okay maybe it is not a good idea

okay but what about a rwby au where emerald/mercury turn over to the good side for some unknown reason, maybe to some degree they’re horrified by what they contributed towards the fall of Beacon- basically an au that ends with my super rarepairs becoming canon (yang/merc and ruby/emerald god help me)

New AU idea

I had a new AU idea just slam into my head!
Like 🤺 fencing Au! Like okay

Yuri - sabor and Epee, with that, maybe he teaches kids how to fence?? Probs still dose ballet, becuse its good to be bendy! Also I understand the struggle of having to wear glasses in the damn mask.

Viktor - all three swords, still has them gold medal, baquent still happens, but it’s fencing, he finds a video of Yuri trying some special move that’s Viktors ((one of my coaches fucking jumps, it’s scary as fuck JFC))

Yurio - sabor and Epee, mostly Epee, becuse staby stab. Really good for his anger, still tends to snap, probs like the big older brother to the younger students, but older ones can fuck them selfs.

Also please ignore my terrible spelling, I’m not to good at it :/

Edit - Yuri’s signature move is a Squat, like a down to the floor squat! Maybe with a simple block and repost?? Or something fancy. I’m not going to label becuse I know most will be like “what” haha! But I think squat it best due to it being the closest move to the spins on the ice rink, which Yuri is known for. :)

anonymous asked:

i had a strange dream last night.. at first i was shouting out to a girl who was standing on the edge of a cliff and she had a blank look on her face. she reached her hand out to me and suddenly i was on a beach controlling the waves? i don't really know what to make of any of it.

I wouldn’t be able to tell you what it means. I am not good at interpreting other people’s dreams - I don’t make a habit of doing it regularly. I think that @polar-solstice has said they are okay with people asking them for help determining the meanings of their dreams, perhaps you are better off asking them? Or maybe one of my followers has an idea of what it may mean? :)


Summary: Things take an unexpected turn when you and Wanda decide to unplug from your electronics and embrace the great outdoors [Inspired by an episode of Broad City titled ‘The Matrix’].

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I just wanted to write a little story about my favorite Captain. Enjoy :)

Originally posted by aphroditce

“Okay…I don’t think this a good idea,” you wheezed, skidding along the pavement on your roller skates as Wanda rolled her eyes at you, skating on the sidewalk with ease. “Maybe we should go back and call an Uber,” you suggested tiredly, your face lighting up at the thought.

Wanda halted and turned around, gliding towards you as she exasperated a sigh. “Are you serious, Y/N? We just left the apartment building,” she remarked, gesturing at the building that was only a few feet behind you. “You said so yourself that we need to take a break from our electronics and embrace the environment around us,” she reminded as you gazed around, the smell of trash and pollution filling your nose while the sounds of the city pervaded your ears. “You said that we needed to embrace nature and that’s what we’re doing now!”

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Whatever we had is just water under the bridge now. While you walk across the wooden planks and reach new people, I’m floating in what used to be. I’ve come a long way from the usual drowning. I never really learned how to swim in any regular bodies of water, so it’s not surprising that I didn’t fare well in those thickened by nostalgia. You got out so easily as if it was just another day at the beach for you. Maybe it was. Maybe the idea of us was just a good pastime, and that’s all it was ever meant to be. And honestly, that’s okay.
—  You’re just a memory now. // Maxwell Diawuoh
  • "Do you realize what you just did?"
  • "Is everyone okay?"
  • "I have no idea what to say to that."
  • "Why do you have to break my heart this way?"
  • "I'm going to go down in history for this."
  • "No one is walking away from that."
  • "What did you expect?"
  • "That shouldn't have happened..."
  • "You are driving me mad."
  • "Whatever you say, Sherlock."
  • "What makes you think that is a good idea?"
  • "Did you kill them?"
  • "We need to do something."
  • "No. Just... no."
  • "I shouldn't have gotten out of bed."
  • "Are we going to walk away from all this?"
  • "Maybe we're destined to do this."
  • "Let's jump."
  • "Change is necessary. It's the only constant in the universe."
  • "I'm starting to get excited for this idea."
  • "I can't... What?"
  • "Did you have to do it?"
  • "There's no stopping this."
  • "It's coming..."
  • "I'm not going to sit here while you destroy yourself."
  • "Didn't you just say the opposite of what you said two minutes ago?"
  • "Leave me here."
  • "Why bother?"
  • "I'm not going to sit idly by and let the world burn."
  • "Can we vote on this?"
  • "That's fucked up, man."
  • "We can't do this ourselves."
  • "We have to try."

Enjolras: What’d you want, Jehan?

Jehan: Oh I didn’t need anything, Grantaire wanted to talk to you.

Enjolras: …

Enjolras: He did?

Jehan: Yup! He’s doing a computer thing. People like ask questions and he answers them! Maybe it’d be a good way to get word out about Les Amis?

R: Jehan-!

Enjolras: Oh! Grantaire, what a good idea.

R: …

Jehan: Here, I’ll scoot, you sit.

Enjolras: Right!

Jehan: I’ll talk to you later, R.

Enjolras: Okay so how does this work?

R: …

Enjolras: Well?

R: *sigh* 

R: Questions get asked, you answer them.

Enjolras: So what first then? They don’t know who I am.

R: Then introduce yourself. The internet is watching.

Enjolras: Alright, well. Hello, all, my name is Julien Enjolras, but don’t call me Julien. Please just call me Enjolras.

R: Or Enj. Or Angel Arse. Or Apollo, or-

Enjolras: Enjolras. Anyway, I’m in my third year of university and I’m one of the founders of our group “Les Amis de l’ABC”! Our mission is to make France and the world a better, more accepting and inclusive place. We hold rallies and protests and generally try to actively make change! Our meetings are Thursday nights from seven until nine at the Café Musain. We’d love to have you join our ranks or ask any questions about our group or starting one of your own!

R: Y’know, Apollo, I did say to introduce yourself. Not your justice club.

Enjolras: What am I if not a voice for those who can’t speak for themselves?

R: …alright, whatever. Look, you guys, just ask him questions about himself since he can’t hand over the information on his own apparently.

Enjolras: Hey-!

R: You all got what you wanted. The ask box is open for Enjolras.

[ask box is open for Enjolras!]

Million Reasons

Okay so this wasn’t requested by I sort of got the idea from Million Reasons by Lady Gaga (definitely recommend listening to while reading this). It hasn’t been edited or anything so I’m hoping it’s okay, if not I’m really sorry!!!! As per usual, please please please to send me any requests or ideas! TBH I sort of have a thing for like joker being a dick and then begging to get her back? Next time I pinky promise it’ll be lighthearted and no arguing!! Just good ol’ Joker fun 

Pairing: Jared Leto Joker x Reader

Warnings: Nothing really? I guess maybe like mention of physical abuse ??? but honestly nothing really. 


This was your dirty little secret. No one knew, not your best friends, not your coworkers, and especially not your boyfriend. The Joker would not be okay with you going to church. You only went on special occasions such as a bad fight, emotional confusion, anything that made your chest heavy. It was nice to just be able to talk without having to worry about people hearing your every word.

Tonight was a an especially bad fight. Joker had always had a bad temper, never really calm, always unpredictable. Being his girl was hard, you never knew if today was going to be a good day or if today was going to be the day he finally snaps on you. Tonight was the night that he lost it. Never had he laid a hand on you that you didn’t want. Tonight was the exception. You didn’t have a clue what had happened, one moment he was fine and then the next his hand hit your face with incredible force. The sheer power behind the hit confirmed your fears of an awful black eye. That’s why you were at the church across the city where you were sure he couldn’t find you.

“I don’t know what I did wrong… I don’t know why he hit me. I just don’t know what to do. Please help a girl out?” It seemed as though you were talking to yourself but really you were talking to the man upstairs. You had no clue if he was actually real or not, you weren’t a huge believer but it still felt good to feel like someone was listening to you. “I just want everything to be okay. He’s given me a hundred million reasons to leave but he could give me one good reason and I would run back to him like a helpless little girl. I didn’t want this life. I wanted to find love and I wanted the man of my dreams to cherish me… Is that too much to ask God? Is it too much to ask to be loved? I’ve lost everyone… I’m completely alone. Lord show me the way…” At this point the mix of the painful mark on your face and the emotional pain that came with analyzing your life caused a single tear to slide down your bruised cheek. You quickly wiped it away, refusing to let this get to you.

“It’ll be okay y’know?” You jumped at the unexpected voice. You snapped your head around to see a friendly face, shoulder length brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, a supportive smile. She seemed friendly enough.

“At this point I don’t know… I’m completely lost. I don’t even know where to start. I don’t even know if anyone is listening to me up there. I just need everything to be okay. He doesn’t even love me.” She moved up to sit beside you. With a deep breath in she looked at you. You didn’t see pity in her eyes as you expected, but empathy.

“The bruise will go away and eventually so will the heart ache. I’m assuming the man you love did this to you?” she said, moving a piece of hair that had fallen over your face. You nodded and looked down at your feet, embarrassed that you had let it get to this point. “I know it’s a lot easier said than done but you shouldn’t stay with him. You need to love yourself as much as you love him. Take all the love that you’ve devoted to him and give it to yourself. Love yourself to pieces, respect yourself, admire yourself and how strong you are. It’s hard, I know, I’ve been where you are. When I was with my Andy I loved him to pieces regardless of the bruises that he gave me, regardless of how awful he made me feel. The last straw for me was when I ended up in the hospital with a bad concussion from him. A nurse told me something when I was lying in the hospital bed. She said, ‘The love you give him must become the love you give yourself. The best way to show him he hadn’t completely broken you is to show him how strong you are. Show him that you are much stronger than he could ever be. Love yourself darling, give yourself everything he couldn’t.’ I think about that a lot actually. I think about how much that one woman changed my life. I figured I’d pass the message on,” her voice softened towards the end attempting to create a calm atmosphere.

“I wish I could leave him but I can’t. He’s all I have left. I can’t leave him.”

“Y/N. Why are you in a church?” The voice you were dreading to hear came from behind you. The weight collapsed on your chest making even the simple task of breathing impossible. You simply looked down rather than answer him. “Y/N answer me.”

“I come here whenever I don’t feel good. When we’ve fought, when you’re angry at me for lord know what reason, when I just don’t know what to do, when I’m lost. I come here to talk with no consequences okay? I come here when I need to think.” The words came out in one fast breath, worried that if you tried to breathe you wouldn’t be able to say a word. He stayed silent, processing what you had said. He hadn’t realized that he had caused so much turmoil in your life. He never meant to hurt you, he just didn’t know how to care for people.

“Y/N come home.” You shook your head, face scrunching up as you really started to cry. You couldn’t handle this anymore. You were utterly terrified of the man you loved. He had never said ‘I love you’ but you always thought that deep down he did, that deep down he cared for you and he needed you. You couldn’t live in fear that he would hurt you again. You turned around, facing the front of the church and stayed silent for a moment.

“J you hit me.” Your voice was shaky and quiet but clear and loud enough for him to hear. Those words tugged at the Joker’s heart. He never meant to hurt her, especially not physically. He never meant to tarnish her flawless skin. As much as he hated to admit, in fear that it might take away from his ruthless image, he cared for her quite deeply. You studied his face as he fell silent, unable to produce enough words to form an acceptable apology. He simply just shook his head in shock and backed away from the girl of his dark, twisted dreams.

Your face fell at the lack of his apology. You hoped he would at least try to fix things so that you had that one single reason to stay with him. You were desperate to have someone by your side, desperate for someone to take care of you, to give you everything you need or want, you were desperate for someone to fill the void left by the loss of all of those you ever loved. You were desperate for him.

“J if you can’t make this better then I’m going to go. I’m too strong to let you hit me. I’m too strong to let you control me. I’m too strong to be in fear of you and the things you’re capable of. “If you can’t fix this then I’m done J…” It pained you immensely to say those words to him. He wasn’t on for emotions and you knew that but the look in his intense blue eyes showed you everything he was thinking. They showed that he regretted his decision to hit you, you could see every emotion he could ever feel.

“I can make this right. Anything you want, anything you need, I can get it for you. I’ll pamper you and spoil you and I’ll treat you like my queen. You’re the light of my life Y/N. You keep me as sane as I could ever be. You can’t leave me Y/N. You can do this to me. You’re the one I want, you’re the one I need. Baby if I was king you would be my queen. You’re good for whatever bits and pieces of my soul are left. I can’t do this without you Y/N. I’ll make this better baby,” he rambled, in need of your acceptance and approval. “Give me one more chance Y/N, I promise things will change. I would do anything for you,” he pleaded.

You gave one sharp nod and headed towards the doors of the church. He exhaled a deep breath of relief, elated that you agreed to come home. You didn’t know if you were making the right decision or not but love makes someone do crazy things. Maybe you were blinded by your love for him, maybe not, but you trusted yourself to give him this one last chance. He walked up behind you and placed his hand on the small of your back and placing a single kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re mine Y/N, you always will be and I will always be yours.” You slightly leaned into him and rested your head on his shoulder. He visibly relaxed as he felt you against him and pulled you in closer. In this moment you knew you were his and he was all yours. Entirely devoted to you til death.

One Night Stand

Loki x Reader

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1495

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, kissing, alcohol, parties

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write! I hope to write more Loki imagines in the future because I have the biggest crush on him! Hope you enjoyed and have a happy New Year! Love youuuu!

“Good morning, love.” A deep voice whispered in your ear, waking you almost immediately.

You looked around slowly at the room you had woke up in, it definitely wasn’t yours. Besides that, you had no idea who laid beside you. It wasn’t that you were scared to turn around, okay maybe a little bit, but it was mostly because his arms were holding your back tightly against his chest.

Sensing your slight panic the man chuckled. Wait…you knew that laugh. That laugh belonged to Loki, but it didn’t make sense. I mean sure, you always had a slight crush on him, but that didn’t mean you would hook up with him at Tony’s New Year’s Eve party!

“You’re alright, love. There is no need for you to be panicked or scared.” Loki’s warm breath up against your neck sent shivers down your spine.

“I’m not.” Your voice slightly faltered, not use to being this close to him.

“You’re whole body tensed when you woke up, I know you’re panicked. Does it calm your nerves to know that you’re not with a complete stranger in a place you’ve never been?” Loki asked, trying to make you feel comfortable with him.

“I guess that’s slightly calming.” You said, without noticing your body became more relaxed in Loki’s arms.

“Would you like to have some breakfast?” Loki asked, wishing that he hadn’t asked that. All he wanted to do was just lay here with you in his arms. Maybe he shouldn’t have woken you.

“That would be awesome. Would you mind filling me in on what happened last night? I have no idea how I got here.” You blushed as you imagination began to play out multiple different scenarios on how you somehow ended up in Loki’s bed with all your clothes scattered across the room.

“You really don’t remember?” You could feel Loki stiffen up against you.

“No I don’t…” You trailed off feeling slightly bad for forgetting.

“Well, I’ll fill you in while I make some pancakes.” Loki said, his arms unwrapping from you waist.

You would never admit it, but when he got up from the bed you missed his warmth and his tight grip on you. Sitting up in the bed, you watched Loki pull a baggy sweatshirt over his bare chest. This was a sight you never wanted to forget. Rummaging through the closet, Loki turned and chucked something to where you were sitting.

“You can wear that. I don’t think you want to change back into the clothes you wore last night.” Loki nodded towards the outfit you had worn to the New Year’s Eve party that was now on the ground. The party had been formal, so you couldn’t have been more grateful for the cozy sweatshirt and sweats he had tossed you.

“Thank you.” You said smiling at how soft the fabric of the sweatshirt was.

“Of course. I’m going to get started on those pancakes, meet me when you’re done. And just yell for me if you get lost.” Loki walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Quickly pulling on the clothes he had given you, you tried your hardest to remember anything from the night before. All you could remember was arriving to the party and joking around with the Avengers. After that, you drew a complete blank. You hadn’t even had that much to drink last night! Shaking off your jumbled thoughts, you opened the door and headed down a hallway you had never seen.

Loki had been living in Avenger’s Tower for a couple of months now. Thor wanted to keep a close eye on him and the constant mischief he was causing. The Avengers didn’t like this very much and decided to make him his own kitchen and living room. This way they didn’t have to seem him too often and everyone stayed happy.

Following the sound of music and a light humming, you found the kitchen easily. Loki stood in front of the stove humming and lightly singing along to the music as he flipped the pancakes. You leaned against the wall, smiling as you watched him sway to the music.

“Are you going to come and sit down or continue to admire me from the doorway?” Loki asked, smirking as he put a couple of pancakes on a plate.

“How did you know?” You asked, a blush rushing to your cheeks.

“I could hear you walking down the hallway and could feel your eyes on me when you came in.” Loki put the pancakes on the table, the smirk still present on his face. “Am I as attractive cooking as I was when you watched me get dressed this morning?”

“Oh my god…” You groaned, the embarrassment creating a pit in your stomach.

“Don’t feel bad love, most women can’t resist looking at me either. I’m just glad that you enjoyed it.” Loki handed you the syrup for the pancakes and watched you in amusement.

“Can you just tell me what happened last night?” You asked, trying to hide how flustered you were.

“You sure you’re ready for it? It’s quite a story.” Loki warned.

“Just tell me.” You said, taking a huge bite of the pancakes.

“The Avengers had decided to play a drinking game. Someone would choose a question and we’d all drink a shot before answering. It was incredibly fun, at least for those of us that can handle more than three shots without being completely hammered.” Loki paused, giving you a pointed look.

“That reminds me, how do I not have a crazy hangover right now?” You asked, realizing that usually when you are really drunk you have a terrible hangover the next day.

“I have magic, remember?” Loki grinned, winking at you. “Anyway to the story…”

The question game had been going on for four rounds and you were already completely drunk. It was a hilarious sight for everyone to see, yet a terrifying one at the same time.

“Who in this room, would you want to fuck?” Sam giggled, he was also not handling the alcohol very well.

“I’d fuck Loki, anytime, any day.” You grinned looking towards where Loki sat in shock.

“Loki? (Y/N), you do understand that I’m sitting here, right?” Tony laughed, nudging you with his elbow.

“No, I’ve had a crush on Loki since the first day he walked into this tower. I mean, look at him! Tall, handsome, kinda mysterious and dark. But he’s also kind and caring. He’s just really perfect!” You exclaimed, never taking your eyes off of a smirking Loki.

“You have had too much to drink kid.” Steve laughed patting your head.

“Would you want to fuck me Loki?” You asked, giving him a coy smile.

“Like you said, anytime, any day.” Loki said, trying to not show that he was slightly freaking out inside.

“Then do it.” You smirked, leaning back in your chair.

“What?” Clint asked, choking on his beer.

“Come on Loki, it’s past midnight and most people have gone home to have sex. You said anytime, any day. Let’s go!” You stood up, grabbing your coat and beginning to walk out of the room.

“I’m never one to argue to a good thing.” Loki chuckled, following you out of the room.

“She’s going to regret that in the morning.” Tony laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, banging your head on the table.

“Who knew you were so flirty and blunt when you’re drunk?” Loki said, the cockiness obvious in his voice.

“Can you forget everything I said last night?” You asked, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t believe I can. It’s amazing that the person I’ve liked since I saw them, likes me back! They even admitted in front of the Avengers. I never want to forget that.” Loki’s smirk faded into a smile.

“You like me? Is this a joke to you?” You asked bringing your head off the table.

“I don’t think I could lie to you, love.” Loki cupped your face in his hands. “I never would lie to you, you’re too precious to me.”

“Will you kiss me?” You asked, looking down at his lips that kept inching towards yours.

“I can do more than that, love.” Loki smirked, kissing you roughly and deeply. Unfortunately, this didn’t last long.

“OH GOD!” Tony screamed as the elevator opened.

“Hi Tony.” You smiled, pulling away from Loki’s kiss to smile at him.

“I came to rescue you, but I see that isn’t needed…” Tony said, the elevators beginning to close again. “OH AND USE PROTECTION PLEASE!”

“Where were we?” Loki smirked, turning back to where you still sat.

You giggled, pulling him closer for another kiss. It was a new year and you were already having one of your dreams become a reality. You couldn’t wait to see what else would come your way in this new year with Loki.

Shit Drunk Remus Says (And How Sirius Handles It).
  • “Noooooo~” 

(After he gives James a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek and he asks him if he’s drunk. Sirius doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry because he’s in for a long night.)

  • “Okay…but is it chocolate?”

(His response to the elves that are preparing breakfast and Sirius thinks that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring Remus on a snack run.)


(He exclaims this rather loudly on the way back to the common room and Sirius slaps a hand over his mouth. “Remus, no!” Definitely not a good idea to have brought Remus.)


(After playing a game of Exploding Snaps with James and winning by a small margin. James is a sore loser and get super sassy. “No! Prongs wins! Prongs is clearly the winner!” … “Oh, okay!!” Remus is a proud winner and Sirius doesn’t have a choice but to catch him when he falls into him with a stupid little smirk. He brushes the hair from his face and laughs. “Yes, Moony, you won.”)

  • “I like your face. It’s a nice face. Your brother has a nice face too. Does your father have a nice face? He probably does. You have to get your looks from somewhere because it sure as hell isn’t your mother.”

(Sirius wants to initially be offended but the longer Remus rambles the more he buckles and starts giggling. “I like your face too, Moons.”)

  • “Lily, please. Your hair is fantastic, and Sirius is the only person in the world that might have better hair. I stroke it all the time and it’s actually really fun to grab onto when-”

(”NOPE! YOU’RE DONE!” Sirius apologizes on Remus’s behalf and drags him off.)

  • “Where are my feet?!”

(Remus says this after Sirius finally gets him to bed after a long night. “Under the blanket, Moony.”)

  • “Hey, Pads? Let’s get married one day.”

(He says this so smoothly and seriously that Sirius isn’t sure if he’s aware of what he’s saying, so he just climbs into bed with him and kisses the tip of his nose. “Alright, but ask me again in the morning, just to make sure.” Remus nods and falls asleep, but Sirius spends the night wide awake tracing circles into his back and kissing the top of his head praying that when he wakes up he’ll ask him again so he can say “Yes, Remus, let’s get married one day.”)

Yeah this is not gonna go well in the slightest.

Maybe Peridot can help Amethyst somewhat.

Okay I know you’re angry but I doubt that’s gonna count as good training for you Ame.

Peridot I see how you’re grabbing onto that arm.

Contain your thirst please.



Yeah Steven maybe asking Peridot to do the pep talk wasn’t the best idea.

Mystery Man - Leonard Snart

- Y/n = Your Name

- Y/L/N = Your Last Name

Prompt- I love your imagines!! Could you do one where the reader is on a date that goes sour and is left standing under mistletoe by herself? Leonard somehow shows up and ends up stealing a kiss and the reader goes back every other weekend to try to find the mystery man?” -anon


Word count - 1,098


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I just really wanted to draw them all in these poses
But I had a maybe idea that when they went back to home world they change back to their first form to fit in. Barry’s not there cause diamonds seeing another assumed to be dead diamond would be Not Good

Okay so honestly??? This is perfect!!! I fucking love it. Beautiful.
Literati 💙

Okay so can I just rant about Jess and Rory from Gilmore Girls for a second. *CONTAINS SPOILERS* I instantly fell for Jess. I mean when I first saw him he was smart and i’ll admit maybe a little immature, and leaving Rory like that wasn’t the best idea but he was young and confused. He thought he was a failure and not good enough for her. Continually through other seasons we see him try and prove to Rory he’s changed. All he needed was to get away and he honestly became a better man for her. He asks her to go with him to NY and that he will support her. She denies. Then he comes back as a FRICKIN AUTHOR. I was so proud of him at that point. He really did turn out alright. He’s still trying to prove himself to her. Show her he’s ready for a serious relationship, that he’s grown up. It really irritated me when she led him on and let him kiss her. I mean c'mon. Give the dude a break Rory. U can’t keep messing with him like that! Jess begins to realise that Rory isn’t treating him right and that he’s wasting his time and we don’t see him again till the revival. In which he comes back and INSPIRES her, helps her when she’s feeling low. Heck he was always there for her. Let’s face it he spent years pining over Rory and they are so suited. He deserves her now. He’s proved that. Rory just can’t see it. I mean where’s Logan when she needs him ? Engaged and in London (he’s also so bad for her.). Dean also is not right for her. I mean it’s always been Jess and it has to end with Jess right ? Idc what the revival says. I say after all Jess has been thru he deserves love.

Originally posted by eleveun

Zoning Out

(Hermione x Reader)

Request:  Hii! I was wondering if you could maybe do a Hermione X reader where the reader is really confused and she gets detention with Snape for zoning out and they like talk about it cause the reader is visibly upset and he’s still a bit of an asshole about it but he’s cute and comforts her that’s it okay to like girls and then she takes his advice and kisses Hermione or something?? So sorry for the long request, I just love Snape and being gay, there aren’t all that many Hermione fics :)) thank you <3

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk

Zoning out in class was never a good idea but it was an exceptional bad one to do it in Snape’s class. You just couldn’t help but stare at Hermione the whole time, your thoughts anywhere but potions. Of course Snape had noticed, he always did. As a consequence you found yourself in detention, Snape glaring angrily at you for not paying attention, before he set down on his desk and left you to your work.  

You tried to concentrate but it just wouldn’t work. You had never liked anyone before and suddenly you found yourself head over heels for Hermione, which confused you to say the least.  

“You’re spacing out again Miss Y/L/N, surely there’s nothing more important than your detention right now.”  

“Yes Sir.”  

“What’s on your mind?” Snape puts down his quill, raising his eyebrow as he looks at you. He wasn’t particularly interested in the problems of his students but he didn’t like unconcentrated students either. Not that it was likely anyone would spill his feelings in front of him but asking couldn’t hurt.  

“Hermione.” You say honestly, a bit embarrassed. Snape always knew when someone was lying and you didn’t think you were good enough to even try so you stuck to the truth.  

“Hermione?” He looks confused before he continues, “Why?”  

“I…like her.” He couldn’t help the small smirk that spread across his face, making you blush in embarrassment.  

“Is that so?” He says in a smug voice, drumming his fingers on the table as he stares at you.  

“I’ll just go back to my writing.” You mumble while looking back down to your paper.  

“Why are you so embarrassed about it?” Snape asks after a few moments.

“Wha…?” You start confused and look up again, “She’s a girl like me and…”


“So I don’t know what to do…” From all the teachers to talk to about this you had gotten Snape. Like this whole thing wasn’t complicated enough, now you had to put up with his intense stare on you.  

“Detention is over.” Suddenly standing up from his chair, he closes his books and heads for the door, “You have someone to talk to young Lady.”

Your mouth almost drops open as you watch him leave. Was he actually…being nice for once? Either way you decided to take his advice and just talk to her.  

“H-hey uhm…” You stutter after finally finding Hermione alone in the library.  

“Is something wrong?” Her expression changes, worry written all over it as she sees your bright red face and the nervous look.  

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” She tilts her head, looking at you, “Do you need something from me?”  

“Yes…” You draw out the word slowly before your brain turns itself off and you lean in, pressing your lips against hers. Both of you don’t move for a second, not sure what’s happening. After a moment you feel her hands on your shirt, tugging you closer and you begin to kiss her again. You part your lips as she kisses back and smile into the kiss, pulling her closer towards you.


Alright so I have no idea how snow works or looks, I’m from Southeast Asia, have mercy. But here you go, Max Lightwood meeting Magnus enjoy!

Also i wanted to thank everyone for liking my last drabble omg i’m lowkey still cryin over the amount of notes. i mean it’s prolly not much to other people but it’s alot to me okay enough i’m rambling.

He has been sitting on the steps of the institute for hours. Waiting for the older Lightwoods return. The cold was starting to seep through his coat but he wouldn’t budge from his spot. Not when Maryse scolded him, not when Robert coaxed him. He missed his siblings, especially now with Jace gone, they’ve been on more missions than ever. Every time they came back, they were too exhausted to pay any attention to him, so he waited. He knew they’d be back early today since there weren’t any new leads.

He was just about to fall asleep when he heard the swish of robes nearby. Magnus Bane. Max never really got to talk to him. All he knew about the man was that he was a High Warlock, Maryse hated him and Alec liked to hold his hands. 

“You know little Lightwood, that coat seems cozy but you can’t possibly deny the chill in the air." 

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Okay, but like, imagine.

It didn’t start with a bang.

Oh no, it started with an idea.

A concept.

It started when some little dreamer saw a shooting star and thought, “what if it’s something more?”

Us humans, we’ve never been good at leaving things alone and when we learned that maybe those things we saw shooting across the night sky weren’t dying stars, but a means of transportation?

Well, that was no different.

When news got out that there might be life on other planets, that maybe we weren’t as alone in the universe as we thought, we decided communication had to be the next step. What else could we do?

Other living creatures on planets we hadn’t had
the ability to visit?

The temptation was too great.

Of course there was fear, there always was, but that had never stopped us before.

So we went for it.

And when the stars rained down and destroyed our homes, we had the audacity to act surprised.

And that little dreamer, who thought it could be something more but knew that pursual would lead to something much more than we could handle, they watched and mourned and hurt as their dreams got a little bit smaller, a little less hopeful until one day, they weren’t the dreamer anymore, but rather the broken.

Death and destruction would do that to a person.

But one day, the broken met someone, someone who could still call themselves a dreamer.
Someone whose dreams only got bigger and more hopeful, whose optimism grew even as the light diminished and the world crumbled around them.

And this dreamer, they took that broken shell of a person, and they filled them with hope and optimism, and together they asked;

“What if we could save the world?”

They didn’t start with bang.

They started with an idea.

A concept.

They started when two little dreamers thriving among a sea of destruction and desperation saw the shattered world and thought, “what if we could save it?”

Us humans, we’ve never been known to go out easily.

We fight, and we conquer.

This time was no different.

We may stumble, we may fall, but we do not give in.

It only took one little dreamer to spark an idea, but it took two to start a revolution.