Everyone Always Talks About Imagining Scenes And Not Being Able To Write Them, But Have You Ever Had

"One day I am gonna grow wings."

Harry - I will get out of this place if it's the last thing I do, I will get better even If I have to claw off my own flesh.

Snape - I'm going to die, maybe then my soul can escape.

Trans Peter Parker headcanons because I said so??

When they find out, everyone else is confused, Thor and Loki are completely normal. Thor simply asks if he called Peter something else today, but Peter says no, and he's just like 'alr, cool.' Loki is trying to give him tips on shape shifting, thinking that maybe he just ran into a hit of a mistake, and when he learns that it wasn't shape shifting, he gags and dramatically fawns over him 'Oh you poor thing!' And then does an illusion or something.

There's definitely a confused yet supportive Steve and Bucky, just shouting 'IT'S HE NOT SHE! HE'S TRANSLUCENT' To everyone who misgenders him.

When everyone finds out, Tony is laughing in the corner because he was the only one who knew, and now he gets to watch this drama unfold. Natasha is so dumbfounded as to how she didn't find out, and Clint gives him a dad speech.

Sam completely ignores it, but asks him casually if he's supposed to call him something else, and then also corrects everyone who gets his pronouns wrong.

Bruce to immediately starts working on a testosterone that wouldn't burn through his metabolism, since it's artificial.

The first time someone calls him a slur around the team, Peter is used to it, but the Avengers aren't, so Steve and Bucky are shouting, Sam having to hold them both back, while also correcting them. Natasha and Loki are in the corner planning murder, Tony is angrily shouting at him, already calling his lawyers and threatening to sue or something, Thor is spinning his Hammer, Bruce is turning green and doing yoga in the corner, Clint is pulling a dad and angrily shouting at him while tapping his foot disapprovingly while Peter is just like 'Wtf'

If I make a joke about my home life, your reaction should not be "Oh my gosh, so sorry! Reach out, get better!" Your reaction should be "Oh my gosh, could never be me. Lol, skill issue, tbh."

Maybe the meaning of life is simple, something in front of us and basic. Like reproduction. We're here to grow our species and that's it, but then again, there are people who can't reproduce, does that make them meaningless? If so, why would they be here.

Maybe it's something more naive, like leaving the world better than you found it, but what if someone makes a massive mistake. If they regret it, does it even matter anymore? Are they officially meaningless?

Maybe it's to just live for ourselves, but then why do we have empathy? Why do we feel sad for others if it benefits us?

Okay, so maybe it's to help others and ourselves? But then there are people who cannot feel emotions, people who don't need help, people who cannot help themselves or others, are they meaningless?

Maybe it's more religious, to spread the word of God. To be honest, that makes the most sense to me. We're so uniquely designed, everything is ordered in such a way that it's hard to believe there is nothing in charge of us, maybe there is a God and maybe there isn't, but I'm leaning towards Yes. But then, isn't that what the Bible does? The Q'uaran?

Or perhaps there's no meaning. We're here and now, and nothing matters. That's terrifying, but freeing. At the end of all of this, our souls, which are trapped in our flesh, claw their way out of us, leaving this puppet to be reclaimed by nature, something that will absorb us completely, like a mother to a child. Our souls, minds, our energy and atoms will always be here, even though it doesn't matter. Maybe that's it. We learn, we love, we live, or maybe we don't. We do whatever and eyeball everything because it's everyone's first time living and we don't get second chances.

So go out there. So you chose a bad job, find a new one. Go back to school, explore, travel, play games, get drunk, do whatever, be whatever, because at the end of your life, as your soul rips from your body and bones like a prisoner from a cell, it won't worry about anything here, embarrassed, ashamed, mistakes, it'll look back and wonder why you never changed your job? Had a family if you wanted one? It wants experience, not safety and comfort.

Snirius fic thingy

1506 words.

Story summary: Teasing Severus goes way too far. They tell jokes about his father, his looks, his house, his style, literally everything. Usually, he could handle it, but now he can't. He runs off from their laughter and collapses into the floor, clutching his chest and sobbing. His sobs turn into a panic attack, and Sirius finds him. Originally, he pokes fun at him, but soon he realizes just how badly it affected him, and he helps him through it.

Ships: Snirius (snack)

Additional information: Set in the marauders era, somewhere after 4th year

Percents??: hurt 60% comfort 30% romance 10% maturity PG-13, it's nothing too bad.

Cw: Swearing, insults, teasing, minor violence, panic attacks.

Tw: Bullying

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He couldn't escape their words, their cruel actions. Remus laughed as James picked him apart, piece by piece. He laughed at his hair, the texture and color of it. He scoffed at his body in general, bony and lanky, his features jagged and rough, abrupt and pale. His eyes, dark as coal. He teased him about his father, drunken and stinky whenever he showed up near his family, which made him want to cry even harder. He ranted about his voice, how it was deep but still nasily. He judged him for taking an interest in the dark arts, for liking potions, and for not even showing up to quidditch matches. Sirius laughed and joked about him in general, performing mocking acts in front of his friends. Eventually, when Peter mentioned his interests again, he couldn't handle it. They laughed as he rang off.

He didn't know where he was running, but he trusted his legs to get him somewhere safe. Tears blurred his vision, their teasing voices filling his head. Eventually, his breathing speeds up. The quick breaths got to him, causing him to lean against a wall. His black robes caught on the designs engrained in the oak walls slightly, but the friction quickly dissipated as he slid down the wall. His knees were brought up to his chest, arms hugged around them. His books and bag were scattered beside him, papers flown about carelessly. Suddenly, he heard a voice, raspy and dramatic, a teasing tone to it.

"Jeez, drama queen." The words, however a considerably less harsh intent and tone as the previous ones, still hurt.

"Really living up to the name Snivellous, eh?" He outstretched his hand, shooing him away.

"Go.. Go 'way," he rasped out, trying to conjure up a barky tone, but he couldn't manage to.

"Oh- oh, so you're like- like actually freaking out?" His voice dropped the mocking tone, the harsh intent, just minor shock and concern. Severus' hand gripped his chest, still trying to create a snapping time through his unease and gasps.

"I-.. I said- said go away!" There was a bit of an involuntary pleading tone to his words, one that tugged at the empathy in the others heart.

"No. I'm not leaving you to pick up my mess right now, just deal with it." He kneeled down, trying to get the distressed man to look at him or something. He grabbed the man's hands, which were pulling at his hair.

"I said-.. said go away!" His voice contained a bit of a snarl, but it wasn't strong. His head was bobbing slightly and black dots clouded his vision. His hand was placed on the calm ones chest.

"Just follow my breathing." Severus' fingers curled around the fabric, maybe a feat of desperation, trying to keep the touch close, or perhaps an act of dominance, trying to prove to himself that he was still totally in control, but he wasn't. He was completely at the mercy of his own panic, and that thought terrified him more than any teasing, pranks, or bullies could.

However, it was probably the fact that he hasn't had a proper hug since he was eight, and having been so long, he yearned for any physical touch he could get, even if it came in hits or shoves, which could also be why he was quite literally clinging onto him,. although he would never admit his to his thirst for human contact.

"Seriously, you're going to pass out. Just breathe." He managed to suck in a ragged, short breath, but it wasn't as speedy or shallow as the others that came before it. He bit back a sob, but some of it escaped, coming out in the form of a pathetic cry.

"Seriously, go- go away."

"No, not happening. Like I said, deal with it." His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, presenting his anger in whatever exhausted format his body could. Although, he couldn't lie, the hand lightly gripping his wrist, his hand pressed against his chest, warmth piercing through the layered robes and dress shirt, was quite relaxing.

"Just look around and tell me something green." He looked around, his obsidian eyes tracing the corridor, searching for anything with a hint of emerald.

"My.. tie." Sirius nodded.

"Something red." His eyes shifted down.

"Your tie." He couldn't lie, his breathing had gotten a bit better. Sirius placed a hand on the other boy's shoulder, which made him practically melt. His shoulders instantly dropped from their perched position. He let out an uncontrollable hum of contentment.

"Something brown, Sniv." The nickname snapped him out of his dazed and possibly content state, rewinding all progress done. He snapped his shoulder away, tugging his hand out of the other's grip.

"Go- go away!" He slammed his hands over his ears, similar to a child having a tantrum, but he couldn't care. He just needed him to leave him alone, the harsh truth shining through the curtain. When the hand reached out again, he jerked back.

"Go away!" His panic mixed with fear, and it wasn't a good concoction. Angry, rage-filled huffs mixed with panicked breathing, hot tears of anger and panicked sobs escaping him. He shook, whether that was the cold air of the late fall rushing in through the open windows, or the anger surging through him, sending rushes of adrenaline to spike through his veins, or the panic and sadness of the hurtful words. Sirius reached out again, grabbing his wrist.

"I said- said leave me-.. me alone!" His breathing was evidently getting worse, proven by the pauses and steamers in his sentences. However much it hurt to turn away comfort, he knew it would only hurt more once the kindness was proven fake.

"No, I'm not going! You're going to deal with this!"

"I know- know you're just doing this to-.. to talk about me with your-.. your stupid friends! You're just going to- to laugh! Leave me-.. me alone!"

Sirius was done verbally fighting with the man, arguing about a point that wouldn't change from either side. He grabbed the other's wrist and pulled him into a hug, which caused the other to freeze, stunned by the sudden act of kindness.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you that, especially when you're like this, that was... excessive. Just let me help you." He couldn't fight with himself anymore, giving into the touch. His body relaxed. As if on cue, he heard the thumps of footsteps, a duo, laughing. He recognized those voices far too well. He instinctively peered over his shoulder, anxiously trying to find them, where they were so he could know which way to run, but of course, they had chosen hallway left and backwards from him. He tensed up as he heard them laugh, shouting his nickname from afar.

"Hey, Padfoot, hugging Snivellous? That's gotta be a new low," James bellowed.

"Aw, we go too far?" Peter called out in a baby voice, obviously mocking Severus. Sirius however, was not laughing. He had just helped him calm down to a reasonable degree, and now he was getting wound up again.

"Fuck off," he barked. James laughed a bit.

"What did you say?"

"I said fuck off, James. Just leave him alone for one damn minute! He's having a hard time." With a scowl present on his face, he tightened his grip on Severus and glared at James, who scoffed and toddled off, probably to go tell Remus and laugh about Severus, but that didn't matter.

"Just keep breathing, you're doing great." He kept it steady before it got ragged again.

"No, don't start up again, everything's alright." While his tone was harsh, the arms wrapped around him weren't. Severus was promptly exhausted, a headache already making its way into his head.

"Are you okay, now?" Severus nodded, quickly pulling away from the embrace and backing away.

"I'm-.. I'm sorry for how I acted earlier." Severus nodded.

"I'll- I'll tell the guys to lay off. See you around, I guess, Severus." And with that, the curly haired man left, but not without a glance over the shoulder to see Severus picking up his books, wiping his face dry off all the tears he cried.

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Idk how to end fics, so deal with this ig, chat.

Severitus trope, plot, thingy, prompt.

Severitus but instead of Harry being scared of making the wrong move, he wants to make the wrong move. He can't stand the lack of chaos and shouting, he needs to feel unsafe because that is how he feels safe. So he keeps pushing his buttons, and he's getting punished ofc, but he's not being hit. There's no slapping, spanking, kicking, nothing.

One day, he pushes too many buttons for him to believe that he's not going to be hit, but to his surprise, he's not hit, so he loses it. He's screaming, shouting, maybe even crying a bit, asking when will he be hit because he can't handle not knowing.

Severus, calm as ever, maybe even looking down at a book or something, tells him he will never hit him because it's cruel, stupid, or wtv reason.

Cue Harry sobbing because he's never been told something like that, and Severus reassuring him.

Peter Parker totally has hyper mobility after the spider bite since spiders don't really have like, bones? So he'll just randomly fall to the floor.

Peter: *faceplants* I'm okay!

Tony: TF was that??

Peter: Slippery bones, help me up.

Fun fact, AI struggles with writing or creating pathetic, sad, men, or just any man that isn't macho and super masculine, ESPECIALLY pathetic or sad men in straight relationships, so go forth, write your stories with a sad man and some Mafia boss women.

Snape: You're an insufferable child.

Harry: but you love me!

Snape: You're still insufferable.

Severitus promptish stuffs

Severitus where Harry is deeply hurt/affected by Severus' strict/old-fashioned/etc parenting styles.

Severus is always portrayed as strict, sometimes bordering on straight up abusive, but then because he's better than the Dursleys, readers and authors alike tend to agree that it's okay. (IF THAT'S WHAT YOU LIKE, THAT'S FINE SO LONG AS THERE'S A DISCLAIMER.)

But arguably, most often, his tactics are rather harsh. Maybe he's firm on the whole open door policies, or washing mouths out with soap, I've seen a lot with spanking as well, but there's never any after effect, so make there be one.

Oh, he washed his mouth out with soap? Now he's scared to talk.

Spanked? He doesn't see the difference, frankly I don't either, though, so I don't have much to offer here.

No door policy? He feels watched.

Whatever you decide, there should be a point of realization that this is harmful. However that decided though differs.

Make Harry write an essay about Scary Things, and instead of writing about something normal, he writes about how he's terrified of messing up.

Maybe Severus discovers a diary.

Or, and something that I find worked with their personalities, is a massive fight. Harry messed up, and now Severus is threatening whatever, and Harry loses it. "I want to go back to the Dursleys, because at least I know they're cruel, with you it's a mix up."

It's so angsty, om nom nom nom.