Thinking about Wallace comforting me rn. You know he’s the type of friend who wants nothing but the best for the people he cares about. (Well except for maybe Scott depending on how he's been acting as of late /lh)
"Did they make you cry? Cuz say less I can call some people..." or "Don’t cry over a five when you're an eleven!" or "You're a king and clearly they weren’t ready to accommodate for royalty in their life."
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Some Batman oc outfits/progression of their style throughout their story
Outfit 1: Standard undergarments, pre-Joker
Outfit 2: Pre-Joker and before Carmine disowned them
Outfit 3: Post-Ace Chemicals incident
Outfit 4: Standard Joker "sidekick" fit
Bonus: Alternative glasses for outfit 4
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Ship: Severus Snape x Gabriel Vesper (oc)
Word Count: 677
Summary: This is essentially word/emotion vomit written and made specifically for me, idc if Severus is a little ooc this character is my fucking security blanket rn. Ok. If other people like it then that's cool too ZHGAHAGH cws for sensory meltdown and a little bit of unsanitary
🗡️NO TERFS NO BIGOTS NO PROSHITTERS🗡️
It was not often that Severus Snape spent more time than needed in the shared staff rooms of Hogwarts, much preferring to take his breaks in his office and going so far as to keep his own coffee pot, kettle, and snacks there to put off visiting the staff rooms as much as possible. Still, when supplies dwindled, for example, tea bags, he would brave the possibility of lengthy conversations with his colleagues and stake out the nearest staff room.
He was doing one of these “errands” the day he found his assistant and partner huddled in the corner of the staff room he visited, sobbing into his sleeves and shaking violently. Abandoning the thoughts of replenishing his tea supply completely, he gently closed the door behind him and approached, his heels softly clicking against the stone floor.
“Gabriel,” he spoke in his usual low tone as he looked down at the man who had unexpectedly captured his heart. He crouched before him, even if his knees protested the position. “Gabriel, it’s me, Severus. Look up.”
Slowly, the head of short, dark hair lifted, revealing a red face streaked with tears and snot. Severus tch’d, producing a handkerchief from his pocket. “May I...?”
More tears squeezed from his reddened eyes as he shakily nodded. Severus reached forward and began wiping down Gabriel’s face, hushing him as he gasped and hiccuped at his touch. “What happened, who upset you?”
He did not respond, merely shaking his head from side to side. Severus put the handkerchief to his nose. “Blow.”
The honking noise of Gabriel blowing his nose filled the room. Coughing slightly, he finally, hoarsely whispered, “thank you.”
“Tell me what happened, where are your glasses?”
Gabriel’s lip trembled as he retrieved his wand. “Accio glasses.” They sped across the room and into his hand. “Too much...”
Sighing and groaning slightly as he shifted into a sitting position beside his partner, Severus held his free hand, speaking soft and full of concern. A side of him he would never let anyone else see. “Sensory issues?”
Gabriel nodded, squeezing tight.
“Do you want to come back to my office? Get you out of this harsh light?”
Gabriel nodded again and Severus hoisted himself to his feet, pulling him with him. He took his glasses and settled them onto his blotchy face before hesitating, his fingers briefly brushing against his hand... still, when Gabriel responded by gripping tightly, he knew there was no way around walking him to the dungeons without holding his hand the entire way.
“Alright. Come along.” He cleared his throat, leading him back through the halls. Thankfully, no one was out and about to expose his softness. Back in the safety of his office, he let Gabriel sit in his chair and wrapped his cloak around him, kissing his forehead. “Remember to breathe, Gabriel. That’s it.” He stroked his hair. “I’m sorry. I know, the world isn’t built for us, magical or muggle. Take as much time as you need.”
“Sev?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
He felt the colour in his own cheeks and echoed the words in a mutter, not quite used to expressing his feelings so bluntly. Acts of service came naturally, but to admit just how much he loved Gabriel seemed unfathomable. And to experience the genuine, unadulterated love Gabriel had for him was otherworldly. It was everything his heart had begged for from Lily, but now he could have it, all of this love was his, for him, as he was, without alteration or criticism.
He had tried to bar Gabriel’s initial advances, believing it to be another cruel joke the world had in store for him. He only finally gave him a chance because he never shied away from what Severus perceived as his ugliness, inside and out. Gabriel didn’t care what had happened in the past, nor did he care much for what was coming in the future. He loved and lived in the now. He called him a survivor. Now he had an even deeper reason to do so.
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