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shakirawastaken · 1 year

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dsmp if... they were teachers!

they are all high school teachers

dream: stats - gives his class random stats facts about each exam they take - “the median was 25.8% and the mean was 50% and the mode was 72% andt he t-test showed the results were statistically significant” - wears a green button up formal shirt . every day. with different shades of green - tries to tame his hair every morning but we’ve all seen that shit. its a mess its so fluffy - you try to fix it in the morning but by the time he gets to school its fucked - “whats the probability mr wastaken’s hair is gonna be tamed today? i bet 5 dollars on 13.2%” “...i hear you guys you know” - is always 20 minutes early - never more than that tho - speedruns grading tests - if a kid is slacking in class, he makes sure that reflects on his grade - he has this big project each year where he asks all the kids to make a project that relates stats to their real life - his favorite thing ever - he’ll come home and be like “dear, tubbo had this amazing idea, the kids are so innovative” - tearing up cause his students - best friends with sapnap - u make him a lunch every day and he just trades it with sapnap - everyone thinks hes in an affair with george but he tells them everytime that he has a lovely s/o at home - one of the teachers everyone has a crush on - is always standing at his desk like in front of it and leaning back - does not use the whiteboard he just has slideshows - the room is sparsely decorated - its mainly old projects that people did - has a wall with all the cards and stuff kids gave him, its behind his desk

sapnap: pe/ basketball + football coach - bro - he’s the type of coach/teacher that when he has one of his atheletes in his class he’s RUTHLESS - “pick it up tommy!! is this how you’re gonna be in the game on friday!!! i hope not!!” - jokingly ofc - if ur not one of his athletes he’s nice dw - still makes everyone call him coach tho - how on earth do u spell athletes i think that’s right - will let you sit out if he can tell ur hurting - knows when a kid is faking it - BUT if you use the “im on my period” trick he doesn’t even question it - ��coach im on my period” “okay ur good sit out for today” - likes giving romance advice for some reason - “coach :((( jared blh blah [insert problem]” “omg okay here’s what u do” - pretends he’s in a relationship with karl (u know about it ofc) - so when u show up to one of his games and kiss him all the players are like - “YOURE NOT DATING MR JACOBS” and he just laughs and kisses you again - wears shorts or sweats with a tshirt no matter what - “im a pe teacher fuck professional” - makes fun of dream for like no reason - his favorite unit is the flag football unit and his least favorite is the line dance one - but uses it as an opportunity to play country music and visit his roots amen - just imagine sapnap teaching u line dancing HAAHAH okay im done here

george: comp sci - doesnt give a shit about lesson planning - shows up, glances at the syllabus and just jumps into it - it ends up working in the end - believes in a work to learn method - he doesnt teach, he assigns projects and helps the kids out - so if the kid is like comp sci EXPERT they can just pop off and george doesnt have to worry - but if the kid struggles a bit heres there to help :] - the whole room is blue cause thats all he can see - he looks so uncomfortable when he wears like long sleeve button ups so you unbutton the first one every morning before he leaves - refuses to wear casual clothing to school ever - unless its pajama day ayeeee - once he was teaching the whole class how to download something or some shit and forgot to stop sharing his screen - so he went to text you he was like “doing good love? see you later :]” - and everyone was like - “MR NOTFOUND??” and he was like “wot.” “YOURE NOT DATING MR WASTAKEN??” “no ofc not mr wastaken is ugly” - cue the sounds of breaking glass from mr wastaken’s room - he has a tv on display outside his classroom where he showcases his student’s work - for his final he just gives them a theme and says “go off” - they could make a video, a game, a simulator - whatever they want - 1) its less work for george 2) its more entertaining - once made them all code valentine’s day gifts for you - you teared up ngl - seems like he doesnt care but wants all his kids to succeed - is REALLY good at being patient and helping a kid out but loses all that patience when it comes to other teachers (sapnap, quackity)

karl: chem - absolutely loves the science goggles look. has them on his head always - also lab coats with sweater vest period ahh period uhh - only doesnt give a second shit about any other science but chemistry - loves lab days like on GOD - the man lives for the one lab where u put sticks w diff elements in the fire and watch the fire change color - guys i swear im a stem major - sapnap comes to watch that lab everytime. every period. even if he has a class - knows sapnap pretends to date him and reciprocates it all through the year - but theres that one kid who remembers his “get to know me” slideshow at the beginning of the year where he had a picture of you two - “mr jacobs..i dont believe ur dating coach sapanp” “whaaaat, pshhh, u lying” - makes so many chemistry jokes with you - “hey baby i think we got chemistry” *giggles manically* “why did you say that” “its literally my job” - cue a thumbs up from u and an eye roll from him - genuinely loves being a teacher tho - the interaction he gets with students >>> - he loves the feeling when a student comes up to him after class or even after theyre finished with his classes and go “hey what you taught me really helped” - loves it when a student keeps in contact with him, making him tear up and shi

quackity: spanish - this one was quite..obvious - chaotic teaching style, it doesnt work for everyone - but ITS FUN - lives on teaching through games - kahoots, quiz, scavenger hunt, anything to get out of a slideshow he’ll do - and he figures it out - his quizzes and tests are generally harder than what the games cover but hes a fair grader like he gets that he made it harder - LMFAO HAS A UNIT WHERE HE TEACHES FLIRTS AND SHIT IN SPANISH - brings u in to teach - LMFAOOO “hola amor” “hi?” “what does that mean class” “hi love” “wtf” - laughs maniacally - also this scenario - “hey mr q can i get extra credit for this” “for what” “ *student swears agressively in spanish*” “....yeah ill give u some points dont tell principal phil” - jokingly pines over both coach sapnap and mr jacobs - “guys coach sapnap *heart eyes* and mr jacobs *heart eyes*” “please just teach us spanish” - but everyone knows its a joke and ur it for him - he LOVES the food unit - he borrows the kitchens from the home ec room to teach people how to make traditional spanish foods - but GODDAMN he cant cook - so it ends badly - also he has a thing on his wall for the fifa world cup where its like an elimination thing - face painted his face the mexican flag when the game happened - was this close to cancelling class when mexico was out

wilbur: theater - i wish he was MY theater teacher in high school - one of the only non-toxic teachers - wears a long ass coat i forgot the name - TRENCHCOAT. for dramatics. its giving severus snape - always wants to put on musicals but phil said “you can only do one musical per year” - does that tik tok trend where he has a wall of musicals and rips one off each day and the last one standing is the one they put on - tries so so so hard to get the rights to hamilton, doesnt obviously - so he does stuff like in the heights, dear evan hansen, etc - IF A KID WRITES A MUSICAL AND APPROACHES HIM YOU BEST KNOW HES ALREADY SAYING YES TO PUTTING IT ON WITHOUT A SECOND *THOUGHT* - he loves supporting his students in stuff theyre passionate about even if it isnt music/theater related - once went to the schools water polo game cause one his student mentioned offhandedly in class that they didnt have anyone coming - tommy is his teacher’s assistant person - he runs the improv lessons while wil observes him teaching - “okay kids youre all aliens and ur abducting mr soot” “tommy..” - its so funny when theyre together - rumor has it theyre brothers along with mr blade and phil is their dad - “class please, philza minecraft is not my father.” “okay son” “PHIL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE” - brings u in one day with the excuse of teaching them how to be in love - in reality just has a whole class sing a long to disney love songs while u sit there like why am i here - you pressure him to put on shows YOU want to see - “wil put on high school musical” “nO! WHAT AM I in high school thats so basic” “yes. you are in high school. technically” - puts on high school musical - HES THE TEACHER WHO SHIPS KIDS TOGETHER in the form of making them play love interests - its giving mrs darbus from high school musical - i was in high school musical i played sharpay

lmk if u want to see more members as teachers!! :D and what else u want to see period sorry it was so long okay BYEEE

#dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #wilbur soot x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #dsmp if...#shakira shakira writes #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt school au #dsmp school au

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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blindsided — mike montgomery x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, unprotected sex, roommates to lovers, college!au — smut

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synopsis: he's seen the men that came around late at night just to leave you high and dry early in the morning—he knew he could treat you better than they did.

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nestled amidst the picturesque campus of rosewood university, mike montgomery found himself in a whirlwind of experiences during his freshman year. the ivy-covered buildings, cobblestone pathways, and the autumn leaves that painted the surroundings with vibrant hues all contributed to an atmosphere of academic fervor and youthful exuberance. as he stepped into his new dorm room, a mix of excitement and apprehension gripped him. it was a spacious yet cozy space, adorned with posters of his favorite bands, a cluttered desk, and the comforting scent of freshly laundered sheets. it was his sanctuary for the next few years, but there was one thing he hadn't accounted for—a roommate.

mike's heart quickened as he opened the door and was met with the sight of you, the person he would be sharing this space with. your presence was like a ray of sunshine, and a warm smile played on your lips as you looked up from your book.

“hey, you must be mike, right?” you asked, extending a hand. he felt a rush of relief wash over him as he shook your hand. “yeah, that's me. nice to meet you.”

“likewise,” you replied with a friendly tone. “i hope we get along well.”

over the next few weeks, mike and you settled into a routine. you quickly discovered that you shared a taste in music and often spent evenings swapping playlists, dissecting lyrics, and even singing along to your favorite tunes. your laughter and easygoing nature were like a balm to mike's college jitters. however, there was something that gnawed at mike's curiosity and concern. he couldn't help but notice the parade of men who would visit your room late at night. their footsteps would echo down the hallway, their laughter mingling with your own, and then, they'd vanish by morning. mike had a sinking feeling that these relationships were casual, fleeting, and not entirely fulfilling.

one night, as mike sat at his desk, he heard the sound of yet another visitor leaving your room. he couldn't ignore it any longer. gently, he broached the subject.

“hey, i've noticed you have a lot of late-night visitors,” he began cautiously. your smile faltered for a moment, and you looked down. “yeah, i guess i do.”

mike leaned in, his voice gentle. “are you okay? it just seems like they never stay.” your eyes met his, and he saw a glimmer of vulnerability there. “i appreciate your concern, mike. but it's complicated.”

mike didn't press further, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he could offer you something more meaningful. he wanted to be the one who was there for you, the one who didn't disappear by morning, the one who could truly understand and cherish you.

as days turned into weeks and the semester progressed, he found himself falling for you, slowly but surely. your laughter, your quirks, and the way you lit up when you talked about your passions drew him in like a moth to a flame. and so, his resolve grew. mike knew he had to show you that he could be the person who treated you better than those fleeting visitors. little did he know that this journey would lead to a series of moments that would change both your lives forever.

as the weeks passed, mike and you grew closer. late-night study sessions became the norm in your dorm room. your shared love for your respective majors led to countless hours spent pouring over textbooks, scribbling notes, and debating the intricacies of your coursework.

on one particularly chilly evening, the two of you sat huddled at your desk, surrounded by textbooks and laptops. the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows on the walls. outside, the campus was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of students returning from their evening classes. mike glanced up from his notes and met your gaze. “you know, it's funny,” he said with a chuckle, “i never thought i'd find studying enjoyable, but you make it fun.”

you smiled, your eyes crinkling at the corners. “likewise, mike. who would have thought college could be this much fun?”

as you continued to work, a comfortable silence settled between you. mike found himself stealing glances at you from time to time, admiring your concentration and the way your hair framed your face.

however, the serenity of the evening was shattered when a sudden commotion erupted from the neighboring dorm room. it was a voice that mike had grown all too familiar with, a voice that had interrupted countless nights of studying and sleep.

“hey, baby, you've got to try this,” came the voice of jake guzman, accompanied by a raucous laugh.

mike clenched his jaw, his knuckles whitening as he gripped his pen. he hated how thin the walls were, allowing him to hear every word, every laugh, every intimate detail of your rendezvous with jake.

you glanced at mike, concern etching across your features. “i'm sorry, mike. i know it can be annoying.” he forced a smile, though his irritation simmered beneath the surface. “no worries, it's not your fault.”

but deep down, mike seethed with jealousy and frustration. he had been there, studying with you, growing closer to you, wanting to be the one who made you laugh and shared your late nights. he knew he could treat you better, but he had to keep it together, to respect your choices and not let his emotions get the best of him. that night, as jake's laughter echoed through the walls, mike tried to focus on his studies, pushing aside the turmoil within him. little did he know that the events of this night would set in motion a series of events that would test his patience and ultimately change the course of his relationship with you.

the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the dorm room. you were still peacefully asleep, your breathing soft and steady, unaware of the events that had transpired during the night. meanwhile, mike had been awake for hours, his mind racing with thoughts of the previous evening. quietly, he moved about the room, the soft clinking of pots and pans the only sound breaking the morning stillness. mike was determined to make you breakfast, a small gesture to show you how much he cared, even though his heart ached with jealousy from the night before.

as the scent of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the air, jake guzman began to stir in the neighboring room. he emerged from your shared night, rummaging for his clothes as he prepared to leave. mike clenched his fists, the memory of jake's comments and his audacity still fresh in his mind.

“last night was fun, girl's a knockout,” jake remarked with a sly grin, leaning onto the kitchen counter, testing mike's patience. “big tits, ass. you should tap that while you still can.”

mike couldn't take it anymore. his temper flared, and before he even realized what he was doing, he was in front of jake, leaving the pancake batter in the dust, his fist connecting with his newly-found opponent's jaw. jake staggered back, his surprise quickly replaced by anger.

“what the hell, man?” he spat, his hand clutching his throbbing jaw. mike's voice was low and seething with anger. “get the shit out of my dorm.”

with that, jake hastily gathered his things and left the room, nursing his bruised ego along with his bruised face. mike returned to the kitchen area, trying to calm his racing heart as he waited for you to wake up. when you finally stirred, you found mike sitting at the table, nursing his bruised fingers. concern filled your eyes as you rushed over to him. “mike, what happened? are you okay?”

he met your gaze, his expression conflicted. “i'm okay, but i couldn't stand by and let him disrespect you like that.” you sighed, realizing that he had acted out of protective instinct. gently, you began tending to his bruised fingers, your touch gentle and caring. “you didn't have to do that, mikey.”

he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. “i couldn't help it. i care about you, and the way these guys keep parading here at all hours—it sucks.”

you looked down, a hint of sadness in your eyes. “mike, i appreciate what you did, but you should know,” you paused for a second. your gaze dropped for a split second, just before meeting his once more. “i act out like this because it helps me—my self-esteem. i never thought someone could want more from me.”

mike's heart ached as he listened to your confession. he reached out, lifting your chin to meet his gaze once more. “you deserve so much more, (y/n). you're incredible, and i've fallen for you, not just for one night but for so much more. i can treat you better, show you how special you are.”

tears welled up in your eyes as his words washed over you, a balm to your wounded self-esteem. you smiled, a genuine, hopeful smile that had been missing for so long. “mike, i'd like that. show me.” and in that moment, as you shared that heartfelt smile, mike knew that he was ready to prove himself, to be the one who treated you with the love and respect you truly deserved.

your eyes locked in a deep, meaningful gaze, the unspoken connection between you and mike growing stronger with each passing second. the room seemed to shrink around you as you leaned closer, drawn inexorably to each other.

finally, your lips met in a soft, tender kiss. it was a kiss filled with promises of what could be, a kiss that conveyed the depth of your feelings for each other. mike's hands gently cradled your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he deepened the kiss. the world outside ceased to exist as the kiss intensified, a passionate exchange of emotions and desires. mike's fingers traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of electric sensations in their wake. your hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if you couldn't get enough of the warmth and comfort he offered.

as your lips parted for a brief moment, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. “i want to show you how much you mean to me,” mike whispered, his voice filled with a raw, unbridled passion. you nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. slowly, the two of you began to explore this new and profound connection, each touch, each caress igniting a fire that had long smoldered within you. his kisses traveled down your neck, while your hands slipped beneath his shirt, tracing the contours of his chest.

“nobody's ever kissed me like that,” you admitted through the kiss, your tone ever so soft. mike's eyes were filled with sorrow, but it didn't stop the smile laced with pity from gracing his face. he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “i'm so sorry, doll.” were the only words he could muster as the shock coursed through his veins. you were an incredibly attractive girl—everything about you was attractive. he couldn't believe that nobody had the decency to treat a girl like you the way they did.

the kisses started off sweet, passionate, full of love. the feeling of mike's smooth lips upon your own sent the same chills up your spine. no matter how long you’d been around each other, the first time would always feel special. before long, the kisses became more heated. mike guided you back towards the bed, lips never leaving your own as he laid you down onto the soft mattress, tongue entering your mouth as he basked in the taste. the linger of toothpaste from your early morning routine invaded his senses, the sweetness fitting the atmosphere of the situation, a perfect descriptor for your caring personality. you pulled his face away from yours, cupping his left cheek as you nipped at his jaw, leaving love bites of your own, knowing mike would have a hard time covering them up for his classes later on. you heard the sounds of soft whines escaping his mouth, the noise suddenly becoming your favourite thing in the world. nothing else could compare to the moans of pleasure escaping his throat.

from your focus on his jaw, his hands slipped under the fabric of your oversized shirt, the warmness of his palms brushing over the coolness of your bare skin, heat rushing to the tightness in his jeans when he realized you had slept without a bra on. ever the gentleman, he had never noticed it before. parting from his jaw, you immediately pulled off the shirt, the action seeming the least sexy thing in your mind, but the utmost in mike’s.

once your top was discarded onto the floor, mike raveled in the gorgeousness of your bare breasts. your skin was stunning, breasts in front of him and your collarbone prominent, the sunlight accentuating your waist and hips. “god, doll, you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” he exhaled, his eyes fluttering up and down your body. in a way, he almost felt guilty for the way his eyes were glued to your naked body. you had noticed it, too.

“you feel guilty, don't you?” your voice was a hushed whisper. he hesitated for a second, but nodded, nonetheless. “you're too perfect just to be looked at.” his words made you smile, your fingers trailing up his cheek to cup it. you couldn't help yourself—his soft gaze and puffy lips.

you tugged the ends of his shirt, slightly frailed from each wash it went through, as he un-buttoned the first few buttons, enough for him to easily slide the material over his head. your eyes glistened as they took in his body. prominent ab-lines decorated his stomach, a section of dark, brown hair littering his happy trail to complete his beauty. your lips gravitated towards his chest, placing tender pecks across the centre, trailing down to his stomach, your mouth never leaving his body. his hand slid through your hair, scrunching it as he softly moaned, basking in the tenderness of your actions. and when you looked up, it was the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen. the golden hue of the sunlight burned against the gradient of your face, eyes flickering in the honey dew light. in his eyes, you were perfection.

you had retracted in order for him to take his belt off and discard the jeans that were stopping him from going any further. as he did so, you were working on your shorts, pulling them down as well. the entire time, he couldn't peel his eyes off you. “my gorgeous girl,” the words that he had been biting back all these months, finally made an escape—and they brought the happiest smile to your face.

“legs up for me,” he soothingly said, you complying as he pulled your panties off, your glistening cunt now on full display.

“holy shit,” mike muttered, pulling you slightly down towards him as he wrapped his arms around your thighs. he took a finger, sliding it through your soaked folds, lifting it to his mouth and sucking off the juices he collected. he hummed in content, staring you dead in the eye and quietly saying, “i better have a better taste.”

you whined at his words, at how gentle he was with you. you tugged at his soft locks as he nuzzled against your sopping pussy, inhaling deeply and pressing the rough flat of his tongue against your clit. “mikey, please,” he didn't know what made him groan—your tone, the way you tasted—whatever it was, he wanted more of it. if you had to compare mike to your previous hook-ups, he definitely came out on top, despite not being as experienced as you were. from the feeling of his mouth sucking and licking on your clit, to the way he was purposely squeezing your thighs, desperate to leave a mark, you could've easily deciphered that he was an expert at eating pussy.

when he looked up at you, you nearly came all over his face. your juices had finely coated his chin, slick running down his lips and sweat sticking to his hair, gluing it to his forehead. he smiled contently, lost in something he had dreamed of doing ages ago. “feel good, sweetheart?” you nodded in response, pussy tingling at his husky voice. “feels too good, mikey.” it only got better from there.

he leaned upwards, his body too desperate to take the restraints any longer as he discarded of his tight boxers, his lengthy, girthy cock dripping with pre-cum, aching to be used. you were about to sit up, reaching out as mike placed his hand on your chest, silencing you with yet another kiss. “just rest, doll. i've got you.” he murmured softly. carefully, he nestled his dick up and down your slick folds, collecting your juices, before sliding in, both of you basking in pleasure through whines and moans. his eyebrows furrowed together as he hissed, gripping onto your waist as his mouth hung wide, “fuck, you feel so good, doll.”

he was in heaven, your walls swallowing his cock whole. it was something he never could have anticipated, the feeling overwhelming. the sight of you was all too much for him to handle. one of his hands slid down your waist, his fingers intertwining with yours—a gesture that nearly brought tears to your eyes and made your heart melt.

mike pulled all the way out, before slamming back in, worrying slightly about the harshness of his thrust. he quickly built up a fast and hard steady pace, the room warming up from the heated energy of your pleasure. between kisses and hand-holding, he grunted into your ear, his toned arms wrapped around the back of your head, cradling you towards his chest. you couldn't help but dig your fingertips down his back with your free hand, leaving light scratches that only you and him would know about.

although his pace was deep and hard, there was so much love in every motion he made. after spending so long pining after you ever since he had met you, there you were, in his arms, becoming intertwined with his body. the sound of your bodies slapping together proved the absolute tenderness of love he was giving to you. when he changed the angle of his hips, you felt a sensation like no other, something your body had never experienced before. you wrapped your legs around his back, pulling him even deeper into you, mike feeling the warm fanning of your breath delicately against his shoulder. the new angle allowed for his balls to harshly graze across your sopping cunt, the intensity increasing by the second.

you let out a whine into his neck, tears beginning to stream your cheeks as your hair stuck to your forehead. you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, fists scrunched up in a ball as you let go, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, legs shaking against the back of his waist. mike continued to plow into you through your release, your cunt gripping him securely as his pace begins to falter.

when he came, he did it as loudly as you did, whimpering as you milked his dick for all it was worth. the sounds made you clench around his dick even harder, fueling the fire that had been ignited. you had completely sucked him dry, and he was the first person to ever give you an orgasm.

the things you had been used to after sex ranged from no calls the day after and no further comments nor conversations from the other party. this time, it was different. mike was next to you for a few minutes, holding you as his fingertips traced your hand, the outlines on his palm. his other hand played with your hair, stroking the ends comfortingly before he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you, (y/n). i really do.” you smiled at his words. for a few minutes, you were quiet, the air thick with tension. mike had gotten himself back on his feet, tugging his shorts up his hips before walking into the kitchen. when he came back, he was back with a glass of water and a cloth to clean you up with. your gaze softened, when you had realized that he wasn't going to leave. he was going to stay.

“i love you, too, mikey.”

#pll #pretty little liars #mike montgomery x reader #mike montgomery smut #mike montgomery angst #mike montgomery #aria montgomery #spencer hastings #allison dilaurentis #hanna marin #emily fields

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gracexthoughts · 12 days

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of violent delights chap 16

too sweet

7 june 1996

Euphemia’s POV

We made it back to the hospital wing last night in the nick of time and the discovery that Sirius had escaped sent Snape into a conniption. I won’t deny it was slightly amusing; while Snape tends to be nicer to me than Harry, he’s still a prick. Pomfrey let Harry, Hermione, Ron and I leave the hospital wing at noon this afternoon, although most of the students are at Hogsmeade for the last trip before the train leaves tomorrow.

Exhausted, I’ve chosen to rest instead of going to Hogsmeade. We may have gone to bed around eleven last night, but I added about 3 extra hours to my life so I feel like I stayed up most of the night but first, Harry and I decide to pay a visit to Lupin. His office door is open and as we enter, I notice most of his things have already been packed. “Hello Mia, Harry,” Lupin says before he turns to see us, “I saw you coming,” he smiles and motions to the Maruader’s Map open on his desk. He has more scrapes across his face and he looks terribly pale. “I’ve looked worse.”

“You’ve been sacked?” Harry asks, looking around.

“No, I’ve resigned. Professor Snape let slip the nature of my condition and I feel its best to get ahead. At this point, the outcome is inevitable.” Lupin sighs, taking books from the shelf behind his desk and into a case.

“That’s not fair! You didn’t hurt anyone! Maybe Dumbledore-”

“Dumbldore has already risked enough on my behalf,” Lupin interrupts me, raising a hand to stop me. “By this time tomorrow, owls will start arriving with angry letters from parents. Like I said, it is inevitable. It’s alright, let’s just say I’m used to it.”

“Doesn’t make it fair,” I sigh. “You’ll come live with us, won’t you? Now that Sirius can’t, we have the room.”

“I will visit, I promise, but I won’t stay. I have my own place in London and you don’t need a guardian anymore, Mia.” Lupin moves around the desk and leans against it to face us. “I’m quite proud of the two of you and how much you learned this year. Tell me about your Patronuses.”

Harry and I tell him what happened, both times, and what forms our charms took. “Our father, his animagus form was a stag wasn’t it?” Harry asks at the end of his story.

“Yes, that’s why we called him Prongs,” Lupin says, smiling faintly at the memory. He stands suddenly, as if just remembering something important, and moves back around his desk and hands harry back his Invisibility Cloak. “I brought this back from the Shack this morning. And, since I am no longer your teacher, I feel no guilt about giving this back to you as well,” he says motioning to the map. “I dare say that James would be very disappointed if his children never found any of the secret passages in the castle.” We all chuckle at that.

“None of it made any difference,” Harry says sadly, looking down at the cloak in his hands, “Pettigrew got away and Sirius-”

“Is alive. That makes all the difference in the world,” Lupin implores, looking very deeply into Harry’s eyes as he places a hand on his shoulder. “You did a very noble thing, stopping us from killing Peter. Your parents would have most certainly done the same, and Sirius may not be absolved but he is free. And the two of you are certain of his innocence. That, for now, is enough… Now, I must say goodbye. Send me an owl once you are settled in your apartment, okay?” Lupin asks, handing me a small piece of parchment with an address scribbled on it.

“I will,” I nod, smiling up at my godfather and he nods, picking up his suitcase and his walking stick but before he does, he turns to the map still on his desk and, with a flick of his wand, mutters “Mischief Managed,” with a nostalgic smile and leaves the office and the classroom, leaving Harry and I in his office in silence, just the two of us once again.

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Mattheo’s POV

I step into the already raging party, instantly hit with loud music and flashing lights, the air is thick with warmth and smoke as a majority of the student body celebrates the end of the school year. I push through the crowd until I see Theo, Enzo, Elladora and Astoria and make my way towards them.

“Hey mate, finally decided to stop moping and join the party?” Theo chuckles, lightly smacking my shoulder.

“Shut up,” I grumble and take the liquor bottle that he’s holding and take a swig.

“Why were you moping, Mattheo?” Astoria asks from the arm of the chair to my left.

“He got stood up by the princess last night,” Enzo says sitting down next to her, his comment making Theo chuckle. Enzo and Theo had been the unfortunate two that were still in the common room when I finally came back last night and I told them everything which I am now severely regretting.

“You planned a date with her?” Elladora cries, disgust on her face.

“No!” I growl, reaching around Astoria to smack the top of Enzo’s head. “We were supposed to have rounds. She bailed and I am not moping.”

Ella watches me for a moment before stepping closer and leaning up to whisper in my ear, “When she breaks your heart don’t come crying to me.” And with that, she shoves past me and further into the party.

“For the record, I think the two of you would be great together, Matt,” Astoria says, squeezing my hand for a moment.

“Yeah, The Girl Who Lived and the Heir of the Dark Lord. Common sense pairing really; what could go wrong?” Enzo mutters behind his drink, earning another smack but from Astoria this time.

“Why should that matter? The war is over and your father’s gone, isn’t he?”

“I need a drink. Feel free to stop discussing my life,” I grumble and turn away from my friends, their laughter following me. I push through the crowd towards the back wall of the room where the drink table is and at it, I see a familiar figure making a drink.

“Well, well, well, look who I found,” I say lowly in her ear, startling her and she turns to face me.

“Hey! You scared the shit outta me!” Mia says, her face lighting up with a large smile.

“Hey Princess,” I say with a small smile. She’s wearing lightly distressed jeans and a tight and cropped green shirt which makes her auburn hair look more vibrant; all this to say she looks fucking hot. “You look great,” I say, resisting the urge to tell her how good she looks in green and how lovely she’d look wrapped up in the dark green sheets of my dorm bed.

“Thanks,” she says, her cheeks flushing as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “Hey listen, I’m so sorry about last night,” Mia says earnestly, “The whole thing was so much more complicated and insane than I ever could have guessed and I couldn’t get away. I’m sorry.” Her green eyes are wide and honest and all the bitterness that has sat in my chest the last 24 hours melts away.

“‘S’arlight, Mia. No big deal,” I say with a shrug, hoping I’m hiding the disappointment I felt last night.

“I’m even more sorry that my brother interrupted us yesterday,” she says, picking up the drink she had been making and taking a sip.

“We do seem to get interrupted a lot, don’t we?” I chuckle, pouring myself a cup of Firewhiskey. I tell myself that us getting interrupted is for the best but still everytime I’m left wondering what would have happened if we were left alone for another minute or twenty. “So, what happened last night that was such a mess?”

“Ugh, Godric,” she sighs with a chuckle. “It’s a very long story but it involved a secret tunnel, a werewolf, a rat, a dog and several dementors.”

“Bloody hell, what did you get yourself into this time?” I chuckle, eyes wide and Mia laughs.

“A mess for sure,” she laughs. “But it ended up being for the best, I think.”

“You didn’t have anything to do with the runaway hippogriff and Sirius Black escaping, did you princess?” I ask, stepping closer, and very intrigued at hearing her story.

“That’s preposterous!” She exclaims, sarcastically scandalized.

“Salazar, it’s a party, Potter, not school. Who actually speaks like that?” I tease.

“Huh, and here I was starting to think you liked the way I talk,” she fires back without a moment’s hesitation, her eyes flicking to my lips only for a moment.

“Hey, Mia, there you are. You said you’d be right back and I got worried. Everything okay here?” One of the Weasley twins asks, his eyes boring into me as I step back from Mia and he wraps an arm around her. Mia’s shoulders tense slightly as irritation flickers in her eyes for a split second.

“Peachy,” I deadpan, returning his gaze as I take a long sip of my drink. Interrupted, again.

“Hey, Freddie, Matt and I were just talking. Do you need a drink?” Mia says and I suppress a smile at Mia using my nickname so casually in front of Fred because it seems to cause him to bristle. Fred raises an eyebrow and looks back to me, his arm still around Mia’s shoulders casually, the sight twisting my gut into a knot.

“Oh yeah? Sure, I’ll take a drink,” he says, not taking his eyes off me as he grabs an alcoholic Butterbeer bottle but it seems like he’s had quite a few already.

“Yeah, Freddie. No need for a guard dog,” I sneer, leaning back against the table, my gaze not leaving Fred’s, jealousy raging in my stomach and chest. Fred stiffens, his jaw ticking, as Mia moves out from under her arm.

“Okay, unnecessary,” she snaps at me before looking back to Weasley. “Can the two of you cool it with whatever macho-testosterone-filled-pissing contest you’ve had going all year? Unless you’d rather go to the bathroom and measure them just to finally settle it all?” Mia snarks. “Mattheo and I are friends now, I told you that earlier, so there’s no need to be protective,” she says to Fred before turning to me, ”and there’s no need to be defensive.” She looks between the two of us, daring one of us to defy her.

“Mia, how can you be friendly with him? His father-”

“I am very aware, Fred, and if I, of all people, can move past it then certainly you can as well!” Mia fires back, interrupting Fred.

“I don’t need you to defend me, princess,” I bite out, my gut twisting more and more every time Mia looks at him. Mia turns to me, hurt hiding behind her eyes and I immediately regret saying it.

“Hey, don’t talk to her like that!” Fred snaps, reaching out to push me back but I swing on instrict, my fist connecting with his face, and force him to stumble back.

“Stop!” Mia cries, stepping between us as a crowd forms a circle around us. Mia pulls Fred’s hand away from his face, nothing bleeding but he’ll take a shiner home tomorrow. Fred pushes Mia behind him, her much smaller frame easy for him to push back as he comes to get in my face, using the inch of height he has on me to his advantage.

“You leave her alone. She has enough trouble in her life without you adding more,” he says lowly to me, trying to be threatening but, to me, the pranksters of Hogwarts are just clowns.

“Back up, Weasley, or I’ll send you home to your mummy in a box,” But I don’t get a chance to make good on my threat as Mia wrenches Fred back by his arm and starts shouting at him how she’s not a helpless damsel in distress and she doesn’t need him to protect her from anyone but I stop listening and stalk through the crowd and out of the party.

At the back of the room, there's a slightly hidden staircase that leads up to the boat house and the lake. I take the stairs two at a time, no longer in the mood for parties or people, and take a deep breath as the warm night air hits my face and enters my lungs. She’s too good for you. She’s better off without you in her life, the voice in my head reminds me, souring my mood further as I reach for a cigarette. I try to spark my lighter but it refuses to light, out of fuel, and angrily I chuck it into the water of the Black Lake, sending ripples across the otherwise still waters as I sit on the edge of the ancient dock.

I sigh, looking down at the unlit cigarette in my hand and try to snap the fingers of my free hand, desperately hoping to produce a flame long enough to spark. After a few tries, I manage it; a small but steady flame at my fingertips, the warmth dancing along my skin but not burning, and I inhale the smoke into my lungs and let the flame extinguish. The waning moon shines brightly on the surface of the lake and the hum of insects and birds and creatures fills my ears, slowly draining the angry blaze in my chest to smoldering embers.

I don’t know how long I sit here, smoking and staring at the water and thinking about Mia; the physical manifestation of all I want in the world and everything I can’t have. Of course the first girl I want more than one night with is her. She’s too good, too sweet, too gentle for the likes of me. Men like me don’t get the girl, they don’t get happy endings, they don’t get what they want and I hate myself for allowing my heart to convince my brain that I could have all that. I take a final drag of my cigarette and flick the roach into the water, sending more ripples across the surface as it floats away with my hope.

“That’s littering, you know?” A voice pulls me from the dark depths of my own mind and I turn my head to see Mia standing by the stairs.

“Gonna give me detention? Get a head start on next year?” I ask dryly, turning back to look out at the water. I hear Mia’s footsteps across the wooden dock until she appears in my peripheral and sits next to me at the edge of the dock.

“I’m really sorry about Fred. He’s drunk and he’s being stupid and protective and a jerk. He shouldn’t have brought up your dad, you don’t deserve that, I’m sorry,’’ she says, her voice soft and gentle.

“‘S fine,” I grumble, resisting the urge to look at her.

“No it’s not. He was totally out of line, that’s not okay,” she implores. When I don’t respond, she reaches out, placing her hand on my knee and setting me on fire, but I can’t give in to it, I can’t, so I pull away and stand up.

“I’m used to it. It’s whatever. Have a good summer, Potter,” I force myself to say, sparing one glance at her beautiful face clouded in hurt, before I tear my eyes away and start back towards the party.

“So that’s it?” Her voice rings out, stopping me in my tracks against my will. “The year is over and you’re just going to go back to hating me? Pretend that nothing happened this year? That something didn’t change between us? That there’s nothing here? You’re just gonna run away because you’re scared?” Hurt clouds her voice, changing it from the clear, sweet, tempting sound I’m so used to and I turn around to face her. She’s standing now, her back to the water and her hair blowing out behind her in the gentle breeze, her eyes dark in the low light but confusion shines in them. Even with her face in shadows and her features contorted by pain, she’s still the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.

“I’m not scared,” I manage to say, my fists clenched at my side.

“Then why are you acting like this? C’mon Mattheo, we’ve been towing this line for months and you’re going to just walk away? Try and make me think it's all been in my head?” She asks, moving to close some of the distance between us.

“Mia,” I breathe out, her magnetic field threatening to pull me in the closer she gets to me.

“No. Say it. Tell me it's all in my head,” she implores, looking up at me pleadingly, like I am her last life line.

“Stop.”

“I'll stop if you can look me in the eyes and tell me its all in my head...You can’t say it, can you?” She asks, now a mere breath away from me, her perfume invading my senses and it takes all of my crumpling willpower to not reach out and touch her. “You’re many things, Mattheo Riddle, but you are not a liar. Not to me. You can’t say it because you know it's not true. You’ve felt it too.”

“I’m not a good man, Mia,” I say, my voice rough. “I’m not a good person and I’m not going to pretend I am because running around pretending you are a good person is worse than just accepting you aren't one. I’m not good for you; everything I touch I break and I don’t want to break you.”

“I think you are a good person. I’ve seen it, I know it. You’re just afraid to show anyone because you think it makes you weak but it doesn’t!”

“I’m not afraid of anything,” I snap.

“Fine, then prove it!” She says so loudly it echoes over the water for a moment. We stand there for a moment completely still, our eyes locked and our breath uneven. I want nothing more than to close the distance between us but I don’t because she’s right. I am scared. I’m scared because there is no way this works out well. I’m not a good man and I’m not a good partner and she deserves the world and I could never give it to her. “Why are you so bloody stubborn?” She breathes out, shaking her head slightly before she takes a step forward and, cupping my face in her hands, presses her lips to mine and my world explodes.

All my willpower crumples under her touch and I give in; my hands find the bare skin of her waist, pulling her body closer to mine, as our lips move in tandem. All I’m aware of is her; her lips, the way she smells and tastes, and the feel of her body pressed against mine. The world could implode around us and I wouldn’t notice, all my senses are consumed with her. Her hands are in my hair, tangling with my curls and I pull her impossibly closer as my hands clutch her to me desperately; one still on the bare skin of her waist and the other on her cheek, wrapped up in strands of her hair that is as soft as I’ve always thought it looked. I kiss her like the world is ending, like a starved man who hasn’t eaten in years, like kissing her could absolve me of all the darkness in my soul and make me anew.

She pulls away slightly after a moment, both of us breathless, and I’m in awe of her like this: her lips swollen, hair tousled and pupils dilated. “Matt,” she says breathlessly and I lean back in, capturing her lips once more. I step her backwards until her back is pressed against the wall of the boathouse, eliciting a small gasp from Mia’s mouth as her bare skin collides with the cool glass. I smirk against her lips, pressing further into her body as I deepen the kiss, taking advantage of her gasp. My body takes over, no longer thinking through my actions or their consequences, and I just feel. All that exists to me in this moment is us and for once I’m not the son of the Dark Lord and she’s not The Girl Who Lived. We are just Mattheo and Euphemia, Matt and Mia, and right now that is more than enough.

a/n; ahhhh!!!

yes this is named after too sweet by hozier bc its sooooo mattheo riddle coded and fit really well and I was listening to it while i wrote this. also this gif makes me literally feral so enjoy ;)

one more chapter to go in PoA year and then we get to move on to GoF so yay!

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dottedmage · 1 year

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GOOD LIRD I FINALLY FINISHED THIS

Finnally a proper references for my agent headcanons hurray. “Nakey” version + other info under the cut (looking you with eyes, you will read everything)

Timeline for this is Sara and Cube post RotM, Mars and Eight with their splat2 outfits but beginning of splat3 appearences (i was too lazy to come up with clothes lol)

Sara

-23 years old

-Top left side of her head is permanently scared due to direct contact wih sanitized ink. Has permanent blury vision on her left eye, moderate hearing loss on her left ear and pain on her left shoulder.

-His hands and feet got hit by significant amounts of fuzzy ooze while cutting it all down. This is why he wasnt able to keep going 👍 (no bones for an ankle to be broken uknow)

-Says the most unserious of things in the most serious tone, seems like theyre joking but its always from their heart

-Sees themselves a lot in Cube and takes care of it and gives it advice contantly. Offered Cube to go live with them after their mission was over but Cube refused

-Knows a little bit of octarian, hes trying his best but has a unique way of mispronouncing words

Mars

-22

-Very clumsy during his 1st time as an agent so he has lots of scars because of that

-Scars on his right side are from a bomb explosion gone very wrong

-After splat2 she grew her hair out and styled it to match Maries a bit

-Lives in a shared apartment with Sara and sometimes Eight

-Was catching up with her high school missed agent years and is now studing some general science/space-based course 👍 he like space a lot

-Was very mad and very upset and very sad he was not the one choosen to be sent into space to save the earth

-Fluent in octarian, also knows a bit of salmonling

Eight

-22

-Her weird spots are a reaction from perlonged exposure to a sanitized environment, the bigget her spots are the better, the smaller the worse. She sometimes wakes up with random pains, especially in her right arm and back

-Lives with Pearl and Marina post OE, also spents a loooottt of time at 4 and 3s place

-Fluent in inklish but has a funny accent

-Loves travelling with Pearl and Marina, honestly she loves travelling with anyone but her cool lesbian moms go to 100 places in a month so its a plus she gets to go with them for free

-Very good cook, is bad with deserts but shes getting better

Cube

-16

-Became a little furry tiger-ish inkling due to prolonged exposure to fuzzy ooze. Unlike Sara it is less fuzzy, its just spread all around its body

-Cannot change into squid form and produces ink very slowly in a small amount, limiting its capacitie of participating in ink related sports.

-Scavanged the deserts around splatsville for trinkets to sell in 2nd hand markets and fairs. Meet with Deep Cut once or twice during that period, hence their pre-assumption that it was gonna steal the stuff for itself

-In their free time they used to participate in turf wars. They considered doing salmon runs but found it extremelly wrong and immorall

-Little buddy was a salmonid that wanted to see more of the world so they snuck into, a very distracted, workers hat. Lucky for them that worker was very friendly, and tired of grizzcos work, so they showed little buddy all around splatsville and its deserts and even a beach. They quickly beacame friends and are inseparable now

-It knows salmonling wowow

-Maths fan, number one stan of geometry and shapes

-Tableturf card collector

-Lives in a too-big of an apartment with the squid sisters

-Goes to school now hurray!!

-Visits Sara a lot, doesnt spent much time there as Eight but does show up unannounced

Suspense music, relatioship thang:

Sara

About Mars; My friend, my one and only. I can count on her for everything. I do have to keep an eye out for her extreme clumsiness

About Eight; I wish i got to spent more time with her. Shes very fun and makes me feel at home when shes around.

About Cube; Was this how Callie and Marie felt when i joined the splatoon? Fun kid, has to stop stepping on metal.

Mars

Sara; oh Sara my good friend Sara. We ding dong ditch together, our neighbours hate us but they dont know that. (also i dont think she realizes were dating....)

Eight; oooo my love kiss kiss muah muah

Cube; funny kid, does need to make up for not inviting me to space with them. Im joking, i love it and the little rocks it gives me.

Eight

Sara; Hes very unserious! You would think behind her intimidating looks is someone thats shy and reserved but she has the wildests things to say sometimes, shes very funny i like her a lot (we need to talk to her abt that, you cannot keep assuming things Mars...)

Mars; There is not a single conversation with you where i dont laugh my heart out. Thank you for the butterflies in my stomach head and eyes

Cube; It comes into our house, it eats all the food, it gives a long detailed compliment, it leaves. Interesting child i guess.

Cube

Sara; Seemed very intimitading at first but i think shes just worries about me but hey! i can take care of myself fine

Mars; i like to give her animal shaped rocks and crystals.

Eight; I haven't talked or seen her a lot but she cooks so well

o wow you read it all congrats! you have the right to 1 (one) drawing request ;) and if you have anything to ask please do, talking abt headcanons and stuff makes me develop characters faster and its fun :]

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #octo expansion #splatoon 3 #agent 3 #captain 3 #agent 4 #agent 8 #new agent 3 #neo3 #xeno octoling #xeno inkling #baahahhaha eight is so tall in her heels #sorry no little buddy bc i have not gotten to the worlbuilding part of salmonids #maybe next time

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ventique18 · 1 year

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Malleus Draconia: Masquerade (Chapter 2)

Link to Part 1 here

Diasomnia Dorm - Lounge

Malleus: A song... That sort of thing as thanks?

Azul: To merely dismiss it as "that sort of thing"... You don't seem to realize your own worth.

Azul: If the famous Malleus would exhibit a heart-rending performance at the exchange program...

Azul: It would be the highest honor for the host school Noble Bell College to witness.

Azul: It would also be a once-in-a-lifetime memory for all the participants of the exchange.

Azul: Compared to any half-hearted souvenir, this would definitely be a much more beautiful gift.

Sebek: Human... No, AZUL-SENPAI..!

Sebek: You really do understand the splendor of Lord Malleus! I've changed my opinion of you! You have a wonderful perspective!

Malleus: Hm. Is that so?

Sebek: Yes! If I, too, were to receive a song from Lord Malleus... I WOULD FEEL LIKE I HAVE ASCENDED TO HEAVEN!

Silver: I also like singing. If you sing with all your heart, you can easily convey your feelings to anyone.

Azul: Indeed. A song costs nothing, yet it leaves a moving impression. It's especially perfect for students to prepare...

Azul: It's the most cost-effective present there is!!

Lilia: And suddenly we're back to the harsh reality of the world... Well anyway, I also think a song is a good idea.

Lilia: If you can show how friendly you are by singing, even Malleus will find it easier to get along well with others.

Lilia: As for what song to perform at the City of Flowers' Noble Bell College... I can think of one.

Lilia: It's an old song passed down from generation to generation in the City of Flowers. They would enjoy a performance of a piece that locals love and know well.

Malleus: I see. Lilia, I would love to learn more about this piece of music.

Malleus: Silver, Sebek. I'd like you to gather the other participants of the exchange program.

Malleus: I've little experience working on music with a large group, therefore it'll surely be much more difficult to prepare than when I'm alone.

Malleus: Once the program has been decided and the parts allocated, we shall begin with practice... I'll be busy from now on until the departure date.

Azul: Indeed. Let's do our best!

-- Next Scene --

Azul: For this inexpensive gift of a song, I will be chosen as the main vocalist too. Everything's going according to plan, but...

Malleus: Ashengrotto. For this part, you were off by half a beat.

Malleus: I listened to the recording of our chorus earlier, and I don't think we blend well at the part where you sing with me.

Malleus: That's not good. Lilia said that harmony is important in the chorus.

Malleus: Perhaps I am the cause. We have to pinpoint any areas for improvement, so for that reason, let us start over from the top.

Azul: Wha-what amazing proactivity... This eagerness!

Azul: Even though I've also put together a practice program before, to start a lesson with strictness that exceeds even that... is beyond my expectations.

Malleus: Shroud, follow Lilia's example once more. Listen closely.

Lilia: The pitch here is like this: "Lalala~~~". Like that!

Idia: ............... a........... a......................

Malleus: What's wrong? Your voice won't come out.

Idia: N, no... Please rethink this..!

Idia: I-It took me so much effort just to get here, you know! Can't you at least praise me?!

Azul: You sure were able to drag yourself our of your room. I wonder if pigs would fall from the sky today too?

Idia: I wish a meteorite would just fall and cancel everything, you know.

Idia: I don't wanna be chosen as a main vocalist, so I was just talking to Ortho about how to avoid it...

Idia: But then Silver and Sebek just forced the door open! How dare you!

Idia: I didn't think top-notch security would lose to brute force! I'll have to upgrade that tonight.

Lilia: Kehehe... If you tighten your room's defense, then we'll just increase our offense.

Lilia: If Ignihyde has robust security, then Diasomnia has no shortage of firepower.

Malleus: Yes, Silver and Sebek, as well as the entirety of Diasomnia students...

Malleus: Until the exchange program ends, we must prioritize the success of this song. This is why I'm being strict.

Idia: So that's why the Diasomnia students were glaring at me wherever I go! Their housewarden is abusing his authority?!

Azul: So you didn't even skimp out on surveillance. That's true leadership.

Malleus: Now now. Everybody in this exchange program is an important part of this precious gift.

Malleus: And us main vocalists more so. Both of you are the most important part of this gift...

Malleus: Which is why you will not leave Diasomnia until you can sing the first verse perfectly.

Idia: He's serious..!

Idia: Even though I already don't wanna practice anymore, it's even harder to bear this level of tension!

Azul: Yes. And what's even worse is...

Lilia: Well then, let's stop with the chatter and get back to practicing. Since we'll be starting again from the top, let's have Malleus sing first.

Lilia: Music, start!

Malleus: Afraid of the dawn~

Malleus: Wishing again and again~~

Azul: Malleus... He's so good at singing!

Azul: It's not just his technique... He has the power to stir the heart of those who listen.

Idia: Aren't his facial expressions too good? Is vocal singing also a requirement in the education of the next King of Briar Valley?!

Lilia: It's true that in order to hone his creativity, he also received musical education in Briar Valley to some extent...

Lilia: But you seem to be much more exceptional than usual. You must have practiced a lot.

Malleus: Indeed. Everyday, I practice by myself for two hours after waking up, and then another two hours before retiring for the night.

Azul: If we're to sing along with Malleus, we have to be on par with his skills...

Azul: This isn't the time to settle for the usual practice. I have to put in the same effort!

Idia: Practicing with the entire group, practicing with the main vocalists, and then practicing alone for four hours..?!

Idia: Where do you get all that energy from..! When and how do you even sleep!

>> To be continued

Link to part 3

#THEY'RE SO FUNNY OHMYGOD #Malleus REALLY isn't a powerful person for no reason #he is VERY hardworking #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #glorious masquerade #malleus draconia #azul ashengrotto #lilia vanrouge #idia shroud

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v7knp · 4 months

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Rivalryএ [a.a]

synopis: you and abby have been academic rivals since sophmore year in college, trying your best to beat her, you two dispised eachother, untill your friends make you go to a party instead of studing.

a/n: part 1/? also this is kinda long srry😭

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You hade a huge History test, it was worth 75% of your grade, your teacher reminded you guys to study after every class.

You were wating for class to end, watching the clock tick. You turn your head eyes darting the class room, out of pure boredom. Your eyes landed on your rival, she was typing away, on her laptop, you hated her, but not the way she looked, not her nicley toned arms, or her pretty face, or the way those couple strands of hair framed her face.

She glanced up and looked at you.

She smirked and mouthed "What?" You rolled your eyes and looked back at your notes continuing to type. Your teacher droned on for the next 30 minutes preparing your class for the test.

"Don't forget to study for the test on monday you guys, have a great weekend!" Said your teacher she was so sweet, but talked so much.

You packed up and walked out of class with your friends you guys talked about how you were nervous for the test.

----------------------Time skip----------------------

It was 10:35 pm you were studing but all the noise coming from your neighbors was too much.

Thats when you got a call from your friend.

"Y/n why aren't you out with us?"

"I'm studying, I'll party with you guys tommorow."

"No, put your pencil down, and come out with us, I dont care about your dumb compitition with Abby, if you dont arrive in about an hour I'm going to keep annoying you untill you do, okay?"

"Ugh, fine, send me the address"

You hung up, took a shower, styled your braids into a half up half down, did your makeup, and drove to the party.

When you arrived you felt the base of the music as soon as you stepped out your car.

You walked in, and looked around for your friends, you couldn't see them anywhere.

You texted your friend

"Where are u, I dont see u"

"Okay I'm by the dj look over here"

"I see u, Im waving my hand"

"Kay"

You walked over by the dj, you saw your friend, but you also saw Abby

Your whole mood changed, you brushed past her making her spill her drink.

"What the fuck!" She yelled, "Oh, sorry was that me?" You questioned inoccently. "Yeah, you fuckin' did so apologize" she furrowed her eyebrows angrily.

You shrugged your shoulders "No" you walked away quickly, you may do things to piss her off, but you would never fight her, she'd probably kill you.

You were having a nice time when you decided to get, you and your friends some more drinks. You walked over to the bar and sat down.

You heard strong steps behind you, boots hitting the ground in a harsh fashion. You heard the chair next to you squeak.

You turned your head, it was Abby. you scoffed and sat in silence wairing for the bartender.

"You're so pretty you know that?" She slurred her words.

"Abby you're drunk, you don't even know who I am right now." You stated

"Yes I do Y/n".

You looked at her in shock she laughed at your reaction. "What, suprised?"

She continued, "I've been dreaming of this moment, ever since I've laid eyes on you."

you sat there stunned your mouth agape, your breathing harsh, your shock got stopped short from Abby's soft, plump lips kissing you harshly.

You felt her sloppily make out with you, you'd be lying if you said you didnt enjoy it.

"Abby, youre drunk, you just cant think straight right-"

"I never think straight when I'm around you." she chuckled out.

She grabbed your arm softly, and guided you both through the crowd, you allowed her. She dragged you into the bathroom, and pushed you agianst the cool tiles.

She kissed you sloppily, and harshly. after a frw minutes she staryed to get impatient. she sat you on the counter, almost ripping your clothes off.

You took her muscle tee off, you starred at her beautifly toned abs, with freackles trailing down.

"It's rude to stare" she chuckled "Oh, shut up, you stare too."

She groped your tits through the bra, becoming umpatient once more she took your bra off quick.

Her eyes landed on your chest, the site to die for in Abby's eyes, she toyed with your silver jewlrey.

"When did you get them pierced?" she questioned flirtasiously.

"t's none of your buisness" you said breathly going in for another kiss, taking her pants off in a rush.

You saw the bulge in her boxers, why had'nt you noticed before?

"Is that..." you sat stunned

"Yup" she said she pulled her boxers down, and spread your thighs apart, she rubbed the dark purple strap over your clothed cunt.

You whined at the feeling pulling your panties down.

"Needy much, youre already wet"

You felt the wave of cockyness rush over Abby "Shut up" you said while grabbing her face forcing your tounge in her mouth.

She pulled back and hooked your leg over her shoulder. she thrusted into you harshly, your other leg wrapped around her waist keeping her in place, she slammed her hips into you agian and agian.

She thrusted it into your gushy cunt, the lewd sound of the friction area filing the echoing bathroom.

She held onto your hips making sure you couldnt squirm away from her, she kept you like that untill you where out of break saying her name like a prayer.

"Ab-" You tried to speak but she shut you up. "Be quiet" she commanded.

You gasped as you tried telling her agian, but it was too late, you squirted on her lower body.

She chuckled at the site. She let you go lowering herself to your heat.

She played with your clit, making you jerk your hips towards her, she latched her mouth onto your cunt cleaning you up. she sucked on your thighs leaving marks.

She kissed back up your body, making you shudder at her soft, warm touch.

You cleaned up and went back out into the party, you felt Abbys eyes on you burning holes into the back of your head, as you walked away.

#abby anderson #tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou

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PLEASE READ!

I know this is kinda a long post, but this is really important and it would mean everything to me if even one person paused to read it.

On Wednesday (12/06), the president of my college: the State University of New York at Fredonia, announced plans to discontinue 13 of our major programs.

Like approximately 20 SUNY schools, which are public universities in New York, Fredonia has been sinking further into a financial crisis for nearly 20 years due to a lack of funding and decreasing enrollment. The majority of SUNY funding is given to only 4 schools, and the rest of us get almost nothing. And those in charge of allocating what we do get are trying to invest in programs that our school is not known for.

The SUNY system was designed to spread out specializations among different schools to prevent competition in enrollment and protect all types of programs. Fredonia is a liberal art school. We specialize in education, music, and the arts. And we are good at it. Some of the amazing programs we offer exist almost nowhere else in the country, such as our English Adolescence Education major.

If we cannot stop 13 programs from being cut, it will be devastating to our school, the staff and students, and the surrounding community. Professors will lose their jobs. Enrollment will suffer, and we’ve already lost several thousand students in just the last few years because New York has financially abandoned many SUNY schools. Fredonia is one of several schools to announce many devastating and unnecessary program cuts just within the last few months. Types of pograms that are largely ignored nationwide are being cut, and that will show other schools that those types of majors are not worth investing in.

Here at Fredonia, the programs they want to cut include: several education programs, almost the entirety of our language and language education programs, several art programs, sociology, and philosophy. This will harm the cities of Fredonia, Dunkirk, Jamestown, and others that surround us, because we have an incredibly high, and increasing, Hispanic population. Over 60% of the people in the town I call home are living in extreme poverty, and part of this is because many of them do not speak English.

When I work in our schools with elementary and secondary students, I see every day how many of them struggle with English, how many classrooms have translators and/or fully bilingual curriculums. Many teachers speak or are learning Spanish, in part because their students' parents often do not speak any English. We can’t lose our Spanish and Spanish Education programs. We need to be able to talk to our students.

Revealing these cuts a week before winter break was a deliberate attempt to prevent students and staff from working together to fight for our school and the SUNY system. Professors and department heads are saying they have never experienced a more irresponsibly and cruelly handled announcement in their lives. None of them had any warning. They were all blindsided by the news at the president’s speech yesterday, which had cops in attendance. Students were not invited by the school or warned by the school at all, but several were there because professors invited them. The livestream of the speech was taken down after it ended because the audience responded so loudly and angrily that they didn’t want anyone else to see it.

The president and the cabinet are actively keeping information from the entire staff and student population. His speech included no real data, no sources were provided, and he was intentionally as vague and unclear as possible. He refused to answer any questions and instead said people could submit questions on the Fredonia website, which of course means that they can filter whatever questions they don’t want to answer. He told people to “calm down” and was booed off the stage.

If you’re interested, this article from our student newspaper, The Leader, is being regularly updated with information about Fredonia and the SUNY system, and has a link to the speech that someone preserved by downloading it onto Google Drive.

Yesterday, we held a protest march with at least 200 students, staff members, and UUP union members, which we organized in less than 24 hours. Channel 7 news came to interview people and record the march. (The police department sent an entire unit to watch us, but fortunately didn’t interfere.) We held meetings within the English Department to clear up misinformation, console each other, and make plans to fight for our programs.

We’re gathering data on our financial situation and enrollment, contacting alumni and other SUNY schools, and petitioning our Governor to help fairly distribute SUNY funds. She is fully capable of this and improving the SUNY schools was one of her campaign promises. She has instead dug us further into a pit.

This petition was made by one of our professors to ask the Governor Hochul to help us and other SUNY schools. The description has a lot of really great information, data, and statistics if you want to know more. Fredonia is a small school, but it’s a precious school with fantastic and important programs, and we love it.

But this is bigger than Fredonia. This is about protecting the entire public higher education system in New York. If anyone is willing to quickly sign this petition, it would only take a second and it would mean the world to us. Or even just reblog this post. This will affect more people than I can possibly count and we need help.

#p.

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