Nobody Died!

Nobody Died!

Fandom: ITSV/ATSV

Pairing: Peter B. Parker x Teen! GN! Adopted! Reader

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: police, breaking the law?? Limited consequences, not a real depiction of the law, fears about being returned to the orphanage

Word Count: 0.7k

A/N: re-Posted from my old account.

The door slamming open interrupted the snore that had been about to escape the man’s mouth. His eyes shot open and he spun around, standing to come face-to-face with his sixteen year old with an anxious face. 

“What? What happened? What did you do?” Peter asked hurriedly, concern lacing his voice.

The teen stared at him with wide eyes, breathing heavily as they pressed their back against the door. “Nobody died!”

Peter’s mouth fell open for a moment, “What kind of answer is that?! What did you do?”

“Don’t freak out!” As they said that, someone pounded on the door.

He stared at them incredulously, “Don’t freak out? What the- Who is that?!”

They gave a small sheepish smile, “Uh, probably the police?”

“WHAT-” He shouted, getting cut off by them shushing him. “What do you mean the police? What did you do?!”

“Not much! I only-” Their voice dropped, mumbling their crimes. 

“What? Speak up.”

“I may have-” Their voice dropped again. He gave them a pointed glare. “Okay, fine, I may have stolen something.”

He groaned into his hand, pinching the bridge of his hand, “What did you steal? From who?” He realized that the door was still being held, “What the- let the police in! You’re gonna get charged with resisting arrest!” 

After a moment, they released the door. Peter sighed, walking over and opening the door. “Morning, officers. How may I help you?”

The officers glared at him, “Is that your child?” Peter nodded. “They have six accounts of theft against them. Did you know about this?”

He spun around, “Six?!” He whisper-yelled before turning back with a cough, “No, sir, I did not know that.” 

“We’ll have to detain them, sir.”

Peter groaned, “Is that the only way? Nothing else we could do?”

The officers looked at each other, “How old are they?” One of them asked.

“Sixteen.”

They talked for a moment before turning back, “Well, if they return the stolen products to their owners, then we may be swayed to let this one go.”

Peter turned back to his kid, “Well? What did you take?”

They paused for a minute before reaching into their pocket and pulling out a few little trinkets. “A couple rings and necklaces.”

“You don’t even wear jewelry, why did you take those?”

They sighed, “I heard you on the phone the other day. You were talking about how you couldn’t really afford a teen right now. I didn’t want to go back to the orphanage. I really like hanging out with you. You're my dad, y’know? I don’t want you to be upset either. I figured if I took a few things and sold them, then I’d be able to help you and I wouldn’t be such a burden.”

Peter stared at them for a moment before frowning, “Kiddo, I wouldn’t take you back to the orphanage. I would never. Yes, I may be a little short on cash right now, but that’s not for you to worry about. Especially if you’re going to steal. I can handle this.” 

“But you shouldn’t do that alone!” He chuckled slightly, “Kid, that’s my job as a parent. My job is to take care of you. I don’t need you taking care of me.” They nodded, their head drooping slightly. Peter sighed, “Look, I appreciate the sentiment, but stealing is never okay.” He turned back to the officers, “Sorry about this. I’ll make sure they return all of the jewelry.”

One of the officers shook his head, “That’ll be no problem. We can do that ourselves. You guys seem like you need each other for a little.” Peter nodded, taking the jewelry and passing it back to the cops. The officers nodded gruffly before heading out, closing the door on their way.

Peter walked over to the teen. He noticed tears falling down their face, “Hey, hey, kiddo, I’m not mad.” He said, trying to soothe them. “I’m sorry if it sounded that way.”

They glanced up, “Are you disappointed in me? I’m sorry.” They managed to say between choked hiccups, falling to the floor. 

“Not at all.” He said, calmly. “While I think you could have taken another method, maybe a legal one, I understand you were just trying to help.” He leaned down, sitting on his knees, “But I was serious. I wouldn’t toss you to the dogs unless there was nothing I could do. I really do love you, kid.” 

Without a second thought, they pounced on him. He quickly steadied himself, feeling them wrap their arms around his shoulders and sob into his chest. Peter smiled slightly, stroking their hair.

“I love you, dad.” They muttered between sobs.

A warm feeling enveloped Peter’s chest. “I love you too, kiddo.”

Party of one, two, three?

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader

I wrote this months ago, long before i made this blog and i accidentally found it when going through my things. I still enjoy the concept so i wanted to post it here. Tell me what you guys think, maybe ill write more for it, if its something you all want.

I know very little about the time period around WW2 in Brooklyn USA. So, this is just based off what I’ve read in fics and heard in videos about the time. This includes the treatment of the poorer people and the Irish. In my hc Steve is Irish and the Barnes family are Jewish and second-generation Romani, I don’t know much about Romani people in general. It’s not really mentioned a lot but it’s still a hc of mine.

Tw: Unsafe binding, Dysphoria

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pairing: aizawa x professor!reader

reader’s pronouns are unspecified.

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Till the Day I Die?

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Grindelwald! Gn! Hufflepuff! Reader

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: Secret relationship, Grindelwald is like 100% more frowned upon in this world. Kinda ooc Newt?

Word Count: 1.0k

A/N: Posted from my old account. I wanted to repost some of the works I did on my old account because why not??

Being the younger sibling of Gellert Grindelwald caused some problems while you were growing up. For starters, your brother was very upset at your insistence to go to Hogwarts. You insisted, though, wanting to spend more time with people you actually knew instead of complete strangers. Another thing about the school was the houses. Gellert wanted you to be in the house most similar to Soscrofa, which would have been Slytherin. Instead, you were placed in Hufflepuff, most similar to Vulpelara.

He seemed to dislike everything that you decided for yourself. And, when he became a more evil man in the wizarding world (killing no-maj’s and such), he made you swear that you would always be on his side. It was hard disobeying him, so you swore. 

You didn’t swear that you would be single for the rest of your life, though.

Maybe that’s an exaggeration. Sooner or later, Gellert would have found some pureblood to marry you off to. However, you could find your own partner on your own, which was exactly what you did. You met a sweet and caring halfblood boy from your house who was funny and considerate. Meeting him was a dream for little 4th year you, so falling in love was inevitable. 

You and Newt both knew that your brother would not like this new development, so you kept it hidden. From everyone that could possibly have ties with Gellert Grindelwald. That was easier said than done, which led to private moments being sacred between you and Newt.

~~~

The envelope you had received in the mail that morning was neatly written and sealed with a wax seal- one of a niffler to be precise. It wasn’t signed, but the handwriting was easily identifiable. It was a letter from Newt. With a happy grin, you quickly, but carefully, tore off the seal and opened the letter. There were only three letters signed onto the paper in careful cursive. ROR.

The grin on your face widened and you turned your head to spot Newt’s gaze already on you. You gave him a barely-noticeable nod and he smiled back. You and Newt both had an hour off right after breakfast, so the time was already declared by process of elimination. 

As soon as you finished your plate of food, you told your friends that you were going to go back to bed before your classes started and rushed off to meet Newt at the Room of Requirement. The ritual to enter seemed rhythmic at this point and you quickly gained access to the room of your needs. To your surprise, it was different than it typically was. Instead of a calming room with couches and books and a fireplace, there was a practically empty room. The fireplace was still burning, but its hue was pale pink. There was a chest at the end of a fairly big bed. You grinned, realizing that Newt was already sitting atop the bed, staring at the ground nervously.

You hurried over and threw your arms around your boyfriend, so happy to see him. “Newt, oh my merlin, it feels like so long since we’ve been able to be together.” You murmured into his neck. His arms circled you and he breathed in your scent.

“Too right, darling. I’ve missed you too much.” He pulled back, his hands coming to rub your arms. “How was the test you were nervous about? All good?”

After knowing and dating each other so long, the nervous-ness around each other seemed to fade away, but you could tell Newt was nervous about something. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours and he seemed hesitant to talk.

“I- uh, I passed it. All thanks to your study guide.” He smiled sheepishly. “How about you? How was everything on your end?”

He paused for a moment, “It was all fine. A-all good for me.” His grin was awkward. Something was bothering him.

“Newt, what’s wrong? You’re acting really weird.” You moved your hand to cup his cheek. He nudged it lightly with his nose when he snuggled into it.

“Nothing, darling. I’m per-perfectly fine. Just wanted to talk to you about something.”

You pulled away gently, “Uh, that's not terrifying at all.” Sarcasm tainted with awkward fear poured from your words, making Newt’s eyes widen.

“No, no, no, no, nothing bad about us, darling. I love you, you know that.” You nodded, chuckling awkwardly, waiting for him to continue. “It's just- you know why we’re hiding our relationship.”

“Yeah, my brother.”

“Right. And you pledged allegiance to him. But, being with me is kinda the opposite of being pledged to him, innit?”

“Where are you going with this, Newt? I thought you weren’t breaking up with me-”

Newt took a deep breath, shaking his head, “Not at all! The opposite really!” He paused, hoping that would reassure you. It didn’t do very much. His words seemed to contradict his earlier statement. “After school is over, you don’t have to go to your brother’s side.”

“Newt, he’ll hurt innocent people- maybe even you or me!”

He nodded, “I know. But, he’d do that even if you weren’t with him. He’ll come after me as soon as he realizes that we’re still together. Then he’d think you were betraying him.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you glanced at him with an unreadable expression, “This really doesn’t sound like the opposite of breaking up with me.”

“Wait,” He said, moving to grasp your hand, “Please. I promise.” You nodded. You would trust this man with your life. “A few weeks ago I was talking with Professor Ada and I found out that he is a certified officiant for marriage. I asked if he was able to officiate even during the school year and he said yes.”

Your breathing slowed. “Do you- Do you mean-?”

He nodded, leaving the bed and kneeling on one knee. “Yes. I-I do. Will you, Y/F/N, marry me?” He pulled a ring from his pocket. Your eyes couldn’t focus on it because of tears.

Tears flowed quickly as you nodded. You fell to the height as Newt and you kissed him with as much love and admiration as you could. You felt the love Newt returned during the kiss. You could taste salt from your tears. You pulled back, noticed Newt was crying, and hugged him tightly. He was sobbing quietly in your ear.

“I love you so much.” Newt mumbled. “I will always be by your side.”

“Till the day I die?”

“Till the day I die.”

Real!! It makes me annoyed as a trans man because I'm finally so thrilled to read something that's masc! reader only for it to say she and it makes me feel self-conscious surprisingly enough. Please, re-read or, even, don't tag as gn or masc if you want a fem reader!

I get so disappointed when writers tag their post as (insert fandom) x male reader and at some point refer to the reader as 'girlfriend' or somehow make it obvious that the reader is supposed to be female. Also marking a certain writing of theirs as 'gender neutral' in their master list and then referring to the reader as 'she' is just as discouraging.

Please don't do that loves!! It's not that hard to re-read your stuff to make sure it's gender neutral if you actually want to tag it as one.

Theo with reader who has beautiful curls,like really really pretty girls but they cut their hair really short because their bad influences friends convinced them?

Unwanted Haircut

Pairings ; Theodore Nott x M!Reader

Summary ; When your bad-influence friends convince you to cut your beautiful, long curls, you feel a deep sense of regret and sadness. Theodore Nott, your devoted boyfriend, is heartbroken and furious at the sight of your new, short hair. Along with his friends—Mattheo, Draco, Pansy, Astoria, Blaise, and Lorenzo—he confronts and insults those who led you astray. Desperate to help you, Theo races to the hospital wing and begs Madam Pomfrey for a hair-growth potion. Through his love and determination, your cherished curls are restored, reminding you of the unwavering support and affection from your true friends.

A/N ; Enjoy!

Warnings ; None

Word count ; 1.2k+

Theodore Nott loved many things about you—your infectious laughter, the way you cheered him up on his worst days, and especially your gorgeous curls. Your hair had always been a striking feature, long and full of beautiful, intricate curls that framed your face perfectly. You were his Adonis, and those curls were like a crown.

But lately, you'd been hanging around some new friends. Bad influences, as Theo liked to call them. He didn't trust them, and neither did your close friends—Mattheo, Draco, Pansy, Astoria, Blaise, and Lorenzo. They were worried about the impact these new friends were having on you.

One day, Theo noticed you were acting strange. You avoided meeting his eyes and kept your head low. It was only later, in the Slytherin common room, when Theo finally saw what had changed. Your beautiful curls were gone, replaced by a short, uneven cut. He felt like his heart had been ripped out.

"What happened to your hair?" Theo's voice was a mix of disbelief and horror.

You mumbled, "My friends thought it would look better short."

Theo's face twisted in anger. "They convinced you to cut your hair? Those idiots! They don't know anything!"

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I thought it would be a good change... but now I just feel awful."

Theo's fury was palpable. "This isn't just about your hair, love. It's about how they convinced you to change something so fundamental to who you are."

He stormed out, leaving you feeling even worse. Theo didn't stop until he found his friends. They were huddled together in the Great Hall, eating and Theo wasted no time.

"Do you know what those morons did?" he spat, his voice dripping with rage. "They convinced Y/N to cut his hair!"

Mattheo stopped eating for a second and his eyes darkened. "They did what?"

Draco sneered, placing his fork down. "Those fools are going to regret this."

Pansy smirked. "Let's give them a piece of our mind."

Astoria and Blaise exchanged glances, both nodding in agreement. Lorenzo cracked his knuckles, ready for a confrontation.

The group marched through the corridors until they found your so-called friends. The confrontation was immediate and brutal. Mattheo gave one of them forceful push, making all of them turn around to face Theodore and the rest.

"You have no right to mess with Y/N like that," Mattheo snarled.

Draco stepped forward, his voice icy. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Pansy, never one to hold back, added, "You're nothing but a bunch of idiotic bitches that has nothing to do in their lives other than bring others down."

Astoria and Blaise piled on, each insult sharper than the last. Lorenzo's final blow was the most cutting. "You guys are nothing but just a fucking useless, bunch. Do you lots have nothing better to do other than to criticise everything Y/N? So fucking pathetic. Stay the hell away from Y/N or we will get you kicked out of this damn school."

Your friends were left speechless and humiliated, scurrying away like the vermin they were.

But Theo wasn't done. He raced to the hospital wing, nearly tripping over himself in his desperation. He burst in, breathless, and faced Madam Pomfrey.

"Please," he begged, "I need a hair-growth potion. It's urgent."

Madam Pomfrey looked up from her work, frowning. "Mr. Nott, potions are not to be given out lightly. What is this about?"

"It's for my boyfriend," Theo explained, clear discomfort in his eyes. "His friends convinced him to cut his hair, and he's miserable. Please, Madam Pomfrey."

Her stern expression softened slightly. "It's not a simple request, you know."

Theo dropped to his knees, hands clasped together. "I'll do anything. Please."

Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Get up, Mr. Nott. I'll see what I can do."

She handed him a small vial after a few tense minutes. "Use it wisely."

Theo thanked her profusely and rushed back to the Slytherin dormitories. You were sitting on your bed, looking utterly defeated. Theo approached you gently.

"Hey," he said softly, sitting beside you. "I got something for you."

You looked up, curiosity mingling with your sadness. Theo held up the vial. "It's a hair-growth potion. I went to Madam Pomfrey and begged her for it."

Your eyes widened. "Theo, you didn't have to—"

"I did," he interrupted. "Because you deserve to feel like yourself again."

You took the vial from him, hands trembling. "Thank you."

Theo smiled, his eyes filled with love. "Go on, drink it. Let's get those curls back."

You downed the potion, and almost immediately, you felt a tingling sensation on your scalp. Theo watched in awe as your hair began to grow back, the curls returning in all their glory.

Tears of relief and gratitude streamed down your face. "Theo, thank you. I can't believe you did this for me."

He pulled you into a tight embrace. "I love you, curls and all. Don't let anyone ever convince you to change something so beautiful about yourself."

You clung onto him, feeling more loved and cherished than ever. With Theo and your true friends by your side, you knew you would never let anyone dim your shine again.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Later that evening, you and Theo sat by the fireplace with his hand running through your hair in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by your friends. They all seemed to share in Theo's relief at seeing your curls restored.

Pansy leaned in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, we gave those idiots a good piece of our minds."

Draco smirked. "More like tore them to shreds. They won't be bothering you again."

Mattheo nodded, a satisfied look on his face. "Yeah, they looked like they'd seen a ghost."

You smiled, the warmth from their support filling your heart. "Thank you, all of you. I don't know what I would've done without you guys."

Astoria reached out, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're one of us. We protect our own."

Blaise added, "And besides, those curls are too perfect to be messed with."

Lorenzo chuckled. "Exactly. Never let anyone tell you otherwise."

As the night went on, you felt a sense of belonging and security that you hadn't felt in a long time. Theo's arm around your shoulders, the comforting presence of your friends, and the return of your beloved curls all combined to make you feel whole again.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

In the weeks that followed, you distanced yourself from the bad influences who had convinced you to cut your hair. Theo and your friends were always there to support you, reminding you of your worth and helping you stay true to yourself.

One afternoon, as you and Theo walked by the Black Lake, he turned to you with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I was so scared when I saw you without your curls. Not because of the change, but because I saw how much it hurt you."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love there. "I know. And I'm sorry for letting them get to me."

Theo shook his head. "No, don't apologize. Just promise me you'll always be true to yourself, no matter what."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words wrap around your heart. "I promise, Theo. And thank you for reminding me of who I am."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Always, love."

As you continued your walk, hand in hand, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you had the strength and support to overcome them. Your curls were more than just a physical feature—they were a symbol of your identity, your resilience, and the love that surrounded you.

And with Theodore by your side, you knew you would always have the courage to be yourself, no matter what.