ok so i watched this and it was nothing short of brilliant

the imitation game (PSA)

this is alan turing. he saved over 14 million lives and stopped WWII 2 years before it would have stopped without him. he designed one of the earliest computers and had a brilliant mind.

alan was an insane human being and a gift to this world because without him, people like you and me might not be here, and we definitely wouldn’t be reading this because we have tumblr, or even computers. this man not only had an incredible mind, but he had a beautiful heart too. he had a friend named christopher, and another one several years later named joan. he didn’t have a lot of people in his life, but the ones that he did have, he loved and helped and supported.

the reason that I’m on an alan turing rant because this movie hurts me so much to watch. (but i honestly love this movie) alan turing was a victim of bullying, harassment, blackmail, and homophobia. he was bullied in school and throughout his whole life. a soviet spy blackmailed him into staying quiet by threatening to expose his sexuality. after the war, he was exposed as a homosexual and was sentenced to 2 years in prison, or hormone therapy. he chose the hormone therapy.

a short while later, the man who saved millions of lives and billions of future lives, took his own. alan turing committed suicide on june 7th, 1954. that is why i’m writing this. alan was alone. he was bullied, he was tired of fighting, but worst of all, he had no one. he had been treated like nothing his whole life even though he did beyond amazing things. people didn’t like him because he was different. this led him to suicide, so in other words, he killed himself because he was hated for being different.

this is alan when he was surrounded by people who knew him for his differences and accepted that those differences made him amazing.

this is alan when they were investigating him for indecency.

this is alan on the hormones. he is weak, broken, afraid, and in this picture looking at his last friend and the first person to accept him for being gay. he was dead a short time ofter she left him. she was his last smile and last flash of life behind his eyes.

so, please don’t bully people. no one deserves that. no one deserves to feel like they are wrong because they’re different.

don’t judge people without knowing their whole story. they will surprise you.

don’t be ashamed of yourself for any reason, be proud to be how you are, because you are beautiful however you are.

stand up for people, help people, and never make anyone feel alone. help people who sit by themselves or don’t get talked to.

stay alive, because its worth it. you are important and you can do a lot. you are not alone, because if you’re reading this, then you have me. message me if you need to, ill try to help you. if you can’t stay alive for yourself, stay alive for me.

and as cliche as this is, please just love yourself. i know it can be hard sometimes, but you deserve a second chance, and there is hope.

ok my slightly random love yourself PSA is over, and I’m sobbing, but yeah sorry i felt the need to do that.

Nursey knocked on Dex’s dorm room door again.

“Dex!  Will!  I know you’re in there!” he yelled, “Just let me in!   I need to know you’re ok!”  He’d been there for at least half an hour with no response, and wasn’t sure he expected one.  Still, Nursey wasn’t giving up.  No one had heard from Dex since that morning, and he was worried.

He was relieved when the door opened, but that was short lived, once he saw Dex’s tear streaked face.

“I’m fine.” Dex snapped, and went to close the door.  Without thinking, Nursey stuck his foot in the way, and forced it open.

“You’re clearly not.” Nursey pointed out.  He expected Dex to disagree, to argue, to kick him out, but he just sighed, and walked further into his room.  Nursey followed, closing the door behind him.

“What’s up?” Nursey asked casually as he sat into Dex’s desk chair, and Dex curled up at the top of his bed.

Dex stayed quiet, playing with his sleeves and staring at his blanket.

“Will,” Nursey said. Dex looked up at the use of his first name.  “What’s wrong?  What happened?”  Nursey was worried he was being blunt, and harsh, but he needed to know what was wrong with Dex so he could fix it.

“I…it’s nothing.” Dex mumbled.  Nursey felt his heart clench at how quiet he sounded.  William Poindexter was many things, but quiet wasn’t one of them.

It was one of the many reasons Nursey loved him.

“Rubbish” Nursey said, trying to hide how he felt.  “That’s a lie Will.  What happened?  Why are you so sad?  Where’s Tanner?”

At the mention of his boyfriend, Will burst into tears.  He hid his face in his hands, shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back his sobs.

“Dex?” Nursey asked cautiously.  A million awful scenarios ran through his mind as to why that question would make Dex cry.  “Where is Tanner?”

“We…he….Tanner dumped me.” Dex managed to sob out.  “He dumped me and I don’t know why!  I thought we were great together!  And he broke up with me.  And I don’t know what I did, but he’s gone.”

Nursey felt like his heart was breaking.  Dex, brilliant, smart, beautiful, Dex, was hurting, and blaming himself for it.  He was sobbing his heart out, and Nursey didn’t know what to do to help him feel better.

“Dex,” he began, unsure what he was planning to say after that.  “Dex.  It’s not your fault.”

Dex shook his head, no.

“It’s not.  Just because Tanner couldn’t see how amazing you are-“Nursey tried, but Dex interrupted him.

“Stop, Nursey.  Just stop.  I-I don’t want to talk right now” Dex snapped.

“Ok,” Nursey said. “Ok.  How about I just sit with you, yeah?”

Dex nodded, and Nursey moved over to his bed.

“Could you-?” Dex asked quietly, before stopping.

“Could I what Will?” Nursey asked, knowing already he’d say yes to anything Dex asked of him, especially right now.

“Could you hold me?” Dex asked. “It’s ok if you don’t want to.  And I’m sorry for snapping at you.” He said in a rush.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Nursey assured, pulling Dex close to him. “It’s all gonna be alright Dex.”

“How?”  Dex asked, pulling away slightly to look Nursey in the eye.  “How’s it all going to be ok?  My first boyfriend dumped me. I loved him so much Nurse. How is it all going to be alright?!”

“I don’t know yet Dex,” Nursey admitted.  “But it will be.”

They sat in silence for a while, Nursey holding Dex close as he cried.


The next morning, Nursey called for Dex before morning practice.

“C’mon Dexy!” he encouraged “We got pucks to hit!”

“I don’t really feel like it.” Dex said miserably. “I just wanna sleep”

“Sleep after practice man. I know you have a few hours off then.” Nursey said. “Practice might make you feel better you know.”

Dex stared at him a moment, thinking.


“Absolutely!” Nursey said with a grin.  “And I’ll bring over pizza later if you come.”

“And ice cream?” Dex asked, hesitantly.

“Of course bro!”

“Okay. Just…..gimme a minute” Dex said, and closed his door as he went to get ready.

Nursey smiled. This was progress.  He quickly text Chowder to let him know Dex was coming to practice, and not to mention Tanner.  By the time he received Chowder reply, Dex was ready to go.


Later that evening, Nursey called over to Dex’s dorm with pizza and ice cream.  He pulled up a movie on his laptop and they watched and ate in silence for a while.  It was nice.

By the time the movie ended, Dex was curled up against Nursey’s side, and Nursey had his arm around him.

“I just.  I really loved Tanner.” Dex said out if the blue. “And I know it’s dumb to be this upset over my first boyfriend but-“

“Being upset isn’t dumb Dex. You’re feelings are valid.” Nursey interrupted.  Dex looked at him considering, before he nodded, and then continued.

“It’s just. He was my first boyfriend. He helped me come out to my family, and supported me through everything with my brother afterwards,” Dex explained. Nursey nodded in understanding - he remembered how Dex’s brother had reacted to Dex coming out, and how it had affected him.

“And he helped me to feel more comfortable here.  I know this is Samwell, and there’s the whole “1 in 4” thing, but he helped me brave enough to go to Winter Screw with a date.  And it was such an amazing night.” Dex said, his eyes filled with tears. He was holding them back though, and Nursey realised how much he needed to get through this right now.  To get his feelings off his chest.

“It’s was amazing.” Dex said, “Our first screw together. He looked so good in his suit.  And he told me I looked handsome. No one ever said that about me before.  And he brought me flowers.  Plastic ones because of my allergies.  And we went to dinner first. He wanted to treat me but I argued and he let me split the bill.” Dex laughed at the memory, the sound surprising Nursey. “And then he bought us both desserts anyway. I was so stuffed by the time we got to the Screw; I didn’t think we’d be able to dance.”

“I can’t actually dance,” Dex continued with a sad smile “Tanner said he’d cover for me.  He led all the dances and I still stood on his feet like 10 times.  He just laughed every time.  Told me I was getting better, and I’d be a great dancer by our next screw.  An-and now we’re not going to be going together.” Dex wiped at his tears as they fell, but couldn’t stop them.

“I just. I don’t know why he dumped me!” he said angrily, voice hoarse from his tears.   He stood up, and began pacing the room as he spoke. “We were good together!  I was a good boyfriend. I talked to him about how I felt; I listened to him as well!  I helped him when he needed it, and did my best not to shut him out when I needed help!  I paid for dates just as much as he did!  I went to his swimming competitions when I could!  I didn’t pressure him to coming to the hockey games when he was busy!  I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS NURSEY!” Dex yelled. “I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I DID WRONG! WHAT DID I DO?” and then, quieter, looking at Nursey as though he might know the answer “What’s did I do wrong?”

“Will- you didn’t-. It isn’t because of you. Tanner just doesn’t see how great a boyfriend you were.” Nursey said, trying to comfort him.  He wasn’t really great at it though, but he was doing his best for Dex.

“If I was so great why’d he dump me?” Dex asked angrily.

“Because he’s an idiot.” Nursey said simply.  He surprised a laugh out of Dex, which he considered a good thing.

“Is he though?  I mean, he’s best in his classes.  He gets really good grades.” Dex said sadly.

“Yeah, but he dumped you. And that’s the dumbest thing ever.” Nursey said.  He wanted to tell Dex he would never do that to him, never break his heart into pieces like Tanner had.    But he knew now wasn’t the time.

“You’re too good for him Dex, and someday he’s going to see that and realise that dumping you was the dumbest decision of his life.” Nursey said instead.  Dex was quiet, staring at him in shock for a minute.

“You really think so?” he asked unsurely.

“I know so.” Nursey said confidently.  If he was Tanner, he’d be kicking himself right now.

“You really think I’m too good for Tanner?  Tanner, captain of the swim team?  Tanner, who everyone wants to be with?  Tanner, who’s funny and sweet, and kind, and -?” Dex stopped, as he felt tears coming on again.  “You really think I’m too good for him?”

“You really are Dex.” Nursey said. “You’re smart, and kind, and honest, and hardworking, and witty, and helpful, and.  And Tanner’s the dumbest man alive if he doesn’t see all that!” Nursey practically shouted the last part, and Dex stood looking at him.

“That-.  That’s …. Um… Thanks Nursey.” Dex managed after a while.  Nursey couldn’t read his thoughts from his face, but he hoped Dex didn’t know how close he’d just come to revealing his feelings for him.

Nursey sat uncomfortably on Dex’s bed, trying to change the subject in case Dex was about to ask him about that.

“Want to watch another movie?” he asked quickly.  Dex nodded, and sat next to Nursey on the bed again.  Nursey put on the first movie he saw, not really watching it, but watching Dex instead.  Dex, who looked sad and confused and angry and like he wasn’t watching the movie either, but was too deep in his own thoughts and feelings to even call Nursey out for staring at him.

Nursey was worried about him.


“You haven’t been to a kegster since you started dating him.” Nursey pointed out.

“Because they’re for drinking and hook-ups, and Tanner and I were exclusive.” Dex argues back.

“Just come for an hour, walk around with some tub juice, talk to the team, complain about Holster’s taste in music with me, eat something Bitty baked, and if you hate it, we’ll leave then.” Nursey tried.  Dex hadn’t been out of his room much apart from meals, class, and practise, and he was worried about him.  The whole team was worried about him.  Nursey would only be able to keep them all from arriving in Dex’s dorm in well-meant concern for so long.

“Half an hour.” Dex bargained.

“40 minutes.” Nursey responded, and Dex nodded his agreement.

“And no more?”

“And no less.”

This was a great idea.


This was an awful idea.

At first it had been good. They’d played pong, talked to the team, had some pie, and chirped Holster for his music taste.

Nursey had decided he needed some air, and Dex had come with him to the porch.  It was full of people, some talking, some drinking, and some making out.  They were mostly strangers, except for the girl with green hair from his poetry class, and her girlfriend, a guy from his crit group and his datemate, and


The guy he was making out with was a stranger though.

Nursey turned around, hoping to steer Dex back inside before he saw but it was too late.

“Tanner?!” Dex froze on the porch, shocked to see him.

Tanner pulled away from the guy he was kissing, and threw a look at him over his shoulder.

“Oh, hey Will.” he greeted casually.  Nursey wanted to punch him in the face.

“What….what are you doing?” Dex managed to ask.

“I’m just enjoying the party.” Tanner said, and turned back to the guy he was with.

“It’s our 6 month anniversary.” the guy he was with said happily.

“Your what?” Nursey choked out.  As far as he knew, Dex and Tanner had been dating for the last 7 months.

“But.  But you can’t be….Tanner and I were.  We were.  We.” Dex stuttered out in shock.  “We were together.”

“We were good friends, yeah man.” Tanner said.

“Good friends?  We were…..we were good friends?!” Dex said in shock.  “Tanner I-“

“Yeah, I’ll see you around man.”  Tanner said, and turned back to his boyfriend.

Nursey needed to get Dex out of there.

“Why don’t we go back to your dorm Dex?” he suggested, guiding him off the porch and away from the Haus.  Dex nodded and walked with him quietly, still in shock.

They were about halfway back to the dorm rooms when Dex stopped.

“He was cheating on me.” Dex said.  “He. He started dating someone. He.  Tanner was dating someone else.  He.  Nursey he was cheating on me.”

“Dex….Will.” Nursey had no idea what to say.  “I’m sorry Will.  He shouldn’t have done that to you.  He didn’t deserve you.”

“But he…I didn’t…I’m so stupid.” Dex said.  “I actually believed he loved me”

“You’re not stupid Will. You deserve better than that.  You didn’t deserve that.” Nursey tried. “You deserve better than that”

“I don’t.  i. I don’t know Nursey.  I.  I trusted him so much.  And he did this.   I…I- UGH.” Dex shouted, throwing his arms up in frustration  

“Hey, Will.  Dex.  Will.” Nursey said again, pulling him close to him.  “You’re ok.  It’s ok.” Nursey assured him.  “Tanners an idiot and you deserve so much better than an idiot.”

“Like who?” Dex asked, “Who do I deserve?”

“Me.” Nursey said, regretting it instantly.  Now was not the time.  

“You?  What?” Dex spluttered in shock.  He pulled away from Nursey and stared at him.

“I’m sorry, Will. That was inappropriate.  I’m so sorry” Nursey apologised, but Dex cut him off.

“You like me?” Dex asked.

Nursey nodded, holding his breath for Dex’s reaction.  He hoped against hope he wouldn’t be mad, or upset.

“I.  Derek” Dex ran his hand through his hair as he spoke, a nervous habit he’d picked up since starting at Samwell.    “Derek, I can’t right now.  This is too much.”

“I know.  Will I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.

“I just.  Can we talk about this tomorrow?” Dex asked, “I…I just want be alone for a while.”


“I’m going back to my dorm. Can we talk tomorrow?” Dex asked.

“Yeah.  Of course.  Anything you want.” Nursey said “I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Okay.” Dex said, and nodded to himself.  “Okay, I’ll see you then”

“Will you be ok getting back to you dorm?” Nursey asked.  

Dex nodded, and left, heading back to his dorm quickly.


Nursey showed up at his dorm at 10 am the next morning, hoping it wasn’t too early.  He stood outside for another 5 minutes, debating whether to knock now or not.  Steeling his nerves, he knocked, and Dex opened it immediately.

“Hey” Nursey said quietly.

“Hi” Dex said, “Um, you wanna come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” Nursey said, trying to sound casual.  He followed Dex into the room, and sat on his desk chair, as Dex sat on his bed again.

“So…” Nursey started after an awkward silence.

“So.  Um. About last night.” Dex started awkwardly.  “About what you said.”

“Listen, Will, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that.” Nursey apologised again.

“It’s ok.  It’s just.  I can’t be in a relationship right now” Dex said.  “I’m sorry Derek, but after everything with Tanner…” Dex stopped, swallowing back a sob.

“It’s okay, I understand Will.  I’d never push you into a relationship when you’re not ready.” Nursey said.

“Can we still be friends?”  Dex asked quietly, looking worried.

“Of course.  If you want to be.  I want to still be friends.” Nursey said.

“Yeah.  And.” Dex stopped, looking at Nursey nervously. “Maybe someday we could… maybe we could date?  I don’t know yet.  But maybe.”

Dex smiled at him nervously, and Nursey smiled back at him.

They were gonna be okay.

anonymous asked:

Some headcanons or a story about how Lily ISN'T Snape's happy memory when he casts a patronus.

Great prompt, thank you.

This grew, and grew, and grew - not least because I started thinking about Snape’s assertion to Harry that a patronus wasn’t necessarily the best way to deal with dementors…  I hope you enjoy it.

Apologies for language.  There’s quite a bit of effing and jeffing.  Snape is a stressed young man…and well, Tobias is Tobias.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore!”

Dumbledore eyed the pacing man curiously.  “Can’t do what, exactly, Severus?”

“This!” he yelled, flinging his arms out.  “This! Meeting like this in fuck knows where, with fuck knows who watching-”

“You believe we are being watched?”

“EVERYONE IS BEING WATCHED!” Snape’s black eyes blazed with fury.  “Every fucking one of us is at his beck and call,” he said, angrily dragging up his sleeve and brandishing his reddened Dark Mark in Dumbledore’s face. “At his fucking mercy.”

Dumbledore inclined his head.  “But surely you knew this when you accepted his sign into your skin?” he enquired, mildly.

Snape rolled down his sleeve and glowered.  

“Didn’t you?”

“…yes,” Snape finally admitted, his nostrils flared.  “But back then I didn’t think I was going to rat him out to Albus fucking Dumbledore, did I?!”

“Are you telling me that you’ve had second thoughts?”

“Of course not!” he snapped. Seeing Dumbledore’s unimpressed expression, Snape took a deep breath, and composed himself.  “…I just don’t think it’s wise that we correspond like this.” Snape stared intently at Dumbledore, daring him to argue.  “Sending an owl to my workplace with a location and time?  You surely can’t think this is safe?”

“…probably not.”

“And I’m no fucking use to you dead, am I?”

Dumbledore tried to hide his smile.  “No. No, you most certainly aren’t.” He thought for a long moment and then he nodded.  “Very well, Severus.  I believe you are familiar with Manchester?”

Snape gave a short nod.

“I shall meet you by the entrance to Oxford Road Station, next Friday, at noon.  If you cannot attend, please send me a howler about excessive Divination homework, and we shall postpone until a week next Tuesday.”

“And what if you receive an actual howler about excessive Div-”

Dumbledore peered at Snape over his glasses.  “Really, Severus?”

Snape gave another short nod, taking Dumbledore’s point.  “Just don’t open your post at breakfast,” he grumbled.  “I’m not sure I can disguise my voice suffici-”

“All howlers are delivered to my office,” Dumbledore interrupted.  “It doesn’t do for the students to see the Headmaster being publicly rebuked by disgruntled parents.”  He checked his pocket watch.  “Remind me, Severus, who was your sixth year Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? We go through so many.”

“Professor Crickswain,” Snape replied, quickly.  “She was good.”

“And I would be right in thinking that you covered dementors during that year?”


“I suggest you re-read your old textbook before next Friday.”

Snape gave a short, insincere laugh.  “Handing me over to Crouch, are you?”

Dumbledore returned his insincere smile.  “Not unless you give me reason.”

Snape hated side-along Apparation.  He hated not knowing where he was going; hated being at the mercy of someone else’s magic.  He stumbled as he and Dumbledore landed, and he immediately crouched down, trying not to throw up.

“A little too rough for you?”

Snape straightened, embarrassed and shook his head.  “I skipped breakfast, that’s all.”  He glanced around.  “Where are we?”

“Off the coast,” Dumbledore said, simply.  

Snape caught sight of the building in the distance and froze.  “Off the coast?  Off the fucking coast?”  His voice raised an octave.  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I assume you did the reading,” Dumbledore said, striding forward.

“I’m not going in there!” Snape yelled.

“You’re not,” Dumbledore replied.  “But one of the guards is coming out.”

“Is this a test?” Snape looked frantic as he saw the dark figure floating from the prison.  “I’m on your side!  I’ve told you everything, I swear!”

“I want you,” Dumbledore said, his wand firmly in his hand as he watched the dementor approach, “to utilise the techniques taught to you by Professor Crickswain.”

“Because I’m going to need them when I’m thrown in there?” Snape said, pointing his wand at the Azkaban building.

“Focus, Severus.”

The dementor swarmed over, and Snape took a deep breath as the dementor latched on to his face.  

Dumbledore watched in amazement as the dementor fumbled, and then attempted to drain Snape’s happy memories from him – but each time, it came away with nothing.  Snape was stood, stock still, his face blank, his eyes deadened. The dementor swirled around, and then swooped again – but still, it failed.

Agitated, it turned its attentions to Dumbledore, but before it could descend, Dumbledore pointed his wand and loudly cast, “EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

Snape jolted out of his self-imposed trance as he saw a brilliant white phoenix shoot from the end of Dumbledore’s wand and successfully repel the dementor.  “A Patronus?”

The dementor retreated, and Dumbledore swiped his wand through the air, causing the Patronus to cease. He shrugged at his robes.  “Yes.  And what spell were you using, Severus?

“It’s a subsidiary of Occlumency.  It blocks access to your mind, so the dementors cannot feed on your thoughts.”

“You block your entire mind?”

“I put a wall around happy memories, and I push negative thoughts towards the front,” he said, quietly.

“You impersonate the effect that the dementor causes,” Dumbledore said, softly.  “Only, you do not allow the dementor access to feed on your happy thoughts.  Either your wall is exceptionally strong, or….”

Snape sniffed loudly.

Sensing his discomfort, Dumbledore swiftly changed the subject.  “I was rather hoping you’d use a Patronus.”

Snape barked a laugh. “I’ve heard about Raczidian, thanks.”

“And you place yourself on the same scale as Raczidian, do you?”

“…we both know that I have not been a good man.”

“I wish for you to try.”

Snape paled.  “I do not wish to be devoured by maggots.”

“Tell me,” Dumbledore said, “did Professor Crickswain set the work of Professor Catullus-”

“Spangle,” Snape finished, nodding his head.  “Yes.”

“And what do you recall of Professor Spangle’s work?”

Snape screwed up his eyes tightly, as if he was imagining the words forming on parchment.  “The Patronus is the awakened secret self that lies dormant until needed,” he recited.

Dumbledore smiled kindly. “A pertinent passage for you to quote.” He passed his wand between one hand and the other.  “A Patronus is the physical manifestation of happiness-”

Snape huffed.

“-and a true and confident belief in the righteousness of one’s actions can be enough to carry through a successful casting of the spell.”  Dumbledore looked intently at Snape.  “You do believe in your present actions, do you not?”

“Yes.”  Snape stared back fiercely.  “I’ve risked everything for this.  For you.  For her.”

Dumbledore nodded. “Then, I do not think you have anything to fear.  I take it you remember the appropriate spell?”

Snape nodded.  

“Then I shall recall the dementor.”  

“And if I fail?”

“I shall intervene.”

Snape gripped his wand tightly as the dementor floated over, and he fought the urge to fling up his well practised wall.  He drew in a breath as the dementor latched on, and he was almost overwhelmed as negative thoughts swarmed his brain.

It was so different to his experiences with his wall, where he was in total control of which thought lay where.  Now, every bad experience was flashing before his eyes, replaying in vivid technicolour; Sirius Black, his father, James Potter, his mother, the blasted werewolf, the OWL exam, Lily, Lily, Lily…

He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts and in the corner of his eye, he could see Dumbledore’s anxious expression, his wand pointing towards him.  He knew he had to focus and he forced the usually hidden memory to the fore:

He lay on the grass, his feet bare, his oversized coat bundled up and placed beneath both their heads.  “But it’s ok - you can swap money at the special bank,” he said, knowledgeably. “It’s run by goblins.”

“Tell me about school.  Do we do normal subjects?

“Normal subjects?”

“Like History, and Maths, and Science?”

He grinned.  “Sort of, but magical versions.  So we do History of Magic, and Arithmancy, and Potions, which is sort of like Chemistry.”

“You know so much,” Lily said.  “Which do you think will be best?”

“Potions,” he said, confidently.  “When Da’s out, Mam sometimes puts a cauldron on.  She lets me slice and stir sometimes.”

Lily snapped upright.  “Really?  Can I come and see?”

“You want to come to my house?” he said, flushing, and twisting his hands awkwardly.


“I’ll ask,” he said, quietly.  His heart hammered a little faster in his small chest as Lily slid her hand into his.

“You’re the best, Sev.”  She smiled at him, and then suddenly, the scene spun.  The playground was replaced by castle walls, and her face shifted, and her features matured.  Her grin was replaced by a look of revulsion.  “You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.”

“No – listen – I didn’t mean-”

A blast of brilliant light caused him to recoil, and when he came to, he realised that Dumbledore had stepped in.

“Do you not remember the lesson?” he asked, gently, passing Snape some chocolate.

“Yes,” Snape said, shakily. “A single happy memory.”

“Then I must advise you,” Dumbledore said, seriously, “that your memory was not nearly happy enough.”

He hurtled down the empty corridor as fast as his short legs could carry him, the four Gryffindors in hot pursuit.  He dived through a doorway, and was astonished to discover that he’d entered the Trophy Room.  He spotted Lucius Malfoy in the corner peering through one of the glass cabinets, but before he could speak, Snape held a finger to his lips, and sprinted into the adjoining Armoury.

He weaved between the suits of armour, and nestled behind one furthest from the door, just making it into his hiding spot before James, Sirius, Remus and Peter burst through behind him.

“He’s got to be in here!”

“I thought I saw someone in the Trophy Room.”

“Snivellus wasn’t in the Trophy Room, Remus,” James argued, hotly. “We all saw him pile through the door.”

“Yes, come out, come out, Snivvy,” Sirius taunted, his wand drawn.

Snape’s foot shifted against a suit of armour, and the four boys whirled around at the noise.  

“Expelliarm-” Sirius started to shout, but then was wide-eyed as he couldn’t finish his casting.

James frowned, and tried to take over.  “Petrific-” He turned back to Sirius, and clawed at his mouth.

“Run!” shouted Peter, grabbing Remus’ arm and hurtling towards the door – but blocking the doorway was the taller, broader, and very much older, Lucius Malfoy, with his prefect badge gleaming on his robes.

“Well well well,” Lucius drawled.  “Four young Gryffindors roaming the corridors after curfew.  What do you have to say for yourselves? Black?”

Sirius shook his head, miserably.


James glowered, his cheeks burning red.

“Back to your common room,” Lucius said, decisively.  “All four of you.  Now!”  Remus opened his mouth to argue, but Lucius sneered.  “And do not think of taking a detour.  I shall be visiting Gryffindor Tower in five minutes for a discussion with Professor McGonagall.  Could you imagine her reaction if it was discovered that you were absent?”

The four boys miserably traipsed out of the Armoury.

Once they’d left, Lucius turned back to the suits of armour. “Impressive, Severus.  We are not usually taught nonverbal casting until at least fifth year, and only then if you have a competent Dark Arts teacher.” He hoisted the young boy from behind the suit of armour by his skinny arm.  “I did not recognise the spell you used at all.”

“It’s a sticking spell,” Snape said, breaking free of Malfoy’s grip, and brushing his robes down.  “They can’t cast nonverbally, so if I stick their tongues to the roof of their mouths, it stops them from using any spells against me at all.”  He looked up, shyly.  “And I cast it nonverbally so they can’t use it back.”

“My, you are a clever little thing, aren’t you?” Malfoy smiled, widely.  “Sit with me in the common room tonight.  I would like to discuss your inventive spells a little more.”

Snape smiled to himself as he followed the prefect out of the Armoury, out of the Trophy Room and down the corridor, a feeling of elation growing in his chest at the older boy’s words.  

But then, the memory shifted, and this time, he found himself cornered.  Four sneering teenagers had him pressed against the cold corridor wall, their wands pointed at his face.  “It’s a pity Malfoy left,” Sirius jeered.  “He always was your knight in shining armour, wasn’t he?”

“Riding in on his stead to save you, like the worthless princess you are,” James laughed, stabbing his wand under Snape’s chin.  

“But now you’re alone,” Sirius smiled, and he pointed his wand at Snape’s face, and then a spurt of bright light filled his vision…

“Not even close to happy enough,” Dumbledore said, passing him another piece of chocolate.  

Snape closed his eyes. “I don’t exactly have a wealth of memories to choose from.”

“You must have something, Severus,” Dumbledore said.  “Rest for five minutes, and think carefully.”

It was impossible.  Everything was tainted.  

His happiest memories contained Lily, but the dementor seemed to be aware of this.  It seemed to be revelling in his darker memories, gleefully drawing them to the surface and forcing Snape to re-live every second of his ex-best friend’s hatred, destroying the happy moments he was trying to focus on.

He watched, helplessly, as she turned her back in the corridor, scowled at him across the Great Hall, and ignored him in Potions. He grimaced as he saw her throwing her arms around James Potter as they were announced Head Boy and Girl to rapturous applause, and then that stupid slur screamed around his brain, over and over and over and over and over and over and over…

“I can’t,” Snape groaned.

“You can, and you will.”

He closed his eyes, and put Lily from his mind.

The first Quidditch match he saw Slytherin win.  When Slytherin won the house cup in 1975.  That time Regulus Black grabbed the snitch just as it was flying into James Potter’s outstretched hand…and Sirius broke his own broomstick out of frustration.

“Are you focusing on memories you personally experienced, or memories where you were a bystander?”

“Does it matter?”

“You should focus on your own successes.”

When he earned his first house points.  When he brewed his first perfect batch of Draught of Living Death. His first ‘O’ in Defence Against the Dark Arts.  The handwritten note from Slughorn, tucked into his NEWT results, which told him that despite stern competition, he’d scored the highest in the year in Potions.

He opened his eyes, and saw Dumbledore standing over him.  His expression was stern.  “The memories you are using are not powerful enough, Severus.”

“…I don’t have anything else.”

“You must.  Think harder.”

Snape pulled himself upright, and stood before the older man.  “What do you use?”

Dumbledore gave a small smile.  “You will not find inspiration for your own happiest memory merely by peering at mine.”

“I just want a hint. A clue.  An idea of the sort of thing I am looking for.”

“What have you used already?”

“School stuff,” Snape muttered.  

“Were you especially happy at school?”

There was a long pause. “I wasn’t especially happy at home either,” Snape grumbled.

“In such circumstances, it is common for witches and wizards to feel particularly elated when they received their Hogwarts letter.”

Snape shrugged.  “But I always knew I was going to Hogwarts.”

Dumbledore looked thoughtful.  “And what about other groups that you may have gained admission to?”  

Snape looked horrified.

“Severus, the memory only has to evoke feelings of happiness.  There will be no judgement,” Dumbledore continued, his voice low.  “Did he make you feel happy, Severus?  When you laid your forearm bare before him, and invited him to brand you?  To own you?”

Snape stared at Dumbledore, dumbstruck.  His mouth opened and closed, but he didn’t make a sound.

“It didn’t feel good to be accepted by those you so admired?”

“…you want me to use the moment I was marked as the basis for my happiest memory?”

“Is it your happiest memory?”


Dumbledore smiled.  “Then, by all means, use something else.”

He watched anxiously as the dementor descended, and he screwed up his eyes.

He traced the printed words with his tiny fingertip, and held the large wand in his small hand.  He could feel the magic emanating from the wood; it didn’t feel quite right – as if it desperately wanted to play, but knew the boy holding it wasn’t its rightful master.

He flicked the wand, experimentally, surprised at how springy the light wood was – and then, with his tongue stuck into his cheek, he traced the words again. He could do this.

“Lum-ohs,” he said, seriously, but the wand didn’t respond. He paused, and peered at it, and then back at the book.  “Lum-ohs!” he repeated.

He frowned, and traced his fingers back over the words.  “Lum like lump,” he whispered.  “Os like logos.  Lum-ohs.  Lum-ohs!”

It didn’t work, so he placed the wand back down and flicked through one of the other books – and then he saw it, and his lips sounded the word out under his breath.  “Chaos. ChaOS.  Os like chaos, not os like logos.  Lum like lump, os like chaos.  Lum-os.  Lum-os!”

He picked the wand back up and swished it excitedly.  “Lum-os!”  

But still, the wand did not light.  Sensing he was close to his goal, Snape grabbed another book and flicked through it furiously.  “The moon cycles are called lunar…”  He trailed off.  “Not lu like lump,” he realised.  “Lu like lunar.  Looonar. Looomos!”

He grabbed the wand and pointed it upwards.  “LOOOMOS!”

The tip of the wand lit, and Snape excitedly jumped to his feet. He swished the wand, casting the light around the dark attic, and then he crouched down and referred back to the page. “To ex-tin-gui-sh,” he read, slowly, “your wand, the in-can-tat-ion is Nox.”  He grinned; that would be easy.  “Nox!”

And all fell dark.

He swished again.  “Looomos! Nox!  Looomos!  Nox! Looomos!  Nox!”  He spun around the attic, casting into dark corners, and then rapidly dousing the light. “Looomos!  Nox!  Looomos! Nox!  Looomos!”

But then his vision swirled, and the light grew stronger, and no matter how much he shouted, “Nox!” the room wouldn’t darken again.  “Nox, nox, nox, nox, nox!” he yelled, louder and louder, not caring if his parents would hear and discover his forbidden antics.

And then he realised that he was flat on the ground, sweat streaming down his face, still screaming the incantation.  Dumbledore was holding the dementor off above him.


“But it still wasn’t good enough.”  Snape groaned and covered his face with his hands, still brandishing his wand.

“Far closer.  You almost sent out a non-corporeal form.  What precisely were you thinking of?”

Snape eyed Dumbledore curiously, as he accepted a piece of chocolate from him.  “The first time I cast a spell.  When I was little.  I took my mother’s wand.”

Dumbledore nodded.  “A good choice.  Success is a powerful emotion.”


“…as we discussed, being accepted is perhaps even more potent.”

“No.  No.  I can’t use when I was marked,” Snape said, quietly.  “I might have been happy at the time…but not now…”

Dumbledore settled himself on the grass.  “Then rest, and think,” he said, indicating that Severus should sit next to him.  “Success and acceptance, Severus.  Success and acceptance.”

“For fuck’s sake!” Tobias slat his newspaper across the room.  “Just fuck off outside, will yer!”

“I ain’t done owt!” Severus yelled back, banging the fridge door loudly.

“Last three minutes of the fuckin’ match, and you come down ‘ere and send the radio funny with yer fuckin’ doo dah wotsit!”

“Toby,” Eileen admonished, sharply.  “Leave the lad alone.  He can’t help it.”

“You don’t do it with your fuckin’ magic powers!  Three fuckin’ minutes,” he complained, retrieving his paper from the floor, and scooping it back together.  “That’s all I wanted.”  

“Dunno what yer mitherin’ at,” Severus retorted, sulkily. “Won, dint they?”

“How’m I sposed to fuckin’ know, soft lad!  Fuckin’ radio’s knackered, thanks to you!”

“Severus, go back upstairs,” Eileen said, firmly.  “Tobias, you well know that the radio will be fine.”

“Yeah, when he’s fucked off it will be!”  Toby glared at his son, brandishing the now rolled up newspaper.  “Go on wi’ yer!  Fuck off!”

Severus looked up from his homework at the sharp knock on the door. “What d’yer want?” he called.

Tobias pushed the door of his son’s room open.  “Speak t’yer.”

Severus capped his ink, and put his parchment on the floor. He moved over on the unmade bed, silently indicating that his father could sit next to him.

“S’alright,” Tobias said, leaning against the doorframe.  “Yer mother says yer can’t help it.  That fuzzy stuff.”  He peered at his son.  “Yer never used to do that.  Just since yer been at that fancy school.”

“It’s one of the lessons,” Severus said, an impish grin creeping up his face.  “How to piss yer Muggle da off.”

“Yer a cheeky fucker.”  Tobias swung the door back and forth with his foot.  “Grow out of it?”

“S’pect so.”

“School goin’ good?”


“Behavin’ yersel?”



Severus nodded, and reached for his parchment.  “That it?”

“D’yer like it?”

Severus put the parchment back down.  “Better than round ‘ere.  Still school though, innerit?”

“Aye.”  Tobias gave a short smile.  “Not much fun, eh lad?”

There was a moment of silence, and Severus thought his father was about to leave, but then, he spoke again.  “D’yer all wear them funny dresses?”

“Robes, Da.”

“Yer mam don’t wear ‘em.”

“Not round you.  She’s got ‘em though.  In the attic. I seen ‘em.”

“Bit girly on a lad.  What’re them girls down the street gonna think if they see yer like that?”

“Not as bad as yer fuckin’ shorts,” Severus retorted.

Tobias looked down at his shorts.  “Georgie Best’s, these were!”

“Best before 1971.”

“Cheeky shite,” Tobias said, reaching forward to clip his son lightly around the ear.  “Bet yer don’t even know who he is.”

“I’m a wizard, not an ignoramus.”

Tobias paused.  “D’yer ‘ave wizard footy, then?”

Severus shook his head.  “There’s a game.  On broomsticks.  But it’s nothin’ like.”

“Yer prefer yer wizard stuff?”

“Mostly,” Severus said, quietly.  A brief flash of hurt covered Tobias’ features, but he quickly masked it.

“Right.  Let yer get back to it,” Tobias said, pulling the door shut.  A moment later, it swung back open, and Severus looked up, startled. “We’re playin’ on Saturday afternoon. In the cup.”


“Can yer try ‘an get ‘andle on yer witchy thing?  …don’t want to miss owt.”

“It’s a shame,” Tobias said, running a piece of bread around his plate, mopping up the juices.  “He used to like ‘is footy.”

“He isn’t going to dare come downstairs at all today after how you behaved on Tuesday night,” Eileen snapped, taking his plate from him and pushing it into the washing up bowl.  

“I apologised!”

Eileen gave him a hard stare.  “Did you actually say you were sorry?”

“More or less.”

Eileen huffed, and put the salt and vinegar back into the cupboard. “More or less.  He’s only here for a couple more weeks.”

Tobias looked uncomfortable.  “Can’t yer stop that witchy thing he does?  Then he could listen to the match.”

“It’s emotional,” she explained, wiping down the table.  “If he’s hungry.  If he’s tired.  If he’s upset.  If he’s worried.  If the team scores.  If they don’t.  If his father’s going to pitch a fit and scream at him for daring to exist.”

Tobias glared.

Eileen shrugged.  “He’ll grow out of it.”

“But not by kick off,” Tobias muttered.  He grabbed his keys, and his loose change.  “I’m going down the club.”

“That’s it,” Tobias announced the next morning, putting the phone down.  “Murphy’s lad can’t play, so we’re short.  Gonna ‘ave to call off.”  He peered at Severus, who was rummaging in a cupboard.  “Unless…?”


“Leave the lad be, Toby,” Eileen said, not looking up from her ironing.

“Yer used to be good.”

“Used to be.”  Severus opened the fridge door and stared into it.  “I ain’t played in years.”

“Get yer ‘ead out of the fuckin’ fridge.  Ain’t nowt in there for yer.”

“Yer tellin’ me,” Severus said, letting the door shut.  “I’m starvin’.”

“Can’t be,” Tobias huffed.  “Yer ‘ad breakfast half an hour ago.”

“Starvin’,” Severus reiterated.  “I eat way more at school.”

“Fine.  Play, and I’ll buy yer some chips.”


“What?” Tobias turned to his wife.  “I’m just offerin’.”

“It’s called bribery,” she said, sliding a neatly pressed shirt onto a hanger.  She stared at her son.  “Play if you want, but don’t let him guilt you into it.”

“What if we lose?”

“Don’t matter.”

“Still get chips?” Severus asked.

“Still get chips.”

“What if I play shit?”  His eyes narrowed.  “Still get chips?”

Tobias gave a half smile.  “Yer yer mother’s son, aintcha?  Yeah, yer still get yer chips.”

He wasn’t lying.  He hadn’t played football in years – not since he left the Muggle school and got on the train to Hogwarts.  His dad hadn’t been lying either.  He wasn’t half bad.  If he’d really put his mind to it, maybe he could’ve excelled at it – but then, he’d always known he was a wizard; he wasn’t interested in excelling at anything Muggle, because he knew he was going to drop it like a stone as soon as he reached eleven.

He stood on the rec, and juggled a ball between his feet, feeling awkward in his dad’s old shorts and baggy t-shirt.  He lost concentration as the team came past him, and the ball flicked a little far away.  He quickly cast a nonverbal Accio, and he almost laughed out loud when the ball curled back to his feet.  He’d never thought of using magic whilst playing before; he certainly didn’t have the power or the skill when he was ten.

But what made him laugh inside was the fact that he did it so naturally.  He really was a wizard.  No wand.  No verbal incantation.  He’d just reacted.  Severus kept on juggling the ball, a grin across his face.

“Yer playin’ keepy up?”  An older teenager, nineteen or so, crossed the field.  Severus vaguely recognised him.  Robbie’s lad.  


“How many?”

“Wasn’t countin’.”

“What’s the point if yer ain’t countin’?”

“Not played for ages,” Severus said, letting the ball drop.

“Ah, I remember yer.  Toby’s lad, innerit?  Yer be right.”

“Bloody hell.”  The captain of the opposing team moved through the bar to shake Tobias’ hand.  “This is yer lad, right?”


“Where’ve yer bin hidin’ ‘im?  United’s youth team?”  The captain shook his head.  “Yer’d be top of the league if he played every week.”

Tobias’ chest almost burst with pride as he clapped Severus on the back.  “Not bad is he, eh?  For a scrawny ‘un.”

“Bugger me, he could give old Georgie a run for ‘is money.” The captain took a long drink.  “Yer wanna get him signed up.  See a few scouts.”

“Nah,” Tobias said, smiling ruefully.  He ruffled Severus’ hair, as the lad sipped his ale.  “He’s all brains, y’see.  Takes after ‘is mother.  Goes some posh school up in Scotland.  Won a scholarship.”

“Some kids got it all, eh?” the captain said, raising his glass. “Well, good luck to yer lad.  And Toby, yer should be proper proud.”

“I am right that.  I am that.” The captain moved away, and Tobias turned to Severus.  “I ain’t like yer mam, lad.  Ain’t that much good wi’ words.  But I am right proud, even when I’m shoutin’ and carryin’ on.”  He drained his pint.  “Now, let’s get gone, and get them chips I promised yer.”


Dumbledore smiled as the creature danced out of the end of Snape’s wand, forcing the dementor backwards until it fled to Azkaban.  “Fantastic,” he said, clapping the younger man on the shoulders.  “I knew you could do it.”

Snape sat back on the ground, panting heavily.  The last few hours had taken its toll.

“Now watch this!” Dumbledore cast his Patronus, and the phoenix flew before Severus.  It paused, and then opened its mouth:  “Meet me in Diagon Alley at 7.30pm.”

“Merlin’s beard,” Snape breathed.  He laughed loudly, relief flooding him as he realised what the afternoon had been about. “That’s amazing.”

“Do not shy away from light magic, Severus,” Dumbledore said, quietly.  “It is your Dark Lord’s greatest failing.  He fears it.”  He placed his hand beneath Snape’s chin.  “This exercise today has proven what I already suspected.”

Snape took a sharp intake of a breath.

“You can walk the line.”

“The line?”

“Between Dark and Light.” His eyes twinkled.  “Perhaps between magic and Muggle?”

Snape bristled.  “…did you…”

“With me, Severus,” Dumbledore said, extending his arm – and then he Disapparated with a muffled pop.

An Adventure With Peter Parker Pt. I (Peter x reader)

Hello lovies, hope your day is mighty fine. Sorry if this long or short I don’t know what the normal length with be but I hope you enjoy! xx

Description: A series of adventures and stories do you the reader and Peter Parker.

Today:You and Peter went for a swim and things almost happened?¿? Natasha than came in and made everything 100% more awkward and confusing.

Warnings: Slight cursing

It was a quiet evening in the tower. Everyone had been training all day so they could currently be found relaxing by the tv or in their rooms. Except for you and Peter, who both trained with Steve today, along with Nat, Bucky, and Sam.

Not fun.

Peter had asked if you wanted to go for a swim later on to relax and hang out. An offer which you gladly excepted since he was the only Avenger your age at the tower, besides you two had a thing. Nothing even close to anything, but something.

When you went down to the pool you found him there, sitting at the edge of the pool in his swim trunks. You knew he was deep into his head considering he didn’t notice you until your phone fell off the towel you had on a chair to the ground.

“Oh he-hey Y/N” He stuttered quite surprised.

You just smiled as he tinted blush on his cheeks, “ Hey Spiderboy.” He hated being called that so it was expected that he rolled his eyes in return.

Peter was going to complain but choked on words as you took of your oversized NASA shirt, revealing just your black mesh bikini. You felt his eyes on you but you actually felt more confident.

“Peter Parker get some manners.” The playfulness jumping out of your voice as you walked over to him. It took him a second to pull it together.

“I think we should come up with a name for you.” He planted at you.

Giving him a curious look you asked, “What’s wrong with Y/N?” Being it was your given name.

“I just think it’s unfair, I mean you call me Spiderboy, and it’s less fun when you don’t have a nickname.” You didn’t understand his logic but let him try to find a suiting one.

He pondered for a minute as you both sat on the pool edge, your feet dipped in the warm water. When the lightbulb in his eyes got noticeably brighter he started spitting out ideas.

All of them were either cliché or just bad. At some point he started spilling out names already used.


“Latest Star Wars.” You said, informing him of all his sources.


“You mean the greek goddess? No.” Totally out of character, sure she was the goddess of hunting, forest, the hills, and moon, but archery. That’s Clint’s greek mythological character.


“Peter that’s just sad and offensive.”

“She-Devil?” He smirked at that one, in which you took slight offense.

“That’s it im done with this.” You followed that by hoping in the pool but as you swam away something tugged your foot and pull you back.

“Why the hell do you still have that on you? It’s a pool.“ You asked as Peter took his webbing off of your foot.

“I mean for what I just did, you know it’s rude to walk away in the middle of a conversation.” He answered as you rolled your eye at him.

Swimming up to him, you let your arms and chin rest on his legs as he took of his webbing. You really hated that stuff, it was brilliant, but a pain in the ass to get out of.

“I thought when you asked if I wanted to go swimming after training that we’d actually swim.” That’s when he stood up and back up to the pool chairs.

You knew what was coming, suddenly he was running and jumped over your head into the pool. Water flew everywhere as it covered most of the floor around the pool.

Peter and you spent a while playing water games like Marco Pollo, or racing each other. Peter didn’t play fair all the time, being you were a faster swimmer than him.

This time you were tied 7-7 and this was the winning race. Almost to the finish side of the pool with Peter behind you he pulled your ankle back, but this time as you came up for air he was right there looking at you.

Both of your eyes were bloodshot from the chlorine but you just stayed, slightly stunned at your close proximity and his hand on your waist just by your back.

“Peter.” You manage to get in a small voice.

“Yeah Y/N?” He answered back but before you could find or speak any words something hurdling towards you came into your peripheral vision. Plummeting yourself underwater was the first reaction you had.

Then you noticed Peter talking to someone so you popped up like a rabbit. That’s when Nat’s presence was finally noticed.

“I didn’t want you two to get too thirsty with all that swimming so I brought you something to drink.” She said clearly wanting to make the whole situation more uncomfortable.

You looked at Peter and saw the can of Coca-Cola in his hand, identifying it as what you saw in the air.

“Anyways we were planing on watching a movie in a bit, along with ordering pizza. I was gonna see if you wanted to watch, unless I interrupted something?” She added which caused both you and Peter to shake your heads frantically while replying no in unison.

“Ok well we’re starting in half an hour so I guess i’ll see you both there.” With that she left and the both of you just floated there.

“Well um, I’m just going to go take a shower and change…so I guess I’ll meet you, I mean see you there.” You stuttered out.

“Oh uh, yeah yeah I’ll see you there.” He managed to get out.

As both of you climbed out there was a silence the whole time. Both tried not to look at each other but you could feel Peter taking glances as you dried off and put your shirt back on.

You couldn’t breath until you got into the shower, watching the shampoo and soap go down the drain as you rinsed the chlorine out.

Damn Natasha.

Meanwhile with Peter.

He couldn’t believe that just happened, what did happen?

He didn’t even know how you ended up in that situation, one second you were just racing and the next you two were so close. What would’ve happen if Nat hadn’t come in?

“Hey there Underoos.” Tony said coming into the kitchen. Peter jumped as his voice snapped him out of his thoughts of you.

“You ok there buddy? That can isn’t going to open itself you know.” Tony made him nervous, because well he was Tony Stark, his idol. He was always afraid of messing up in front of him.

“Oh yeah, of course sir.” As Peter was about to open the can it suddenly did it itself. Well except it was Wanda as she came into the kitchen.

“Who says it can’t open itself?” She asked Tony. Everyone than came in the kitchen to get either bowls of chips, or popcorn, and their own drinks.

Y/N still hasn’t come down, was all Peter thought as he watched the steps awaiting your entrance. He didn’t realize that Nat saw him doing so. That’s why when you finally came into the room with your hair in a messy bun, shorts and a sweatshirt she made a comment.

“Your Spider-Boy has been waiting for you.” She smirked and you tried not to let the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Leave it alone Nat, he just gets nervous around Tony. Is the pizza here yet?” You asked and as if on queue Steve and Bucky came out of the elevators with boxes of pizza.

Once everyone got food and drinks they sat down and the movie started, you and Peter would make eye contact from across the room once in a while which Nat caught onto. Then at some point you fell asleep.

Steve woke you up at the end credits, now everyone wanted to play UNO.

Old people.

At the end of the game Peter got up and went to the kitchen and when he came back he handed you an ice cream cone from the freezer.

“What’s this for?” You asked, gladly taking it.

“Just accidentally grabbed two and thought you’d like it.” He shrugged and you smiled up at him for the gesture. “Ok well I gotta get home before Aunt May freaks out, bye guys thanks for the pizza.” He said as he turned to leave while eating the ice cream cone.

“Goodnight Peter.” You called as he reached the elevator.

There was a slight smirk in his soft smile, “Goodnight.. Arsenal.”

You couldn’t object since the elevator doors closed and he disappeared. When you turned back to join the second game Sam commented, “Arsenal. I like that.”

You just smiled as you ate the vanilla ice cream cone. “Me too.”

Imagine you and Ivar love to raid and battle together

This proberly is gonna be a new series! I depents if you all like it or not. :-)

Summary: You have to save reckless Ivar again and it makes you agry, like usual. He makes it up to you by giving you one of his “tricks” … what leads to the fact you have to say him you’re pregnant. 
Note: Voilence
Words: 1687

You pulled your axe out of the body from your enemie, turning right to the next one. You felt the blood of them dripping down your face while the adrenalin rushed through your body. The battlefield was complete chaos, everywhere there where vikings fighting, the enemies piling up fast. Horses ran, boots sunk in the mud under you feet. Your eyes covered the surroundings when you saw his white horse and chariot galloping by, without Ivar. “Ubbe!” You yelled out while pointing towards Ivar’s horse and chariot. He wasn’t on it what meant that he was somewhere on the ground. You and Ubbe started to run, your axe in your right hand and sword in left. You threw you sword towards Ubbe while catching a horse that stood nearby ready to take of.
“Find him!” Ubbe said. You gaze felt over the bodies, vikings and soldiers. You pushed your heels in the animal and it took off. There wasn’t time to think over the condition in witch you would find Ivar, the adrenalin kept you busy. Your horse had a hard time getting through the mud on this speed. And then you find him, killing a soldier while he tried to get a distant from the other one. You took your axe in your other hand and chopped his head clear of. You turned your horse around and looked down at Ivar, covered in mud and blood you barely recognized him.
“I had him!” Ivar pointed towards the man that you decapitated.
“I saved your life.” You responded. He gave you an angry glare before you were distracted by an other soldier. You jumped of the horse, standing beside Ivar who just sat there in full rage.
“I could handled it. I don’t need your protection.”
“I hate you when we are in battle, you know that?” You looked down at him, he chuckled. There weren’t many soldiers left, the one who came for you and Ivar didn’t get really far.
“Are we arguing again Y/n?” He asked while trowing his axe in a other soldier. “We’re always fighting during raids or battles.” You replied a little out of breath. You stepped forward, tackeling a soldier to the ground before putting your axe against his throat. You looked sideways to Ivar who gave you a seductive smile before you killed the man.

You found Ivar his horse and chariot a couple miles to the west. You brought the animal back to the camp, held still beside the brothers and jumped of the chariot. “Next time you can crawl after it yourself.” You said to Ivar who sat, already cleaned up, next to Hvitserk. You were still angry, Ivar his recklessness would cost some day everybody their lives.
“Are we still mad?” He smiled. Ubbe gave him a warning glance.
“Yes I’m mad Ivar. You can’t always think that your not a cripple, you have the mind of a genius but in battle you need protection.” 
“I agree with Y/n for once.” Hvitserk nodded.
“Shut up you fool.” Bited Ivar towards his brother.
“Don’t start.” You warned him. Ivar had always a way of work things out against his brothers if he was in a fight with you. He narrowed his eyes while his brothers wisely walked away from this.
“You don’t have a say in what I can do and can’t.” He protested. You took a large breath, closing your eyes while you tried to put some sence in the man. “I’m not going on raids again, not with you. If you want to put yourself in that kind of danger than be my guest, I will stay home praying to the gods that there will be somebody else to protect you.” You turned around and started walking.
“Y/n!” He yelled. You knew he liked it, to have you on raids, in battles, thats the reason he loved you. You weren’t like the other woman, you had no childeren, no skills in making things beautifull. You were born for this and you did it together for as long as you knew each other. So this was as hard a punishment for him as it was for you. You walked over to the creek, splashed some water into your face before drinking some of it. You looked to your own reflexion. You carefully swept the blood of your face, there was a large cut on your forehead.
“Let me take care of you.”
“Don’t start again Ivar.” You wispered while looking to the cut in your reflexion. “I’m sorry.” He said. You turned around and looked at him, his body leaning against a tree.
“You can act all tough and strong with your brothers around, trying to prove yourself and all of that but think for a moment that I’m here to.” You maked your point, less angry than before. He said nothing in return, just stared to the water. “I love raiding with you Ivar, I love this but I can’t do this properly if I’m always looking and worrying for you.” You kept your eyes on his face, trying to look for some connection, something where he agrees with you.
“Your right.” He comfirmed.
“Finally.” You threw your hand short in the air and walked over to him.
“But I still want you with me on raids.” He goes further.
“It is up to the Gods.” You nodded. You squatted down besides him and looked for a moment over his body, searching for wounds.
“I’m fine.” He grinned. Your eyes looked in his and you stared.
“You have a brilliant mind Ivar and I love that about you but,”
“Only my brilliant mind?” He interrupted you and you rolled your eyes.
“No.” You answered.
“What else do you like about me?” He asked cocky. You shook your head and pushed your finger against his shoulder.
“You know what I like about you. By the way, you never say what you like about me.” Your smiled wasn’t that sincere.
“I like to see you in battle, it’s quiet satisfying to see a women kill her enemies.” His eyes glared over your body and you smiled a little. You putted your fingers under his chin, forcing him to look at you again.
“Is that all Ivar?” You asked challenging. His eyes grew more intense while he stared back at you.
“I like our little games, your body,”
“Do you want some?” Now it was your turn to interrupting him.
“Is that even a question?” He asked with that devilish smile of his.
“Come and get it than.” And you stood up, walked away and left hem behind with that desire.

You didn’t knew where he gets it from, but every time he had something else that took your breath away. And even if you wanted to resist, you couldn’t, he didn’t let you. The craving, the longing for salvation builded up in your body until you couldn’t take in any longer. “Ivar.” You collapsed around him and leaned your head on his shoulder while you tried to steady your breath again.
“I’m a pretty good fighter in here, isn’t it y/n.” He laughed. He pulled your lips towards his and kissed you. He always wanted to prove something and every time you had to give in on the pleasure of his little games.
“Yes you are.” You barely had the breath to answer him. You rolled over to your back and he rolled over to his stomach, pressing soft kisses on your colarbone.
“I think half the camp heared you.” He smiled satisfied.
“Well, now they know you can please a woman.” You looked at him, brushing your fingers throught his hear while you enjoyed his lips roaming your skin.
“It was a good day.”
“Every day is a good day if it is with you Y/n.” He wispered.
“Don’t go all soft Ivar.” You grinned. He chuckled and puts a new hungry kiss on your lips. “Still not satisfied?” You asked slowly. You didn’t knew if you body could handle another one of his tricks.
“Never staisfied when it comes to you.” He grinned. The sensation of the battle brought you both to a whole other level with each other and you knew when you got back to Kattegat it would be different.

You stood against the mast of the boat, looking towards Kattegat when the boats sailed in. Your eyes travelled towards Ivar who sat in front, lurking over the edge. He knew you were starring because he turned his head. “Your quiet.” He observed. You nodded and looked back at Kattegat. You body felt different, not heavy from battle of traveling but just different. You knew what that meant and had processed that fact since you were on the boat. “Y/n.” Ivar clapped in his hands to get your attention.
“What?” You asked right away. He rolled his eyes and crawled towards you. You looked to his movements while thinking of the worsed.
“What is it with you? Are you so sad we are home again?” He joked. You grinned a little and shook your head.
“Don’t know what it is.”
“You sick?” He looked concerned and that was not something he showed often with others around.
“No, maybe.” You shook your head and looked how the boat laid dock. You jumped out of it and waited until the rest of the men were out. Ivar hadn’t moved, he was still watching you. “Oke.” You nodded, jumping back in the boat. “I’m pregnant. At least I think I am.” You announced. Ivar looked at you as if you just said his mother died … again. “That bad news?” You asked. He opended his month but shutted it right after again.
“Ivar, you now how, if two people love each other they make love and have childeren. Not necessarily in that order.” You explained as if you were talking to a child. He gave you an angry glance. “You asked for it.” You said defensly. He stared at the water, still shokked by the news you gave him. It was that bad news … obvious.

Congrats, Dad (Ant X Reader)

WC: 2119 

Summary: Reader is pregnant and is afraid to tell Ant. Mother Philippa swoops in and saves the day.

Warnings: Pregnancy, allusions to smut, smut lite at the beginning, mom friend Pippa

“Ant! Babe, I’m home!” I called, walking through the doors of our apartment, my hands full of groceries. “In here.” Anthony called from the living room. I smiled and placed our groceries on the kitchen counter. I walked into the living room and Anthony smiled widely at me from the couch. “Sit with me babe.” He said and I chuckled, obeying his wish. As soon as I sat down he pulled me into a side hug, his head resting in the crook of my neck. “Well hello to you too.” I said playfully, pressing a kiss to his temple. Anthony smirked and pressed a light kiss to my neck. “How was your day baby?” He said, fiddling lightly with the hem of my shirt. “Well, my boss, who usually is a placid kind of guy, decided to lose his shit today. That led to a very productive yet stressful day. I swear my neck is semi-broken from having to look down at my desk all day.” I said, sighing as I ranted about my less than ideal day. Anthony frowned and he removed his arm from around my waist. “That’s terrible. He didn’t yell at you, did he?” He said, looking at me with worry in his eyes. “I mean he shouted a little in my general direction, but.” I said, shrugging my shoulders slightly. “Y/N, you shouldn’t have to deal with that.” Ant said, something unrecognisable glinting in his eyes. “Ant, babe, I’m fine. It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before.” I said and Ant clenched his jaw, clearly unhappy. I had to admit that he looked incredibly hot doing that. He suddenly pulled me into a passionate kiss, his arms encircling my waist. I kissed back with fervour and Anthony let out a low moan. We broke apart, panting slightly, a smirk on Anthony’s face. “Should we take this some place more private?” Anthony asked, his voice low. I let out a short laugh and he looked at me quizzically. “Ant, we’re in our apartment. Everywhere is private.” I said and Anthony rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated. “You know what I meant Y/N.” Anthony said and I almost gulped in nervousness. He suddenly attached his lips to mine in a heated kiss and picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. He let out a moan and I smirked into the kiss. He broke the kiss briefly and took a hand off my waist to open the bedroom door. He placed me on the bed and I looked up at him, noticing the sheer lust that glazed over his eyes. “Now, where were we?”

Four weeks later

“I’ll try to be at the theatre between shows babe.” I said and Anthony frowned, pecking my forehead. “No Y/N, you’re sick. You’re going to stay here, ok?” He said and I sighed, realising that fighting with him was useless. “Ok. I’ll see you tonight?” I said and Anthony nodded, smiling brightly. “I’ll see you tonight.” He repeated before kissing my cheek lightly. I waved goodbye to him as he closed the apartment door behind him. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and grabbed my phone, immediately dialling Pippa. “Hey Y/N!” She said cheerfully, picking up almost instantly. “Hey Pip.” I said, my tone nowhere near as bright as hers. “Are you ok?” Pippa asked, sensing that something was off. “Yes and no. Can you come over?” I asked, almost pleading her. “I’ll be there in 5.” Pippa said and I smiled, hanging up the phone. I got off the couch and began pacing, wondering how she would react to the news I had. My pacing was suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the door. “It’s me!” Pippa said and I swung the door open. Pippa smiled warmly at me before engulfing me in a hug. She rubbed my back and I smiled into the crook of her neck. “What’s up Y/N?” Pippa asked once I broke the embrace. I grimaced and sat down on the couch, Pippa following suit. “Pip, I, uh. I’m pregnant.” I said quietly and Pippa beamed at me, letting out a squeal of joy. “Oh my god Y/N, congratulations!” Pippa said, pulling me against her side. I smiled weakly at her, and she raised an eyebrow in confusion. “You don’t seem happy about this news.” She said and I let out a shaky breath. “It’s just, I don’t know how Ant will react. We’re not even married yet, God.” I said, feeling tears well in my eyes. Pippa rubbed the small of my back soothingly, looking at me with pity. “Y/N, trust me when I say that Anthony loves you no matter what. The boy would jump off a bridge if you told him to.” Pippa said and I chuckled slightly, knowing that her words were true. “And I love him. It’s just, we’re young and I’m nervous that he’ll have to drop out of Hamilton to look after me. He loves that show so much.” I said and Pippa frowned at me. “He loves you more than the show, I promise you.” She said and my lips turned up in a small smile. “How do I tell him?” I whispered and Pippa sat quietly for a moment, lost in thought. She suddenly let out a gasp and I nearly jumped at the noise. She nearly leapt off the couch, beckoning for me to follow her. “What master plan have you come up with, Soo?” I asked curiously, following her into the kitchen. “Can you bake?” Pippa asked and I nodded hesitantly, now incredibly nervous. “That’s good. Where are your baking supplies?” She asked and I pointed to a shelf in the pantry. She smiled and made her way to the shelf, pulling out various ingredients. “Philippa Soo, what the hell are you doing?” I questioned as she pretty much emptied my pantry onto the kitchen counter. “You’re going to bake a cake and on the top write ‘congrats dad’ and give it to Ant after today’s matinee show.” Pippa said and I nodded in agreement, realising that it was actually a good idea. She clapped and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Told you it was a brilliant idea.” She said before pulling out her phone. She gasped and I looked up at her in confusion. “I’ve gotta be at the theatre now. I’m so sorry Y/N, but text me when the cake’s done.” Pip said and I nodded, glancing at the ingredients on the counter. “Great. See you later Y/N.” She said before waving at me as she walked out the door. I sighed and looked at the kitchen counter. I grabbed my phone and pressed shuffle on my music, chuckling as the opening chords to Alexander Hamilton filled the apartment. I began to sing along as I measured out the ingredients, praying to god that Pippa’s idea would work.

A few hours later

I looked at the completed cake, a proud smile on my face. It was a chocolate cake topped with buttercream icing, and written in blue on the top was 'Congrats, dad!’. I looked at my watch and saw that it was just after 3, meaning the matinee performance had finished. I took in a deep breath and texted Pippa.

Y/N: Cake’s all done. I’m on my way over now.

I picked up the cake, and was about to open the door when I heard my phone buzz.

Pip 👌🏻: AAH! I’m so excited. Ant will be over the moon, I promise.

I smiled and shot her a couple of emojis before turning off my phone, shoving it in my pocket. I made my way to the elevator, carrying the carefully covered cake. I hailed a taxi and gave the driver the necessary address, sinking back into the seat. Once we had arrived I thanked the driver and handed him the money, making my way out in a manner that protected the cake. I let out a sigh and approached the Richard Rogers theatre, hoping that the cake was still in tact. “Y/N! What a lovely surprise. Ant told us you were sick.” James, the security guard said and I chuckled nervously. “That’s partially true James. Still, I come bearing baked goods.” I said and he chuckled, gesturing for me to walk in. I smiled at him once more before making my way through the maze of backstage corridors. I saw that the 'break room’ door was open, and I heard Michael Jackson playing from inside. I chuckled at the predictability of my friends and knocked lightly on the door. “Come on in!” I heard Lin shout and I rolled my eyes, pushing the door open slightly. “Hey guys!” I said and I was met with a series of cheers and smiles from everyone but Anthony. “Y/N, how are you? Ant here told us you were sick.” Daveed asked and I nodded halfheartedly. “That’s partially true Diggs, but I’m well enough to visit my boyfriend and the rest of you. Also, I brought cake, so.” This earned cheers from the cast, and even Ant cracked a small smile. I put the cake down on the bench near the sink and Oak made his way over, attempting to pull the cover off. I smack his hand lightly and he  stared at me with fake hurt. “Not yet Onaodowan.” I said and he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Ok, ok. Nice pronunciation by the way.” He said and I smirked, shrugging my shoulders. “All in a days work.” I said and Oak laughed. Pippa coughed from behind Oak and he looked over at her. “Can I speak with Y/N for a second?” She said and Oak nodded curiously, moving to the side. “How about we talk outside?” I said and Pip nodded, taking my wrist and leading me out the door. “You feeling ok?” Pippa asked and I nodded, looking up at her with determination. “I’m doing this.” I said and Pippa smiled brightly at me. We walked back inside and I suddenly saw a very confused Anthony hovering over the now uncovered cake. “Uh, Y/N?” He said and I hummed in response. “Why does this cake say 'Congrats, dad!’ Did you pick up the wrong cake at the bakery or something?” Anthony said and I shook my head, my stomach churning. “No. I made it.” I said and I heard a few gasps from the people who’d put two and two together. Anthony still looked confused so I let out an annoyed sigh. “What the hell?” Anthony muttered and I heard an exasperated sigh come from Jasmine. “You idiot, she’s pregnant!” She said and I glanced over at Jasmine, who looked like she immediately regretted her words. I shot her a sympathetic smile and then looked over at Ant, whose eyes were wide and his jaw slack. “Y/N, is what Jasmine said true?” Ant whispered, the entire room quiet. I nodded slowly, and I watched as the look on his face changed from confusion to outright joy. “Oh my god, you’re pregnant.” Ant said and I nodded, feeling tears well in my eyes. I heard a loud whistle, presumably from Daveed, and I brought Ant into a loving embrace. “We’re gonna be parents. My god I love you so much.” Anthony whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. “I was so nervous about telling you. The cake was Pip’s idea.” I said and he chuckled, letting go of me. “Thanks Pip!” Ant shouted and the rest of the cast chuckled. “You’re welcome!” She replied with equal enthusiasm. “Congratulations you two. You’re gonna be incredible parents, I have no doubt.” Lin said, clapping us both on the shoulder. I smiled at him warmly as Ant pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I see you all eyeing off that cake. Go on.” I said and everyone chuckled as they made their way over to the bench that housed the cake. “How long have you known?” Anthony asked and I chuckled at his unintentional reference to the show. “A month or so.” I said and Anthony shook his head. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or just quoting the show.” He said and I pecked his lips. “A little bit of both.” I said and he laughed, pulling me into another hug. “We’re going to have a family of our own in a few months. I can’t believe it.” Anthony said wistfully, placing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “Believe it.”

Dancing Around

* Thayne Jasperson × Reader

* Modern rpf

* 331: Why can’t they see that they’re meant for each other?

* Requested by anonymous

* Request: he and the reader used to be dancers together but then she goes more onto her school studies and they’re still best friends. Now she’s at NYU getting a masters in History and Thayne takes her to the theater and everyone can just see how much they really actually like each other more than friends?

A/N: Here’s another Thayne one for my legacy. I’m pretty sure my time frame is horribly off but just roll with it kay? Thanks. And I’ll answer my messages later tonight. But enjoy!

Word Count: 2,917


“No it’s really easy Thayne!” You urged your friend.

“I just don’t think I’d be a good dancer OK?” He said nervously. The two of you were only freshmen in high school but you were trying to get your friend to join a dance class you found.

“You’d be great.” You tried again. “Please?” You finally asked. He gave you a curious look. “I don’t know anyone in the class and everyone is already all paired up so I’m always awkwardly the third person of a group.” You explained.

You watched as Thayne debated his options. He sighed. “OK, I’ll go with you next time.”

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Coming Home Chapter 12 (Shalaska) - Jem

AN: I apologize profusely for the wait. I know I said last chapter that I was back, but I guess I’m not as good at sorting my life as I hoped I would be. That being said, thank you all for sticking by me and giving me feedback on where you’d like to see this story go. Special shout out to @thewritingnymph for advice and support!

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In a parallel universe, where Even is an youtuber:

@Julie Andem, here’s what you should be working on after Skam ends, take note.


+ Yo, this got soooo long. Read more under the cut because the @evenbechnet​​ members went wild for this one particular universe

  • perfect cut and editing because Even is bloody brilliant at that (duh)
  • several ‘draw my life’s because Even just likes drawing, ok? (it doesn’t matter if several of those include an unhealthy amount of drawings of Isak. It is ‘draw my life’ after all)
  • a short film named ‘The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Under Water’
  • and several other short films for that matter (you know he’s that aesthetic hoe)
  • a series of vlogs (including Isak being a dork on tape, Isak sleeping, Isak doing nothing, and just… Isak? but also Even drawing random things, Even cooking, shots of the streets, of the things that catch his eye when he’s walking, or just, like, vlog things. daily things)
  • a whole different series of vlogs/videos of only 1 minute each, named… you guessed it: Minutt For Minutt. Various types of videos, including, but not limited to: minutt for minutt talks about the weather, drawing, filming; minutt for minutt questionings of existence; minutt for minutt heart-to-heart’s during bad episodes; minutt for minutt advice talk; minutt for minutt talks about sexuality, religion, mental illness, politics (“you know, I’m well informed in this area, seeing as my boyfriend’s uncle is Donald Trump” “SHUT UP EVEN!!!!”); etc

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Bill Weasley Imagine: “The wedding”

Hey! Can you do an X reader? The X Reader is that the reader is at Bill’s and her’s wedding (same setting as if he did marry Fleur) and Draco is watching from outside, full of jealousy since he use to date the reader but he is still in love with her. Same situation goes with the Deatheater raid, and the reader and Bill get out safely. Does that make sense? Thanks again!!! Great writing, brilliant actually! ~Amelia

Requested by @half-blood-princess282

Today was your big day, your wedding. You had dreamt of it since you were just a kid, always playing with your dolls and pretending to dance with your imaginary groom around the house. It was for real this time though. You were so nervous and excited at the same time. How couldn’t you? You were about to marry Bill and to become y/n Weasley.

The ceremony was just perfect, and Bill and you were on the dancefloor, having the wedding dance, this time with a real groom. Nothing could erase the smile you had plastered in your face as you spun around with your husband and the guests kept clapping following the rhythm of the song. You only had eyes for this brave man. When you stopped dancing, you saw Draco staring at you from afar. He had a sober expression on his face and he started to approach you. Bill didn’t notice, as Mrs Weasley demanded to dance with him this time around. Draco grabbed you by the hand and guided you towards a corner, despite your protests.

“What is it, Draco? It’s my wedding day. I invited you for old times sake, but that’s all.” You claimed.

“I can’t watch you with him, y/n” he told you.

“You’ll have to get used to it. I’m y/n Weasley now”

He gulped and assured you, while squeezing your hand: “You can still stop this madness. Come with me and forget about the Weasel, y/n. I can make you happy”

“No, you can’t” you retorted.

“I-I still love you, and I k-know you feel the same…” he stammered.

When he said I still love you flashes of your time with him came to your mind. You shook your head and shut your eyes, as if trying to erase the memories.

“Our relationship ended a long time ago, Draco. I-”

You trailed off as you heard screams coming from everywhere. You turned around and, to your horror, Death Eaters were invading the place. You forgot about Draco and looked for your husband.

“Y/n!” you heard him scream.

You turned to the voice and found a pair of strong arms holding you tightly. Before you could register anything else, you apparated home, far away from the disaster.

“Y/n! Are you ok?” he immediately asked with evident worry on his voice.

You nodded and hugged him tightly.

“I’m sorry about it…” he murmured.

Frowning, you broke the embrace and asked him: “What are you sorry for? This hasn’t been your fault, Bill”

He shook his head and replied: “You have always dreamt of your wedding day… I know how much it meant to you…”

Caressing his cheek, you told him: “The ceremony has been magical and everything went absolutely perfect until they arrived… I will forever have a special memory of this day. A good one. You know why? Because today I married the man I love, today I married you. Bill, I love you.”

He had tearful eyes when he said: “I love you too, y/n. You don’t know how much…”

You smiled and leaned in to kiss his lips. It was a sweet and short kiss, but it made you forget about the abrupt end of the wedding and those Death Eaters.

When you broke the kiss, Bill whispered: “I saw you with Draco.”

You could detect a hint of jealousy, so you kissed him again and told him: “I married you, Bill. Not Draco. I don’t want him. I want you. So stop being jealous and let’s have a good wedding night”

He chuckled and took you in his arms, bridal-style to the bed. Despite the incidents of the day, it had been the most amazing time of your life.

Originally posted by wickedpotterpictures

anonymous asked:

May I have a scenario where Class-A went on a fun trip together. Todoroki and s/o have a crush on each other and it's very obvious though those two don't see it. So the boys are helping out todoroki while the girls are helping out s/o! Can you also make it a female s/o please if you don't mind? Thank you! Keep up with the hard work! :)

First I just want to say this is one of the most fun requests I got, I love it. I would like to write like a 100k fic about it but unfortunately I don’t have the time nor the patience to do so XD anyways, I hope you like it, and thanks dear anon!

THIS IS SO FUCKIN LONG IM SORRY. And it’s so shitty casue I tried to summarize an idea that was long af so i’m so sorry I promise I won’t do this ever again. 

THERE‘S MORE UNDER THE CUT (just telling u cause my phone is shit and doesn’t tell when there’s more text…seriously this is 4k words)

 “Ok girls, listen up”

“Worthless fuckers, come here”


“Something needs to be done urgently about [name] and Todoroki not being together…I mean, they totally love each other”

“Our buddy Todoroki totally has the hots for this girl [name], and it’s our duty as men to make it happen”

“We need to think of something romantic, maybe we can find a way of making them walk under the beautiful moonlight of the forest together, a lovely date under the stars!”

“We should totally like, lock them inside a bathroom or something. Naked.”

“Maybe we can get them to kiss!”

“Maybe we can get them to fuck”

“All we need to do, is to be cautious and smart. Both of them are easily flustered and won’t take the initiative on their own, so we just need to carefully set the perfect atmosphere for a confession. Come on, girls! We can do this!


“Lets fuck this up”

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Lies won’t make you any good

Name: Lies won’t make you any good.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Theme: Angst, fluff, mentions of mocking and self-hatred.

Requested by sweet little @elvirateaqueen13 (Could you write one about a plus size reader who has a gothic/ or punk style and works for Oswald and has liked him for some time but was too scared to say anything because they don’t think to great about them self? but in the end he had a crush on her too).

Honey, it’s not how i intended to write this one, it just kinda happened <3

I hope you will like it <3

I also wanna thank my dearest @queencobblefreezestuff @myregardstothereader @jokesterwrites @under-oswalds-umbrella @minpov @gotham-city-tales @luciebell-writes @just-a-little-crazy @rawrcoptergaming @taintedmarker @thequeenofgothamxo @emberandshadow @cobblehearts

Originally posted by mr-april

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Lost Girl - Peter Pan Imagine

Rating: PG

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping and fluff

Summary: A trip to London was an opportunity you did not want to pass up. Fortunately and unfortunately, you didn’t see much of London. Then again, what was any city compared to that of the land of dreams, Neverland.

Word Count: 2223

London was an amazing place. You were… some young age that you don’t remember anymore when your school offered a summer trip to London. The sights were breathtaking. The culture, wonderful. The city, inspiring.

You and the other participants were staying in an old corner house in Bloomsbury. The house was abandoned after World War II. The family probably went to the countryside. Because of this, the government used it to house foreign students. It was a brilliant opportunity and a beautiful house. Your bedroom, shared with two other girls, was your favorite room. Mostly because there was a beautiful window seat where you could peacefully watch the stars.


You sighed. “Yes, Miss?”

“Close that window. You don’t want to let the wind in and ruin that new lavender dress of yours.”

You turned around and faced your teacher. “Can’t we leave it a crack open?”

“Why would you request such a thing?”

You crawled into your bed and tucked yourself in. “I want to see the clear sky.”

“Tell you what. I’ll close it, but I won’t lock it. Would you be ok with that?”

You nodded. “Thank you.” You closed your eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

The clock struck midnight.

Someone pushed the window open. It wasn’t you. It wasn’t your teacher. It was someone with a hook for a hand. “This is it,” he whispered to his pirate crew. “That Jane girl must be here somewhere.”

A short, pudgy man with gray hair pointed at your roommate. “What about his one here, Cap’n?”

Hook-for-hand took one look at her and scoffed. “Smee, tell me. What is she wearing?”

“Uh… Uh… White, Cap’n!”

“And Jane wears…”

“Purple, Cap’n!”

Hook spoke slowly. “Then, find the girl. Who. Wears. Purple!”

“I found ‘er, Cap’n!”


“Right here.” The pirate pointed at your sleeping figure.

Hook’s lips curled into a devious smile. “Oh, Jane. Wake up. Someone’s back to see you.”

You heard something. But it was so far away, like you were underwater. You blinked, waking yourself up. “What is it?”

You gasped. Pirates! One with a sharp hook where his hand should be and several other shadows behind him.


Then, everything went black.

Next thing you know, you were on a beach. Tied to an anchor. You looked around frantically. Where were you? What had happened while you were asleep? While you were… You were knocked out!

“Hey!” you shouted. “Hey! Someone!”

“Shut your trap, Jane!” someone shouted.

“Jane?” You shook your head. “There must be a mistake. I’m not Jane!”

“Well, if you aren’t Jane, then why ya here?”

You groaned. these pirates were not that bright.

“He’s here! Pan’s here!”

The whole beach erupted.

That man with a hook for a hand sauntered up to you. “Well, Jane, I hope you learn your lesson.”

“I’m not Jane,” you explained. “So, if you don’t mind.” You pulled against the ropes.

“That won’t work, Jane. You have to be her.”

“And why’s that?”

He smirked. “Why, only Jane wears purple.”

You blinked. “I’m dreaming. That’s what’s going on. I am dreaming. Dreaming of dumb pirates, beautiful beaches, and a crow cawing.”

The pirate’s face fell. “A crow?”

“You don’t hear it?”

The caw of a crow echoed throughout the island.

“That crow,” you explained with a laugh.

The captain growled. “Put a bag over her. I don’t like Jane’s voice.”

“I’m not Jane!”

Someone pulled a bag over your head. You tried to get it off yourself, rubbing your head against the anchor and shrinking. However, it didn’t do much.

“Come at me, Codfish!” A boy, you knew. “Come on, boys! I’ve seen a walking fish!”

Laughter. Kid’s laughter.

“Good one, Peter!”

“Ha! A walking fish!”

Then, Hook’s voice cut through the boys’ laughter. “Oh, Peter! We found some treasure for you.”

“And you wanna share? How nice! What is it?”

“A certain…” You could practically hear the old pirate smirk. “Lost Girl?”

“Jane? Let her go now, Hook!”

There was cheering of boys. There was shouting of pirates. There was clanging of swords.

Suddenly, you were lifted into the air.

You did what any normal girl would do. You screamed.

“Calm down, Lost Girl! It’s Peter.”

Light flooded your vision. You squirmed and tried your best to escape your captor.

Then, he gasped. And the arms that held you disappeared.

You screamed, feeling your stomach drop and air hit every part of your body. The ocean was beneath you. That was it. You were going to wake up, and you were going to be in your bed.

But, nothing happened. Arms engulfed you again. “Gotcha!”

With no distractions, you were finally able to open your eyes. Light blinded you once again, but then… It started to come into focus. A boy. A boy with reddish hair and brown eyes. Pointy ears?

“You’re not Jane.”

You laughed. “I know. And you’re not real.”

“Not real?” The boy seemed to take a second to ponder this. “You sure sound like the old Jane!” He laughed and set you down on the beach. “So, old Jane, how’d you like to get a tour of Neverland from Peter Pan himself?”

He threw out his arms and jumped off the rock, flying and circling in the air.

It almost made you dizzy. “Neverland? Why would I name this place Neverland?”

“Ha!” He zoomed in close to you so that his nose was just touching yours. “You’re funny, Ole Jane.”

You swatted him away from you. “My name’s not Jane. I’m (Y/n), (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

Peter tilted his head and crossed his legs as if he was sitting in the sky. “That’s a funny name, (Y/n) (Y/n).”

You opened your mouth to correct him, but the boy seemed very proud of himself for listening to you. You had another question anyway. “How are you doing that?”

“Doing what?”


“You don’t know how to fly?” Peter Pan exclaimed. “It’s so easy! Easier than pie!”

You crossed your arms and teased, “Well if it’s so easy, why don’t you teach me?”

“Great idea, Old Jane!”

“I told you my name’s-”

Peter grabbed your hand and threw you on his back. “Come on! We’ve got a lot to do before it gets dark!”

You squealed and held on tightly. You closed your eyes, feeling the wind whip your dress carelessly. Your stomach must’ve dropped several feet, because you felt the need to scream and hold on even tighter.

“Careful, girlie. You don’t wanna strangle your knight in shining armor.”

“Who said I needed one!” you screamed into his shirt.

“Sorry, can’t hear you! You can thank me when we land!”

You wanted to scoff, but the emptiness in your stomach prevented you from doing so.

Suddenly, the boy started speaking, but not to you. It was followed by a jingling of bells. “Hey, Tink. What are you talking about? (Y/n) loves flying! See- oh.”

The wind stopped.

“(Y/n)… you ok?”

You opened one eye slowly. Peter Pan was staring at you, worry shining in his eyes.

You gasped. The worry in his eyes was so overwhelming. You’ve never seen anyone look at anyone like how he was gazing at you. This couldn’t be a dream. If you’ve never seen that look, how could you ever dream it?


You blinked. “Just a bit… dizzy. I’ve never flown before.”

Peter’s sad frown and worried eyes immediately changed to an expression of childish hope and joy. “Well, in order to get over the fear of flying, you need to fly. It’s simple, really. Faith, trust, and pixie dust. that’s all you need. That’s why Tink is here to help!”

A ball of light appeared next to him. You blinked and used one hand to rub your eyes. It wasn’t just a ball of light. It was a person! … A tiny person with wings. “A fairy?” You gasped.

Peter laughed. “You look as if you’ve never seen one before.” He turned to the little lady, fairy, and instructed, “Let ‘er rip, Tink!”

Tinker Bell zoomed right to you and stopped in front of your eyes. She was beautiful and seemingly angry. Then, she jingled. and looked at Peter.

“Come on, Tinker Bell. Or I might just have to shake you.”

Tinker Belle huffed. She spun around above your head, showering you with pixie dust. She wasn’t stopping any time soon.

“That’s enough, Tink,” Peter laughed.

Tinker Bell narrowed her eyes and threw another ball of pixie dust at your head.

You closed your eyes and tried to wipe off all the excess dust on your face.

Peter smiled. “Now, think of a happy thought.”

“A happy thought?”

“Any happy thought! For Wendy, it was Mermaid Lagoon. John, the pirate’s cave. And Michael thought of being an Indian Brave.”

You tilted your head and closed your eyes. Your happiest thought made you smile. “Ok, I think I have it.”

Peter smiled. “Then, let go.”


“Let go, or I’ll do it for you,” he taunted.


Too late. He let you go.

You closed your eyes. Fear gutted you, and there was no air in your lungs.

Peter sputtered out a laugh. “Open your eyes, girlie.”

You slowly but surely did. You were flying! You were floating! All on your own!

You laughed and spun in the air. It felt so freeing. You didn’t have to rely on the ground. it was just you and the open sky. “Woohoo!”, you sang out, turning and twisting through the air.

Peter was beside you, laughing. “There you go, (Y/n)! That’s how you fly!”

You smiled. Then, you smirked. “Bet you can’t catch me.”

Peter blinked, obviously surprised by your challenge. Then, he smiled. “Ha! You think you can beat me? I am, clearly, the more experienced one.” He laid down on the air, placing his arms behind his head.

You stopped, propped your head on your hands, and rested your hands on Peter’s chest. “Well, scaredy-cat, are you saying no race?”

Peter’s jaw dropped. He flew out from under and flexed his muscles. “You are talking to Little Flying Eagle here. And Little Flying Eagle never backs down!”

“Then…” You bit your lip. “Let’s fly!” You sped off with your arms outstretched and a smile on your face.

“Hey!” Peter complained. He flew after you.

You, to be honest, forgot about the race. You were just flying, soaring over the island of Neverland. You flew through rainbows and bounced on cotton candy clouds. You touched the clear blue waters and danced under the snow clouds.

In all the fun you were having, you didn’t notice the Indian’s totem pole in front of you.


You gasped. You stared right into the face of a colorful bear. And Peter was behind you, one hand on your hip and the other holding your shoulder. His chest was not touching your back. It was close enough, however, that you could feel the heat coming from his body and his chest moving up and down as he breathed.

“Thanks,” you muttered, out of breath.

“No problem, (Y/n).”

Suddenly, Tinker Bell appeared beside the two of you. She pulled you away from Peter and floated in front of him, jingling frantically.

“Woah, Tink. The boys? Nearing sunset? Already?” Peter tilted his head and stared at the sun. “Oh.” He faced the fairy again. “Lost track of time, then. But, we can still get back in time!” He pulled your arm and flew. “Come on!”

Nights turned into moons. Soon, you had forgotten about London. About your old house. You lived in Neverland, the land of dreams. You had a family. You were a mother, a sister. And soon…

“You’ve earned it.” Peter hands you a lion’s hood. “Lost Girl.”

You blinked. You reached out to touch it, then you hesitated. “Really, Peter? Ya mean it?”

“Of course I do!” He beamed and insisted. “You’re one of us now, (Y/n).”

The Lost Boys cheered and jumped off the walls.

You laughed as one of the twins jumped on you. You held onto him and threw your head back with a joyful cry. “I’m a Lost Girl, boys!” You took the hood from Peter and ut it over your head. “Now, let’s go on an adventure!” You pulled out your machete and cheered with the boys.

Peter smiled. He flew above all of you. “Tink, let’s go!”

TinkerBell zoomed out of her room. She smiled at you, hitting you with her signature pixie dust ball before sprinkling the boys with the magical dust.

“You’ll pay for that, Tinker Bell!” you joked.

Tinker Bell just smirked and floated above your shoulder.

Peter raised his dagger. “All right, Lost Boys.” He bowed to you. “And Girl. Let’s go find some fun!”

“Yeah!” you all answered back with a cheer. The boys flew out first. Peter stayed behind and stared at you. “You coming, girlie?”

You floated to him. “Of course, I am. I am a Lost Girl after all.”

Peter laughed. “Then, Lost Girl, it would be an honor,” he bowed low and held out his hand, “to aid you in your next trip.”

You grinned. “Why, the pleasure’s all mine, Boy.” With that, You accepted his outstretched hand, and the two of you soared into the Neverland sky, looking for a new adventure.

Hello, everyone! Hope you like this one. I made it extra long because Peter Pan from Disney doesn’t have many imagines. All he has is fanfics about Wendy. A few with Jane. I think I found one with reader, but that’s one. It wasn’t even on tumblr. But, I hope this can be good enough to represent!

Have a great night everyone! Now, I need to catch up on math… Wish me luck!

diosia-deactivated20170429  asked:

they????were????Perfect???????????????????????????idk how you did it but they are and that is a fACT. they both make me hurt inside but!!!!! i can see johanssen having a tough time with it and not being able to be as, uh, stoic(?i guess) as the others. both of them could have happened at one point tbh like?? idk i dont have words they're all gone (you write beautifully btw!) ALSO: I NEED DRUNK BECK SERENADING ABOUT BETH JOHANSSEN @ THE BAR the imagery gives me life


title: (drunk) tenerife sea
paring: chris beck/beth johanssen
word count: 1819
rating: g
warnings: spoilers for the martian (book) in some kind of way, lmao
sinopsis: when martinez said “let’s get drunk” this wasn’t what he was thinking, really.
n/a: have a lot of fun doing this. this one is based on these wonderful headcanons :) and it’s for jessie <3 

When Martinez said “let’s get drunk” this wasn’t exactly what Mark was thinking but okay, okay… why the hell no? I mean, if just the idea of Christopher Beck all drunk under a table with a mic on his hand and ‘Bizarre Love Triangle’ out of his red mouth wasn’t funny and almost adorable, what wasn’t?

Martinez was cheering for him and Mark just sat and enjoyed the moment, they were all in Houston for the training and have just got out of the insulation program. Rick’s family was in home, same for Vogel but he didn’t feel like getting his ass drunk so he stayed in his hotel room, while Lewis went into her husband’s arms and Johanssen… well, she needed her time alone with her stupid evil fat cat, Piper. So the three of them would be.

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    Pay fiddled with the bottom of his coat, sighing. He watched his own breath appear and disappear in front of him. He’d been forced to wear actual pants with the recent temperature drop. He looked around, shuffling his feet. He admittedly had arrived early, but he didn’t want to be late. He supposed he could have been fashionably late, but then he wouldn’t get to prove to Pat that he could be on time.

    “Pay.” Said a familiar voice from behind him.

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The boy next door : Luke

You waltzed around your kitchen. Your tiptoes on the cold floor in your blue lined onzie. You tripped over your own feet attempting to dance to the music as you made your waffles. You heard the doorbell go but thought nothing of it. You kept going trying to remember steps from the millions of YouTube videos you watched of ballroom dances. You loved the scenes in the movie of a great ballroom dance with the lights, music and elegant ball gowns.

You had managed to completely be oblivious to the sounds of voices before it was to late “Y/n dear? Oh dear!” You jumped a mile at your mothers voice causing you to lose your footing and land straight down on the laminate tiles with a loud thud you look up and see an unfamiliar face. The most good looking boy stood staring down at you a smirk on his face. You brushed it off and denied his help off the floor and stand up yourself in annoyence.

You are suddenly aware of the smell of burning and you run to the waffle maker just in time. “Y/n honey this is Lucas Hemmings, he moved in next door with his family!”

“You can call me Luke!” He smiles, you on the other hand aren’t impressed. His face you admit is the most brilliant thing but you weren’t going to get messed up in some next door neighbour crush and end up crushed so instead you say,

"Ok Luke do you mind leaving, I have waffles to eat!” You point to the door and your mother looks horrified

"And you have dance classes to attend!” Luke remarks and you blush looking down, Luke walks out the door and some part of you wished for him to walk right back in.

After a half an hour lecture about first impressions from your mother you are pushed out the door, in rolled up jeans a cute blouse and converse, hands holding the biggest apple pie ever. You groan walking up to the matte wite door with a perfectly styled doorbell. You cringed and rang it. Opening the door was a very smiley woman who addressed herself as Liz. “Hello I am y/n from next door my mother asked me to bring over this apple pie!” You smile genuinely.

“That’s so sweet please bring it in for me !” Liz smiles, you happily oblige and walk into the kitchen. You place the abnormally large pie down and as you begin to leave Liz calls after you, “honey would you do me a favour” you nod smiling, a small errand wouldn’t hurt!

“Go up to my study and grab the pile of cards, they are for the street and one of for your house, it would mean the world if you could deliver them, I have so much to unpack!” You see she is in genuine need of help so you happily agree and text your mum your plans, she is over the moon and sends 1 too many emojis to express her happiness.

Embarrassed at your mothers attempt of texting you walk upstairs to the room you think is the study. You knock and hear no reply so assuming it’s empty you open the door. Instead you are met with a very shirtless Luke in basketball shorts and headphones clearly about to go on a jog! He notices your presence and you both stare at each other before you Yelp an apology before running across the hall and into another room which is thankfully the study before grabbing the cards and bolting out the door.

You hear your name but you keep going, you have had too much embarrassment for one day.


- part 2 ? Hope you like it

-Issy ✈️👋🏼😂

Anemia [2/?]

Prompt: Anemic Ivan just wants to be left alone, but a certain golden-haired, blue-eyed (usually) vampire has other ideas. (RusAme)

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Depression, Google-Translate Russian


Alfred wasn’t entirely sure why he was here. He definitely wasn’t being a stalker.

Stalkers are evil creepy dudes. Totally… not like me.

Still he had to admit what he was doing was kinda stalker-ish. Honestly, all he’d meant to do was take his most recent… acquaintance… home safe. But he couldn’t get the taste of undernourished blood out of his mouth, or mind. So when he’d come across the dropped groceries he’d been struck with a brilliant plan! He’d bring them back to the guy’s house, along with some iron supplements!

Iron supplements were for anemia, right? He was pretty sure that’s what the guy’s blood was missing…

Anyway, that should have been it. Wanting to help the guy wasn’t an excuse; he’d wanted to help every single one of the “acquaintances” he’d made over the years. Wanted to take every one under his wing, cook them a hot meal, help them recover from the hangover, hell, maybe pay their debts or something.

But he couldn’t. He’d made a rule. He’d get them home and that would be it. It had to be.

I’m just making sure he’s ok. He tasted pretty sick, I’m just… making sure he’s not hurt too bad.

That ran around his mind on loop as he watched the Russian through the foggy glass.

It’d been almost twilight when Al had happened to pass by the man’s apartment, and as it so happened, the man himself was walking through the front door. Keeping to the long shadows, Alfred had managed to follow the large man all the way to a high school, where apparently he worked as a janitor.

And now he was watching Ivan mop floors through the little window of one of the classroom doors. Which might be a little… yeah, ok, he was being stalker-ish.

Alfred made a face at the thought. Heroes aren’t stalkers. And I’m trying to help him, so I’m a hero!


As Alfred watched, the Russian man suddenly started moping more urgently, his expression angry. Alfred felt himself ever so slightly tempted to take a peek in the other man’s mind, but quickly squashed the idea. Looking inside other people’s minds was just wrong, plus he was really bad at it. It always made him flat-out exhausted afterwards, and sometimes all he could detect was an obvious emotion.

Totally not worth… it…

He sensed something was wrong a moment before it showed. Not in a specific, this-is-what’s-wrong way, but more of a subconscious nudge. His gaze zoned in on the Russian…

Just in time to see his knees buckle.

With a rush of air and the slam of a door flying open, the classroom was empty.


As it so happened, the Russian man had been thinking about a particular vampire that made his blood boil.

He still felt pretty ill. It had been a chore to force himself out the door and all the way to work. That damn vampire had shaken him so badly. The burly Russian had never feared isolation or dark before. He hadn’t jumped at the slightest sound echoing down the school’s tiled halls. That damn creature had broken him; the final straw. Ivan felt his anger grow, and had pushed himself harder into the motions of mopping.

Suddenly his head was light, and the hallway spun.

Ivan’s vision went blurry, all blacks and whites, too bright and throbbing. He was vaguely aware of falling but not hitting the ground. His pulse was pounding in his ears and he was short of breath. All he was sure of was the coolness of the tile at his back. And… the sensation of something around him. Supporting him. Slowly his pulse calmed enough for him to hear…

“—get you to a hospital!” A near-frantic voice exclaimed. “Shit, I knew you were sick! This is bad, we need to—“

Ivan’s eyes wouldn’t focus, but they didn’t need to.

“YOU,” Ivan growled, pouring the last of his strength into the hate behind the word. A wave of exhaustion hit, ripping away the anger and bitterness he was leaning on for energy. His head lolled back as he grappled with consciousness.

What had he done? Not work hard enough? Care for his sisters too much? Anger some divine being unwittingly? That’s what it felt like; a curse. An old, true curse, the kind that destroyed not only the person but the people around them too.

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to be sick. He didn’t want to be useless. He didn’t want to have failed his family. He didn’t want to be alone in a foreign country…

“Hey, hey, hey! Stay with me, big guy…”

He didn’t want to hear the genuine concern in the damn vampire’s voice…

Ivan blinked rapidly, his vision slowly clearing. His eyes managed to focus somewhat on the boy’s murky blue eyes. The slightest tint of purple threw off the vivid blue he remembered.

“Come on, we need to get you to a hospital…”

“Nyet!” Ivan grabbed onto the arm supporting him. He sighed. “Nyet. No hospital.”

“Dude, you just collapsed…”

“NYET.” Ivan insisted through his teeth. He slowly eased himself back down to the floor, closing his eyes. “I will rest and be fine.”  

The boy continued to hover over him worriedly. “Well is there anything I CAN do?”

“Da, you can leave,” Ivan grumbled.

“Oh, yeah,” the teen snapped sarcastically, “I’m gonna leave a sick dude half-conscious in the middle of an empty high school at night.”

“Why do you care?” Ivan growled.

“Cuz it’s my fault!” The teen said it like it was the most obvious thing.

So, the krovopiytsa has a conscious. How sad.

“If I were you,” Ivan mumbled coldly to himself, “I would not be wasting my energy on a weak human.” Ivan’s cruel, childish smile twisted onto his face. “Unless I was board and hand nothing better to torment. Tell me, how long are you going to be hunting me? Until you get your fill, bit by bit?”

“What?” The boy’s expression twisted in disgust. “Ew, no dude! I’m not even hunting right now.”

“THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT?” Ivan snarled.

“Dude, chill, I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you’re ok.” The young man nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Ah. So you are feeling guilt.”

“Are you taking medicine for it?” The young man said suddenly, ignoring the last comment. “The anemia, I mean. You have a doctor, right? If not, I’ll fine one for you. I’m sure I can find someone good.”

“Nyet, that is not being necessary,” Ivan mumbled. He did not, in fact, have a doctor. You needed money to have a doctor.

Ivan pushed himself up into a sitting position and locked eyes with the young monster. “Guilt. Pity. Kindness. These are all wasted on me. I have nothing for you but blood,” Ivan spread his hands, smiling sadly. “And even that is no good.”

“That…” The boy stumbled, his face flushing. “That’s not…”

“Leave.” Ivan ordered.

“I… can’t.”

“LEAVE!” he roared, lunging forward. He threw all his energy behind his swinging fist, and felt a deep satisfaction when it connected with the young man’s face.

But then he was spent. He fell forward, unable to right himself, and found himself down, face first, at the mercy of a now probably irate vampire.

“Please,” Ivan begged, feeling the last of his will sap away. His voice was broken and quiet, almost a prayer. “Let me be alone.”

There was a long silence, But Ivan knew the vampire hadn’t left. A bitter chuckle confirmed it.

“You wanna be miserable?” the young man asked quietly, all the mirth gone from his voice. He helped Ivan back into a sitting position.

Ivan noticed that the boy’s bottom lip was split, but it looked like it had already been healing for a day.

The teen studied him a long moment, his intense eyes suddenly very old. He closed them and smiled sadly. “…I get it. Alright then…”

He sighed, standing. The vampire turned to leave, but hesitated.

“…Tell ya what, I know a great place to be miserable at.” He smirked down at Ivan. “It’s a bar. All imported liquor. The good stuff. I’d bet they’d have some decent vodka, if you’re into that stuff.” The vampire stuck out his tongue. “Tastes like liquid hate to me but whatev’. You want a place to be miserable at? Bruderhaus ‘s the place.”

Ivan stared up at the smirking vampire, not sure what to think. Was this kid seriously recommending a bar? To the man he’d nearly killed the night before? Ivan would be damned before he took the vampire’s recommendation…

But god, he’d been missing good vodka.

The vampire winked at Ivan as he began his retreat. “Take care, big guy. Oh,” he paused. “And go to your doctor already, dude. You’re not gonna get any better this way.”

Ivan glared knives at the empty air where the vampire had been a moment before.


Several days passed, and Ivan started feeling as bad as normal. Still, it was an improvement to almost passing out every time he exerted himself.

The large man set the school’s alarm and strode to the door, stepping out into the muggy night air. He glanced around the empty, dimly-lit parking lot, shuddering despite himself. The orange light made him uneasy, and probably would for a while. He growled under his breath, pulling up his scarf and charging into the darkness.

Unfortunately, since he was no longer pushing a mop, his mind had no good reason not to wander. It floated back the realization he’d had when he’d woken up… It was Katusya’s birthday.

Ivan felt his stomach take a nasty twist and his hissed under his breath. He couldn’t keep going like this. What he wouldn’t do for some good…


Ivan gritted his teeth. The last thing he wanted to do was take advice from that vampire. But even as his mind tugged at memories of past birthdays, Ivan found his feet turning from home to downtown.  

He didn’t know where he was going. Ivan ended up awkwardly asking for directions from several passers-by. Fortunately, it seemed Bruderhaus was a bit famous, and the second person he asked pointed him in the right direction.

Ivan finally found the place, its entrance a bit below street level and lit in blue light. There was a sign with a black eagle and the name of the place written over it in gothic script. Ivan snorted to himself and double-checked the open sign before pushing in the door.

The strong scent of beer, salt, smoke, and a hint of sweat assaulted him as he glanced around. The place was an odd mix of stereotypically German paraphernalia and American night club. Ivan could hear the faint heavy beat of club music, and there was a dance floor off to his left, but thankfully it was empty. He headed to the right, where he could see a low-lit bar area. Ivan noticed a few other patrons mulling about as he pulled himself up on a bar stool. His violet eyes took in the place, never having been to bar like this in person.

“Vodka,” Ivan growled softly at the bartender who had his back to him. He was pleasantly surprised when the barkeep set down a full bottle of Stolichnaya in front of him, instead of just a glass.

“You struck me as a bottle kinda guy.”

Ivan’s eyes went wide. He looked up to see the bartender’s sky blue eyes and bright smile grinning cheekily down at him.

“Good to see you, big guy.”


Krovopiytsa – bloodsucker

Mysterious Man

A/N: This is my submission for @lipstickandwhiskey 1K Writing Challenge (I’m not sure if I got the link right but I tried). Once again, Congratulations on hitting 1K!!!

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PROMPT: Whiskey on the Rocks

PAIRING: Dean x Reader

WARNING: Smut, oral (receiving and giving), some fluff



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Originally posted by killtheinsidegifs

I glance up from behind the bar and see him saunter in again. I turn and grab a bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass. He’s become a regular around here now. He comes in every night, without fail, and takes his seat at the furthest end of the bar.  Most of the time he drinks almost a whole bottle every night. I walk toward the end of the bar while he lowers himself onto the stool.

“The usual?” I ask even though I know the answer.

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I Love You to the Stars and Back

I’m still having writers block with the next imagine but until then here’s something cute that I came up with :3 I hope you enjoy it.

You were sitting in your room on your bed, the radio was softly playing, the window was open letting in a slight breeze that kept the room cool, and the summer sun spilled into the room. You were sitting on the comfy blankets of your bed, sketch book in your lap and your hand glided along the paper as you began to draw.

Today had been a relaxing day, you didn’t have anything to worry about, no important meetings, nothing you finally had the day off and you decided to spend it by staying at home and drawing.

Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate, the screen lit up indicating that someone was trying to call you. You picked the small square device to see who it was. You lips formed a smile on your face when you saw that it was your boyfriend Andy who was calling. You hit the green button then held the phone up against your ear.

“Hello?” You said.

“Hey love!” Andy answered you.


“Are you enjoying your day off?”

“Yes I am.”

“Well that’s good. So um I was wondering if you had anything planned for tonight.”

“Um no not really I was just going to watch a few movies and that was about it.”

“Oh, well would you like to go out on a date tonight? I mean if you don’t want to that’s fine I was just wondering.”

“I would love to go out tonight,” You smiled.

“Great! Can I pick you up at 7?” He asked.

You glanced over at the small digital clock that was on your nightstand. The glowing red numbers read 5:45.

“Yeah that’s fine.” You said.

“Alright I’ll see you then (Y/N). I love you.”

“Love you too, see you in a bit.”

“Alright bye.”

And with that Andy hung up. You lay in bed for a little bit contemplating as to whether or not you should get up and change now or finish the sketch and then change. You went with the second option and continued to work on your drawing and once it was finished you would get ready to go.

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anonymous asked:

do you have any fic recs for an aro/ace person who really just wants some good, close relationships without the whole gross kissing thing? implied pairings are ok, too !! (just reread c'est la vie by you and it was perfect, thank you for being so brilliant and creative)

You didn’t specify a fandom so these are basically all the fics I know with asexual characters or just little to no romance. Some still have a bit of kissing but not overly much I don’t think.

Tales From the Avengers’ Mansion by Coneycat (Avengers)

When Loki arrives at the Avengers’ Mansion with a puppy for Thor, and an elaborate tale about how he acquired it, Tony can’t help but wonder what he’s really up to.

Second Chances by glacis (Bleach)

Ichigo trains in his soul and keeps his secrets, because the Hōgyoku is just a baby, Muramasa is the most loyal being he has ever met, Shiro is a troublemaker, Zangetsu’s a truth-teller, Ichigo isn’t as trusting as he used to be, and they all deserved a second chance.

Scales by Straight-Outta-Hobbiton (Bleach)

In which Ichigo is a dragon and his hoard consists of people.

Ranking by Straight-Outta-Hobbiton (Bleach)

Ichigo gets diagnosed with stage four brain cancer. He doesn’t tell anyone.

Lost Boys by glacis (BleachxHP)

After the Triwizard fiasco, Harry leaves Britain behind for a new life. Uryuu befriends Ichigo at a much younger age. Sirius escapes. Points converge and lost boys find a family. Isshin fails. So does Ryuuken. Kisuke finds a friend. Ukitake covers and cleans up. Fate changes.

Mad geniuses and fluffy tigers by amlago (Calvin and HobbesxMarvel)

This is the story about how Calvin drops out of MIT and got a job at Stark Industries. A job, and one and a half cubicle for him and Hobbes. And a yearly supply of high grade tuna for as long as he works there.

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