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Only rebloging this to reread later it's so good. 😋

Morning Classes

Severus Snape x Reader

Summary: You spent the night in your boyfriend’s bedroom, at the school he works at. The issue with sleeping in a dungeon, is that you can’t tell when it’s sunrise. You slept in, and decided to make it known to everyone that Severus Snape CAN get some bitches

Warnings: None really, besides implied sexual content. But none actually. Also teenagers being teenagers, and poor Snape ready to have a heart attack

“Sevvy?” You yawned, as you would lift up your head. There you were, in satin sheets. Perfect for the muggy weather that the dungeons collected. Breathe able, light, and soft. Made you want to never leave the ink and emerald covers, but you wanted to get some breakfast with your boyfriend.

Another yawn left you, as you climbed out of the covers. Quick to steal one of his dress shirts, and cover yourself up in. You loved how it was a dress on you. Made you feel so safe, and warm. Emotionally, anyway. Despite the muggy weather of a dungeon, it can change and become so chill. Just a matter of when Peeves wants to snuff out the fire places.

“Sevvy? I want us to get some breakfast.” You called, as you stretched your body. The cold stones sending shivers through your feet, and up your spine. “And cuddles. I want more cuddles.” You cooed, as you would force open the heavy door. The one to lead to his classroom. Took some effort, but you broke through.

“Sevvy, sweetie? Let’s get some br…” Your heart dropped, as you froze. Seems you slept in, because class was in session. The familiar smog of the potions brewing filled the air, but never enough to hide the faces of his students. Along with himself.

The way every student was jaw dropped, at the realization that someone was in Snapes bedroom. Not only in his bedroom, but clearly having spent the night there. They just couldn’t process it, and neither could Snape. That ever cold scowl vanished, to be replaced with the most brilliant of pink cheeks. Seems Hogwarts was just a breeding ground of making sure he got embarrassed.

“Oh….I….Apologies….It can be kinda hard to tell the time, when you are underground.” You gulped, as you rubbed the back of your neck. You tried to step out of the room, but your back came into contact with the door. No way did you want to turn around, and risk exposing your naked butt to a bunch of kids. That’s not only gross, but also very embarrassing.

“Damn, kinda hot-“ A student said, causing Snape’s head to spin so sharply. You are surprised that no bones were broken in the process. As if he had time to figure out who said that. He had a partner to worry about. He cursed himself for letting you sleep in.

“Not. A. WORD.” He warned his students, as he quickly ran to your side. Swiftly he would take off his ever present cloak, and wrapped it around you. Let you be covered, as the students still stared. Never did they think Snape could be human. Find love, have a romance, be intimate with someone. It was just kinda assumed he was an entity all on his own.

“I am so sorry-“ You quickly whispered, with shame in your eyes. Way to go. You had to humiliate him. A man that’s been burdened with such all his life. You just had to give him more trauma. Way to go. That’s reading on your face like a book, and he won’t have any of that. He will break the cycle.

“I should have left a note-“ He tried to whisper back, but failed. The classroom was so silent, from shock, so much as his own heart beat could be heard. Was Snape taking responsibility for his own actions, and not wanting someone to feel bad? Who is this imposter? That was getting the class rowdy now.

“Students-“ He warned, but the teenagers in them were over ruled. They had so many questions. Who is this person? How did you two meet? Did you go to Hogwarts with him? Are you from another school? Pure blood? Muggle born? Did you top?!

“I uh. Just better go get some pants on-“ You swallowed, as he nodded. He was quick to open the door for you, and you ran in. It would then slam behind you, but it couldn’t muffle the gossiping of the class.

“Children-!” He warned, but their curiosity overruled their fear. They had to know. Who the hell were you?! Why would you settle for him?! So many questions, so little class time to figure it all out. They needed to know!

You made sure to hurry up, and slipped on some random bottoms. Along with a cozy top. Just clothes to actually wear, as to go out there and save your boyfriend. It must be an emotional nightmare to deal with. A bunch of students ganging up on him, much like his childhood. You will save the day.

“Hey everyone-! Sorry about that-! So uh. Hi! Yes, I’m his romantic partner. No, we didn’t meet at Hogwarts. I’m a-“ You began to rattle off, as to try and settle everyone down. Along with give Severus a moment to breathe. Breathe, and process what is happening. So much for staying under the radar.

“Why him?” Someone asked. Damn, even you could feel Snape’s death glare towards the student. Stings, but you snuck your hand to tangle with his. Comforting him, with brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Oh where do I start? Handsome, smart, charismatic, playful-“ That got a brow raise at the remark. The moment you kissed his cheek? Everyone was gagging, and making mock throwing up noises. You swore you saw a smile tug at his lips, at such foolery. Had you giggle, as you nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

“Thank Merlin, the bell-!” A student shouted, as the clock tower rang. Everyone was quick to bolt, leaving behind cauldrons full of left over potions. That had him rubbing his temples, but you already grabbed your wand. Working on the first one for him.

“The talk of the school….again….” He grumbled, as he would work on another one. He never liked being in the spotlight. If he could hide in the shadows, he would. Impossible now. Given the ‘scary potion master’ now had a romantic partner. Someone could love him? Such horror.

“Oh hush. Bet they are just jealous that I’m the lucky one.” You soothed, as you would give his cheek another kiss. Make that, multiple kisses. Just peppering him, and not willing to lighten up. Not until he smiled.

Took a minute, but he did. Just for you. He smiled, and soon returned a peck to your own. Far softer, and quieter. Just how he was. Like a gust of wind, in the moonlight. One of the endless reasons you adored him.

“So…..no breakfast-?” You puzzled, before he handed you over an apple. He had made sure to grab you something, after he had his own. He kept you in his thoughts. Had you just beaming, as you happily took it. Taking a large bite, as you now sat on his desk. Eye candy, as he worked.

Maybe today won’t be so bad after all. He’s in good company.

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

im the happiest when i sh. sometimes i dont even cry, i just smile. it hurts so good.

$h culture is accidentally staying clean because you're too tired to cvt

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I feel so guilty for cutting sometimes since people have it worse

like people are dying from war and I’m here in my bedroom slitting my arm becuz of a minor inconvenience 😭😭

SH culture is your scars fcking itch like hell

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i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

i want to relapse i want to relapse

but i feel like i dont have enough reason to lose my sober streak

sometimes im not even sad when i cvt like i’ll literally just be watching a vireo while slicing and dicing

pre shower makeup? nah man, pre shower cvts.

Fr fr if you don't invite me in I'm gonna feel like I'm bothering you.

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

For real.

I'm tired I'm so fucking tired of waking up every morning having to do the same damn thing, I'm tired of having to get dressed to look pretty so I don't get made fun of at school or in public, I'm tired of not being enough, I'm tired of living on this damned rock we call earth. I'm tired of fucking breathing, I'm so done. I want to cry but when I need to no tears come out, I want to cvt my$e|f but I cannot since I've been caught I miss that euphoric feel of blood dripping down my skin, every movement I made with my wrist hurt and burned so I knew it was there, I miss the burning sensation of when I cut into my skin, I miss when I didn't get caught with my scars, id be free, cvtTïng just made this fucking planet more tolerable I'm so tired I want to sleep and dream forever, I want to cry, hard. I want to scream to the point my throat is horse and my lungs hurt as I'm barely managing to gasp for air, I want to break everything I want to hurt myself again, I want to be covered in scars of my own making I NEED them to just cover my wrists, thighs and arms but I CANT. I don't want help I want to harm myself. I'm tired of having to be forced to wake up just to get ready for society's judgement. I'm tired of this cursed planet I'm tired of these evil people. I just want to go home, idk where home is but it surely isn't here. My heart hurts to be here, I'm tired man, tired of this bullshit we call life..

y’all ever just

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SO FUXKING SICK AND TIRED OF LIVING LIKE THIS I CANT FUCKING TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Frfr, I love that feeling, it's like getting high, your heart races, hands shaking, you sometimes get weak and dizzy once you're finished, the feeling is euphoric, I really love it ❤️

The euphoric feeling i get when the blood is dripping from my cvts can't compare to anything else in this world

Sameee

I wish sh was normal so I could do it and nobody would question or care if they saw it

Fr

I hate how I never have enough scars.

Real af

(Repost)

For real 😭

— October 25, 1914 / Franz Kafka diaries

why are there so many jjk writers/artists that try n say "hes dead" "they died" "kenjaku this" "sad gojo that" 'insert sad satosugu'. like yall know they are both alive right? literally nothin bad happened in jjk, gojo and geto are happy parents of 3, nanami and i have 19 kids, megumi is living his best life, sukuna is just yuuji's brother, etc etc.

yall js trying to make this show depressing its weird (im going insane pls help)

person who posted this originally made it unrebloggable so fuck you it’s mine now

Monday, yeah.

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