinkles in the light?!
Page 7: 5 Panels. Panel 1: 1/2 page. Panels 2 & 3 are 1/4 of page. Panel 2: 1/4 of width. Panel 3: 3/4 of width. Panels 4 & 5: last 1/4 of Page. Panel 4: 3/4 of width. Panel 5: 1/4 of width.
Panel 1: A waist up full shot of Laban yelled, frustrated with clenched fists, outlined dramatically.
Laban: REAL VAMPIRES DON’T SPARKLE UNTIL THE THIRD TAB OF MESCALINE!!! NOW, TAKE ANOTHER PILL!!!
Panel 2: A close up of microwave timer again, all zeros, with a comic “Beep, Beep”
Panel 3: A smaller version of Page 4.
Panel 4: Laban is slumping, looking defeated. Beccah is still looking at him, from her position, reclined on her elbows. A comic “Huff, Huff” is in front of Laban. In “telepathy” word bubbles, in the lower right corner is “Beccah, I’m here.”
Beccah: Why are you making microwave popcorn anyways?
Panel 4: A close up shot of an over-joyed Beccah’s face, with dramatic highlights.
Beccah: Edmund! He’s calling to me!
Panel 5: A larger shot of Panel 3. Laban is in the far left side of the panel, reaching out, and moving towards the right side of the panel. Beccah is hurdling off of the prep table, rushing towards the right side of the panel. A comic “Squeel” is coming from her.
Laban: Get back here you dizzey cunt!
Diary Page 8
I went down to the “Skid Hole” today to talk with Cheri about our book today, but she totally blew me off to make out with Phillip Hannigan. I don’t know why she likes him. He’s high all the time and smells like a skunk.
I ended up sitting against the field house wall, drinking my cold coffee, and talking with Chester Bennigan. At least I was trying to, while he sketched dirty pictures in his notebook. At least he was willing to say “huh” and “oh yeah” as I talked. I coulda been choking and Cheri wouldn’t have noticed. Chester heard about our book and thought it was “gay”, so I don’t know who to talk to about it.
There was a new guy at the Skid Hole too. He just kinda sat by himself over by the drainage hole. But, he kept staring at me all lunch. It kinda weirded me out. Chester said his name was Edmund and no one really knew him because he was new. I don’t know about the staring, but I can’t stop thinking about him.
Page 9: 3 panels. Panel 1: 1/4 of page. Panel 2: 1/4 of page. Panel 3: 1/2 of page.
Panel 1: Same shot as Panel 5, Page 5. An almost “time lapse” type shot of Laban grabbing a bag of popcorn from the microwave and then running out of the shot, to the right. He is bouncing the hot bag of popcorn in his hands. A word bubble is emanating from the last version of him, running off shot.
Laban: Get yer chubby ass back here. He’s not the fucking hero here!!!
Panel 2: Completely black, except for the word bubbles. Laban is on the left side of the Panel. Beccah and Edmund are on the right side of the panel.
Laban: Beccah, yer not chubby. I’m sorry. Get to college. I’m sure things will change. But for right now, at least get by me, if the drugs have taken hold.
Beccah: Oh Edmund, I’m sorry. I don’t think this weirdo understands. Just turn on a light and he’ll see you aren’t a monster.
Edmund: It’s okay Beccah, I’ll show him, he has no idea what’s going on.
Panel 3: Dark, no backgroud. All the light is emanating from lantern that Laban is holding out. Laban is hunched over, looking solemn, holding out the lantern on the left side of the shot. Beccah is holding herself against Edmund’s chest. Edmund is only visible from the chest down.
Laban: Beccah, you really need to get over here now before you see exactly what you are holding.
Beccah: No! You don’t understand. All you’ve done is confuse me with words, and weird pills.
Diary Page 10
Cheri totally called me up today to hang out at the mall. I borrowed my dad’s pick-up and we met in the food court and iced mochas, which is totally our new drink.
She told me her and Phillip are totally over. They were fun together, but all he wanted was one thing, and she didn’t want to be known for being some kind of whore. Even if she is, I am still kind of jealous. Most of my ex-boyfriends would have cared less about me. All the guys seem to just really want to be with her.
We went to Walden Books and I caught her up on our vampire book. The movie versions of the first book were on the shelves and the actors they chose were so PERFECT!!
The quiet guy from the Skid Hole, Edmund, was there. He kept starting at us (ME) and Cheri called him a creep. She says he has “rape eyes”. I think he’s just intense, and kinda cute.
Page 11: 3 panels. Panel 1: 1/2 page. Panel 2: 1/4 page. Panel 3: 1/4 page.
Panel 1: A dramatic action pose of Beccah and Edmund. Beccah is holding onto Edmund and screaming. Edmund is maliciously clutching her and looking like a fearsome monster. A comic “Ahhh” coming from Beccah.
Laban (the word bubble is coming in from off the shot): That’s why I’ve been giving you those pills, to break whatever kind of mind control he has on you.
Panel 2: Same style shot as Panel 3 on Page 6. Laban is still holding up the lantern. Beccah is in mid-frame, cowering in fear. Edmund is still in the same position as before, on the right side of the panel, except he is leaning over, looking menacing.
Laban: High doses of stimulants break the vampire mind control. You’re now seeing him as he really is.
Edmund: Hurrr?!
Panel 3. Same shot as Panel 2, except Beccah is contemplatively reaching forward towards Edmund. Laban is face palming himself.
Laban: You fat, dizzy, cunt!
Beccah: Oh my god Edmund! What did he do to you to turn you into this monster?
Edmund: Yes! Beccah!
Diary Page 12,13
OH MY GOD! I HAVE SO MUCH TO WRITE!!
I almost can’t believe what happened if I hadn’t seen it myself. It was totally poopie Sunday, raining and what not, so I decided to walk down to Wendy’s and get some nugs to eat and feel better on such a lame day.
I was walking across Wilmington Boulevard, when some dumb cunt in a mini-van hydroplaned coming up to the intersection. She was going to slide right into me at the crosswalk when I suddenly felt like I was flying. I was totally seeing my life flash before the backs of my eyelids when I felt myself land.
I opened my eyes and I was standing in the woods alongside Wilmington with Edmund. He was holding me, and looked so concerned! I was so surprised that I couldn’t talk! He said he saw me and grabbed me out of the way. I was so confused as to how quickly we got into the woods. I felt his hands on my arms. He was ice cold. I looked at his lips and saw fangs hiding behind them. Suddenly, the sky parted and the light hit his face.
HE SPARKLED!
I looked dumbfounded at him and could say only one thing, “You’re a vampire!”
He let go and walked away like I hit him. Then, he looked at me, and said, “Say Nothing.” Then he disappeared.
I can’t believe it! Edmund Is A Vampire!!
SQUEEEE!!!!!!!
Page 14: 5 panels. Page is divided into 3 panels on the top 1/4 of the page. Panel 4: middle 1/2 of page. Panel 5: takes up last 1/4 of page.
Panel 1: A shot of just Laban’s face, twisted in sick humor and anger.
Laban: Well, I guess I am not really the hero of this story now?
Panel 2: A close up of Beccah’s face. She is starry-eyed and full of adoration for Edmund.
Beccah: Take me Edmunch, and let’s show this creep how powerful our love is!
Panel 3: A close up of Edmund’s face. He’s excited, looking intense and tense with anger. Word bubbles are converging between Panels 2 & 3.
Edmund: Give me your virgin blood and I’ll be more powerful than you will ever imagine.
Panel 4: A dramatic mid level shot of Edmund biting Beccah’s neck, which is at a sick angle, her body is crumpled awkwardly in his arms. His eyes are locked intently, at the reader. A large come “BITE” is behind him.
Panel 5: Same type of shot as Panel 3, Page 7. Laban is hunched angrily looking at Edmund, who has Beccah hanging like a dead rabbit from his jaws.
Laban: I deserve better monsters than this... This has got to be the most sad-sacked pile of shit the agents of weirdness have thrown at me.
Diary Page 15
Edmund wasn’t at school today. It musta been too sunny for him, lol. I got home and did some vampire research. Not all of it jives with the books but I know not all of it is true. Like, Wikipedia says vampires are made by “errant spirits who enter bodies of the dead”, whatever. They also like the blood of virgins and sleep in graves. Edmund totally doesn’t do these things! I know it!
Oh my god, Edmund was just at my window. I guess you have to invited them in? But, my Dad only can do it, so Edmund says its best not to let him know. I told him about what I read on the net, and he totally says its all wrong! We’ve been talking all night, and he says that I am special. That’s why he was watching me all those times. We wants to be with me, but only if I am willing to give myself completely. I told him I need time to think. lol.
Page 16: Page is separated into 4 parts. Panel 1: 3/8 of page. Panel 2: 3/8 of 1/2 page. Panel 3: 3/8 of 1/2 page. Panel 4: 1/4 page. (did you do the math right on this, its fairly confusing?)
Panel 1: Same shote as Panel 5, Page 8. Laban is still hunched, and looking angrily at Edmund. Edmund is dramatically throwing Beccah’s crumpled up corpse from his jaws into the middle ground.
Edmund: Human! You have no idea the power of a Vampyre who has fed upon the blood of a willing virgin!
Panel 2: A close up of a very angry Laban Shrewsbury
Laban: Vampyre! I have fought gods and destroyed creatures fouler than some old world blood creature like you!
Panel 3: A close up of a very scary looking Edmund.
Edmund: What are you going to do? You’re an old man with no weapons, in the dark with a lantern, and not even the common sense to remove your sunglasses.
Panel 4: An over the shoulder shot of Edmund, looking at and even angrier Laban.
Laban: I am going to embarrass both you and me by throwing at you the dumbest thing I’ve ever used to defeat a monster, because humanity has yet again moved forward father than worthless monsters, such as yourself.
Diary Page 17, 18
I am totally done with Cheri! Remember how I wrote the other day, despite what Edmund said, I told her about what was going on between me and him? Well I thought she was gonna make fun of me and eventually once I gave myself to him, she would understand.
Well, being the bitch she is, she musta send an email about me to some “internet monster hunter.” She just wants to make fun of me and is just rubbing it in. This guy is the kinda weirdo they jokingly put on TV Shows to show how crazy some people can be. I mean his website must be from 1998 or something, on top of all the crazy shit he talks about. I mean, who believes in Bigfoot anymore?
He is supposedly a doctor or something and sent me a weird e-mail, warning me about how stupid I was being. Then, he went on about a whole bunch of mythical bullshit about how dangerous Edmund was. Cheri must be pissing herself with laughter right now.
I am gonna do it. I am giving myself to Edmund. Maybe after he makes me a vampire, I’ll got find Cheri and scare the crap out of her. I’ll find her in a dark alley and jump out of the shadows, be all pointy-teethed and screaming. I wouldn’t hurt her, naturally, because me and Edmund won’t be like that. We will go to Washington and live in the forest, and go to Seattle, hang out in the coffee shops and write real, but fictional stories about ourselves. I’m gonna call him and go to the school tonight.
Page 19: 4 panels. Page is separated into 1/3’s. Panels 1 & 2 are top 1/3, equal halves. Panel 3: 1/3 of page. Panel 4: 1/3 of page.
Panel 1: A close up of a bag of microwave popcorn dangling from Laban’s fingers. Bag is labeled “Movie Theatre Butter Blast.”
Panel 2: Another close up of Edmund’s fact, looking confused.
Edmund: Is that what you’re talking about?
Panel 3: Same type shot as Panel 1, Page 9. Laban is tossing the bag of popcorn, nonchalantly through the air. Edmund is still looking confused on the right side of the shot.
Laban: Here, catch.
Panel 4: Same shot as Panel 3. Laban is reaching into his front pocket grabbing something, on the left side of panel. Edmund is on the right side of the panel, juggling the bag of popcorn, which is spilling its contents all over him. “Ah” “Ah” “Ah” in comic style surrounds him.
Page 20: 3 panels. Panel 1: 1/3 of page. Panels 2 & 3: 2/3 of page, bisected angularly from the top right to the lower left.
Panel 1: A waist up shot of Edmund, shoulders slumped, looking defeated, and covered in popcorn.
Edmund: If this works, I am gonna fuck your corpse in hell...nightly.
Panel 2: A close up of Laban, shoulders up, smiling, lighting a 100’s cigarette, talking out of the side of his mouth.
Laban: Evidently, artificial butter flavoring is like holy water, garlic, crucifixes, and sunlight to you undead bastards!
Panel 3: Edmund is withering in pan, screaming at the heavens, bursting into flames, whilst covered in popcorn.
Edmund: THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!
Page 21: one panel, full page.
Panel 1: Laban is hunched angrily, taking a drag off of his cigarette. Walking towards the viewer. In the background, Edmund is burning horribly, turning disfigured and screaming. A comic “Scream” emanating from behind him.
Laban: If it wasn’t for naïve, insecure, school girls and fat, lonely, middle-aged secretaries, you fuckers would have died out by now.
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Professor Smith
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A/N: Here’s Part 2 of the college AU fic in which you’re Professor Ray Smith’s favorite student! Sex is no longer off-limits now that you’ve finally graduated... but for the thrill of it, you can pretend you haven’t yet and that you’re still the teacher’s pet 😜
Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, dom!Ray, punishment, professor/student roleplay (just roleplay; you’re no longer really his student)
Request: Request from @flaireandsynch for #7 on my list of Dirty Little Secret prompts
Bingo Square Filled: College AU
Word Count: ~3.6k
… Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]
“May 28, then. It’s a date?”
“Damn straight.”
Now after weeks that felt like centuries of waiting... you have finally reached the date of graduation. Since your flirty exchange with your favorite professor you’ve been lost in memories of that conversation. In your ears it’s constantly replayed. Counting the days until May 28. It’s a date? Damn straight.
Damn motherfucking straight. Those were the words that sealed your slutty schoolgirl fate.
So here you are in an insanely slutty schoolgirl outfit standing right outside his office. Through the closed door you can sense his presence waiting for you just as he had promised.
You’re this close to having everything you’ve ever fucking wanted.
Yes, everything. Not even a little bit exaggerating. From the day you first laid eyes on Raymond Smith his status was cemented as your savage sex god king. Finally getting at his cock to hopefully fuck it and suck on it… feels like a bigger deal today than graduating college to be honest.
You bite your bottom lip and give the door a soft knock, knowing it’s unlocked. This was the arrangement—for you to meet him at this time and place upon conclusion of commencement.
“Professor?” you murmur, anxiously pushing the door forward. Wetter than ever. The fact is established that you have permission to enter.
And so does he, much more importantly.
From across the room Ray turns toward you where he’s seated at his desk. Adjusts his specs. The sight of you is giving him thoughts that no gentleman should ever think. The look on his face—lust-blown gaze, the tip of his tongue flickering between his parted lips. The faintest tremble in his fingertips. Blink. Blink. The OCD alignment of his life has fallen slightly out of sync.
He gathers himself just as quickly as he’d shattered. Just one of the millions of skills that he’s mastered.
You really can’t wait to get schooled by this gloriously gorgeous bastard.
“Y/N! What a surprise,” he lies, playing along with the game of all this, as his slate blue eyes slide across your exposed thighs. “Come—come into my office.”
Cum all over my fucking tits. You manage not to utter it. You need to play a role and hope to do a decent job of it.
You step in and make sure to lock the door firmly behind you. Of course Raymond watches to make sure you do. Perhaps this isn’t technically against the rules, now that you’ve graduated from this school... but even so it’s still taboo, and no one needs to walk in on you two making this naughty dream come true.
Staying close to the door for a moment, you let his gaze take you in. Ravenous, roaming. Reflecting the ways he can ruin.
The man likes what he sees—naturally—when you got all dressed up for him you knew exactly what you were doing.
It’s a joke of an outfit. You’re a full-grown adult but this look is decidedly teenaged. Crisp white collared blouse with the two ends tied into a bow just below your tits. Lacy pink bralette barely containing your cleavage. Pleaded plaid skirt, so short it hurts, covering no more than a couple inches of your thighs. Schoolgirl socks pulled up past your knees. Mary Janes with a heel that has no business being that high. You knew the Professor would like what he sees. All you want is to please. To be a pretty piece of candy for his eyes.
Speaking of which, you also have a bright red lollipop stuck in between your cherry-glossed lips to top off the vibe of provocative bitch.
You pop it loudly out of your mouth and can hear his breath hitch.
He composes himself again, in a fraction of a second. “Do come in, Y/N.”
You pout your lollipop-slick lips and stay just where you are by the doorway. Determined to make all the most of this roleplaying foreplay. “Oh, but Professor Smith…”
He sits back in his seat, legs slightly spread so you can see he’s packing heat. Serious meat. “What can I help you with?”
“I’m too ashamed to say…”
“Please, call me Ray. Didn’t you graduate today?”
He knows you did. Hours ago he’d seen you marching with your classmates in your cap and gown and all that shit.
But that is not the role you’re set to play. You had both agreed to pretend that you’re still his student because fuck if this flavor of sin doesn’t taste more delicious that way.
“Well, that’s the problem, you see...” you reply as you begin to cross the room toward His Scholarly Majesty. “It’s honestly a travesty. The university refused to give me my degree!”
He feigns surprise, widens his brilliant blue eyes. “On account of what?”
“The fact that I’m a dirty little slut.”
“Good Lord, Y/N!” At this point his surprise is genuine; he’s just a little ruined. You hadn’t told Ray you’d be framing it that way. Those words hit him right in his proud professorial pointer stick needless to say. He goes all stiff and tense, already thinking of the punishment he’s going to dispense. “Y/N, that sounds like quite a serious offense.”
“Professor Smith, I swear I’m innocent!” you plead in your defense. “You know I’ve always been a good student…”
“The very best.”
“I don’t even know what—what that dirty little word means, to be honest…”
“You mean the word slut?” he repeats what you had said. Striking you dead. Sexual tension threatens to burst through the fly of his crotch and to pop the buttons off his vest.
“Yes!” you coquettishly confess, stopping now you’re a few feet away from his desk. “Whatever is a dirty little slut, Professor? If only I knew maybe I could behave myself better...”
This whole game is fucking insane but it’s fun and you’ve never been wetter.
Your pleasure may well drip out all over his office floor as it goes without saying you’re not wearing panties. You keep sucking hard on your cherry red candy. Enjoying behaving so badly. Eyes on the crotch of his pants as it nearly explodes from the pressure. “Do you think you could… teach me? You know you’re my favorite professor. The only one who ever reached me.”
Ray would like very much to keep his fucking cool but it’s gotten increasingly hard and he’s quite frankly dying. Damned if he’s not trying. “I’m afraid that’s not part of my lesson plan, Miss Y/N.”
“Please could you make an exception? Just one private lesson?”
He watches you swirl your pink tongue around your little treat and it’s fucking distressing.
“Oh pretty please…” you move toward him now and fall onto your knees, before his seat, so close that you can feel his heat, the shaken rhythm of his breathing. “Please, Professor, I’d do anything...”
Raymond sucks in a stifled hiss. Pictures you sucking his big academic dick right here and now right in his office. “Miss Y/N, if I agree to this… it must remain our private little secret. Can you keep it? Can you promise?”
“Yes, Professor, cross my heart and hope to die!” you answer with a theatrical bat of your eyes, as you kneel down between his thick muscular thighs.
“Pinky swear?” Ray pokes his little finger out into the air, adorned in that signature silver ring he wears. You’ve always thought the hands on this man are so pretty it can’t possibly be fair.
Instead of innocently curling your own pinky into his… you do what any dirty slut would do given a chance like this: remove your lollipop and then lean forward just a bit to take his pinky in between your lips, just briefly sucking on the tip. A fucking filthy little French kiss.
At your first taste of Raymond Smith your pussy absolutely drenches.
He can probably sense it from where he is seated. For his part, he has never been so fucking hard, so hungry and so heated.
The man lives by rules of his own making, but there’s such a thrill in bending and then breaking. It’s precisely what the raging beast within him always needed.
You pop your lips off of his luscious pinky finger. Sit back on your high heels and pretend to be embarrassed and self-conscious though the truth is that you’re proud to be a shameless kinky sinner.
In the lamplight of his office Raymond’s finger fucking glistens with the slick sheen of your spit and the sight makes your pussy twitch.
So do the words that he says next, dripping with sex, hitting you right between the legs. “Well, aren’t you just a filthy little bitch.”
Your breathing catches in a gasp. Those words from his mouth may as well have given you a good hard slap across your slutty little ass. You carry on with your charade though now it’s clear that Ray is taking charge and playing the aggressor. “Oh, Professor! I don’t know what that word means, but it sounds terribly obscene!”
“You want a fucking lesson, slut?” he snaps and grabs a fistful of your hair and you feel fifty shades of soaked in your own sin. “Tell you what. I’ll show you exactly what a bad girl you’ve been.”
Oh yes he fucking will. And the look in his eyes fucking kills.
Next thing you know he’s swiftly lifted you up to your feet with your ass pressed against his desk and him towering over you. Well-oiled wheels turn in his dangerously smart dark blonde head as he calculates down to a science every little thing he is going to do.
“First things first,” he mutters under his liquor-laced breath as he drinks in your thirst. “There’s the matter of this fucking outfit.”
You don’t doubt it. This schoolgirl getup clearly got him riled him up and you’re extremely fucking proud of it.
The Professor proceeds to teach you the true meaning of slut, while you keep your mouth shut. Although Ray respects women no matter their style of dress or their sexual habits or anything else… for the moment, it’s fun to pretend that he doesn’t. Fun as hell. He pretends well. Goes straight for the bush and does not beat around it.
“A slut is a sweet little tartlet who flaunts all her assets. She’s shameless and classless. A free piece of meat who parades down the street knowing everyone wants to pound it.”
...Well, shit. If you didn’t know better you’d figure he’d given this lesson before. Does the Professor have some kind of part-time job providing private tutoring to wayward whores?
“A slut in the streets is one thing,” he goes on as his hands start to wander across all the assets you’re flaunting. “But slutting around in the middle of school? Flouting our institution’s respectable dress code and breaking the rules? Well, now that’s really something.”
Ray is staring you down like a doe he just caught in the open while he went out hunting. Your pussy is busting. “Professor, I...” you try to speak in that seductive schoolgirl sigh, but his bulge grinds against your bare thigh, and you simply end up grunting.
“Keep that filthy mouth shut, you cheap little slut,” he commands, reaching down to take the lollipop from your quivering hands. “We both know it was not made for talking.”
He shoves the sweet candy past your parted lips and ughh, shit—he is so... fucking...
“That’s it. Shut up and keep sucking.”
Your poor cunt is soaking. You yield to your king. On instinct, unable to fucking resist him, unwilling. The ship of your dignity sailed and is sinking. It’s so fucking thrilling. You’re not even thinking. Submit to this god of a man. Suck that sucker as hard as you can.
“Yes, that’s it,” he repeats as he sees you submit, palms sliding down your chest and caressing your tits. “A good slut doesn’t just flaunt her assets. She knows how to use them to drive men to madness. To make them do bad shit. She craves dirty sex and won’t rest till she has it.”
This lesson is sluthood is making you go fucking batshit.
“Do you understand?” Raymond asks you as he frames your waist in his masterful hands.
Right now you’re not sure you comprehend anything. Reckon you need a lesson in breathing.
“For someone so clueless, Y/N, as to what the word means—you’re the best damn slut I’ve ever seen,” he declares, burning holes through your soul with his smoldering stare. “All semester... the way you’d been teasing and taunting your favorite professor...”
One of Raymond’s hands drifts toward the hem of your skirt and the buck of your hips tells him yes, sir.
The smirk on his sinful pink lips, as he brings his hand back up toward your trembling hips, tells you not fucking yet.
The wait gets your core even more soaking wet.
And his eyes are sea-dark at the thought of how much wetter you’re bound to get. “Has it pleased you to play the part of teacher’s pet? Knowing that you’re the best and the brightest… the prettiest… sluttiest student that I’ve ever met?”
Taking hold of the little white stick of your lollipop, Ray slowly pulls till the candy pops out and the sensuous feel and the sound of it all makes your heart fucking stop. He had asked you a question and surely expects an answer. Of course you succumb to your master. Obey him like it’s your damn job.
“Yes, Professor. It’s brought me a great deal of pleasure.”
“That’s good. Getting off on your sin as a proper slut should.” He smirks wickedly, and then suddenly does something terribly filthy—beneath your skirt you feel a tantalizing tinge of pressure.
It’s hard and it’s wet and it’s sticky.
It’s Raymond Smith rubbing your clit with the lollipop you were just sucking. It’s so fucking... fucked and your sanity is slipping quickly.
“You’d best know that your pleasure is mine,” the Professor claims as white hot pleasure shoots up the whole length of your spine. Brings his lips close to yours, claiming you as his personal whore. “And I’d bet it tastes fucking divine.”
Holy—what—the case of your sanity is open and shut. You were put on this earth just to serve as Professor Smith’s slut.
He was doing that shit for no more than ten seconds, yet all of a sudden you’re coming undone as if your cunt was just subjected to a ravenous wrecking.
“Good fucking lord,” Raymond groans as he feels you explosively squirt. Pussy juice gushing out from beneath your scandalous short skirt. Splashing onto the candy and over his fingers, painting both of you as insatiable sinners. He had been just about to kiss your breathless lips but you’ve now given him an even better way to slake his thirst.
His hand twined in your hair urges you now to meet his stare as he sticks that sex-splattered sucker in his mouth and fucking slurps.
Fuck if the sight isn’t enough to make you cum even when your pussy just literally burst.
“Just as I thought,” he purrs, taking such pleasure from the sweet flavor of yours, before tossing the candy to the floor, so both his hands are free again to use you as his whore. “Fucking delicious little slut.”
You can’t help but moan out loud at the shit that you just heard and saw. Losing your mind now as you drop your jaw. “Oh my God...”
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth shut?” Ray reminds you that he is your dom. Ruthless rasp in his tone makes you weak. “Did I give you permission to speak? Or to cum?”
He did not—you’ve transgressed the commandments of your sovereign god—all your senses go numb.
“A good slut knows her place,” Raymond states, as he swivels your body around, pushes your torso down, gently but firmly angling your head sideways, so the smooth polished wood of his desk is pressed into the side of your face. “A good slut always fucking obeys. You’re a fucking disgrace.”
Much as you love his praise, you’re a slut for the way he degrades. For how darkly and dangerously he dominates. The power he displays, the way it rages and radiates, in this role that he plays.
You’re a sucker for all shades of Ray.
But right now it’s your ass that’s about to get colored a few different shades.
The Professor roughly shoves your skirt up your hips till it bunches around your waist. Laying you bare from behind so that he can finally remind you of your place.
There’s a wooden ruler that he keeps in his desk and he’s pulling it out and you can’t fucking wait.
He brushes the wood in a slow teasing sweep across your tender skin and already your senses are starting to fade. “Let’s see if this sweet ass can earn the teacher’s pet a passing grade.”
One hit for every game you played.
For every time you stared at him across the room and sensuously licked your lips. For every time you exited his class hoping that he’d notice the swaying of your hips. For every time you drank out of your water bottle locking eyes with your professor wishing desperately that you could lock your mouth around his cock and lick his cum off as it drips.
You’re getting punished now for all of it. And God, because you’re such a fucking slut, you fucking love it.
Ray had ordered you to count, each time the rod came down. And so you have. The number is obscenely high, as every strike dampens the heat between your thighs, and hardens his enlarging shaft. By now you’re both ready for him to punish your ass with that staff.
“Have you finally learned your fucking lesson, whore?” he rasps, dishing one final lash against your ravaged ass. “You think you’ve earned Professor’s cock deep in that pretty little cunt of yours?”
You’re powerless to form words, but of course.
“Can’t even fucking talk,” he mocks. Suddenly shifting position and shoving you down toward the floor. Your face is level with the throbbing contour of his cock, straining against his pants hard as a rock. “Let’s see what else that slutty mouth is good for.”
Everything is now a blur—the pain, the pleasure… buzzing in your brain, so damn intense you wonder if it’ll carry on forever... It’s clear to the Professor that you’re plenty sane enough to be aware of what is going on. Aware this is exactly what you want. But you are so fucking aroused you feel about to drown in your own dripping cunt.
Even more so now as you finally lay eyes upon the proud, powerful package of Professor Fucking Smith.
The size. The strength. The length. The width.
It’s so pink and so stiff. It’s a reason to live. It’s the object of your fantasies, yet outdoes them all in reality. It’s the picture of everything you wish to get destroyed with.
What the actual fuck even is this. You doubt the whole thing even fits in your fist.
That won’t matter much, given that Ray doesn’t want you to touch. Not today. No, he wants you to suck. To bury your whole face in his crotch. To devour the power of Ray. Because your face was made for your favorite professor to fuck.
If you had self-restraint you would take your time now to slobber slowly all over his massive meat. Play the role of a schoolgirl savoring her treat. You don’t doubt that his precum tastes sweet and you wish you could take your time slurping up every last bead.
But by this point the beasts in the both of you have been unleashed and are burning with raw feral heat and are ready to feed.
The Professor proceeds to furiously fuck your filthy little face, at a head-spinning speed. To the beat of your hearts as they race. Primal lust sets the pace. And it’s everything you’ll ever need.
Barely ten seconds in and already you’re gagging and gulping down gallons of his hot white seed.
Was it ten? In this private session, he’s supposed to have taught you a lesson, but you’re pretty sure that your brain is so busted you no longer know how to count or to read.
Barely know your own name, as you soak in sheer bliss and the absolute absence of shame. What you’re doing is all kinds of wrong in the context of your little game. But outside of the roleplay you really are Raymond’s to claim.
Your whole body is his to shoot his load again down your throat or all over your tits or deep inside your cunt or your ass or wherever else he’d like to aim.
For the fact that you both have a kink for pretending you’ve not graduated yet, that you’re still his teacher’s pet... it’s an innocent kink and you really can’t be held to blame.
Professor Smith really meant business when he ordered you to come into his office. Making you cum with a piece of candy and a wooden ruler and that magnificent cock of his.
You’re both so fucking glad that you came.
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may i please see the list?
Sure! There's one or two spoilers here, but honestly if you have the dedication to read through a list of 370 random-ass character names and manage to both retain it AND cross reference it with shit I've mentioned in the past, you deserve a bit of a sneak peek.
Aster
Skut
Pixie
Orange (Roy)
Yellow (James)
Blue (Martin)
Aster's mom
Henry aka. Aster's dad
Aster's brother
Aster's sister
Gorgonzola "Zola"
Hops Barley
Tallemaja
Tallemaja's mom 1
Tallemaja's mom 2
Pixie's mom 1
Pixie's mom 2
Pixie's mom 3
Dizzy "Izzy"
Urus
Auro
Urus's mom 1
Urus's mom 2
Shrimp
Buttercup (she counts as a character, shut up)
Kris P. Wyngz
Chitin E. Wyngz "Kai"
Bert D. Wyngz
Hoo Sunfire
Wut Sunfire
Pan Sunfire
Cody
Phyllis
Sugarbeans S. Sugarbeans
Shuck S. P. J. G .T. Y. W. F. Dog (Stinky Girl)
Lars
Brutus
Beetle
Wattson
Matt
Leopold Mesquite
Leo's dad
Leo's mom
Terry Saturn
Oakley Saturn
Triton Saturn "Tri"
Katelynn Blanche
Linnéa Blanche
Anton Glitterhooves
Glitterhooves's imp assistant
Doc (True name redacted)
Margaret
George
M&G's parents (fuck it, they don't have a design so they share a spot)
Chup
Mus
Frika
Frika's mom
Frika's dad
Lord Cluck
Popcorn
Bunny B. Buns
Stitches "Stitchy"
Jöran
Puck
Tyrellid
Me (nice)
Peeps
Dusie
Stheno
Eury
Orthrus
Sir Berus
Hugh Man
Rosemary
Bailey Rhynd
Lana Rhynd
Stuart
Sena
Miss Whiskers "Whisky"
Tilly W. 🐢
Enellie
"Little man"
Obert Bellius Tucker
Ted
Leo's damselfly ex
Leo's mantis ex
Peter "Petey"
Leo's butterfly ex
B. Z. Bub
Cute nameless mosquito dude
Liquor store St. Bernard
Orphanage stork
Unlucky vampire kid
Duck
Spider cat
Hoppit fighter
Gorgon fighter "Diamond"
Kitsune/Nyaga fighter
Cryptid fighter
Scorpion fighter
Bufo Bloop
Bb
Downbeet
Dog trainer therewoof
Maltea Barley
Ollie - Dove
Seven animimics. Maybe more. Imagine - Dove
Shinchu - Dove
Shinchu's mom - Dove
Shinchu's dad - Dove
Shinchu's sister - Dove
Shinchu's brother - Dove
Shinchu's grandma - Dove
Shinchu's grandpa - Dove
Vampire maid - Dove
Therewoof butler - Dove
Basement dragon - Dove
Velvet - Dove
Velvet's gf - Dove
Bebo - Dove
Biggby - Dove
Big's dad - Dove
Horse with no name - Dove
Marley - Dove
Marley's dad - Dove
Marley's robot mom - Dove
Beatrice - Dove
Merlin - Dove
Beatrice's mom whose name I can't remember - Dove
Shelly - Dove
George (Shelly's bro not the dragon) - Dove
Kimera - Dove
Kimera's mom - Dove
Kimera's dad - Dove
Mr. Boingo - Dove
Imp Bastard - Dove
Shoe - Dove
Sock - Dove
Unnamed vampire - Dove
Damian - Dove
Riley - Dove
Bubble - Dove
Unnamed elf/gorgon - Dove
Oberon - Dove
Titania - Dove
Professor Lindworm - Dove
Piko - Riot
Stewart - Riot
Ripcord - Riot
Beefman - Riot
Maiden Mathilda - Riot
Delphinium Luuna "Finny" - Riot
Finny & Mathilda's kid - Riot
Marie Antt Wanette - Riot
Charles - Riot
Jennifer - Riot
Blanc - Riot
Pracilla - Riot
Aizo - Riot
Brahms - Riot
Tanner - Riot
Gordon - Riot
Winnifred - Riot
Flootsnoot - Riot
Gord - Riot
Phox - Riot
Sophie - Riot
Remminton - Riot
Violet - Riot
Bottom - Riot
Harriet - Riot
Pupa - Riot
Three mimics in a trenchcoat - Riot
Riot - Riot
Mr. Bones - Riot
Cloudy - Riot
Gell Edward Beans - Riot
Liar-Liar - Vampasaurus
Doppler - caught-gaming
Phiamia - caught-gaming
Byron - caught-gaming
Ophelia - karmaluck
Pinky - karmaluck
Priscilla - catherinecreates
Scale - main-blog-pretty-dead
Angel - primrose-art
Olive - primrose-art
Olive's mousefly roommate - primrose-art
Queena Wygena Hyena - primrose-art
Tulip - primrose-art
Bojangles - primrose-art
Trifoli - primrose-art
Lip - hexadoodles
Hex - hexadoodles
Peewee Cockatrice - lilsunshinesam
Lieu - ossy-p
Kissyface - ossy-p
Jess - mx-feratina
Teedee - mx-feratina
Goryn - mx-feratina
Sona - mx-feratina
Alexander - mx-feratina
Baba Yaga - mx-feratina
Lesh - mx-feratina
Vody - mx-feratina
Vani Firestarter - mx-feratina
Umis - mx-feratina
Peggy - katisconfused
Scorpia - katisconfused
Minnie - katisconfused
Jeff - waxwormrepublic
Horatio - ari-nemera
Gus - kingpink
Margie - kingpink
Buttons - coldblood-flowerbulb
Willy - coldblood-flowerbulb
Angelica - kiddfox
Linguni - kiddfox
Hoagie - kiddfox
Martin T. Pinwheel - kiddfox
Professor Beepis - kiddfox
Skronk - kiddfox
Lindworm elf - kiddfox
DR4K3N "Ken" - kiddfox
Debbie - Emily
Eva - Emily
Asterion - Emily
Pierce - Emily
Vireo - Emily
Thayer - Emily
Peggy - Emily
Xia - Emily
Minerva - Emily
That fucking horrifying sexy minotaur - Emily (that's right it's canon now. You have to live with this)
Sexybeans/Cutiebeans - Emily (you're a sinner)
??? - Spooky
Hux - Spooky
Speckle - MY WIFE
My wife - My wife
Mazie - my wife who's cute
Phebe - wifff
Korneli - WIIIFE
Axael - ... me, but technically wife's at this point
Dora - HEY BABE LOVE YOU
Luce - my babe
Harm - my beebee
Hell - my bee
Olivia - it's a mystery but probably my bee
Otterpop - still my bee
Mothball - my favorite person (my wife)
Polliwog - wiiiiiife
Morty - tickfleato
??? - tickfleato
Basilisk - tickfleato
Serpent-tamer - tickfleato
Worm-slayer - tickfleato
Tuni - silverstarsheep
Suika - silverstarsheep
Tiramisu - silverstarsheep
Unnamed gorgon - silverstarsheep
Carice - silverstarsheep
Oliver - silverstarsheep
Fishhead - silverstarsheep
Markov - terrycrewslistenstofnafpodcasts
Finch - terrycrewslistenstofnafpodcasts
Ember - fire-rose
Bill (Denzel Billard) - fire-rose
Doug - caydebug
Rook - caydebug
Quilt - mineral-vulture
Burn - dear-maggotboy
Charlie - dear-maggotboy
Schund - dear-maggotboy
Moth - ccosmicmoth
Frogchamp - thelibraryofdiscosstuff
Candyfloss - avespecora
Wendelle - avespecora
Ethel - avespecora
Ely - heart-buzz
Nugget - heart-buzz
Sadie Mazarine - Luca
Virginia Ragno - Luca
Coffee Grounds - Luca
Skunch Midgley - Luca
Carl Sludgerson - Luca
Dr. Constance Flora - Luca
Eleanor King - Luca
Tibb Ragno - Luca
Chad Ragno - Luca
One Ragno - Luca
Honey Ragno - Luca
Rumples Bingus - Luca
Lola Lapin "Beanie" - Luca
Pinky (Cassandra) - Luca
Panini Houdini- Luca
Sheila Hades-Solanum & sisters - Luca
Stanley Bloodwart - Luca
Jamie Mazarine - Luca
Cassandra Bingus - Luca
Lolly (Lily)- Luca
Pop (Princess) - Luca
Spronkle "Ramos" Drinklybonk - Luca
Hank Drinklybonk - Luca
Atlas Saturn "Attie" - Luca
Cossi Day Saturn - Luca
Pippa Twombly - Luca
Carolina North - Luca
North North - Luca
Cheesed Burger - Luca
February Makkelmoore - Luca
Sluy - Luca
Wimpy Jingles- Luca
Bradison Bradwell Bratthew - Luca
Onley Oxley - Luca
Y Houdini - Luca
Samson Hades - Luca
Terry Hades - Luca
Marsipan Twombly - Luca
Clarice - Luca
Avril Gunn - Luca
Cyrille Gunn - Luca
Hue Gunn - Luca
Jimmy Bellucci - Luca
James B. Horney - ottersaurus
Jessica - ottersaurus
Reggie - ottersaurus
Rubarb - ottersaurus
China - ottersaurus
Mixie Mup - kaiujis-hole
Matt Shtick - kaiujis-hole
Breen - therandomringmaster
Cooper - therandomringmaster
Psue - therandomringmaster
Cap Brinesby - therandomringmaster
Harriot Hornet - therandomringmaster
Belfree Buzzby - therandomringmaster
Buck Lopanny - therandomringmaster
Merryl DaBloon - therandomringmaster
Mays Lopanny - therandomringmaster
Gnargle Floove - therandomringmaster
Chrys Ignatious - therandomringmaster
Donna Ignatious - therandomringmaster
Fumble McChumbles - therandomringmaster
Garbanzo - bonelessnerd
Huge Fowl - bonelessnerd
Gams - bonelessnerd
Unnamed basilisk - bonelessnerd
Unnamed therewoof - bonelessnerd
Unnamed vampire - bonelessnerd
Balor - bonelessnerd
Snips N. Snales - bonelessnerd
Waylon Snales -bonelessnerd
Bleep - bonelessnerd
Marcel DuChomp - bonelessnerd
Max - bonelessnerd
Ms. Finx - bonelessnerd
Grimpus - twerkyvulture
Mixie “Mixologica” Mixtus - twerkyvulture
Old Man Baneezer - twerkyvulture
Dominic Dominari - twerkyvulture
J. Falcourt - twerkyvulture
Isidore "Izzy" Lindson - vividvermeer
Snot - MeloncholyMonster
Bottle - MeloncholyMonster
Currently unnamed taxidermist character - radvom
Rubber/latex elf - radvom
Chicken/Flower - chickencat-arts
Depica - die-06
Muse - die-06
Fae - die-06
Duri - die-06
Aquen - die-06
A SHIT TON of chess mimics - die-06
Thistle - luxidoptera
Nobel - luxidoptera
#rattytalks#this list is gonna be outdated real fast as I make little edits to it every few days or so#asks#YEP IT'S ALREADY BEEN UPDATED that was fast
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The Unsaid (Spencer Reid Imagine)
Summary: Spencer and Reader spend Halloween doing something unforgettable.
Category: Smut *NSFW Content 18+
A/N: This is my first time writing smut and I promise I’ll try to improve and not make it so cringy next time
Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Content Warning: cursing, choking, unprotected sex/creampie, penetrative sex, Dom! Spencer
Word Count: 4.3K
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Call it cliche, but you looked fucking hot.
Pigtails on either side of your head were tied with a red ribbon bow. Your white polo button up wasn’t buttoned at all but rather, secured with a knot right at your sternum. The shirt was pulled so taut, cleavage was showing. Just south of your red plaid, pleated mini skirt was white knee high socks with little bows at the top seam. You wanted to wear black heels, but they would’ve killed you by the end of the night, so you settled for the next best thing - black high top Chucks.
Hell yeah - you were a sexy schoolgirl. Granted, you had to keep it somewhat P.G for the younger trick-or-treaters, but you didn’t mind giving the hot single dad’s a little show. At some point, you actually stopped checking the peephole and took your chances, not minding running the risk of high school trick-or-treaters on your doorstep seeing a little more leg than deemed appropriate. After hours of handing out candy, you tried not to lose your charm despite your exhaustion. That worked in your favor.
When you heard your doorbell ring, something in you told you that it wasn’t a little kid knocking, so you provocatively leaned on the door frame once you opened it. And your instincts were right - for the most part.
At first glance, it was like you were looking at a living paradox. His boyishly charming face and unwillingness to meet your eyes for longer than a couple seconds made him seem so young but how he was dressed reminded you of your grandpa’s church attire. Unabashedly, you eyed him up and down, whereas he was looking . . . respectfully. Yeah - that’s the word. Respectfully.
You crossed your arms over your chest, making your breasts push together further. This caught his eye, but he tried to pretend it didn’t.
“Mmm, alright, I give up. Whatcha dressed as? Sexy professor?” You flirted.
He cleared his throat, evidently unused to the forwardness you were exhibiting. “A federal agent actually,” He answered, flipping open a badge to reveal his credentials. “Y/N Y/L/N?”
Your demeanor completely changed. Your posture straightened out and you dropped the smirk on your face. You were rendered speechless, so you wordlessly nodded.
“My name’s Dr. Spencer Reid. Um, can I come inside?” His voice was so sweet, it was misleading. Were you in trouble? If so, why was he being so nice?
You did your best not to feel scrutinized while he observed the interior of your house. He was paying special attention to all of the Halloween decors. You thought you saw him smiling as he accidentally walked through a fake spider web because he was so tall. You took the seat straight across from him making things feel sort of like a homemade interrogation, what with the singular dim light hanging above the two of you as you sat opposite one another.
“I think maybe I should change into something more . . . appropriate.” You were about to get up from your seat when he stood up and put his hand up to stop you.
“That won’t be necessary. Here.” He jerked his dark gray cardigan off of himself and handed it to you before sitting back down. You stood there, clutching his large sweater in your hand. It happened so fast you didn’t have time to process.
“Um, thank you.” You slipped it over yourself and pulled it closed across your chest with crossed arms.
“Yeah, no problem.” He said with cool indifference. You thought this would’ve been a bigger deal - an FBI agent handing you his sweater - but his display of equanimity made you choose not to pay any more attention to it than you already did.
He began asking you questions about the neighborhood, the people, even about the town. You became acutely uneasy with every question you answered, hoping you were saying the right things. It wasn’t like you were guilty of anything, but being interrogated like this just put you on-edge. You hoped that he was able to distinguish that the source of your anxiousness came from the situation, and not from any possible criminal activity that could be related to the case he was working on.
As curious as you were about why he was asking these questions, to begin with, you thought it might actually be better not to know. Otherwise, you might grow paranoid, but still, you couldn’t help but ask the obvious - “Should I be worried?”
“Not at all. And if you do find something suspicious, just give me a call.” He reached inside his satchel and retrieved a card to hand to you with all of his contact information on it.
“So how do I know you’re not actually the guy I should be suspicious of and this was all just to get me off your radar? Or a ruse to get into my house?” You joked, flipping the card between your index and middle finger.
He had to chuckle at this. “Well, if you truly suspected something about me, why would you open the door for me?” He crossed his arms and put them on the table. “What was it about me that told you I was trustworthy enough to cross the threshold?”
Without missing a beat, you told him, “You wouldn’t hurt me.”
You’d never spoken with that kind of confidence or speed before, but something incredibly right about what you said.
He wouldn’t hurt you. You just knew.
“What makes you think I won’t?” His question sounded serious, but you swore there was some sort of a sexual undertone in his voice.
You tried to think of a satisfactory answer, but all you knew for sure what that your gut was telling you he wasn’t bad. Maybe it was something soft about his eyes, maybe the color that resembled sweet honey.
“A hunch, I guess?”
He seemed delighted that his smoldering intensity had an effect on you. He was proud of how the heat of this moment alone shook your confident core. He caused you to revert back into a blubbering mess after he looked at you. You were intimidated by him.
“So you’re not scared of me?” However, you chose to answer him would build up his ego either way. Because even if you lied, your body language wouldn’t. It would tell the truth and nothing but.
You tried your best to make your voice smooth, and free of shakiness caused by fear. “No, I’m not scared of you.”
‘Well, you should be.’ His eyes seemed to say.
That’s when he reached both hands onto one side of the table and pushed, causing the table to slide out of the way. Like how a prey bolts when the predator nears, you shot up from the chair and backed up into the nearest wall. Theoretically, it wasn’t the best idea if you wanted to escape, but you didn’t want to escape - you wanted him to attack. You liked it.
Spencer’s massive hands encased your neck completely, occasionally adjusting the force with which he used to choke you. Sometimes he’d let go, just for a second, so you could breathe, but it only made things crueler because, in the next breath, or lack thereof, he’d tighten his grip and choke out any air you were gasping for. Before you started seeing stars, you watched his eyes. They were darker than wine. He was enjoying this.
While your head lolled backward, the rest of your body seemed to tranquilize too. You had no control of your movements, so your body was shed of his cardigan when your arms straightened by your sides. You were like a rag doll. A toy.
You were completely submissive to him. He had you under a spell that was cast by the magic of his dominant touch.
“Still think I won’t hurt you?” He growled into your ear. He was so close you could actually smell him and feel the heat radiating off his body.
He loosened the noose he made with his hands so you could speak.
“You want to . . . but you won’t.” You replied between short breaths.
Finally, he removed his hands completely, making your feet crash hard onto the ground. You didn’t even grasp that he was suffocating you using such a firm grip that you actually levitated off the ground. He managed to hold all of your weight and lift you up just by bracing your neck.
“You can hurt me if you want,”
He looked too eager to hear you say that, making you want to fight for dominance.
“But only if I get to do what I want to do, too.”
His sweet honey eyes intensified with fervor.
He put one hand on the wall and leaned forward, shortening the distance between you two. Soon enough your faces are millimeters apart. You look down at his soft lips with doe eyes, so he feels comfortable making the first move to kiss you. At first, it’s gentle and hesitant. A total departure from the dominance he was displaying just seconds before. But then he sneaks his free hand into your hair and pushes your head slightly to deepen the kiss.
Not even meaning to, he bucked his hips forward, making your back arch against the wall. Reid takes this opportunity to remove his hand from the wall and place it on the small of your back. Slowly and sloppily, he moves away from your lips to leave a trail of kisses down your chin, neck, and onto your collarbone. Meanwhile, his hand has traveled up to the knot that secured your button up, and in one swift tug, the knot came undone.
“You are way too good at that.” You breathlessly acknowledge, shrugging the shirt off of yourself.
You feel him smirk against your skin.
Cocky bastard.
His ever growing desire to see more of you overcomes him, and he can’t stop after just removing your shirt. So with the same unbridled passion he used to choke you, he pulled at the hem of your skirt, forcing it down and off of you. Threads practically ripped at the vigor of his actions.
He must’ve recognized a look in your eyes that said he was a little overdressed in comparison to you because he didn’t stop you when you pulled at his tie and worked it free, so he could unbutton his shirt.
With your body nearly bare and the only thing stopping him from railing you being his pants, he continued the deed. Reid puts a hand on the back of your thigh to hike your leg up. You gasp at the hasty change in positions. He was as ravenous as a predator, but his hunger was something only you could satiate - and he was hungry for more.
Spencer left a trail of wet kisses from your collarbone, to your sternum, and then along your tummy. All the while, your leg is still hiked up. When Spencer goes on bended knee, your leg rests on his shoulder, keeping your legs spread out.
“Tell me what you want.” He commands, before placing slow kisses along your inner thigh.
“I-” You’re at a total loss for words as Spencer’s kisses deliberately inch closer and closer.
“Is this what you want?”
In an almost chivalrous way, rather than taking your panties off and leaving you completely exposed, he pulls them to one side, giving him complete access.
“Yes. Yes.” You cry out, while you watch Spencer briskly lick his middle and ring finger.
Your body betrays you when he grazes his fingers along your lips, teasing you. You’re almost certain your legs would’ve given out underneath you if it hadn’t been for Reid stabilizing you with a steady hand on the leg that wasn’t hooked over his shoulder.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He purrs, slowly easing into the penetration. It’s almost worse having him enter you so unhurriedly as the process of adjusting to his fingers is drawn out. He refuses to increase his speed, wanting to see her beg for more.
“Does that feel good?”
You nod.
“Use your words, love.”
“Yes, yes, it does.”
Your validation does the trick. He begins to sink into you deeper and faster. You begin to fight for breath as Spencer curls his fingers. Until he knows you’re on the brink of finishing, his pace is relentless. You were so close, but devilishly, he pulled out.
“Spencer!” You yell, but before enough of your scream makes a sound, he plunges his fingers deep into your mouth, to taste yourself on them. This gesture is well received as you begin to suck on his fingers, pleasing him greatly.
“Good girl.” He utters.
You let your eyes drop from his honey ones to the growing bulge in his pants. For you cannot speak, you peer down at his pants and up at his eyes to ask for permission. He nods once and watches as you begin to unzip his trousers.
As you palm him through his briefs, you feel the warmth of his precum through the fabric. Without being able to control yourself, you lowered his briefs just enough to completely reveal him. Your eyes enlarge at the sight.
“You like that?” He coos.
You still can’t speak with Spencer’s fingers in your mouth so you nod instead.
Graciously, Spencer gives you room to breathe by taking his appendages out of your mouth and uses them instead to grip your hips and turn you away from him. He slammed the front of your body into the wall, causing your cheek to press against it.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.” It was so bewildering how he managed to say things like that, proving he cared about you, but still dominated you with unrelenting aggression.
“Do you want me to wear -” You didn’t even let him finish his question. You cut him off by arching your butt so it would graze over his cock. In this, you gave him your answer. Your body yearned for him and you desperately needed to feel him raw.
Unlike when he was fingering you earlier, he accelerated his movements. He fucked you with an animalistic speed. You didn’t even have time to adjust to his full length before he pulled back and thrust again. His pelvis rammed into your ass so hard with each forward movement that would surely leave bruises on you both.
What you felt was indescribable. The pain would be quickly replaced by pleasure, only for you to feel pain again. You didn’t know why, but it felt so good. He was hurting you, but in the best kind of way. Your bodies were tangling and merging. The heat that circulated in the air around you and the humidity emitting from your skin was ruthless.
On fire.
That’s what you felt - on fucking fire.
Spencer’s strokes picked up and started hitting you in a spot that made you cry out in anguish. You actually started standing on the balls of your feet, practically tip-toeing. With your palms pushed against the wall, it was only a matter of time before you clawed a hole into it. Truthfully, a guy never made you cum before, so this was a completely new feeling. It was like pressure was building up inside of you and you had to release it, but right when you thought you’d come undone, the pressure only increased. Neither you nor Spencer had to vocalize that you were reaching your peaks because your bodies were saying everything unsaid. And just when you thought the air couldn’t get stickier, and the heat couldn’t get hotter, you and Spencer came at the same time. The only word you could use to describe the feeling was sublime. Not the sex (well partially the sex of course) but Spencer.
Sublime.
His pace slowed down exponentially while he drew you closer to him to leave butterfly kisses along your shoulder. His arms enveloped you at his waist, and you almost indulged in his embrace by leaning into his chest, but there was no time when the doorbell rang.
“Trick-or-treat!” A group of kids yelled from outside.
You looked behind you exchanging looks that read, ‘Oh shit.’
Spencer flipped the light switch off that was right beside you before you took his hand and ran with him down the hallway giggling.
Here you were - two grown ups running from kids that wanted candy. How childish.
It was the combination of being choked, having sex, and running that left you breathless, but after a few minutes your heartbeat slowed down.
“I think they’re gone.” Spencer observed.
You trusted he was right and retreated from the room with extra caution. You reached into the dark to feel for the light switch. After the lights came back on, you saw Spencer crouching down, gathering your clothes off the floor.
You wanted to stop him to save him the inconvenience, but he was already helping you back into your clothes before you could even say, “I’ve got it.”
Spencer gingerly slid your mini skirt up your legs, frowning slightly at the tear in it that he caused. It was like evidence of his roughness, and he didn’t like it.
“Sorry about that.” He murmured.
You told him not to worry and that the rip made the skirt look cooler, which you could tell didn’t lessen his guilt, but it was good enough to make him smile and that was the intention anyway. Next to dress you in was the button up, and you had to laugh when, instead of tying a knot at the front, he opted for buttoning it up all the way to the collar. It was like he was trying to protect your modesty and dress you to look more respectable. Last to put on was his cardigan. After a small comment about letting you keep it, he started redressing. This is a moment you duly noted.
He took care of you first.
Was it stupid to fawn over such a small thing? Him helping you dress up first before he even dressed himself?
Your thoughts carried you so far away you didn’t even realize he already finished dressing and was putting on his messenger bag.
“Happy Halloween, by the way.” You nudged his shoulder with your index finger trying to be lighthearted, even though the heavy weight of your inevitable goodbye was weighing on you.
He chuckled and licked his lips before responding. “Happy Halloween.”
You turned around to begin the miserable walk toward the door, while he was right on your heels, following closely behind. You opened the door for him to walk through and you smiled as the two of you lingered in the doorway. Evidently, neither one of you was quite ready to say goodbye.
Your mouth must’ve become a completely separate entity since you started hearing words rolling off your tongue without even processing them beforehand.
“I knew that you wouldn’t hurt me not because of what you said or what you did, but because of what you didn’t say or what you didn’t do.”
There was something about the unsaid and the undone that told you everything about the unknown.
With an understanding nod, Spencer took a step away from the threshold.
He kept his head down and his eyes on the floor as he walked away with his hands in his pockets. The hopeless romantic in you wished he would look over his shoulder and back at you, or stop walking and turn around and run back up to you, but he didn’t. You almost thought he’d stop at the gate and say something, but no. He didn’t say a single thing. And for some reason, that was okay.
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You clasped your black push up bra behind your back, adjusting it in the front for maximum cleavage. Then you put on fishnets and a pair of black booty shorts. Last to put on was a white polo button up. That’s when you remembered it was the exact same shirt you wore for last year’s costume. It was weirdly nostalgic. You only fastened the shirt until it hid your midriff, but left the buttons that would expose your bra unclasped.
To say what happened next felt like some supernatural spirit came into the room with you would be a gross understatement, because as soon as you stopped buttoning your shirt, you could see and feel Spencer’s ghost in front of you buttoning the rest. All the way up to the collar just as he did last year.
So, just for Spencer, you fastened one extra button.
You painted fake blood under your nose and straightened your hair, which wasn’t giving off the desired effect. A black wig or a prop cigarette would’ve made your costume much more clear, but you’d been too lazy this year to obtain either of those things, so really the only obvious sign of who you were was the bloody nose.
Mia Wallace. Pulp Fiction.
Before stepping out of the house to join your friends, you put on thigh high black boots.
Luckily, they all saw what you were going for with your costume, so you felt slightly better, but there was still something weighing on your heart that kept you at a distance from your friends tonight.
Handing out candy to trick-or-treaters wasn’t really your speed this year, so you opted for joining your friends at a club. At first, you were able to convince yourself that you were having fun and that you weren’t completely miserable, but as the night continued, it became harder to lie to yourself. You weren’t having fun. Sitting in the silence here was most definitely not fun. Not to say the club was quiet, but you were. And the silence was deafening. See with Spencer, when you didn’t speak, whether it was when he left you that night wordlessly, or when you came together without even vocalizing that you would, the silence was okay. It was welcome. But here tonight, watching your friends enjoy themselves on the dance floor - the silence was suffocating. The longer you sat there watching them, the more you noticed how they weren’t calling you onto the dance floor to join them. No one cared to include you. It felt like a sign. That you should leave, because if your presence didn’t matter, your absence wouldn’t either. So you slipped out of the club, not surprised that no one saw you and stopped you or begged you to stay. You got into your car and instantly unzipped your boots. No wonder you wore converse last year, heels hurt like hell. When you threw the shoes into the backseat, you caught a glimpse of something lying on the floor.
Dark gray cardigan.
You’d forgotten that that was even there. Would it be weird to wear it again? It was a cold autumn night, and it wasn’t like you were wearing much to shield you from the cold, so merely for the warmth, you put on the cardigan.
You were in such a rush to be in your own bed again that you probably broke a couple traffic laws. After all, there wasn’t anything quite like seeing your house again after hours of wanting to be home.
But then again, nothing could compare to seeing Spencer Reid sitting on your doorstep reading. Absolutely nothing.
“Spencer?” You asked while blinking hard to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. You didn’t know how you could tell it was him, but there was something in you that just knew. The same kind of gut feeling that told you he wouldn’t hurt you.
He looked up from his book and shut it with a smile when he saw you. You opened the gate and met him halfway in the walkway.
“You still have my cardigan,” He laughed while taking in the sight. “Mia Wallace, right?”
You nodded, unable to take your eyes off of him. In the light, you could actually make out his features. He looked older now. His hair was longer and much curlier than you remembered. He even had some scruff on his face.
“Happy Halloween, by the way.” You recited the exact words you said and poked him in the shoulder just as you did last year.
“Happy Halloween.” He grinned, immediately understanding the reference.
“So . . . who are you dressed as this year?” It was only a playful question, but it seemed like he was ready to give you a serious answer.
Though his looks were deceiving and telling you that Spencer changed, his behavior told you he was still the same Spencer he was before. He looked everywhere except for right at you as he tried to think with an answer, and when he finally did speak, he couldn’t meet your eyes for very long. He still had his boyish charm.
“I, um, I’m dressed as someone who didn’t get very much sleep, spontaneously booked a flight, and came straight here to tell you he needed to see you again.”
“Mmm, very cool costume.” You quipped. When your laughs died off, a new type of silence emerged. It was very different from the kind you were drowning in at the club earlier. This time, the quietude was rejuvenating. The two of you were simply taking in the feeling of being in each other’s presence again.
“Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?” You asked, quoting Mia Wallace.
Of course, he knew what the next line was. “I don’t know. That’s a good question.” He replied, quoting Vincent Vega.
“That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.”
With that, the comfortable quietude returned to fall upon the two of you again, but you enjoyed it because you’d found somebody special that made things like silence sublime.
So much more was said in the unsaid.
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Albus Dumbledore being an awesome teacher and human being
Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA
(Imma be honest with y’all, it’s mostly just him being a crackhead.)
He tells stories about Grindelwald, about their marriage and their beliefs and their lives together. All of the stories have lessons - sure, a lot of those lessons are about how NOT to make pasta, but they’re still lessons!
He likes to matchmake students using seating charts and certain magical spell assignments. He’s very good at it. I mean, he’s shit at figuring out who likes each other, but he is great at meddling, so Mcgonogall tells him who to mess with and he does as he’s told. They make a great team (and are invited to a lot of weddings). Couples they’ve helped include but are not limited to: Dean and Seamus, Luna and Ginny, Hermione and Harry and Ron, Sirius and Remus, Peter and Maxwell Needles, Peter and Regulus (that was later), Lily and Severus and James, Fred and Lee plus George and Lee, Charlie and Newt (queerplatonic), Leta and Newt (queerplatonic), Harry and Luna (queerplatonic), and Sirius and James and Remus (queerplatonic). They’ve been very busy.
He and Mcgonogall have teatime almost every day. They talk about their students and work on their matchmaking plans. There’s a lot of sass and deadpanning involved. Sometimes they invite Remus, Sirius, and James. (Not Peter. He doesn’t need the same level of torturing that they do.) Bubbles of all shapes and sizes and colors float around the room the whole time. It’s fantastic.
He accepts gossip in exchange for extra credit. He’s a really good secret keeper too, so a lot of students go for it. (It hasn’t broken any friendships. There’s an understanding among the student population that Dumbledore is like Ms. Potts from that Muggle film Beauty and the Beast - well-meaning and trustworthy, but terribly, terribly bored.)
Everything in his classroom is pink. And glittery. And covered in sequins. Once a student asked him why and he just smirked for a solid minute before whispering, “Lemonade.” (As if that makes any fucking sense.)
He once taught class in a full-fledged glittery ballgown that faded from light pink to deep purple. He did not once acknowledge it or act like anything was out of the ordinary. One student raised their hand and asked timidly, “Professor? Why are you wearing a ballgown?” And his brow furrowed as he frowned, looked down at himself, and muttered, “Thought it was a bathrobe.” (Harry does not let him live this one down. His dad is not much help - Severus took many, many pictures.) (Not that it mattered. On Wednesdays Dumbledore wears pink (glittery ballgowns).)
He speaks to kids who have parents, friends, and relatives in prison, whether for being Death Eaters or otherwise. He chaperones visits to Azkaban for them so they can see their loved ones. He casts protective and invisibility charms on them so only the one they’re visiting can see or hear them, and he teaches them Patronuses (with Remus’ help, of course). He often spends these visits on the other side of Grindelwald’s bars, playing wizard’s chess against him. (Sometimes Grindelwald gives him flowers. It always makes Dumbledore smile. There may be no one left in the world who understands why they love each other, but they don’t need to understand it for it to be true.)
He stands at the front of the classroom and makes funny faces during tests and waits to see how long it takes for a student to look up. His latest record is seven minutes.
When he’s teaching Grindelwald’s history, he makes snarky comments about his husband. They range from “I mean really. Who the fuck thought wizards ruling Muggles was a good idea?” (Rest in peace that one student who thought it was a good idea to say, “You did, Professor.”) to “Honestly, that man has no concept of romance. I ask him for a nice night out and he takes me to a Muggle rally about witchcraft and tries to impress me by playing practical magical jokes on the speaker. A toddler could do that.” (He often gets mushy during those stories though, usually trailing off like “But that time he took me to my childhood home for my birthday was sweet… brought me flowers for Ariana’s grave and everything. Sure, he killed her, but… he has a sweet side…” and from there on out he’s basically a lost cause and you might as well go to your next class because he’s not going to stop humming that fucking Elvis song).
He “loses” his glasses all the time by casting an invisibility charm on them and forces his students to search the classroom for them when they’re on his face the whole time. He thinks it’s funny. Harry does not. (But Severus and Mcgonogall do, and that’s really what matters.) (Severus and Mcgonogall and Dumbledore are a fantastic trio full of snark and sarcasm and shit, I have just decided.)
He makes little animals out of multi-colored magical dust and they fly around the classroom and perch on his favorite students’ heads. Once a dragon fell asleep on Newt’s head and wouldn’t leave even when class was over. Newt had to wait for the magic to wear off so it would disintegrate. (Of course, he had named it by that point and had a meltdown when it disappeared, so Dumbledore recreates the dragon (Robert) every class and just lets Newt coo at it, even during tests.)
He conjured and charmed two giant (I mean Egypt half-animal half-man guard statue size giant) fluffy pink teddy bears that are alive and stand on either side of him like bodyguards during class. A Slytherin student punched one in the stomach once and it vomited enough M&Ms over their head to completely bury them. The student’s partner, a Ravenclaw student, punched the other one in an ill-advised burst of illogical thought and received the same treatment, but in Skittles. (Luckily their Gryffindor aro-ace friend and nonbinary Hufflepuff friend stayed after class and ate until they could move again. Safe to say no one has dared punch the bears again.) (Though I hear they do give very good hugs. And they eat homework if you ask nicely enough!)
He has a bunch of cloaks that act as portals to realms like Merlin’s Celestiums (S.G.E., Soman Chainani). He gives one to each student for tests, and they are transported to their ideal test-taking environments, complete with whatever song they feel like listening to at any given minute playing all around them. Unsurprisingly, his students have the best grades in all of Hogwarts. (He also has a secret cloak that he uses for himself, to see Grindelwald. Grindelwald has his own matching one so he can always make it home for Thursday date night.) (They have been caught. Of course they have. But no one is going to challenge Dumbledore for his right to see his husband, even if he did marry a murderer.) (Sirius and Remus used to steal the cloak for their own dates. And later on James would steal it to take the two of them on friend-dates. Inspired by that, Dumbledore made a special cloak for Mcgonogall that he gifted her on her fiftieth birthday. The smile she gave him then is his favorite of all time.)
He bickers with Fawkes constantly. This often evolves into full-fledged screaming matches with spastic hand gestures, gratuitous spit, and angry hops on both sides. Once Dumbledore drew wand on his “useless babbling bastard of a bird”. No one has bothered to tell Dumbledore that Fawkes probably can’t understand a word of their arguments. (They do evacuate the classroom when these fights start though. The last time they stayed their hair was gone for a week, and when it grew back it was glittery and pink.) (Harry looked especially fantastic. Sirius thought he looked great. He laughed until he was in tears. Harry was not amused.) (Remus was.)
Sometimes he’s absent from class and Mcgonogall teaches them instead. When asked if he’s alright, Mcgonogall simply answers, “My partner is away on personal business for the day. Now, turn to page -” Soon enough people figured out that “personal business” meant “conjugal visit with Genocidal Maniac Husband™ in prison”. They stopped asking.
He gives all of his students the red button test (without knowing what it does, do you press the red button?). Those who pass get automatic A’s and a lollipop. Those who fail get a talking pet pygmy puff. The thing that usually trips people up is that Dumbledore considers the “correct” answer to be pressing the goddamn button. (Seamus is the only one who has ever passed (enthusiastically too!). Newt half-passed because Niffy the Niffler sat on it.) (Sirius and James would have passed too if they had not been the life partners of one Remus Lupin, whose creativity with threats and extensive curse-word vocabulary rivaled Mcgonogall’s even at the tender age of fifteen.)
He has floating war maps just lying around. He plays battleship with his students on them. What he neglects to tell them is that their moves have actual consequences in the world, as the maps are magical and reflect real battles and places. When Harry finds out (he blew up Denmark, completely unawares) he shows up at Dumbledore’s door soaking wet at five-thirty in the morning with a newspaper, his fists clenched, his face red, and his chest heaving. He wouldn’t stop glaring for weeks. (Alas, Dumbledore’s glorious beard has great resistance to fire spells.) (Following an incident involving the original four Marauders in their third year. Shhh… we do not speak of that.)
He has a habit of walking into random classrooms, gesturing for a student to come with him with his finger, and then taking them to his office for teatime. He usually asks them inane questions about a specific theme (fish, pasta strainers, socks, throw pillows, mooses, etc.) for hours until finally dismissing them. It drives Mcgonogall crazy. (She’s yelled at him plenty for “kidnapping students to ask them questions you know you could easily find on that Muggle infer-het thing! They have exams, Albus -” but he just smiles at her while calmly sipping his tea and she always ends up collapsing in the chair across from him with a sigh, taking the tea from his hands and chugging it before wiping her mouth, slamming it down on the desk, and asking, “So. Fish. What’s up with them?” and Albus just beams.)
He spends half of his class lessons babbling on about how Merlin was gay for Arthur and Arthur was gay for Merlin, but not in long tangents. Just a bunch of random comments without context, warning, or explanation. (He mentions “poetry” a lot and waggles his eyebrows for some reason, so… what’s up with that? (Merlin BBC))
He overshares A LOT about his and Grindelwald’s lives. It’s a problem because 90% of the time it’s something sweet or innocent like “Oh, he brought me a tiger lily that bloomed open to show a gold and ruby ring nestled inside on our first anniversary. That’s how he proposed to me” and “He used to hum while he did the housework, you know? He’d stand in the middle of the house and close his eyes and just hum. Almost entire symphonies too, just waving his wand in the air like a conductor” to “This one time in bed he…” and there is NO warning. The amount of things these poor children’s ears have had to endure… (*shakes head in mock disappointment*)
He often cooks during class using wandless magic. The pots and pans heat themselves and float around in the air. Sometimes Dumbledore dances and then they start dancing too. He whistles and creates a base beat for the sizzling, popping, clanging, and other kitchen noises to follow. This usually happens during tests. Oh joy.
He leaves the windows open when it rains, but somehow nothing ever gets wet. Harry and Hermione have a theory that it’s protection charms. (Really it’s a spell Severus made up when he was drunk because he was angry that umbrellas don’t have enough room under them for three, and he’s always been the most self-sacrificial person in his marriage.)
He regularly makes bets with Mcgonogall about the students’ love lives. Not money, but little things the other doesn’t want to do or buy. Dumbledore usually has to handle the Marauders’ detentions or give up one of his teddy bear guards for Mcgonogall’s experimental enjoyments. Mcgonogall has to do something embarrassing or let him borrow one of her glittery hats. They should really stop making bets at this point; the stakes and the winners are dreadfully predictable. He always wins when the bet is on a student’s sexuality or gender and she always wins when the bet is on who a student will end up with. Nonetheless, the bets continue. So too does their grumbling amusement.
He figured out how to make a broom invisible when he and Grindelwald first fell in love, so they could be showy with each other at their Greater Good rallies. They later used it for dates, prison breaks, and daring escapes complete with kisses under the moon. Once Grindelwald went to Azkaban, Dumbledore used it to find some privacy where he could grieve. Now, he uses it to travel around his classroom and Hogwarts and trick everyone into thinking he can fly by sheer will. Only Mcgonogall knows his secret. (And Severus, but Dumbledore doesn’t know that because he told him when he was black out drunk. So.)
He lets pygmy puffs sleep in his beard. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.
He once taught class while teetering on his feet because he had somehow gotten himself tangled in Christmas lights from shoulders to ankles and couldn’t move. (Sirius wandered in and saw this, cried he was laughing so hard, and then warbled his off-key way through as many Christmas carols as he could remember for the rest of class.) (Dumbledore tried to Silencio him but just fell over trying to make the wand movement. He broke his nose. Sirius almost had a panic attack because he couldn’t breathe from how hard he was laughing. By the end of this he had curled up in a fetal position on the floor, Remus was lying down next to him and muttering jokes to him, Mcgonogall was trying to fix Dumbledore’s face, and Severus had taken over the class. Not that they got much done - James was visiting that day. And him, Sirius, and Remus all laughing about the same thing rarely leads to a quiet and calm learning environment.) (They gave him a joint present of rainbow Christmas lights for his birthday - “Happy Gay Day, Professor!” - and he was not amused.) (Grindelwald was though. So was everyone else.)
He tends to mix up holidays in his head and often decorates for the wrong one. He goes all out too. He’s kind of a disaster, and so is his classroom. It became such a problem that the Marauders actually took pity on him and made him a very big calendar with all the holidays marked on it in glitter and fake jewels and flowers. It sits behind his desk and occasionally works.) (Occasionally.)
He’s queerplatonic partners with Mcgonogall. They held a friend-wedding and forced Severus to be the flowergirl. Harry officiated, Remus was Dumbledore’s best man, Sirius was Mcgonogall’s, James wasn’t given a job cause he was crying too much, Lily was in charge of taking care of James, and Peter was the ring bearer (he only lost them TWICE and they were ring pops anyway). Mcgonogall screeches at him a lot and Dumbledore can be depressive and neglectful because he misses Grindelwald but they love each other so it works. (And they’re the prime source of advice for James, Sirius, and Remus regarding their own queerplatonic relationship, for better or for worse.)
He puts his feet up on the desk even though it’s bad for his knees. Mcgonogall told him it’s bad for his knees and he has stubbornly put them up there every class since. (His knees are killing him but he will not give in to “a paranoid, batty old witch who doesn’t know shit about what’s good for me and wouldn’t if she was hit with an Imperio and I told her -” “I’M YOUR FUCKING PARTNER, YOU BLASPHEMOUS ARROGANT BRAT OF AN OLD FART!”)
Instead of walking around his classroom, he struts. (Yes, it worsens his knees.) He does strike poses, he does make obnoxious expressions, and he does look fabulous. WORK! (Yes, that was a Hamilton reference.)
He once taught class without a face because Mcgonogall cursed him for “fucking up the alphabetical organization of my tea, you old twit. Honestly, Albus, it’s not that hard”. (How did he teach without a mouth, you ask? Easy, he used intermediate BSL (deaf students, plus Azkaban isn’t great on old men’s ears and he and Grindelwald are both gettin’ up there) and Sirius interpreted.) (Incredibly wrongly, crudely, and foul-mouth-ly, but nonetheless he interpreted.)
He has difficulty understanding the straight people in his class. He is fully accepting of everyone and wants the best for all of them, but when it comes to relationship advice, he’s shit.
Excerpt pulled from Pensieve of a conversation he had with a student who identified as female:
Dumbledore: “So your boyfriend is a dick, is what you’re saying?”
Student’s best friend: “Yes. Merlin, he’s such a dick. Would you believe he -”
Dumbledore: *looks at student and points to her best friend* “Why don’t you just date her?”
*cue red faces and sputtering*
(They did not take his advice.)
He wears bowties ALL THE TIME. If he’s not wearing a bowtie, there are bows in his hair and tying the ends of his beard together. Once he wore pigtails. It was great.
He has a habit of bursting into song randomly and performing full-blown Broadway musical numbers (yes, he can rap Guns and Ships at full speed). This usually involves all of the complex moves to be expected in a musical - dramatically climbing up the stairs while looking forlorn, leaping onto the desk and squatting as you launch into a whispered limerick, speedy costume changes - you know, the works. Sometimes Sirius and James back him up, if they’re there. Severus will take over teaching with a bored look on his face (“What are you looking at, Harry?” “Dad, there’s -” “I don’t see anything interesting happening, Harry.” *glares*) while Mcgonogall screeches at Dumbledore to “GET THE FUCK DOWN, YOU NARCISSISTIC HEATHEN!” It’s a problem.
When the Marauders challenge the dress code, Dumbledore is the first Professor to encourage it. While Sirius is perfectly confident in a skirt and Regulus isn’t far behind (neither is Severus, surprisingly), James and Remus are far more insecure. Dumbledore wears a tutu to class one day to show his support, and Remus wouldn’t stop smiling the rest of the day. (James just turned bright red and beamed when Sirius started laughing.) He also backed Lily up when she wore pants (along with Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary) by convincing Mcgonogall to wear pantsuits for a week. (Sirius, despite being a hardcore gay, was quite affected by this. Remus did not appreciate the water spit in his face and refused to kiss Sirius for a week.)
He plays Cecily Smith (Will Connolly) on the ukulele on late nights and stares out at the stars thinking of Grindelwald. Sometimes he forgets to turn off the Sonorus from earlier that day and ends up broadcasting his little song to the whole school. Sirius and Remus will dance to it in the common room while James watches his partners with a happy smile on his face (and Peter sleeps, because he’s tired and doesn’t force himself to stay up simply for the purpose of being cool or finishing that one assignment that isn’t due for another two weeks) (I’m sorry, do you feel called out?).
This man has weed brownies stashed away in his desk and he does eat them during class. He also offered one to Remus once, who is the only student that knows about the stash and tends to use marijuana for medical purposes (helping with anxiety and pain regarding the full moon, courtesy of my beautiful girlfriend who has never read nor seen Harry Potter but nonetheless insists to me that Remus Lupin is a stoner who wears red beanies). This prompted Sirius to ask for one, which Dumbledore refused, but then James joined in and they started a riot by standing on their desks and pumping their fists in the air and screaming, “BROWNIES FOR ALL!” while Remus giggled into his hand and was no help at all, so Dumbledore gave them each a brownie just to shut them up. (Sirius wouldn’t stop rambling about how pretty Remus’ eyes were, James was babbling on about unicorns, Severus was hissing at something no one else could see, Regulus was hissing at the same thing for some reason, Peter was crying because he couldn’t tell the difference between hamsters and gerbils and guinea pigs, and Lily was muttering pi under her breath until she fell asleep.) (Mcgonogall was unimpressed.) (No teatime for eight weeks. Damn.)
Dumbledore cares about all of his students, however little he shows it. He wants them to lead a better life than he did. And maybe fall in love with better people than he did.
#albus dumbledore#albus wulfric percival brian dumbledore#mcgonogall &x dumbledore#&x means queerplatonic i have just decided#grindledore#wolfstar#james &x remus &x sirius#severus & mcgonogall & dumbledore#james x lily x severus#albus dumbledore is a crackhead 2021#i dunno please enjoy this shit#i'm really fucking tired#harry potter#have a nice day y'all
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Trick or treat
Oh dang I'm not even out of my pajamas yet!
Here, man, I've still got bird seeds as a treat for you. (This mix is really good it has pumpkin seeds)
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Trope meme for Steggy 48. Fake dating and 60. Poorly timed confession
This is...whatever my brain came up with.
“Are you alone?”
Steve looked up from where he was sketching in the notebook, running a hand through his hair. He knew her - the bright-eyed woman above him. She looked stunning with her hair perfectly pinned to mimic Victorian Curls and bright red lips. Her hazel eyes looked to be searching his, almost frantic and nervous. He could see how she struggled not to look behind her.
He did for her, seeing a bunch of frat boys from their classes clambering around the front entrance to the diner. A nasty feeling in his gut told him they were also around back.
She spoke without moving her lips too much, holding onto her jacket like she might take a seat and Steve could easily put the two and two together. They thought she was meeting him here and on the off chance she wasn’t, they were going to pounce.
They were waiting for her to exit and while Peggy was amazing in the classroom with her snappy comebacks and sass and putting the sexist pigs in their place, there was no way she could fight off the five, if not more, boys waiting for her.
And he knew she could throw a punch after watching her sock Hodge, the leader of this group, in the face after a nasty comment and accidentally caught an elbow in his gut when he was behind her in the library.
She was still waiting for an answer, her face carefully poised.
“I-no, I mean…” He flinched at his own words and Peggy gave a small laugh. “I mean, yes I am. I’m here alone. Here.”
He helped her sit down, feeling how shaken she was under his fingertips and waving to the waitress. Angie instantly came by, putting down a few drinks and a basket of fries and winking at Steve as she left.
“I-didn’t, I wouldn’t ever order for you, I mean…” Peggy’s brow rose and Steve swallowed slightly. “I just...she just did that.”
Peggy laughed again, sounding more relieved this time as she picked up a fry and bit into it. “Angie is just like that. Always insisting she’s miss matchmaker. You’re Steve, right? From my history and French class?”
“Yeah, and just about any other time I’m in the library. Are you alright? What the hell are those guys doing outside?”
They were still waiting, passing a bottle back and forth, still glaring at the window. He got an icky, nasty feeling as he looked out at them.
“Being douchebags,” she huffed. “Hodge, it seems doesn’t like that I scored higher than him in our last test in History nor does he like it that I socked him in the face after that nasty comment about my brother. I’m surprised I didn’t get expelled for that one.”
She seemed to eye the way Steve’s ears turned a shade of pink but didn’t say anything as he picked up a fry and twirled it around his fingers.
“I’ve been hearing them talk all week about it. He’s in my biology class too, unfortunately. Dumb as a sack of rocks, that one. He has some pretty transphobic views too.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Unsurprisingly. I wonder how the hell he even got into the university in the first place.”
“Oh, his dad donates a hell of a lot to the college and bribed the board members.” Realizing how sure of himself he sounded, Steve cleared his throat. “Or so I’ve heard. So, Hodge is pissed about that so he decided to what? Track you down?”
“So to speak, yes. He wanted to show me a lesson. In what a sexist asshole he is, then that’s already done. I ran to the first public place I saw and saw you sitting here, I hope that’s okay. I’m not ruining anything am I?”
She sounded generally concerned and Steve had to force himself to put down his drink to meet her eyes. Under his yellow light, he could make out the hints of gold reflecting in them. “No, no. I was just wasting time. I didn’t feel like being by myself in the dorm while Sam and Bucky are on their date. Plus, Angie is good company. Sometimes.”
“I heard that!”
Steve and Peggy both laughed at the shout from the kitchen.
--
It was close to two in the morning by the time the pair had decided to leave. Steve hadn’t even noticed how their hands were joined together, having reached for the same salt shaker. They’d never pulled them apart.
They had talked about everything from classes, to how Professor Coulson was heard to be the worst and best teacher, their families, even if Steve was reluctant on his.
And the guys still waited, growing increasingly impatient and nasty in their looks.
It didn’t surprise Steve when the door kicked open and a very drunk Hodge stood there. Peggy stood up instantly, half shoving Steve behind her.
“Carte-r-r-r-” He stumbled a few steps and stood face-to-face with her and Steve had to give Peggy props, she didn’t even flinch as he burped. “I got a b-bone to pick with you!”
The second he went to touch her, Steve jumped to his feet and shoved Hodge back, sending him tumbling back. Somehow the broad bastard kept his balance.
“You lil’ scrimp!” The man was yelling now, charging after Steve until he sidestepped the idiot and it sent him hitting the table head-first.
Steve snorted.
“What? You two datin’ now?” He glared between Peggy and Steve like they were nothing but dog shit under his boot. “Always knew you liked wimpy guys, that why you never went out with me, Carter?”
Peggy huffed. “I never went out with you, Hodge because you’re an arrogant, sexist pig who can’t count down from ten without being confused. Or answer a basic question. How you tie your shoes together, I’m unsure. And for your information yes we are.”
She pulled Steve in by his shoulders, laying a swift kiss on his temple.
“You ain’t gonna get high grades that way, Carter! Suckin’ the dick of the dean of the college’s kid!”
“You’re the dean’s kid?” Peggy had spun around to look at Steve, ignoring Hodge when he stumbled back to them.
Steve could feel his face heating up and nod. “Yeah, uh, Chester Phillips is my step-dad and he hates this son of a bitch here.”
“Only bitch I see is you!” Hodge went to snarl at Steve, any advancements he made were blocked off by Peggy’s fist to his throat. It dropped him down fast.
The guy was wheezing and Steve couldn’t even feel bad, even as flashing blue lights indicated Angie must’ve called the police. “Next time,” Angie told them as she handed Peggy a stun gun. “Use this on the bastard. He runs his mouth too much.”
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Steve was exhausted. It was near four in the morning by the time they’d got back on campus. Hodge had been promptly for a combination of things, including assault and underage drinking, not to mention most of his crew taken with him.
They’d stayed late to help clean up the mess and give their statements, but still, Peggy hadn’t said a word about Dean Phillips being his step-dad. Even as they were walking up to her dorm.
“So,” Steve sighed as they stopped outside of her room. “I guess you don’t want to see me anymore?”
Even with the bags under her eyes, she looked beautiful, if not confused. “And why wouldn’t I, Steve? Because your step-dad is the dean of the college? Or because I told Hodge we were dating?”
His shoulders shrugged. “Both, I guess. I just…” He made a noise in the back of his throat.
“What you did tonight, standing up for me, to an idiot like Hodge was very brave and I thank you.” She smiled as she bends down to barely brush her lips over his. “As for who your step-dad is… I don’t care. I know you got in on your marks, on your smarts, as did I. Even if we were to date, it would be because I like you, not for Phillips.”
The kiss had all but frazzled his brain, catching odd ends of her sentence. “Wait - like me…? You-you, like me?”
Peggy couldn’t help the small laugh. “I have since our first group assignment together.”
Right. That was…news to him, but it made sense with the knowledge that Peggy always seemed ready to ask him something before changing the topic.
“I...I uh...would you want to...go out sometime then? A proper date.”
“Only after this gal has had some sleep. Thank you for everything, Steve. Shall we say...noon tomorrow?”
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Teachers Pet-chapter 14: wandering
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chapter 13
I awoke suddenly feeling a cold breeze of air brush my face, I looked around and realized I had fallen asleep outside against the tree, and it was now nighttime. "Crap" I whispered looking down at my watch. It was already 9 o'clock. How had no one questioned where I was? Better yet how had no one seen me? I frowned a bit at the thought no one came to find me. It was freezing too, considering it was Winter, I'm surprised it wasn't snowing yet.
I stood up and grabbed my bag and began to head back inside the castle to head to my dormitory. I let out a deep breath remembering the realization I had come to before I drifted off. I hated having to deal with this now. Well actually, there really was no way to deal with this. Most people that develop...feelings for someone are actually able to work through and maybe act on them. But not I. I was to be stuck with this for however long it decides to stick around. I don't want to jump to conclusions, it's not like I like the man, I just...fancy him. Yeah, fancy that's the perfect word to describe what I felt for Severus. My potions Professor. Oh merlin y/n what is wrong with you!? He's a teacher for heaven's sake. I need to do everything possible to get rid of this feeling, or redirect it somehow.
I finally made it back into my dormitory and quietly took a shower and got ready for bed. My roommates seemed to be pretty heavy sleepers. I stood in the mirror fresh out of the shower and brushed my hair. Looking at the girl before me, the one who has convinced herself somehow, to fall for this cruel man. But he wasn't cruel was he. Not to me at least. I put my dark green nightgown on and slipped on my panties, exiting the bathroom after washing my face and brushing my teeth. I laid a few pats on Hera and gave her a treat, crawling into bed and looking up at my ceiling. How could this have happened? He was so awful to me when we first met, I mean he's awful to everyone, how did I stem feelings from seeing him a couple extra hours, and pleasing him by passing this test? It all seemed to have happened overnight. I began to realize though it didn't happen overnight, I've felt this way since he saved me from detention with Lockhart. Foolish of me. I closed my eyes waiting to drift asleep, but to no surprise, I couldn't. Typical, the one time I need my thoughts to shut up, they don't, they only hinder me from the peaceful release. I did take a rather long nap earlier, so it makes sense. I got up and slipped on some socks and grabbed my wand. I exited the dormitory and walked out into the dungeons. Holy shit it's cold, I thought to myself. "Lumos" I whispered and began walking down the hall, not in the direction of Snape's class. Last thing I would need right now is to run into a certain brooding man. I crossed my arms over my chest to help with the cold feeling, and continued taking a slow stroll through the castle. I could probably easily get caught and would most definitely get some form of punishment, but I didn't really care. It's not like they'd kick me out or something.
I looked out a window as I passed by it and looked out at the forest. I've heard stories of the Forbidden Forest, but I figured it was forbidden for a reason. I did have some desire to explore it one day though, just not tonight. I continued down the hall and looked at all the portraits as they slept. This school really is wondrous. I do miss Beauxbatons. To think if I hadn't been torn from there I may not be in the predicament I found myself in currently. I decided to head to the kitchens to see if the house elves were still in there, or if they too go and sleep, and maybe i'd be able to get a cup of coffee or something. As I headed that way I heard mumbling voices and turned out my wand and clung to the wall, I looked over the corner to see Professor Flitwick and Professor Lockhart conversing as they walked past and continued monitoring the halls, heading towards the Ravenclaw dormitories. I quietly tiptoed once I saw them out of sight and picked up the pace to the kitchen. As I reached the doors I stood on my toes to look through the windows and saw no one inside. I let myself in and walked over to what I hoped was the coffee machine. Now where's the coffee? I went through each cabinet checking where it could be, it didn't help it was dark, but I didn't wanna risk being seen. I opened and closed each cabinet as quietly as possible still having no luck. I squatted down to the very far end cabinet on the bottom but it was locked, hmm this must be where they keep the coffee so no one drinks it, silly I thought, "Alohomora" I whispered pointing my wand to it and heard it click open. Sure enough to my surprise the coffee was indeed in here, It was a special blend so I was guessing it was one of the teachers in specific, I pulled the jar out and put enough into a filter into the pot to make one cup and then added the water, I pressed the power button and took a few minutes to figure out how to work it. Before I pressed brew I thought for a moment and placed a silencing spell on the room.
After what seemed like forever, but in reality was 5 minutes, the coffee was done and I poured it all into a mug I found on the shelf. I blew on it a bit but it was still very hot. I laid it on the counter and cleaned up the machine. I grabbed the coffee tin and went to place it back in its place, as I squatted down I noticed in the back of this cabinet were a few bottles of firewhiskey and wine. Wow the Professors must have some fun around here. I looked at the brown bottles and thought about it for a moment. No I shouldn't If I get caught with that I would actually be kicked out. I left it alone for now and shut the cabinet, locking it and taking my cup from the counter. I headed out of the kitchen checking to make sure no one was near and took the charm off as I left. I began walking down the quiet and cold halls once more. I then had an idea. I made my way all the way to the stairs that led to the Astronomy tower and headed up in it to sit and enjoy the hot beverage. I stood leaning against the wall looking out over the courtyards and rest of the castle, you could see a lot of the school from here, this was probably my favorite place to come in the whole school. All the stars twinkling above. I took a sip of my cup, the hot liquid running down my throat, a sigh of relief as warmth filled my body. It was very cold up here and I wish I had brought my coat.
I looked up at the sky, and my thoughts began to run, I soon realized the only thing on my mind was My professor. How stupid of me to let this happen. I think the worst part was how I knew I would not be able to confide in anyone about these inappropriate feelings, no one would understand, and who knows they may think I'm dreadful and disgusting. I never confided in my father, and stopped confiding in my mother when I realized anytime I did she would ask me what I did that caused this to happen, it was always my fault no matter how many times I was screwed over. The only one I would ever be able to confide in was my sister. We were very close and she always listened and gave me good advice, she was so understanding, kind, and non judgmental. She was a much better person than I. She would have loved this view too, she would have loved Hogwarts, I just know she would have been in Hufflepuff, she'd fit right in with them. Or maybe Griffyndor, she was so brave when it came down to tough situations. My mother would be a Raven claw no doubt, she's very smart and technical. I don't know what my father would be. "Probably a Slytherin that bastard" I said out loud taking another sip. He attended Durmstrang. I cringed at the thought of him being in my house as well. I was nothing like him. He was horrible and vain, not to mention incredibly sexist and probably everything else you could think of. That asshole was such a phony too. He'd act so chill and nice to people, but it was all a facade to hide his cunty side. I grew frustrated just thinking about him.
I began to feel a hot tear slide down my face, my sister would have tried defending him, she was so sweet, she hated when he and I would fight. Always breaking it up and telling me how he wasnt worth it, and even though he's a jerk he was still our father. I was glad to have left him, hopefully I'd never have to see him again, I'd miss having a dad, but not him. I sniffled and a few more tears came down my face. I sat down on one of the ledges and looked out at the moon, it was so beautiful. I wish I could just live on the moon, carefree, peaceful, and quiet. Numb to everything. I wouldt have to live with these new feelings for this man I would never have. I began to cry more thinking about how dreadful my remaining years here at Hogwarts would be if these feelings did not resolve themselves. I want to blame my after for this, if he didnt leave me so damaged maybe I wouldn't be craving the affection and appreciation from this older man. I wiped my tears as they fell remembering the way he smelt, his smile, his hair, his eyes. They were so dark and held great sadness. I could tell he's been through a lot, but he was good at hiding it. I wiped the tears that still flooded down and looked up to the sky. "What do I do? How do I deal with this?" I asked no one, not expecting a direct response, but some sign at least. "Please. I'm not cut out for this type of thing. Why him? Of all the people here why him? What do I do!" I said as I let my frustration take over and began to cry harder, thinking of this beautiful man that I'd never get to touch and have, that I was growing such strong feelings for.
#snape x reader#snape imagine#severusnape#professor snape#snape#severus snape#severusimagine#severus x reader#severus snape x reader#Snape slowburn#slytherin#hogwarts
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for the prompts u asked.... maybe tom being jealous? Or tombrax + showing off, whatever you want
Tom Riddle hid his disdain as best as he could. What with growing up in the orphanage where fickle matrons took offence to every little sneer, he had thought himself a master of disguise and impassivness. Alas, Abraxas Malfoy seemed to bring out the worst in him.
Eileen Prince was just talking to him for fuck's sake. But the way she was talking to him! Oh ! Now that was something he couldn't easily forgive or forget. Tom was one of those remember and resent type of people. It kept things interesting in his life. Against everyone's most ardent tries, Tom had not grown up a good christian.
She had been partnered with Abraxas in potions while Tom dealt with the scatter brained Septimus Weasley. While the Gryffindor was brilliant, he wasn't nearly as funny or fun to work with as Abraxas was.
Septimus glanced over to Eileen and Abraxas' table and failed to hide his curious smile. "Ohoho." He only said. Tom asked him if he wished to elaborate on these inarticulate noises. Septimus only replied with an even more confusing eyebrow wriggle. THE FIEND! Tom Riddle refused to be mocked. He diced the ingredients and cursed Slughorn for his inter-house friendship bullshit. Dumbledore was happy with how everyone sat. So was every other professor. But no! Slughorn had to be the better person! He wanted to help everyone network and branch out of their comfort zone so he could collect more students.
Abraxas was the odd man out and he remained sitting with a Slytherin. He laughed that high laughter of his, not unlike a peacock. And Tom almost cut his finger from the rage that overcame him that Abraxas was laughing at Eileen's commentary on anything.
Septimus whistled.
Tom glared.
Septimus' grin widened. That bastard.
"You really want to try me?" Tom hissed under his breath so only Septimus heard him, defaulting to his Woolwich accent. "I'm a prefect, Weasley. I can make your life hell."
"What's hell?"
Tom forgot that most of these purebloods had fuck all clue about christianity. He sputtered, momentarily forgetting to be intimidating. "It's," then he thought better of it and gave up because if he started explaining hell then he would have to explain what heaven was and then he would have to explain Jesus AND THEN he would have to explain the holy trinity and from his previous experience it just was not worth it.
Slughorn instructed them that after they made their amortentia everyone would go around describing their smell.
Tom thought that he didn't want others to know what his smelled like.
But damn it. He couldn't sabotage his potion now.
Ugh.
Eileen giggled.
Tom's foot began to tap. He hated this lack of control.
Walburga Black was the first one to demand that Slughorn inspect her potion. "It is perfect," she said. Slughorn just smiled and told her not to get ahead of herself. "AND IF IT ISN'T PERFECT, THAT'S BECAUSE OF PREWETT'S LACK OF SKILL!"
Prewett, wisely, said nothing. Everyone and their cousin knew that nobody talked back to Walburga Black.
"What does it smell like for you?"
"It smells like victory."
That was vague to anyone that did not know that Orion Black had lucky socks he called victory. Tom did not say anything about them being cousins but he thought that it was... a little...backward.
Tom catalogued most people's smells just out of curiosity.
Avery's amortentia smelled like weed. Not weeds. No. Literally marijuana. Tom was amazed that that could be a bloody smell.
Lestrange's smelled like quidditch locker room. Tom was somehow disgusted in a way he did not know he could be.
He tried to smell his amortentia and couldn't find a distinct smell. This worried him. Had he bungled the potion???
Septimus Weasley looked too giddy to not have a smell.
Walburga yelled at Orion when he said that his amortentia smelled like lavender. "AND NOT ROSES?!" Everyone knew that Walburga's perfume was made of roses. "NOT ROSES!!!"
Orion looked away and tried to hide behind Shafiq.
Walburga almost crossed over to him to fight. People held her back.
Slughorn tried to calm her down. "Miss Black, I will be taking points from Slytherin if you do not calm down."
That did it.
Eileen looked at Abraxas and said: "I smell birds." Abraxas owned like 5 peacocks. After being rich that was his key personality trait. Tom wanted to remove Eileen off of the face of the Earth.
Avery noticed Tom's balled fists and took initiative. He gasped. Everyone looked at him.
Zephyr Avery, proud founder od Hogwarts' orinthology club, had this to say: "Eileen, I'm beyond flattered. But my heart does not belong to anyone except the call of birds!"
Abraxas began laughing again. Tom smiled at Abraxas.
It was Abraxas' turn to say what his smelled like. He bent down. Smelled the potion. And recoiled.
Tom did not think this was a good sign.
"It smells like cheap cologne! Ugh!"
It was so silent that if someone dropped a pin it would echo.
Walburga screeched. "HA! RIDDLE, I THINK ALL OF SLYTHERIN WILL CHIP IN TO BUY YOU PROPER COLOGNE!"
Laughter filled the classroom. Slughorn patted him on the back in consolation.
Tom Riddle wanted to die. But he was happy. But he wanted to die. But not literally die because he was terrified of dying. But he did not want to exist anymore.
"What does your amortentia smell like, Mr. Weasley?"
"Smells like carrots and apples."
"Okay." Slughorn and everyone had no idea who this might be but Septimus was smug.
"Mr. Riddle?"
His amortentia smelled like nothing. But he couldn't say that. So, he looked at Walburga Black and whispered, shyly (HA! AS IF HE WERE EVER SHY!): "The most beautiful rose."
Walburga Black took out her wand: "MUDBLOOD!!!! YOU UPSTART! YOU FIEND!!!"
She was not properly held back this time. Tom Riddle had to run out of the classroom, trying his best to stifle his laughter as he dodged her curses.
Slytherin wound up losing 15 points for that. Tom made them 20 so they were still winning.
#abraxas malfoy#lord voldemort#tom riddle#abraxas malfoy/tom riddle#abraxas malfoy x tom riddle#tom marvolo riddle#amortentia#horace slughorn#avery sr#fic
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Malibu- C.H
Malibu
Ashton, Calum, Luke, and Michael were dropped on Calum's couch staring at the ceiling. Beer cans all over the carpet, letting some remaining liquid drip from it and make stains on the grey soft fabric, where his socked feet were resting He didn't give a shit about it. They were pretty legless (*for those that don't know: legless is the same as veeeery wasted for us Aussie! :D), and he had bigger problems than some beer puddles over his apartment. Calum grabbed his phone and texted the first person on his dm. she. She had become the first person in everything lately
[2 pm]
Calum: 'wanna hang?'
She replied in seconds
'omw ;)'
He smiled and blocked his phone again letting his head drops on the couch's back. "I am fucking starving." Luke started to complain "yeah, me too. Hey, Cal" he let a groan that should be a "what?" to Michael "can you text your girlfriend and ask her to bring some food?" how the fuck he knew he had texted her. It might be the stupid smile across his stupid face. "she isn't my girlfriend" but he texted her the same way, she gently answered 'like pickles in your burger?' he smiled 'throw away the damn pickles' and let his head rests on the couch's back again and closed his eyes "she will stop at Maccas" "she's fucking awesome" "my best friend" Luke bragged "she should be your girlfriend, Cal" "not your business, Ash..." "Ouch! Easy, man, just saying" he swallowed a "fuck you" and just answered with silence. she should be his girlfriend, but he wasn't sure about what they were. When he heard the knock on the door his heart almost skipped the beats and he stood up faster than he wanted to "and he said that doesn't want anything serious" Ash teased "you like to tease, huh?" "you have no idea" "fuck me, Irwin" "I wish, but she'd be jealous" Calum showed to Ashton his middle finger and they laughed before he opened the door at the same moment she will knock again "hey" "'sup, Cal?" she stood on her tiptoes and pecked his lips, he grinned "come in" "thanks" she walked to Calum's living room and dropped her tired body on the couch, the college will kill her anytime. And soon. But she was there still "hey, boys!" "Hey!" they answered together "I bought some burgers" in the second after she put the bag over the coffee table Michael sat up and grabbed it like he did not eat for days and started to distribute between the other two dead bodies lying next to him. Calum sat down at her side pulling her closer to him and resting one hand on her waist and his head on her shoulder, her hands moving to his hair and caressing it smoothly. "'re you okay?" Luke asked his best friend "I'm good. Just tired" "studying lots?" "more than I can handle" the exams will come soon and the professors have no mercy with the students "they keep dropping mountains and mountains of knowledge in our heads" "you should rest a little" "yeah" "for your luck you have the best friend in the world" "what you have in mind?" "The question is 'what I have in my pocket?'" Luke took off his black, skinny jeans pocket a key. A key. she knew that key "Fucking Lord, what happened to your grandma?" "She is in Italy and the house is in my care" "lucky bastard" "I think we should spend the weekend there. What do you think?" "God, yes!" "What Thelma and Louise are talking about?" "grandma's Malibu house" "I'm in" "me too" "I don't remember to invite you two" "we clearly don't care" he chuckled "what about you, Cal?" "Yeah, it will be nice" he answered uninterested "wow, Calum how you are zippy today" "fuck yourself" Ashton laughed "you are too down today, eat something will make your mood get better" "'m not hungry" "what?! I practically had to beg for the McDonald's guy for a no-pickles burger" "sorry…" "what happened to you?" "Pms" they laughed "I swear to God I'll punch your face Ashton!" she twisted her body turned to his side to give him all her attention he grinned with her act and squeezed her waist "nothing to you worry about" "are you sure?" "yes" he whispered and kissed her quickly on the lips before get up and walk towards the bathroom. Michael groaned in pleasure when he finished his burger "I was starving! Thank you. Luke, hug her for me, I am too far" "it was nothing" Luke wrapped his long arms around her, she snuggled and hummed with the comfort "do you want us to pay you back?" "oh, don't need to, like to take care of you guys" "I have the best friend in the world" "me?" Calum asked when came back to his living room, already feeling jealous. He knew that she was Luke's friend for more time than he and that was Luke who introduced them, but he couldn't help himself "she" "really? I think 'm way better than her" Calum teased her and received in response a socked
foot on his stomach "you will not hurt anyone with these smurf feet" "oh, fuck you!" he grinned and started making circles on her heel trying to forget how much he loves her small feet while she smiled to he "seriously, Cal if you two don't run away to Vegas and get eloped, I will put you guys on my trunk and force you to do it" she giggled, but he rolled his eyes, dropped her foot on the couch and made his way to the bedroom "I think he is mad with you, Ash" "his lost" he shrugged "Alright beautiful people if we gonna leave for the weekend is better we go pack our shits" "yeah, is better" "where we'll meet?" "her place" "why mine?" "Your car is bigger and comfier. And the only one that the engine turns on at the first attempt" "fine, but you drive" "don't need to ask twice" "okay, see you two later" "at 8" "At 8 will be" "later" "later". Michael slammed the door behind him. "what's wrong with Calum?" she asked "bad mood, I guess. Want me to talk with him?" "no, babe, go pack your stuff and I talk with him" "ok" he untied she, giving a kiss on her forehead "see you later, sweetheart" "see u" Luke stood up and yelled to Calum hears him from the bedroom "I'M LEAVING CAL!" "YOU'RE LEAVING LATE IN MY OPINION!" "OH FUCK YOU!" "TRUST ME, I WILL!" Luke laughed and closed the door behind him. She made her way to Calum's bedroom where she already spent a lot of time in and leaned her shoulder on the doorway "hello" "hi" he was splayed at his bed like a starfish "can I join you?" "sure" he shrank himself to the side so she could jump in his bed like a child going to sleep on their parent's bed, what made he smile and giggle "hello again" "hi again" "are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" "no" "uh, alright" they kept the silence for some seconds while she tried to tangle herself on his arms, but he smiled amused and did not help her "asshole" he laughed "oh, come here your fucking kid" he pulled her that was laid next to him, to lay on his chest and a loud groan left his lips before he answers her "you and Luke" he mumbled "what?" "You asked what was wrong: you and Luke" "are you jealous?" "yes" "he is my best friend. He is your best friend" "I know" "I had been sleeping with you" "know that too" and he knew it well "so what is this about?" he flipped his body to be over her and look inside her eyes "you are amazing, he is amazing and you too know each other so well, are so close. And I'm... just me" "it should be a compliment, right?" "I am talking serious" "me too, but, hey you're lucky that I'm more into jerkasses" she teased what made him smile squeezing his eyes, but he opened it again and he felt her hands cupping his face and she staring at his lips, so he pushed down and kissed her deeply, passionated. Soon her hands were sliding down his whole body stopping on the button of his black, ripped jeans ready to take off of him, but Calum stopped the kiss, swallowed, and laid down at her side again what made her feels confused "uh, you... you should go pack your stuff" "what? pack my stuff?" something was wrong, he never refused sex before 'will he break up with me?' she thought "ok" she put herself up and walked towards the door "hey!" "hum?" "need me to drive you home?" "no, like to walk" "oh, okay" "want to come with me?" he wanted to say 'yes' really, wanted to have sex with her (good and sweaty) let her fall sleep on his arms and wake up late to the trip, forget to put clean underwear on the bag and hear the boys make jokes about the reason that they were late, but... "I will take a shower, you know?" "I have a shower in my place" she raised an eyebrow teasing him again, one last try, but he just kept in silence, she nodded "see you later, Cal" and left his apartment ...he couldn't fall in love with her.
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They met at her place two hours early than they had agreed, she was taking a shower when heard Michael yelling into her living room. "Don't you regret of gave a key to Luke?" "No, like when he is around. Less when I am studying, you know how noisy he can be." now she was on her couch talking with Ashton while the other three was in the kitchen pretending they were barmen "you have a very nice place" "thanks, my grandparents left to me" "I'm sorry" "Oh, it's okay they are alive. They moved to Indiana" "oh, that's nice" "it is" "who wants margaritas???" Luke walked to the living room caring two glasses of margaritas "thank you, Luke" "cheers!" he drank with his best mate when she gasped "you should not drink you'll drive!" "I can drive" "at least someone is behaving. I will love to punish those who don't obey me" she said naughty and Luke laughed loudly he loved when she made sexual jokes "Ash is embarrassed" Michael appeared in the living room yelling (already drunk) with Calum "who is embarrassed?" "Ash. Look he is blushing!" they all laughed "sorry, Ash" "it's fine... Excuse me" Ash made his way to the kitchen and Calum sat next to her where Ashton was before "hey Calum" "what's up Mike?" "You and her will have to control, you know?" "what you're talking about?" "The noise. Not allowed to be loud" Calum laughed "how many margaritas you drank already?" "The margaritas..." He paused and burped 'gross' he continued "the problem is not the margaritas, but the shots" "well, I think that it will not be a problem, Mike" "you are quite loud, babe" she raised an eyebrow and looked to Calum "well, no sex no noise, and you already have made it very clear to me" she stood up and walked to the kitchen to fill her glass and Luke followed her "wow! Calum Hood, what you did wrong?" Ashton dropped at his side very interested in the chaos "I refused fuck with her earlier" "what?! Why, dude?" Ashton and Michael laughed "have my reasons..." he mumbled and blushed a little "ok, they must be good 'cause, bro she is a hottie one and hotties do not are used to be rejected. So she will, naturally, get mad with you" 'he didn't know about her past' Calum thought "Ash... Just be quiet" "alright. Hey Michael did you watched the video I sent you?" Ashton moved the subject leaving Calum only with his thoughts.
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"What happened, honey?" "He is acting weird" "yeah..." "He didn't want to have sex, didn't want to walk home with me, didn't let me tease him" "don't have a clue why he is doing this" "he was being paranoiac..." "About what?" "About us" she whispered "hum?" "About us" "about us? But don't exist an 'us'" "I know" "Jesus, man... what are you gonna do?" "Get wasted" Luke chuckled "you always have the best ideas" then filled his glass.
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Was a little after 8 pm when they left: Ashton driving, Calum at his side and the trio in the back: Michael sleeping at the right, Luke in the middle, and she in the left with her head dropped on Luke's shoulder his arm around her while they count how many trucks they see in the road "how many you already saw?" "Eighteen, I guess" "damn it! I'm losing" "what you guys are doing?" Ashton asked interested in what the friends were doing "We are counting lorries" Calum widened his eyes and look at her "lorries?" "Yes" "wtf are lorries?" "Trucks" "are you British now?" "No, but my last boyfriend was" 'oh, yes. He is British' "I miss him. Do you still hang?" Luke used to hang out with them when he broke up with his girlfriend "Yes, I had lunch with him last week" "send hello when you see him again" "okay" "do you still talk with him" "yes, Ash, we are still friends" "you two truly love each other. I mean after all of that you keep supporting him. It's love" Luke always says too much when he is drunk "I think so" but she was pretty wasted too "why did you break up?" "He discovered he is more into boys, you know..." Ashton looked to Calum already regretting what he said about her earlier "I'm sorry" "yeah, it's alright. He is happy that's what matters" "it's very nice of you..." "Well, he would do the same for me" she said with sadness in her voice and Ashton cleaned his throat "Can I sleep, Luke?" "Yes, sure. Come here" he pulled her to be more comfortable on his chest and she fell asleep, soon he did it too. "I think is only us, bro" "yeah, uh, Cal" "hum?" "Honestly, why are you sat here? Why are you not where Luke is? With her laying in your chest, hands playing in her thighs, teasing each other, kissing?" he licked his lips and swallowed dryly, looked back to certify they were sleeping "I'm afraid" "afraid? Is she spanking you?" Calum blushed "she spanks you?" Ashton laughed "it happened once or twice. Sometimes she is bossy in bed. But anyway is not about it" "So why the hell are you refusing sex?" "I am afraid of fall in love with her" "you? falling in love?" "I am falling for her and faster. But I can't" "wow. Why not? You guys are great together" "she isn't mine. And I'm afraid to ask her to be" "you can't live with fear, bro" "yeah…" "honestly, she is awesome and if you don't risk yourself, someone will and you will lose her" "I know" "just keep it in your mind" "I will. Thanks, Ash" "no problems, mate. I should have a talk show" "hell yeah, you totally should" they kept talking about the imaginary Ashton's talk show for the rest of the trip.
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Was at least midnight when she put on a bikini and jumped on the swimming pool, the boys were making some midnight barbecue, now all drunk, listening to some classic rock, and getting high again. "Beautiful..." "hey" "can we talk?" "Yes! hum, actually I was thinking about the same thing" she was soberer now "good" he dived into the pool and stand next to her "I am sorry about what I said earlier. Sex isn't everything and you're not obligated to do if you're not in the mood. It's just so great that I can't help myself…" she started and he looked into her eyes calmly, taking her hands in his own, she was despaired for an answer and let he knew with her gaze, but he just stepped closer guiding her hands and arms to involve his body, resting his chin on the top of her head and whispered "I want you to be mine" "I will love to be yours" she whispered back and he grinned "sex it's actually really great, isn't it?" "more than it usually is" "so, are you saying that I'm pretty good in bed?" she laughed "you satisfy me, more than the other boys I had slept with" "is it includes Luke?" she smiled "well, I don't remember a lot, but I think so" he grinned at her. Luke and she had already banged a few years ago at some random party, both wasted. Calum knew that and didn't care 'old shit' he thought.
"HEY, LUKE!" "WHAAAATTT?" "SHE SAID SEX WITH ME IS BETTER THAN WITH YOU!" she blushed "Calum!" "damn it!" Luke mumbled more to himself "HEY, CAL!" "HUM?" "SUCK ME!" "I WISH TO, BUT I WILL BE BUSY DOING SOMETHING THAT YOU DIDN'T WHEN HAD THE CHANCE!" Luke laughed out loud and showed to Calum a middle finger. He actually made his bestie come over and over, at the point she thought he had a magic wand instead of a penis, but Calum didn't need to know. Luke winked at her before put his focus on the grill again, she nodded in thanks "did you guys stopped to talk about my orgasms?" "yes, babe" he pulled her legs to his waist and cupped her bum and kissed her, a calm and delicious kiss "want to go to the bedroom and let me put in practice what we were talking about?" "Do you really want to?" "More than you can imagine" "'re you sure?" he whispered at her ear "my handjobs are not like yours" he teased what made her get off his arms and went out of the pool. She pulled his wrist indicating to him to made his way out of the pool to follow her "good night boys" "good night!" Calum smiled at them that was making obscene gestures "yes, we are going to bang and you are not!" she laughed what made the boys stop and focus on another thing. Already in the bedroom Calum was laying in the bed where she said to he waits, she came out of the bathroom and she climbed the mattress to stay at his top "hey, gorgeous" "Cal, if you have to hand job yourself earlier, why you suggested me to leave?" "I was avoiding sex" "why?" "I was avoiding have great moments with you." "Because...?" "I was afraid of fall for you. Don't know about your feelings for me and I am afraid to discover" "I like you a lot" "do you?" "I really do. Wished that you asked me to be yours before" he smiled "I wanted too" "fear makes us do things that we don't want to" "yes" "hope you're not afraid of making me cum" she teased and he squeezed her hips, she kissed he and untied her bikini top "I lie. Don't like you a lots" he widened his eyes "I love you" "love me?" "Yeah. Love everything on you." "It doesn't mean that you love me" "it does" she kissed his neck, his jaw, his lips that tasted like beer "love everything single piece of you. If you puzzle it all together it's you" he smiled "how can you love me?" "ask myself the same every day" he giggled and kissed her again, this time teasing.
She untied the bikini bottom letting him feels how wet she was "fuck" "yes, fuck" they kissed again and again, hot and despaired for each other, he stopped the kiss and she looked at him confused "I'm waiting for an answer" she rolled her eyes but answered he the same way "love you because it's you" he smiled and for the first time let himself fall for her "love you too" he mumbled and she continued the kiss before he took off his swimming short and gave to her want she wanted, what they wanted, 'cause now was not she, was not he, but they.
#calum hood#5sos#5 seconds of summer#calum blurb#so... i wrote this#hope you like#5sos imagine#calum hood blurbs
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Weckheim Preparatory Academy, ~1pm, Same Day
Headmistress: Your Grace, thank you for coming at such short notice.
Dante: Of course. Although I have to admit I was a bit shocked when I got the call.
Thomas: Dad, I-
Dante: Not right now Tom. Did Mr. and Mrs. Gathen already come by?
Headmistress: They haven’t responded to any of my calls so far. Mr. Gathen, do you know where your parents are right now?
Peter: Yeah, Mom’s at a luncheon with her friends and Dad’s at work. Because they actually do their jobs, unlike someone else’s parents.
Headmistress: Mr. Gathen, there is really no need to be so rude. Please, Your Grace, take a seat. Now, I am very curious about what happened that caused this to happen.
Peter: Well, I was talking to Ana upstairs on the balcony like we do everyday after lunch and then suddenly Thomas came out of nowhere and socked me!
Thomas: That’s not what happened and you know it!
Peter: You just walked up to me and started wailing on me!
Headmistress: Is that all that happened Mr. Gathen?
Peter: Yes ma’am. Everything that happened.
Headmistress: Mr. Angers, I’d like to hear your side of the story please.
Peter: What? He punched me! That ought to be enough for you to expel him flat out!
Headmistress: As you are well aware Mr. Gathen, there are two sides to every story. Perhaps you missed the performance of Romeo and Juliet?
Thomas: Well, Alya ran up to Paige and I in the hallway and said that Peter and Annie had broken up and that she was going to get a teacher. We both ran upstairs and Peter was there insulting Ana the whole time and telling her how stupid she was, which she’s not. And then he shoved me, hard.
Peter: I did not!
Headmistress: Hush. You’ve had your turn. What happened after he shoved you?
Thomas: He insulted me and my mom and dad and grandpa. And then I told him to leave Annie alone again and then….
The rest of the post is below the cut!
Headmistress: And then what?
Thomas: I don’t want to say it.
Dante (slightly concerned): Tom, what happened?
Thomas (whispering): He said that I was a bastard and that he would leave Annie alone after Mom learned how to not be a bitch.
Peter: I did not!
Thomas, voice cracking: Yes you did!
Peter: See! Lying bastard.
Headmistress: Mr. Gathen! Thomas, is that why you punched him?
Thomas: Yes ma’am.
Headmistress: The CCTV footage that I have does appear to support Mr. Angers’ claim. I’ll speak to those present later to…
Henry: So sorry I’m late, but your assistant really needs to learn how to respect the time of a member of Parliament.
Headmistress: Funnily enough, I was the one calling you.
Henry: Oh.
Headmistress: Mr. Gathen, are you aware that your son was making inappropriate and disrespectful comments towards one of his fellow peers?
Henry: She must have made it up.
Headmistress: Actually the CCTV footage I have suggests the opposite. As I was about to say, Mr. Angers, I’ll call you in to discuss your punishment later. You can go. As for you Mr. Gathen, this will not go unnoticed by myself or this school. Your behavior here has been unacceptable from day one, to not only your professors, but also, and perhaps more importantly, to your fellow classmates.
Henry: Ma’am, I highly doubt those claims. Peter has always been respectful to his fellow classmates and his professors.
Headmistress: Clearly you don’t know your son as well as you think you do. Mr. Gathen has been, on a number of occasions, disrespectful to his professors, myself and his fellow peers.
Henry: They’re just after him for what he has in the future! They’re all trying to destroy his reputation!
Headmistress: Funnily enough, I do not hear the same about the Crown Princess to her professors and fellow peers.
Henry: She’s just putting on a fake display for the cameras. Everyone in that fucking family does the same thing.
Dante: My children and my ex-wife happen to be part of that same family, Henry.
Henry: Then I’m sure you’re well familiar with those displays.
Headmistress: Gentlemen, please. As I was about to say, I highly doubt that sir. I’ve met with the Crown Princess before, and she has always been respectful and kind to everyone and is very empathetic to the feelings of others. The other students aren’t the problem. Your son is.
Henry: You’ll be sued.
Headmistress: I’ll await the letter from your lawyer then. In the meantime, Peter is suspended from this school for the rest of the year.
Henry: This close to the end of the year? That’s absurd! He’s graduating in 2 months to go the University of Carrington!
Peter: Please Professor. I’ll do anything!
Headmistress: I’ll let the Dean of Admissions know about his behavior here. He’ll still receive his diploma, but he will not be allowed to attend graduation or the formal.
Henry: You’re going to pay for this. Both of you! Come on Peter.
Dante: I’ll speak to Richard later this week to let him know what happened. Never imagined that Tom would be the one to do something like that.
Headmistress: I don’t condone violence between students, but I honestly can’t blame Thomas for his actions. He was just defending his cousin.
Dante: If it’s alright with you, I’d like to sign out Thomas early for the day.
Headmistress: Should I call for Gianna as well?
Dante: Just Thomas. I’ll be back later to pick up Gia. I want to talk to him.
#Henry can go fuck himself honestly#so can Peter#Rule 1: Never trust a Gathen#Dante meanwhile is Dad of the year#Tied with Jim of course#They're both amazing dads#I would like to thank the academy for Dante's genes#royalfamilyofcarrington#dantedukeofangers#thomasviscountbinoir#sim: PeterGathen#sim: HenryGathen#sims 4#sims 4 royal family#sims 4 royal#sims 4 royalty#sims 4 royal simblr#sims 4 royal legacy#sims 4 royal story#sims 4 story#sims 4 simblr#royal sims#royal simblr#ts4 monarchy#ts4 royal#ts4 royal simblr#ts4 royal legacy#ts4 royalty#ts4 royal story#ts4 royal family
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Here are some great bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of May. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!
1) Louis Punishments | Mature | 1759 words
Just a bunch of punishments Harry has given to Louis.
2) Hoping To Discover A Certain Kind Of Lover | Explicit | 2353 words
He knew the basic idea of what was supposed to happen. It was the entire point of the film Zayn was working on. To match up unmated alpha and omega strangers and to film them as they kissed for the first time. The two of them shuffled awkwardly back and forth, unsure of what to do.
Enough was enough. “I’m gonna just go for it, yeah?” Harry suggested, and Louis nodded quickly, already leaning closer to him.
Everything was hesitant at first. Tender lips met, and all of it was soft and new, neither of them wanting to overstep. A little zing of anticipation and something unfamiliar shot down Harry’s spine as he swallowed the tiny sound of surprise Louis made. Neither alpha nor omega were pushing, but that was the point of all of this, wasn’t it? To see what happened when people let go and let themselves be? Harry figured he would try. For the sake of the experiment, of course.
Gently, so, so gently, Harry slid his hand up the side of Louis’s throat, cupping his jaw to hold him as close as he could. Their lips finally, finally, finally parted, and Harry could taste the hint of tea and honey lingering on Louis’s tongue. Suddenly and all at once, he couldn’t get enough.
3) Irresistible | Mature | 2380 words
Louis goes into his first heat at school and no one is able to resist him. Harry - who's been in love with him since forever - fucks and bonds him in the toilets.
4) Signed, No Name | Mature | 4647 words
Harry doesn’t know Blue, he just knows that he leaves random notes in the corners of the books he checks out, and he’s head over heels for him.
5) It Could've Been Worse | Not Rated | 4949 words
The one where a pandemic happens, harry is obssessed and louis hates apps made for 15 years old.
6) Take Me To The Stars | Explicit | 5840 words
Staring at his darling daughter, in the middle of the pasta aisle, Louis found himself on the edge of a neurotic breakdown.
"It’s your birthday tomorrow! And your papa better not do anything to muck it up! Because your dada worked very hard to organise it! And all of your aunties and grannies and granddads and friends will be there!” Louis continued in a sweet sing-song voice that seemed to get increasingly frantic as he continued. “And if your papa is in rut, then what? What’ll we do, honey girl? Your dada will be too busy! And your papa will be too horn-”
“Louis,” Harry interrupted, touching Louis’ arm. “I’ll be okay. It’s probably not even my rut. I can appreciate you… all of you… even when I’m not in rut.”
Louis looked at him skeptically, imagining the shitshow that would be Harry in rut, surrounded by family and friends, at their child’s first birthday party. “I hope you’re right, H.”
7) Kiss Like Fire | Explicit | 9093 words
Harry watches as his uncle's new omega walks around the backyard, serving canapés and drinks to all of the family members gathered. Harry is surrounded by his cousins, all sat together, too young for the adults but too old for the kids and teens. He lifts his beer to his lips and takes a sip when the omega crouches down by one of Harry's younger cousins and hands her a small cracker, sending her off with a sweet smile.
He watches as his uncle comes out of the house, sliding the patio door shut behind him and quickly making his way over to his omega. The omega looks up at him when he wraps an arm around his waist. His pretty lips move with soft-spoken words. Harry has to fight to keep his alpha in check when his dirty old uncle's hand dips down, grabbing at the omega's ass and making him jump.
"Dude," one of his cousins says, "Uncle Darron's new omega is such a milf."
8) Waking Up Alone | Mature | 10060 words
"Nothing makes you hurt like hurting who you love"
Love shouldn't hurt, loving somebody with everything you have shouldn't make you feel like you're dying. Louis feels like he’s drowning. He should have known where this was going from the start, he should have been prepared. Now he’s waking up in an empty bed, some days he doesn’t want to even wake up again. There's a hole in his heart; it's in the shape of Harry. Nothing he does can fill it. Drugs, alcohol, pouring out his heart into songs that Harry probably won't ever hear. When Louis is with him, he feels like he’s in heaven. Being alone, that's what he feels he deserves, at least Harry can be happier without him.
Maybe if they met at a different time, under different circumstances, he could have saved them. Louis had to do what was best for Harry, but it kills him a little everyday. Louis sees his smile everyday, but he knows it's no longer for him. Someone else makes Harry happier, but Louis wanted it to be him. They could have had forever. Louis would have given Harry everything.
"Forget what I said, it's not what I meant" Harry had tried to say, but Louis knew that wasn't the truth. After everything they’ve been through, Louis still loves him.
9) To The Beat Of My Own Drum | Explicit | 10285 words
A collection of drabbles.
10) Alone Too Long | Explicit | 10371 words
By the time The Temptress finally reached bay, the Captain only had one thing on his mind, and that one thing was Louis Darling.
11) Straight Boy | Explicit | 12251 words
Young, brunette and handsome, Louis attracts unwanted attention in prison. When his cellmate offers him protection, Louis accepts the offer, even though he doesn’t trust the guy. Little does he know how much it will change his life.
When he’s released from prison, Louis finds himself needing and wanting things he shouldn’t want. Louis is straight. He is. He has a girlfriend. What happened in prison stayed in prison—or so Louis tells himself.
Until he meets his former cellmate again. Harry. The guy he hates and craves.
12) Beautiful Crime | Not Rated | 13282 words
Note: This fic contins no explicit smut but since it’s a/b/o we’ve decided to include it in this monthly roundup.
Louis is keen to defeat the one and only Alpha Harry Styles who has a notorious reputation in the entire country for his ruthlessness but a turn of events brings them on crossroads which deviate from their havens of war.
13) Anticipation | Explicit | 14156 words
Louis' a stripper. Harry's the new club owner. Louis decides he wants to get in his new boss' pants fairly quickly, but it might take more work than he thought to do that.
14) Strong Enough | Explicit | 20787 words
“So…” Liam starts, and Louis instantly knows where this is going. He’s actually glad it’s Liam that's dragging the subject out from the shadows and into the light. Louis turns to face him, mirroring his position on the couch and nods, ready for him to continue. Liam takes a deep breath. “Have you spoken to Harry recently?”
Five years after Vertigo goes on hiatus, the band comes back together for a benefit concert. Can Louis and Harry work through their complicated past, or are some wounds too deep to be healed?
15) Alpha and Omega | Not Rated | 22270 words
Note: There is no smut where someone bottoms in this fic, but it contains omega Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup.
Louis finds a new sense of self when the son of the werewolf leader, Harry Styles, comes to town to quell unrest in the Chicago pack and inspires a power in Louis that he never felt before.
Not my own work but rather a reimagination of the book Alpha and Omega with Harry and Louis.
16) Amazing Grace | Mature | 24290 words
Harry’s a dedicated pastor who's happily married, Louis is the troubled youth that stumbles into his life.
17) A Trail Of Honey Through It All | Explicit | 27083 words
The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.
18) Just a Bit Twisted | Explicit | 30548 words
Professor Harry Styles is hated and feared by all of his students. Strict, reserved and ruthless, he doesn’t tolerate mistakes and has little patience for his students.
Louis Tomlinson is a twenty-year-old struggling to provide for his younger sisters after the death of their parents. On the verge of losing his scholarship, Louis becomes desperate enough to go to Professor Styles.
Everyone says Styles doesn’t have a heart. Everyone says he’s a ruthless bastard. Louis finds out that everyone is right.
He strikes a deal with Styles, but unexpectedly, the deal turns into something so much more.
Something all-consuming and addictive.
Something neither of them wants.
19) Like It's A Game | Explicit | 32223 words
There is little harry hates more than truth or dare.
20) We'll Be the Fine Line | Not Rated | 32474 words
“…Hey, Harry. It’s Louis…… um, yeah. Listened to the album tonight. It’s real good mate. Um, yeah, just real, impressed. I was kinda putting it off, ya’know, didn’t know if I wanted to listen to it. Saw you went on James and, uh, Saturday Night Live. Couldn’t watch you, have a hard time watching you on these things……. Anyway, mate, just thought I would drop a line. Don’t need to call me back. Alright.”
Louis listens to Fine Line, and, drunk, he leaves a voicemail for Harry after months of not speaking. This reminds Harry of a time before everything fell apart, slowly, painfully, a time when the two of them were still in love. And he desperately wants to go back.
21) The Space Between | Explicit | 33074 words
Living in East Verona was a privilege. One Prince Harry only found out when he decided to cross the borders into The Zone looking for entertainment, a temptation, a distraction, anything that would allow him to escape his boring, mundane life of luxury.
But what he found was something he never could have expected - poverty, destruction, chaos, but most importantly, a blue-eyed boy.
Together, they embark on a journey plagued with hazards and risks and twists and turns.
Can these two star-crossed souls fight for their freedom and keep each other safe at the same time?
22) Yes, Daddy, I Will | Not Rated | 33510 words
Where Harry is a dom and Louis is his cute little sub.
23) Last Blues For Bloody Knuckles | Explicit | 34241 words
Styles was a name everyone knew. It had evolved into something of a fairy tale, a far away problem that normal people didn’t have to deal with. Louis never thought he’d find himself falling in love with him. When he finds himself pregnant with Harry’s child, he knows he has to leave the life, and Harry, behind. For her sake.
He never expected Harry to show back up on his doorstep five years later.
24) Before We Knew | Explicit | 39593 words
Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.
25) Hit Me With Your Sweet Love | Explicit | 39690 words
Powerful people only end up with powerful people. The rest are just playthings in their lives. Louis Tomlinson was many things, but he wasn’t anybody’s plaything.
26) Stole My Heart | Mature | 51343 words
Louis doesn't want much. A warm bed, and people who care about him.
Harry has everything he needs, despite his mother insisting he needs a mate. Money, status, and any omega he wants, why lock his heart down.
Until Louis comes along, and steals it.
27) No Going Back | Explicit | 56102 words
Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. It’s not like their applications will be accepted. Right?
This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.
28) Royal Desires | Mature | 66207 words
When Prince Louis falls into an early heat, his new personal guard Harry Styles is brought in as his heat partner for the time being until Louis finds a suitable royal prince to bond and take the throne with. The only problem is that Harry is everything Louis wants but can't have. Freedom, tattoos, individuality...and quite possibly love.
29) How To Break A Heartbreaker's Heart? | Teen & Up | 67447 words
Harry is straight.
Louis is gay.
Harry happens to be homophobic.
Louis has a dark past.
Harry had a dark childhood.
Will Louis and Harry unite and defy their past? Or will homophobia win for the umpteenth time?
30) Lavender Dreams | Not Rated | 77888 words
Louis is an outgoing person that goes to school for educational psychology and Harry is a biology major who happen to run into each other... a lot.
31) Be My Omega | Mature | 138372 words
It all started when the alpha laid eyes on the short curvy omega and he knew at that moment that his life would never be the same, in a good way of course.
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