Snosby is my OTP

The Afterlife of Severus Snape

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 15:56:14 -0700

“Look at me,” he rasped out. The boy paused, and Severus drank in the sight of the sweater he was wearing. It was undoubtedly made by the Weasley’s brat’s mother, but it looked so like his …

He closed his eyes, and everything went dark for a few minutes. When he opened them, he was sitting in the childhood park where he’d once played with Lily Evans, where he’d retreated when it seemed certain he’d lost her forever, just after she married that fool Potter.

Severus looked around hopefully, but he wasn’t there. Dumbledore, however, was, merrily swinging.

Severus walked over and sat on the swing nearest the trees at the edge of the park. “I’ve failed, then. I’m dead.”

“Dead? I’m afraid so, my boy. But failed?” Dumbledore looked into the distance for a moment, pumping his legs, his robe occasionally sweeping up to show some calf. “No. No, you haven’t failed.”

“The Brat who Lived will defeat the Dark Lord, then?” His face twisted into a sneer when the ridiculousness of that sentence struck him. Too many titles.

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled. “I believe he will. You kept him safe —”

“It’s not as if I wanted to,” Severus muttered belligerently, hoping he’d not mixed in his most treasured memories. He didn’t want anyone knowing about that.

“— and your memories will help him grain victory.”

Severus digested this in silence as Dumbledore swung higher. “So I can move on then?”

“If you’d like,” Dumbledore said. “But we’re waiting for someone to join us.”

Severus narrowed his eyes at the old man, who gracefully leapt from the swing and floated down to the ground. “Who?”

“Why don’t you turn around and see for yourself?”

Severus whipped around, but there was no one in the trees. He turned back to ask Dumbledore a question, but it died on his lips when he saw his mentor was gone. Scowling, he turned back around — and saw a brightly patterned sweater, and above it, a face he’d never hoped to see again.

“Severus!” Bill said, delight plain in his voice. “I’ve been waiting and hoping to see you again, lurking around and scowling and eating jigglers after dinner.”

Severus couldn’t speak. In fact, he could barely blink. And he realized in horror, when he tried, that there were tears in his eyes.

“I got us a picnic right through these trees over there,” Bill said. “There’s sandwiches and lemonade and pudding pops. I know it’s not the Forbidden Forest, but you do still like picnics, don’t you?”

Severus cleared his throat. “Yes,” he creaked out, and swallowed painfully. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”

And Bill Cosby took Severus Snape’s hand and led him into the afterlife.

Also, I don’t know how to reblog fuckyeahsfda without it...

jennylearnstofight — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 02:53:05 -0700

Also, I don’t know how to reblog fuckyeahsfda without it going to my main tumblr, but this made me lol: http://sfd-anon.livejournal.com/64286.html?thread=520289054#t520289054

Snosby lives!

jennylearnstofight — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 02:22:55 -0700

Snosby lives!

A Treat For Bill

Sat, 18 Jun 2011 09:09:26 -0700

Twenty-four hours. That was four times the wait time of the normal version, but this was Snape’s first attempt at recreating the treat with potions he had on hand. Heading towards the small fridge at the back of his office where he kept certain concoctions, he found himself holding his breath. Would it be a success? This was the moment of truth.

Opening the fridge door, he found the bowl he was looking for and gently took a silver spoon out and tapped the substance. The red liquid made a quiet splash and Snape couldn’t help but sigh out of frustration. It hadn’t solidified in the least.

A failure.

He knew it would be much easier to just find the product on a grocery shelf and make it that way, but somewhere along the line it had become a goal of his to make it under his own power with the skills he took so much pride in.

“I knew you’d be here,” a familiar voice said, breaking the silence of the room. “What’s so interesting in that fridge of yours today?”

“None of your business,” Snape snapped back, a little too defensively. There was no way he was going to let Bill find out about the truth.

Unfortunately the sweater-clad man moved with the swiftness and stealth of a hawk and soon Snape found himself face-to-face with the gently smiling man. Looking beyond the flustered Snape, Bill noticed a bowl in the background filled with a suspicious red liquid.

“Did you try to make some jello?” He asked, grinning at the idea. His suspicions were silently confirmed when Snape refused to meet his eyes. “Hmm…let me try it. You know how much I love jello.”

“No,” Snape commanded. “It’s…not jello.” The last line uttered sounded just a touch sad. Perhaps he tried to make some and failed…?

Bill Cosby reached over and grabbed the bowl out of the fridge, ignoring the flailing Snape and the excuses he was half-shouting. He placed a single finger inside the liquid. “I’ll be the judge of that.” Taking his finger out, he put it right to his mouth and let the flavour tingle his taste buds.

“Delicious.”

A Sweater Built 4 2

Tue, 31 May 2011 13:29:21 -0700

One fine hogwartzy day, Bill walked into the Potions dungeons.

“Bill, I’ve told you many times muggles aren’t allowed in Hogwarts” said Severus.

“But, babe, I wanted to show you something.”

“Fine, come here.”

Bill walked towards Snape with a smile on his face that suggested he was hiding something.

“I see you have something behind your back” said Severus.

“Hehe yes I got you something from Monkey Wards yesterday.”

“What the devil is Monkey Wards?”

“It’s a type of department sto… nevermind, just have a look see”.

Bill revealed what was behind his back - it was a wool sweater that contained nearly every color of the rainbow and then some. However, it seemed to be nearly four sizes too large.

“Cosby, what’s the meaning of this?” asked Severus.

“Hehe, why don’t you try it on?”

“You know it’s way too large for me Cosby.”

“Hehe, I know, it’s a sweater for TWO” said Bill.

Severus tugged the sweater over his head. “I look ridiculous” he said. Bill knelt down and climbed under the sweater so that they were both under it at the same time. Bill’s eyes met Severus’s, and their lips soon followed.

THE END(?)

haiku 4 snosby

Fri, 01 Apr 2011 02:02:07 -0700

colorful sweater

against billowing black robes

on the dungeon floor

~by Anon

SNOSBY STOCHRIE JEWISH DANCING FIC

fuckyeahwhoselinefanart — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 23:04:06 -0700

“Why are we doing this again?” Snape muttered to Cosby as their groomsmen hoisted them high in the air.

Cosby grabbed at the wooden seat of his chair as it tipped at an alarming angle and laughed. “It’s a traditional Jewish wedding dance.”

“We’re not Jewish!”

“But we’re quirky!”

“No, you’re quirky,” Snape retorted. “I’m the one who wanted to go to a justice of the peace and do this quietly… and safely,” he added breathlessly as he nearly slid off his perch and onto the heads of the wedding guests below. “Watch it, Mochrie!” he admonished the balding man who was struggling to guide his chair.

“Sorry,” came the grunted reply. “But you’re not exactly Ryan Stiles, you know.”

Snape shook his head and looked around at the guests, who danced boisterously to the lively strains of the hora, clapping and cheering as he and Cosby were paraded about the reception hall. A grudging smile softened his expression as he looked over at Cosby. “I have a feeling that this is just the tip of the quirky iceberg for us.”

“Well, you have the rest of our lives to find out.” Cosby’s gazed locked on Snape’s and he smiled. Snape’s breath caught in his chest and he forgot about his discomfort. Until…

“Colin! Watch where you’re going!” The shout from below carried over the noise of the crowd. Startled, Snape jerked his head up – just as he pitched face forward, grappling futilely at the air as he bounced off the shoulders of a few wedding guests before landing on the floor. The wind was knocked out of him and he was unable to scream at the sight before his horrified eyes. From above, he heard Cosby voice his anguish for him.

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF JELLO PUDDING POPS!”

For a moment the world went black. When he dared open his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by a sea of anxious faces. Cosby was crouched beside him while the rest of the crowd simply stood around him in a circle, the horrified silence nearly palpable. To his left, Ryan clutched at the chair that he’d caught too late. Snape eyed the wooden leg that had served as a deadly weapon as Ryan cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

“Ouch. That’s gonna put a damper on the honeymoon…”

I call this ‘Snosbyworld’. I call it brilliant!

jennylearnstofight — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 23:30:35 -0800

I call this ‘Snosbyworld’.

I call it brilliant!

What's a fandom without mpreg?

jennylearnstofight — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 01:34:14 -0800

Red silk dress, by anon

jennylearnstofight — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 02:22:07 -0800

“Put it on,” Snape says calmly.

His voice sounds steady enough, he thinks. The two Jello shots he downed before this made sure of that. But still his hand shakes as he holds the red dress out to Cosby. He’s nervous as fuck.

“Put it on,” he says again, and Cosby looks at him doubtfully.

He’s already hard because he can imagine it exactly, what the dress now crumpled up in his sweaty hand will look like stretched out on Cosby’s body. He knows Cosby can tell.

Cosby is hesitating, giving him a last, steady look, maybe trying to find a flicker of humor, a sign that he’s not serious.

Snape opens his hand and lets the dress fall to the floor in a quick whoosh of fabric.

The silk reflects light enticingly even lying in a splash of red on the floor. They both look at it for a moment, and then Snape takes a step back, ready to walk away from this if he has to. Everyone has a breaking point, and this might be Cosby’s. He’s ready to accept that.

“Don’t,” Cosby says, stopping him before he’s even fully moving.

Snape feverishly thinks he should have eaten another Pudding Pop. He should never have asked Cosby. He should never have…

Cosby smiles shakily, “I said I would.” But he sounds unsure, still.

Snape nods and looks at the dress again. The intrusive presence of it looks like a puddle of blood between them on the hard wooden floor. It makes his stomach coil in anticipation. He bought it on a whim this afternoon, walking past the store window four times before getting the courage to go in. He had lied, of course, said it was for his wife. He had fingered the silk in the bag all the way home.

By the time he can tear his eyes away Cosby has started stripping, quickly and efficiently, his clothes landing left and right. Snape already feels his heart beat heavily in his chest, but it has nothing to do with the pale flashes of Cosby’s naked skin, and everything with the idea of the dress. God.

When Cosby finally grabs it, slips it over his head and shoulders and lets it fall down over his body, hug his shape, Snape’s mouth goes dry. His imagination was nothing like the real thing.

This is better.

The dress is all slick decadence, in turns tight and loose around Cosby’s frame, rippling and shifting as he moves around in it experimentally, his hands gliding over the fabric.

Snape coughs, and tries to find something to say. “It’s…”

“Good?” Cosby asks coyly, turning to the side, letting his see a hint of the low scoop back and the curve of his ass.

Snape swallows. “Yeah.”

He’s stepping forward and reaching out even before his knows it.

The silk feels cool to the touch like before, but it’s completely different with a human being underneath, the contrast delicious, and he spends long moments just running his hands over Cosby’s sides.

Cosby laughs a little, and says something that sounds slightly teasing, but Snape is not really paying attention to that anymore now. His breaths are speeding up and he could come from this alone, he knows. This closeness, this wrongness.

He tries to smile at Cosby, tries to convey something grateful and calming, but he’s not quite feeling calm himself right now so he’s not sure he’s successful. Cosby shivers, and he can’t tell whether it’s from nerves or cold, but he can see the faint outline of one of Cosby’s nipples under the silk, slowly growing more defined as he watches it.

He wants to taste. He really, really wants to.

Cosby’s breath hitches as he traces his nails over the fabric.

Snape leans in, and puts a soft, teasing kiss right next to his nipple. Cosby shifts, squirming a little, and so Snape complies, opening his mouth, sucking the fabric into a wet circle.

Cosby groans, and so he does it again.

He gets distracted doing that, by the sound of Cosby’s breaths, by the dry taste of the fabric, for a while. It’s intoxicating.

By the time he can think again Cosby is hard too, his cock straining beautifully against the skirt. He’s sighing, eyes closed.

Snape glances at the table, and what’s waiting there, and Cosby follows his look.

He tells him, “Get on the bed” and Cosby goes easily.

He looks like a vision, lying there. Already slightly disheleved, his hair tousled, a couple wet spots on the dress. His cock is more pronounced lying down, actually lifting the fabric enough that when he follows Cosby’s thighs he can catch a glimpse of what is underneath.

Snape takes a long moment to look, and then turns around.

He had often imagined using lube, before. Splatter it over the dress, making it dirty, sticky, a truly fucked up fantasy.

To Cosby’s enormous credit, he had suggested something else completely.

He walks over to the table and smiles a little to himself when he sees the tomatoes. He fingers them for a long moment, revels in their texture, the wetness of the seeds inside. There’s a couple leaves of salad, too, and a jar of mayonnaise they managed to find. It’s been out of the fridge for a while but it’s still condensing cold against his fingertips.

This, this is even better.

The tomato is wet and cold in his hand as he takes it and carefully places it on Cosby’s stomach, minutely moving up and down as he breathes. It’s almost the same color as the dress, and the silk sucks up the wetness right away, the stain slowly spreading like a flower.

Snape watches for a while, absent-mindedly rubbing Cosby’s erection through the silk, feeling it spring back hotly against his hand, get firmer. He doesn’t waste time with the next slice, and the salad. It’s pure, unadultered pleasure to see the mayonnaise land in big globs onto the silk, to stick his bare hand into the jar and rub it over Cosby’s chest, catching the small hairs near his neck and on his bare legs.

His clothes are getting in the way, so he takes them off, hands slippery, the air smelling strongly of food. He can’t hide how much this is turning him on, his dick red and neglected and already wet at the tip, but Cosby is looking at him trustingly.

This is the best part. This is what he’s been waiting and longing for. He gets one knee on the bed, and then the other.

Cosby looks at him, and his skin feels electric with the tension of it. He carefully lowers himself over Cosby’s body. Some parts are shockingly cold against his skin. The silk is warm, now.

And then he starts moving. Cosby groans, and holds on to the sheets. Snape doesn’t pay him any attention; he’s lost in the feeling of the mess, the enormous delicious mess he’s making, rubbing between the both of them.

The sounds are wet, squishing, and Cosby even laughs a little at them, his body shaking. Snape doesn’t notice, lost in the perfect, perfect feeling of it, the way the fabric is getting ruined forever, the way it’s so incredibly filthy.

Every thrust moves the dress up more and more over Cosby’s thighs until it’s bunched up over his stomach and Snape is thrusting there, into the folds of silk and warm hairy skin. The mayonnaise heats up between them, making it all hot and slippery and Cosby is groaning, straining his body to give back as good as he’s getting.

Snape is breathing heavily, so close, and it’s the flurry of images, the smell, the feeling, the slick fast dirty wrong that makes him come so hard that he sees stars and maybe forgets to breathe for a minute.

When he blinks the room, the feeling into focus again, Cosby is quiet and still underneath him. Snape pushes himself up, his arms shaking, pieces of tomatoes and flat abused leaves of lettuce stuck to his chest. Cosby is a mess, the mayonnaise everywhere. They are already sticking together beyond belief.

Cosby is looking away, a dark blush staining his cheeks.

Snape gathers up the courage to ask “did you…” and Cosby looks at him, his eyes glittering “Oh yeah.”

Passionfruit, by anon

jennylearnstofight — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 01:53:08 -0800

Another from the wonderful nonas at sfd_anon

Snape crept through the door. It was late and he had promised to be home hours earlier. Naturally Bill would be asleep but the inner turmoil Severus felt in the lonely hours grabbed hold of his tender heart. He hated to worry his lover.

Bill felt it as Snape sank into the bed but he kept his breathing smooth and methodical. Now was the time for patience. He must punish Snape in every way he knew how. He waited until he heard that first tell-tale snore sneak from his lover’s lips before he reached behind and grabbed the flaccid Snape-cock. He was rewarded with a gasp of pain.

“WHERE. WERE. YOU.” It wasn’t a question so much as a demand. Snape simply moaned and Bill repeated himself. “WHERE WERE YOU? I waited. I waited all damn night. I had the cocktail glasses ready and everything. You were supposed to run out, grab the Jello, and be home by 7 so it would have time to set while we copulated.”

Snape could offer no excuse for his actions. He had been menacing around town, hanging out with the old gang again. He knew Bill could smell the alcohol and despair and Snape hesitated to tell Bill the reason for the betrayal. It was a matter of honor. Bill turned to face him, tears running down his face. “I thought you were through with your Death Eater gang.” Bill sobbed. Severus reached over to hold his tender lover but Bill rejected his advances. “No. No more. I will not fall victim to more lies. This is how it started with that Lily love affair and this is how it ends with me. I want you out.”

Severus waited, hoping Bill wasn’t throwing away all the love they had shared together but the look in Bill’s eyes carried his own fate. Without another word, Severus gathered his clothes and headed for the door. There would be no sweet romance tonight. No rest at all. He grabbed his jacket and out fell a box onto the floor. Bill reached over to grab it, preparing to fling it at Snape when he noticed the packaging. “Passion Fruit Jello” Bill read hoarsely aloud. “But that’s been discontinued for years.” Snape knew this was his moment. He had planned for it to be a surprise but this was his only chance. “Yes Bill,” Snape said gently, “I had to search high and low and I went to the Hog’s Head to lament the idea of ever finding your favorite flavor. Crabbe of all people came in, sat down and knew what I was talking about. Said there was one box left in his pantry that was supposed to be for Jello Shots the night the Dark Lord killed the boy. And you know how that turned out…” he trailed off.

Snape knew then that he didn’t have to speak anymore. Bill’s eyes were full of tears at the love and devotion shown by his heart’s desire. Bill gently took Snape’s hand into his own and they headed down to the kitchen. Bill watched patiently as Severus added the passion fruit Jello packet to the boiling water and stirred for a minute. Then Bill took his cup of ice water and poured it into the bowl. While it set, Severus tenderly took Bill as his own. Snape’s rough cock tore into Bill as they pushed against the counter top. The moan of ecstasy that escaped Bill’s mouth and the endless pounding threatened to prevent the Jello from ever setting.

I couldn’t let you guys have all the fun!

jennylearnstofight — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 01:25:08 -0800

I couldn’t let you guys have all the fun!

A little Lasagna-verse remix

jennylearnstofight — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 00:57:06 -0800

Another jewel from sfd_anon, a re-imagining of this ficlet.

Bill’s head snapped up at the sound of the doorbell ringing. Severus was right on time, as usual. He had no idea if it was a product of Severus’ magical powers, or it was just his nature, but he was always exactly on time. Bill’s lips quirked into a smile as he walked slowly towards the front door, his Uggs dragging along the floor. The smell of Delicioso pizza filled his nostrils has he moved. Upon reaching the door, he gently turned the handle and opened the door to reveal the brooding figure of Severus Snape, hunched on his front step and holding a flask of what Bill assumed was a potion. His head turned down and a blush fell across his cheeks as he handed the flask over.

Mumbling, he said “Hello Bill. I…I thought we might use this later.”

“What is it?” replied Bill.

“Oh, you’ll see” Severus said with a smirk.

Thank you, nona, you rock!

Thank you, tiny-hats, it’s a true masterpiece!

tiny-hats-has-moved — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 00:29:07 -0800

Thank you, tiny-hats, it’s a true masterpiece!

The Snosby Oath

smilingdimples — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 23:45:48 -0800

I swear to uphold Snosby

As long as I know that Cosby

Adores Snape; and Snape would hop

For the man who calls him pudding-pop.

Their love is the truest of the true

And for them I will do and do

Countless submissions of art and fic.

I am a devoted fan, I will never grow sick

Of these two entwined in a heart shape:

Cosby, oh Cosby, and his darling Snape.

(I swear)

A drabbley-type story from sfd_anon

jennylearnstofight — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 22:57:31 -0800

The frozen lasagna he had picked up at Scarpone’s was bubbling deliciously in the oven and he set the garlic bread next to the stove for later. He had almost rethought the garlic bread, but then decided he was being too cautious and kept it on the menu. He brought out two champagne goblets and set them on the counter top. Glancing around the apartment, he nodded his head at the preparations.

He then heard the doorbell ring and a smile graced his lips.

“Ah,” Bill thought, “Severus is here.”

He grew hard at the thought of what was to come.

The Magic is in the Pudding

jennylearnstofight — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 19:10:58 -0800

Please enjoy this magical story by helanona. Who is amazing.

Snape gently rubbed his temples due to the small headache that was forming as he read another dreadful essay by one of his students. They day had been especially trying, though he did manage to send a dozen students to detention.

A moment later there was a gentle knock on his dungeon door. He didn’t think one of the students would be stupid enough to bother him at this time, so he knew it was another faculty member.

“Come in,” Snape said, his voice stern and harsh as always.

The door opened, revealing the new muggle studies teacher, Cosby. They had a tendency not to get along. Snape felt his headache worsen.

“I hope I am not bothering you,” Cosby said with his usual cheery tone, “but I’ve been interested in potion making, with all the newt eyes, and the rat spleens, and the rose petals I could come up with something that might impress you from the muggle side.”

Snape raised an eyebrow. “Muggles do not have potions.”

Cosby handed Snape a small plastic container. “Try it.”

Snape hesitated before accepting the container and opening it. Inside he found some sort of brown substance. “What is it?”

“Magic Jello!” Cosby replied proudly.

“Magic Jello?”

“Yes, the magic’s in the pudding.” Cosby reached into the pocket of his gaudy orange suite jacket and pulled out a spoon. “Try it.”

Snape accepted the spoon, and despite his better judgement, he tasted the chocolate pudding. “This is really good.”

“Would you believe all you need is milk and instant Jello mix?”

Snape took another bite, relishing the flavor on his tongue. “This is really good.”

“Excellent, I have more instant pudding packets if you want some.”

“No, this will do,” Snape said, as a funny feeling came over him. “I’d rather have something else right now.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“You,” Snape declared, unaware of what had coming over him. He grasped Cosby’s garish shirt and pulled him in closer, their lips met.

It certainly was magic.

true love It’s beautiful!

jennylearnstofight — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 03:10:11 -0800

true love

It’s beautiful!

What a Stand Up, Guy!

jennylearnstofight — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 13:55:00 -0800

What a Stand Up, Guy!:

The story that started it all.

“But Severus, it was Valentine’s Day,” Bill Cosby said, his normally jovial tone quite muted.

“I am aware of what yesterday was, Dr. Cosby,” Severus Snape replied, giving a dismissive shrug.

“Then you should have known I would do something special for the holiday,” Cosby said. “I mean, I had the roses, and the Jello, and those itty bitty little white candles that smell like vanilla when they burn. I even baked you a chocolate cake, which was great, by the way.”

http://cosbyanon.livejournal.com/726.html

:3 Thank you, anonymooseprime! You are amazing.

anonymooseprime-deactivated2013 — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 00:58:07 -0800

:3

Thank you, anonymooseprime! You are amazing.