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sinsirellaxx · 8 months ago

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Man I love your toxic Slytherin boys writings (I reread them as my bedtime stories every night since I found your account 🤭) but knowing my personality and temper, there's no way I would let their toxicity slide 😩🫸

Pls pls pls pretty pls will you write where we put them in their place and have them grovel and trail after us like a lost puppy? 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

Slytherin Boys – What they’ re like if you put them in their place

Warning: Toxic Slytherin boys 😌

A/N: Thank you so much! That is very sweet of you – hope you always have sweet dreams! 🤭 Honestly, same – I love a good temper! Hope you like what I have come up with! And sorry that some are a bit shorter than the rest! If you want a part two (for the groveling and trailing part) let me know! (I didn't include this here and I only noticed that it was part of the request now – so, sorry about that)

On another note: I've added Tom Riddle to the boys and will be doing so from now on! Comments are appreciated!

Mattheo …

… is shocked. He was used to always getting away with things, given the status he had attained through his family name – and his own actions. In his past relationships (or situationships) he had his girls practically kiss his feet and were ready to do everything for him and to him. But here you were, his first real relationship and apparently the boon and bane of his existence. You were getting ready for the party in your common room and had chosen a rather risky black skin-tight dress for that evening. Mattheo usually never cared about what his dates or girls wore – actually, he loved them to wear revealing clothes because he wanted to show off. But with you, he hated the idea of other people staring at you. He’d walked into your dorm room before the party – also something he had never done before – and immediately shook his head upon seeing your dress. “Absolutely not.”

You turned to look at him in confusion, closing the lip gloss you had just applied before putting it back into your make-up bag.

“You can’t wear that. The dress is way too short and – just no.” Mattheo glared as he looked you up and down. “I don’t want anyone to stare at you with like that. You’re mine –“

You scoffed loudly, fully erupting into a laugh as you stared at him with raised brows.

The frown on Mattheo’s face deepened as you walked up to him, placing your hand on his cheek as you slowly shook your head. It’s sweet you think you can tell me what to wear – because you can’t. You spoke smirking at him. And I’m not yours.So please get that silly idea out of your head. You can’t tell me what to do. You tapped his cheek slightly before walking towards your door, leaving Mattheo no time to react. The door closed behind you leaving him to brood in silence as he breathed through his nose, his hands clenched at his sides.

Well fuck.

Theodore …

… is kind of pissed but also kind of turned on. He can’t decide which feeling is stronger. You two have been fighting over you refusing to always tell him where you’re going and with whom. If he had asked nicely, you probably would have told him. But Theodore had been rude and controlling about it.

“You can’t just go wherever you want without telling me first. I need to know where you are and with whom you are.” The tall male demanded as he had you pressed against the door to your dorm room. He had waited for your arrival at the top of the stairs because he wanted to talk to you. You had ignored all his calls and messages, and he was livid with you – how dare you not answer him?

Upon seeing him you had rushed past him, with the hopes of closing the door to your room right in his face but he was quicker than you had expected.

You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time, obviously annoyed by his antics.

Fuck off. Get off my fucking dick, Nott.

Theo smirked, he loved when you got bratty. “No, but you can jump on mine.” He whispered against your ear as he opened the door to your room and pushed you inside.

Lorenzo …

… is speechless. Lorenzo Berkshire is known to have many girl friends falling for his prince-like appearance. He enjoys the attention and loves to feed his ego. It was something that you had to get used to when you agreed to be with him, but you eventually found your peace with it. You were sitting on Enzo’s bed with your phone in your hands, typing away and smiling at the screen.

Lorenzo noticed your smile and raised his brow as he watched your fingers move quickly. If not for the typing, he would have thought you were watching cute animal videos, but he was sure you were chatting with someone. He couldn’t help but ask, “Who are you texting?”

You didn’t answer at first, your fingers still moving until you finished your last message. As you clicked ‘send’ you lifted your head to look at your boyfriend. You told Enzo you were talking with your seat-neighbor about something funny that had happened in divination that day.

“Oh, is it Granger?” He added, growing slightly nervous because you left out the most important detail. Who was it, that made you smile like that at your screen? Lorenzo was known for being – well he tried to be – patient with you. He loved you after all. He had managed to be in almost every single class you had – except for divination. Ever since the beginning of the term he’d been thinking about it: Who were you sitting with? Were there many boys? Would you talk to any of them?

You finally answered him: Harry Potter. Enzo felt this weird warmth spread through his whole body as his heart started beating incredibly fast, his hands unconsciously balling up into fists to prevent them from trembling.

“You are friends with Potter?” He spat, putting special emphasis on the Chosen One’s name. Oh, how he hated that boy. You just nodded; your phone vibrated in your lap. Lorenzo ripped the phone out of your hand before you even managed to unlock the screen. “I don’t want you to talk to him. Block him.”

You just rolled your eyes at him and demanded him to give you your phone back.

“No.” He shook his head and stood up from the bed, already typing in your code he had managed to figure out from staring at your screen whenever you unlocked it.

“I don’t want you to have any male friends – am I not enough for you?” His voice raised a notch as he held you at arm’s length with his left hand while trying to open the messenger app with his right one. He clicked on the chat with ‘Harry’ and read through the messages, scoffing as he saw just how much you have been chatting with him. His face contorting in anger as he reread the messages from last night.

“You’re planning on going to Hogsmeade with him?!”

“Fuck, no.” He exclaimed loudly, rolling his eyes when you had finally managed to get your phone back before he could send whatever message he had typed in.

“You won’t go.” Lorenzo added with finality, glaring at you in hopes of intimidating you into submission.

He expected you to cry and get insecure, but he did not expect you to scoff at him, hands on your hips as you told him he couldn’t tell you what to do. You quickly grabbed your things and left the room not bothering to close the door after you. He could do that himself.

Lorenzo was too stunned to speak.

Draco …

… (almost) has a panic attack. Remember that scene in the bathroom in the sixth movie, where Harry finds him? Yeah – that kind of panic attack. You had just told him to leave you alone until he got his head out of his ass because he had threatened to break up with you if you didn’t break off your friendship with the golden trio. Draco would not have expected you to walk out on him – he usually always got what he wanted, and this turn of events completely threw him off. He gripped the front of his shirt as he gasped for air, the other hand combing through his hair as he paced through his room.

Rushing into the bathroom he splashed his face with cold water as nothing else seemed to help. When he finally lifted his head to look at his reflection in the mirror he had to accept the truth: He apparently needed you more than you needed him.

He would have to win you back. Even if he had to beg.

Blaise …

… would think you were joking when you told him you didn’t need him to protect you.

You were fuming as you pushed Blaise’s hands off, telling him that what he had done was completely wrong and uncalled for.

“Why are you mad? I just protected you, doll. I saw the way he looked at you.” Blaise tried to reason with you. He couldn’t just sit still when another boy tried getting closer to you. Over his dead body. But you didn’t seem to agree with him as you shook your head in disbelief. “I didn’t push him away for no reason, did I?” He sighed, growing impatient with you as told him that there had been no reason to hurt the other boy. “Babe, I did it for you, you know?” And that was the last straw for you as you yelled at him to leave you alone. You are suffocating me, Blaise. This is over – we are over!

Blaise knew then that he had overstepped your boundaries. Again. He should have run after you and begged for your forgiveness right away. But he also knew that you probably would need some time to cool down. You’d be back in his arms soon, he was sure of it.

Tom Riddle ...

... would let you have your moment. Tom had been bored nowadays and he was actually intrigued to know how far you'd go and what you'd do exactly.

Tom is known to be an intimidating and bossy persona – he is the born leader one could say. Seeing as he is the oldest son of the Dark Lord that came as no surprise to anyone. Everyone had high expectations of him so he projected all that pressure onto you: You had to be perfect. Not what you deemed as perfect but what he thought was perfection. At first you let him control you, blinded by love and the attraction you felt for him. But after months of dating, and his demands getting increasingly more suffocating you have had enough.

Your complaints and worries, however, were met by indifference. Tom did not care. "What do you expect me to say?" He spoke lowly as he looked up at you from where he was sat on his bed.

You just blinked at him dumbfoundedly not sure what outcome you had expected.

"You knew what you were getting into, when I asked you to be my girlfriend." Tom tilted his head as he leaned back on his arms. "Now, if you have anything else to add to this ... very productive conversation, please, go ahead. If not, get on your knees."

There it was again. The hurt and the humiliation. He only wanted one thing and nothing else. But this time, you wouldn't let yourself be manipulated. This time, you told him to go fuck himself before storming out of his room.

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cindyss · 7 months ago

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• - ARE YOU FLIRTING OR STARTING A FIGHT?- •

PAIRING(S): theodre nott x fem. reader

WARNING(S): smutt

SUMMARY: theodore and y/n are academic rivals, and when one time she gets into an argument with snape and gets detention, the slytherin boy finds a way to follow her there

A/N: thanks for 100 followers ily all 💓

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Everyone knew you and theodore were academic rivals, both of you had always been racing to be at the top of your classes for years now. However, you always were a few points ahead of him, so you always managed to find a way to brag about it.

You’d always rub your higher marked grades in front of his face, you’d tease him about it in the corridor, lunchtime, anytime, all the time. One class however, potions, was one you faced difficulty with.

Snape wasn’t the biggest fan of your house, Ravenclaw, neither was he of you. He gave you a hard time in his class, while on the other hand theo had it the way he liked.

One time in potions class, Draco gave Neville a potion which caused the Gryffindor boy to throw up slugs all over the room. This little show earned a good chuckle from pretty much everyone, and seeing as Snape wasn’t really trying to do anything about it, you finally snapped. “What the hell is going on?” you shout. “Calm yourself, ms.” Snape answered. “No, no! Look what hes doing to him, do something about it!” “Alright, shush now. This is my class, my business to handle, my choices to make and take.” He said, more angrily now.

“This is bullshit!” You shout. “All right, detention ms!” Snape shouts angrily. Just then, theodore punches blaise in the face, making his nose bleed. Holding his face, blaise speaks “what the actual fuck was that for?”. Theo then goes for another punch and thats when snape stops him using his wand, “alright nott, detention for you too!” you could see the little smirk appearing on theo’s lips as snape spoke.

Later ~

The both of you had to spend your night cleaning the library for detention, wonderful. You got there and to your surprise, theo was already there before you. You ignore him and immediately get to work, you wanted to be done and out of here in no time.

As you’re putting some of the books back, he approaches you. “You’re not going to ignore me the whole night right?” to that you dont answer. “But really, Longbottom, out of all people?” He chuckles. “What are you trying to say, neville is my friend and everyone always finds a way to make fun of him so i will not allow that to happen in my presence.”

You leave the slytherin boy in shock and he turns back to keep working on his part. After a while, he speaks again “You know that this whole problem thing with snape will cause you to fail his class?” he speaks.

“I do.” You scoff. “That means i have a higher chance of getting ahead of you and being at the top of the grade this year.”he teases. “I dont even fucking care nott.” You speak as you keep your face to the front, putting the books back in place. “But that wont happen.” He adds. You turn to him confused, “huh?”. “That wont happen i said.” He speaks.” “And how come?” you ask. “Listen to me, we’ve been academic rivals for years, every single time i was so close to beating you, but i never did, do you ever wonder how?”

You don’t speak, as you cant quiet understand what he’s talking about. He then proceeds to continue “i did it on purpose, i knew how much it matters to you, i read your diary in our first year saying how you were so bad at everything you’ve tried and that studying was the only thing you were good at, thats why i’d write the wrong answers on purpose. Id also steal potter’s invisibility cloak to sneak into the classrooms and change your wrong answers.”

“There is no way,” you say hesitantly unsure what to say instead. “Yes, you need to believe me.” “What the fuck, are you flirting with me or tryna start a fight?” He tilts your chin to look up at him, “i never wanna fight with you, i just want you to be happy.”

Just then you lean in closer and connect your lips. He kisses you back, tongues colliding, his hands land on your hips and he pulls you in closer. He pins you to the bookshelf and starts leaving wet, hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone. You moan at the feeling and grab his hair, to which he responds by biting the skin on your neck, slowly, then more aggressively. “Theo, i wanna thank you for what you did” you speak in between moans. “I wanna pleasure you please.” “You’ll only pleasure me by doing what i ask you to do, let me give you head until you forget your name, cara mia.”

Just then he lifts you so that your legs rest on his shoulders, he raises your skirt and lowers you panties. “God you’re already so fucking wet f’me bella.” He says as he begins trailing kisses around your pussy. You arch your back a bit, wanting him to eat you out already to which he chuckles before he begins teasing your folds with his tongue.

He licks your folds then keeps a hand on your thigh to make sure you don’t fall before he adds three fingers inside you all in one go. “HOLY FUCKKKK” you scream and squirm and squeeze around him, only burying his face deeper into your pussy as his tongue and fingers work in sync. You feel your climax building already, “im gonna cum, theo.” You moan as theo speeds his movements. “FUCKK, OH SHIT YEAH JUST LIKE THAT.”

You release and theo licks you clean. He then shows you some of your come on his fingers and he makes you lick them off his fingers. “You taste so fucking good,” he speaks, kissing you. You moan into his mouth then speak “let me give you head, please, i promise to swallow everything.” He breaks the kiss and smiles at you before beginning to remove his pants. You kneel between the boy, who’s now sat on a chair, and find the lace of his boxers.

You pull them down to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. You begin leaving trails of kisses along his v line. Then, you grab his cock and begin massaging it. He leans down to kiss you as you’re playing with him. You palm him and feel his dick twitch at your touch, then you take most of his length in one go. He moans loudly at the feeling as you lick around, sucking better than ever.

You allow your head to move up and down as you try to take more of his length, your nails digging into his thighs. He tugs at your hair, his fingers playing with your brown curls. The slytherin boy then pushes your head completely making his cock hit the back of your throat.

You gag loudly, the sound sending shivers down theos body. As a result, he throws his head back, moaning as you quicken your moves. “Ohhh, my god ‘hm, yeah, please.. mm.. hmh.. fuckkk just like that principessa.” The boy now a whining, whimpering mess. him moaning like that oml.

Without warning, he cums into your mouth. You look up at him between your lashes, your eyes filled with tears. He smiles down at you, watching you swallow everything. He then carries you and places you on his lap, “good girl, that was fucking awesome, tesoro (sweetheart).”

“I wanna make you cum one more time tonight, i know you have one left.” he speaks. “Only if you promise to come inside me.” You announce. He chuckles and nods as he begins removing your shirt. He removes it then proceeds to remove your bra.

Your boobs fly out, bouncing, also revealing your hard tits. He immediately lays his mouth on your breast, pleasuring your left boob, licking and sucking on it endlessly. He also used his other hand to pinch and play with your tit on the other side. This man, lord. He was only playing with your boobs and he was already gonna throw you over the edge again.

He then pleasured the other boob similarly, licking, sucking, and biting before he started leaving a trail of kisses all the way up to your neck. He then held your hips and slowly begin lowering you onto him, you were able to get most of him in the first time. Then, he gave you time to adjust before pushing more of himself in. You moan when you have his whole length in and then when you get used to his size, you begin riding him.

As you begin riding him slowly and carefully, he groans slightly at the feeling. Theo then places his fingers on your clit and starts rubbing hard which makes you feel yourself cum start to form. “Im gonna cum again teddy..” you announce. “Do it, f’me cara mia.” You speed your movements and so does he, you begin moaning at the speed of things to which he kisses you to stop the moans from being too loud.

Then, theo uses his hips to thrust deeper into your so that you’re practically bouncing on him. That is followed by him sucking on the sensitive skin on your neck, biting and licking it until you scream as you release onto him. As he’s helping you ride out your climax, you moan his name making him groan and cum inside of you.

The boy then grabs your face and kisses you hard, “i fucking loved that,” he speaks. “So did i” you smile back at him. Just then, you hear a sound coming from somewhere to which you both jump in fear and begin getting dressed. You manage to put your skirt and shirt on, but the slytherin boy only his pants before mr lupin appears.

His eyes widen in surprise at the site of the boy half naked, “a little hot mr nott?” “uhh.. yes sir” he says hesitantly. Remus then chuckles, “im gonna let it slide this time but please try to do it in a more private place and finish your duties too.” You both nod before moving back to your jobs.

#harry potter #slytherin #theodore nott #theodore nott fanfiction #slytherin boys #smut #theodore nott x reader

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alisonsfics · 3 months ago

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off limits - part four

pairing: brothersbestfriend!henry cavill x reader

summary: henry was best friends with your brother, theo, which meant despite the clear chemistry between you two, you both had chosen to not date.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 5 coming soon

word count: 3.2k

warnings: swearing, drinking, LOTS of flirting, many many smut references but no actual smut

You and Henry both sat silently in his car. Since your car was booted, Henry convinced you to spend the night at his apartment. Now that you were sitting in Henry’s sleek black car, you realized how hard it was going to be for you both to keep your hands off each other.

“Have we just set ourselves up for failure?” You asked, looking over at Henry. His soft eyes met yours, and you wanted to melt. “Do you already want to kiss me? You gotta last a little longer than that before you want to cave.” He teased you.

You rolled your eyes at his mischievous smirk. “I always want to kiss you.” You said, glancing down at his lips.

“Oh, fuck, gorgeous. Don’t do that to me. You know I’m not strong enough to resist you.” He told you, honestly. He groaned to himself, taking a deep breath. He could see how much you wanted to crawl over the center console and kiss him. It didn’t help that he wanted it just as badly.

He slotted the key into the ignition, and the car roared to life. It sent butterflies into your stomach. There was something exciting about not knowing what was going to happen next.

“Can we please just…set some ground rules for tonight? I’m scared that if we don’t, this will end badly.” You begged him. He nodded his head, sharing your fears.

“First, no nicknames. I melt every time you call me Hen.” He confessed. You felt the same way every time he called you sweetheart.

“Also, you have to stop giving me the fuck me eyes.” You added, pointing at him. Your words caught him completely off guard. He let out a chuckle. “I’m sorry, the what?” He asked you, bewildered.

“The fuck me eyes,” you said, like it was common sense, “when I catch you looking at me from across the room, and I can tell you’re undressing me with your eyes. Or when your eyes look me up and down, and you bite down on your bottom lip.”

“I didn’t realize that I did that,” Henry said, recalling all the times he’d probably done that without meaning to. He hoped Theo had caught onto that little habit.

“Can’t blame me though, like when I saw you in that bikini tonight,” he said, glancing away from the road to look at you.

You quickly put your hands over your eyes. “Nope, that’s the look! Reel it in, tiger,” you said to him.

Henry held his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, I’m not looking anymore,” he said, telling you it was safe to uncover your eyes.

“Thank you for making me aware that that was something I did.” He told you, chuckling. You giggled with him. “Something you do all the time,” you corrected him. He knew you were probably right.

“That’s probably specific to when I’m around you. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known, you know that?” He told you. You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment.

The way Henry looked at you was enough to make you weak in the knees. He looked at you like you were a work of art.

“Now that we’ve established some ground rules, you want to play some music?” He asked, handing his phone over to you.

“Oooo, I get to look at the Henry Cavill’s music taste. This should be good.” You said, intrigued as you took his phone. You noticed a picture of Henry and Kal was his wallpaper. Henry was wearing a tank top in the picture, and it really showed off his biceps, making you bite down on your lip.

“Oh come on, we talked about you calling me by my full name. It feels so formal. And I promise my taste in music isn’t that interesting,” he added.

You opened Spotify and saw a long list of playlists. They all were pretty much what you would expect: workout songs, road-trip tunes, songs for early mornings.

Then, a playlist caught your eye.

“songs that remind me of her✿”

You instantly felt a twinge of jealousy. You had stumbled across a playlist for an old girlfriend. How was that supposed to make you feel?

Your jealousy took over. You didn’t say a word, but clicked on the playlist to see what songs were on it.

You recognized that the first song on the playlist was your favorite song that you were always humming to yourself. The playlist was almost entirely comprised of love songs. You recognized most of the songs, with a few of them being forbidden love songs.

You felt your stomach do a flip when you realized that the playlist was made for you. You felt tears start to form in your eyes. You were overwhelmed with emotions, for two different reasons: 1.) It was the most romantic gesture anyone had ever made for you 2.) It made Henry seem even more perfect, and you could envision how loving and caring he would be in a relationship.

Henry noticed how quiet you got and saw you put your head into your hands.

“Hey hey hey, what’s going on?” He asked you, reaching over and placing his hand on your knee comfortingly.

He quickly pulled his car over to the side of the road. You had all of his attention. “Are you okay?” He asked you, his concern clear in his voice.

You looked over at him. Without overthinking it, you cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. You kissed his soft lips and let your other hand rest on his chest.

His instincts kicked in, and he kissed you back. He poured everything he had into the kiss. He wanted you to feel just how much he adored and cared for you. His arms snaked down to your waist. He was seconds away from pulling you into his lap. You both had been thinking about doing this since that first night on the rooftop.

Then, he stopped himself.

He moved your hands off of him and pulled himself out of the kiss. “We both promised each other we wouldn’t let this happen.” He said, trying to make it clear that was the only reason he was stopping you.

“How else am I supposed to react when you are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. And you’re better than every boyfriend I’ve ever had, and we’re not even dating.” You said, laughing at the irony.

He gave you a confused look. You flipped around the screen, so he could see what you were looking at.

“Oh, that. I made that while you were in Hawaii, and I was really upset that there was nothing I could do that would let me be with you.” He told you, honestly. You leaned your head over onto his shoulder. He ran his hand through your hair, trying to comfort you.

“Maybe, we try to come clean to Theo tomorrow? Maybe he’ll understand?” Henry suggested, seeing the look on your face. You sat up straight, shaking your head no.

“I know you’re Theo’s best friend, but you’ve never been his sister. He’s so protective when it comes to boyfriends. He’ll feel like we lied to him if we tell him we want to be together.” You told him, honestly.

“But I want to be with you and be the one to put a smile on your face everyday. If dealing with some criticisms and protectiveness from Theo is what it takes, then I’m willing to deal with it. That’s better than seeing you this upset.” He told you.

“You are the one to make me smile everyday, Henry, but I can’t risk your relationship with Theo. You guys have been best friends forever.” You explained, giving his hand a quick squeeze.

“We don’t deserve to be miserable forever. This whole situation is fucked.” He swore, hitting his steering wheel. He took a breath. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. None of this is your fault.” He quickly apologized. You ran your hand over his bicep, trying to comfort him and let him know it was alright.

“I think we need to get our minds off this.” He said, smirking at you. You cocked your head to the side. “What do you have in mind?” You asked him, curiously.

“We’re gonna go to my apartment and get hammered,” he said, driving back onto the road. He started driving towards his apartment again. “That sounds fantastic. I’d say we deserve it after all the stuff we’ve been dealing with.” You told him, giggling to yourself.

You were game for anything that would get your mind off you and Henry’s situation.

Henry picked a random playlist, and you both sang along, completely ignoring the fact that you both still hadn’t come to an agreement on telling Theo or not.

It felt nice to just spend time with Henry and ignore the rest of the world.

You both pulled up outside Henry’s apartment. He quickly opened your door for you and led you up to his apartment.

He unlocked the front door and led you inside. You realized you had never been in Henry’s apartment. “This is a nice apartment. I love your paintings.” You complimented.

He chuckled and looked back at you. “You sound surprised that I know how to decorate.” He said, smirking at you.

“I’m just impressed,” you said, following him into the kitchen.

You watched as Henry’s back flexed as he reached up to grab two shot glasses out of the cabinet. He grabbed a bottle of liquor off his bar setup and poured two shots.

He handed one to you. “Ooo, yes, come to mama,” you cheered, graciously accepting the shot.

You both clinked your glasses together before downing the shots. “Hit me again, I dealt with an annoying ex-boyfriend tonight.” You told him, putting your glass back down. Henry didn’t protest, but instead smiled at you as you downed another shot.

You both started goofily dancing in the kitchen, while trying to drown your sorrows. It was working. You both had forgotten about all of it and were just laughing and having a good time.

“To that asshole Cameron,” Henry toasted as you both took another shot. You pursed your lips as the warm liquid washed down your throat. “He’s not that bad, Henry, I promise.” You tried to convince him.

Henry shook his head. “I think he knew I had a thing for you. Why else would he be talking about some date where he fucked you next to a lake and then try to hit on you?” He ranted.

You giggled at how jealous Henry was. When he was sober, Henry was great at biting his tongue. Now, that filter was almost completely gone.

“Maybe he hit on me because I’m hot and would be a great catch,” you suggested, smirking at Henry. He realized what he’d said. “I didn’t mean that the only reason to flirt with you was to make me jealous. You are obviously drop dead gorgeous. I mean, look at you.” He said, grabbing your hand and spinning you around.

“You’re not too bad on the eyes either,” you returned the light flirting. The filters that normally made you both keep your thoughts unspoken were now gone. Every flirty comment that crossed your mind was coming out your mouth, and the same for Henry.

“It’s really a shame you’re Theo’s sister because we’d be a pretty attractive couple.” Henry joked, earning some giggles from you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your back towards his chest. He held onto you as you both laughed together, blissfully unaware of how’d you feel in the morning.

You attempted to pull out of Henry’s grasp. “Fuck, you’re strong. You arms are huge,” you mumbled in awe, as his muscular arm didn’t budge. His entire body was pressed against yours but his cheeks still turned pink as you complimented him.

Sober Henry would’ve dropped the subject and moved on, but drunk Henry had other plans.

“You should see what I can do with them,” he teasingly whispered in your ear.

It was your turn to be flustered. Images of Henry flipping you around and pinning you up against the wall flashed through your mind.

“Show me,” you whispered softly. Henry was constantly impressed with how you kept him on his toes.

You heard him gulp as he processed what you said. His grip on your waist loosened as you distracted him. You had been leaning towards him, so you both got sent tumbling to the ground.

Henry landed flat on his back, and you landed on top of him. You both met each others’ gaze and burst into laughter. The previous tension was almost completely gone, and you both were laughing in each other’s arms.

“Oh, hello there,” he said, still laughing and brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You grinned as you looked down at him. “Don’t you kiss me, Cavill,” you teased him.

He cocked his head to the side. “You got to kiss me earlier,” Henry joked, tickling your side. You flopped over onto the ground next to him. He slowly got to his feet and helped you stand.

And that was the last thing you remembered.

The bright sunshine peeking in through the curtains woke you up, followed quickly by your pounding headache.

You glanced around at your surroundings, trying to remember where you were. It definitely wasn’t your apartment.

You were lying on a couch in a giant baggy tshirt that definitely wasn’t yours and a pair of boxers like pajama shorts.

You looked around for your phone and found it on the dining table that was scattered with empty red solo cups.

The thick smell of cologne on the shirt you were wearing caught your attention. It was Henry’s cologne. You remembered drinking and flirting with Henry in the kitchen, but nothing that happened after.

You slowly walked over to Henry’s open bedroom door. He was shirtless and in sweatpants as he haphazardly slept on top of the blankets.

You softly knocked on the door since your head was already pounding.

You had a pit in the bottom of your stomach. Knowing how drunk you’d been, you were worried that you and Henry slept together. You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t let it happen.

Henry slowly lifted his head off the bed when he heard you. “Morning. Fuck, my head hurts,” he swore to himself. He patted the spot next to him on the bed.

You flopped down next to him, trying to ignore how hot he was with messy hair and a morning voice.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked him, with a serious tone. He nodded his head and propped himself up on his arm, so he could look at you.

“We’re adults, so I’m just gonna ask you. Did we have sex last night? I can’t remember a fucking thing.” You asked him, bracing for his answer.

“I was wondering the same thing. The last thing I remember is us almost fucking against the fridge and then lying on the floor.” He told you, chuckling to himself. You took a deep breath, trying to force yourself to remember. Based on what you remembered, the two of you hooking up didn’t sound unlikely.

“Theo is gonna be so fucking pissed.” You mumbled, running your hands through your hair. Henry remembered the stakes and swore under his breath.

“Surely it doesn’t count if we don’t even remember it, right?” He asked, trying (unsuccessfully) to reassure you.

Despite your raging headache and sense of impending doom, it still made you giggle.

“I’m gonna go make us some coffee. You can stay here.” Henry said, climbing out of bed.

You waited patiently, as the warm smell of coffee filled his apartment. You grabbed your phone from beside you, then realized it was unlocked and it was Henry’s phone, not yours.

You shouldn’t have snooped, but it was open to his camera roll, showing a selfie of the two of you from last night. You accidentally swiped and saw another selfie that Henry must’ve accidentally taken.

It showed you taking a shot as Henry watched. He was as close to heart eyes as you can get. He was practically drooling watching you.

You swiped again, hoping you’d find a picture to jog your memory of last night. You were praying you didn’t come across anything too spicy of the two of you.

The next, and last, was a video. It started with Henry. You could see his bare shoulders and knew he was shirtless.

He was whispering to the camera, like he was telling it a secret. “She told me I could film this, and it’s gonna be the best moment of my life,” he slurred, sounding celebratory.

He set the phone down on a side table, and the video showed the whole room.

You both were playing beer pong from the looks of it. Then, you realized that Henry was shirtless and you had no pants on. You felt your heart sink as you realized that you both had played strip poker.

“Alright, you ready, Cavill?” You heard yourself ask Henry. Henry was practically clutching onto the table. You watched Henry’s reaction as you pulled your shirt over your head. He stared, speechless, at you standing across from him in a bra and panties.

“You still sure about that just friends thing?” Henry asked, nearing you in the video. You panicked thinking your fate was sealed. Then, you watched as you pushed Henry away in the video. “Don’t you dare. You know we can’t,” you watched yourself stop him.

You felt relief knowing that you still had some logic and reasoning, even while completely hammered.

Then, Henry walked back into his room with two cups of coffee. “Well, we definitely didn’t sleep together, but we did something else. Still stupid, but not as stupid.” You told him, graciously accepting the coffee mug.

“Oh no,” Henry mumbled as he sat beside you.

You flipped the phone screen around to show him. He nearly spit out his coffee. “We played strip poker, and I filmed it?” He asked, not believing what he was seeing.

“You need to make sure you didn’t accidentally send that to anyone. If that got sent to Theo, I will be moving to another country.” You told him. Henry chuckled to himself and took his phone to check if he had sent any texts last night.

“You mean sending your brother a video of us playing strip poker isn’t the best way to get him to eventually approve of us dating?” He said, sarcastically.

You watched Henry’s face as he scrolled through his phone. You noticed the way his eyes grew wider. You placed your hand on his forearm, practically holding on for dear life. “What did you find?” You asked, nervously.

“I have a text from Theo that asks if I want to hang out with you and him tomorrow, and I’m fucking scared to open the chat.” He said. This was the most nervous you had ever seen him.

He set down his mug on his bedside table and opened the message.

He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that no videos had been sent to Theo.

“But why does he want to talk to us? Do you think he knows?” You spiraled.

“I’m sure it’s fine. There’s no way that he would know about us. Nobody knows, right?” Henry put on a face of confidence to keep you calm as he panicked on the inside.

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soothinglee · 2 months ago

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| shitty 808s - kim jongseob x gn! reader - 1.2k wc✔︎

my notes⎯ sorry for not writing in a bit- I got hit by a scooter and lost hearing in my left eye. anyway- enjoy! (ilovejongseobsm). also the reader is younger than jongseob- so they're the maknae! warnings⎯ lowercase intended, cursing, not really proofread, I don't know jackshit about making music- I do make it just for fun but I don't know it on a professional level. songs⎯ "take you there x no bs" | dj short and "trillions" | alicia keys

“dude this sounds like shit.”

“it’s literally only 808s. it’s not going to sound good.”

“tell that to carti.”

jongseob groans and relaxes his body into the creaky studio chair. from where he's at; body slouches and neck bent, he feebly grabs for the mouse, each time he reaches he just barely misses it- giving a pitiful grunt every time.

you slap his hand away playfully, scooting your chair over in his place to play with the track. in the 30 minutes you've been in the studio you only managed the 808s. ass, in your opinion but something to start the song off as a base.

"what are you doing?" he mutters, looking towards the desktop screen. the black background of the software lights up every time you move around tracks. the purple and blue sections reflect off his glasses, "stop pressing stuff, you're gonna mess it up."

a scoff leaves your lips absentmindedly, choosing to replace the pre-made 808s with a original. you play it back for a spilt second- nodding to yourself feeling content in your work.

"you should be thankful I'm helping you," you start, adding a few high hats some measures into the song, "today is my off day and youngji just came out with a new episode."

he rolls his eyes and reaches over to grab his water bottle, he uncaps it and throws the lid on your lap. you make no effort to move it, "you would've had to come in eventually. jiung needed you today to record your verse."

you reach over to twitch your hand infront of his bottle, as if faking him out. he jerks his body away from you quickly, the water shakes in his hand- some even coming from the top and onto his sweater.

"bro." it comes out weak and quiet, a frown forming on his lips but you're quick to talk over him;

"for him, I wouldn't have complained. it's different when I have to do it because it's scheduled then come in to help someone work on his song." you spilt the back ground voices you added from files and slip in theo's guitar solo along with a 4 bar bass drum.

at this point you haven't listened to what has been added, jongseob still hogging the headphones. though you have enough confidence in yourself, and as one of the main producers, to know that the song will be somewhat decent- and way better than whatever he had before.

"what even is your inspo?"

"'bambi', baekhyun."

he makes a face, "sexy, no?"

you shrug, clicking around on the application to add some reverb, "piece will love it, fnc will tolerate it, intak will be happy. what more is there?"

he doesn't respond.

the difference between the software when jongseob had it compared to it in your hands is insane. infront of you the screen decorated with rainbows of colors, the static lines tracking the sound range from lengths and size. it's beautiful.

you feel a heavy weight on your left arm and look down to see jongseob leaning on you, he lets out a tired breath, and reaches up to fiddle with the loose string on your sleeve.

"are you almost done yet? you're hogging my equipment and I have other stuff I need to do."

"is all you do is complain?" you ask, titling the song with a random phrase and saving it, "because if that's the case I'll just get keeho."

his grip on your sleeve tightens as he tenses. for some reason jongseob is afraid of keeho- the latter always picking on him and fighting him. you would ask why and how it started but in all honesty, you couldn't really care.

"no no no, it's okay. you can keep working."

a proud smirk graces your lips as you reach over to slip the headphones off his head. he lets you, reaching forward to give you better access, smiling when he feels your hands pat down the mess they left.

you bend down slightly, apologizing when his head falls from your shoulder, and blindly reach for the tower to unplug the cord from its socket. "alright," you mess with the setting once more, turning the volume up enough so it can be heard. "you ready?"

jongseob yawns, "about time." you smack him upside the head.

the song is only about 3 minutes long, but in that three minutes it sounded wonderful. even though you were on playing around with it, something to keep jongseob satisfied until he could figure out what he really wanted to do with it, you think it could actually be the final product.

as the song plays you would take a look at his face to gauge his opinion. he seemed to like it; bobbing his head with the melody, a soft smile on his lips. it made you feel somewhat better about missing youngjis' show.

"okay, what do you think?" you ask as the beat fades out, you pause it so it doesn't play again and turn your body towards him, knees knocking each other.

he doesn't say anything for a minute, staring at the poster on the wall behind your head. his face is back to neutral. you think about snapping your fingers infront of his face to wake him up.

after a while he takes in a breath and says, “buns, actual buns.”

“you’re only saying that because it’s not jiung working on the song.”

he doesn't say anything but nods in agreement. there's a cheeky smirk on his face. "if that's the case, I'll just delete the song." you move the mouse to press erase before a hand catches you before you do.

"don't." he says, a mild glint in his eye as he pries your fingers from the mouse. he gently places your hand back in your lap while maintaining eye contact, moving the device to his side of the table.

"so it's not 'buns'?" you ask, the smirk back on your face.

he hesitates and then says, "no it's still ass, but why would I delete it just to start over, waste of time."

you laugh and go to answer but your phone vibrating catches you off guard. you use your face to open it to read the message;

멘토르 (mentor) come to floor 4 pls, we're ready for you :)

"uh oh," the chair beneath you slides backward as you stand up to collect your belonging. the bottle cap falls from your lap as you hand jongseob his headphones, "duty calls, i'll be gone for about an hour or two, if you need me, don't. I'll be busy."

he laughs, watching as you put on your shoes. you places a kiss on his head as you retreat for the door. you hear the clicking of a mouse and muffled music from behind you.

as soon as you reach for the door knob a voice calls out. "yeah?"

jongseob, hood pulled back so that you can see the bangs of his brown hair, his glasses that reflect the sparkle in his eyes, and the big smile on his face says, "I know I give you shit but thank you. you saved me a lot of trouble."

you smile back at your elder, a content look matching his own, "hey, anytime."

you close the door and head towards the elevator.

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imtryingbuck · 6 months ago

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The Library

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word Count: 1,355

Warnings: nothing much other than cheating being mentioned

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Over the next few days Bucky notices that Theo always stands off to the side, always standing with her head down and hands in front of her, he also notices that she flinches whenever he accidentally touches her or when someone raises their voice.

He and his men and women are in his office finishing up business. Now that Bucky's in charge he wants to run the business a lot better than how his father and his grandfather before him ran it, he wants to run more of a legitimate businesses. Ensuring the women who dances in his strip clubs are more protected and feel safe whilst they're at work, not like his father who didn't care about the customers getting forceful.

Bucky had even gone as far as telling the women that they weren't allowed to have sex with any of the customers on property grounds, he expected some of them to kick off but instead they all breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him as they left.

When George found out about his plans he told him he was being ridiculous and that the women were there to meet the men's needs. Bucky had never been like his father, he didn't see women as objects, he never cheated on the few girlfriends he did have, never once laid a hand on a woman. And because he wasn't like his father he kept doing what he was doing, protecting his workers and making sure they never did anything they didn't want to do.

George also called him a pushover, that wasn't the case. Bucky gained more and more respect from his workers, the women even brought more women to him from other clubs. The staff in the nightclubs all respected him more than they did George.

"Buck you need to talk to Theo, Martha said that she's creeping some of the staff out" Steve told him.

"I'll try, it's so hard when her heads always down and how is she creeping them out?"

"Because she's standing in the corner of the hallway Bucky" Natasha explains before Steve can.

"Plus you've got to try harder man" Steve now says.

"I know alright I do it's just-I don't know"

"Does Dot know that you're married?" Sam asks, practically spitting the name out.

Bucky and Dot were high school sweethearts, that was until he walked in on her naked and on top of a naked Brock Rumlow. It destroyed him, he really did love her.

And for her to sleep with the guy who she knew was his rival struck deep.

Dot became useless to Brock after Bucky broke things off, he didn't see or hear from her until seven months later when she showed up pregnant claiming it was his.

George was smart for once and told Bucky to have a paternity test done on the baby which he did, and he got his heart broken for the second time by the same woman when the test came back stating that he was not the father.

There is a reason for Sam to bring her up and saying her name in disgust was because Bucky fell back into the trap that was Dot. He would sleep with her, when the friends - more like family - found out they were pissed. He reassured them that he wasn't going back to dating her and what was between them was purely just sex, nothing more nothing less. Dot then grew bored of him and moved on to a married man, so Bucky met this nice woman and dated her for nearly a year, he was happy. That was until the wife of the man who Dot was sleeping with had found out, divorcing him and he know no longer wanted Dot. Dot came running back to Bucky who like a fool broke up with his girlfriend and started sleeping with the brunette again.

"Yeah she rang me all giddy saying she was my mistress, before I told her that I wasn't going to be seeing her anymore" Bucky told them all.

Despite not knowing Theo or have been yet to speak to her, they don't wish her to get hurt even if it's by their friend/boss.

"Good. How she take it?"

"She screamed and cried. Honestly it was painful to listen to."

"Let's get off the Dot train and talk about Theo" Nat grumbles.

"I’ll talk to her Bucky" Wanda speaks before anyone else can.

"Would you?"

"Of course" she smiles.

Wanda left the office and sure enough she sees Theo standing there in the corner. "Hi Theo" noticing your head dip lower than back up as if she was greeting her "can I show you the library? Follow me"

Going down the corridor and taking a right she leads Theo to the library, the high ceiling room was warm and cosy with large windows letting in natural light.

Shelves lined either side of the room with books from all periods and genres filling them. Indoor plants dotted around the place, some hanging and some standing tall and some small. In the middle of the room sat a mustard coloured couch with both back cushions being different colours one green the other purple, there was a multi-coloured knitted blanket folded neatly on top. A marbled square coffee table was placed in between the couch and two beanbags. On either side of the couch stood two large Kentia palm plants.

"This room was empty till I begged Bucky for me to have it, if you ever need to go somewhere and get away from us all you're more than welcome to come in here, nobody comes in unless it's me or it's important." Wanda says when she notices Theo's eyes widen and looking around.

"What kind of books do you like? I bet I'll have it, everyone always buys me books for my birthday so if I do you can borrow it" she smiles softly but when Theo's head shakes her smile fades. "You can speak Theo it's okay" she tries.

Clearing her throat "I-I can't"

"Of course you can they're mine so of course you can borrow them"

"I-I can't read" Wanda's heart cracks not only at her confession but at the sadness of her voice.

"O-oh. That's okay though I can teach you" Theo's eyes dart from Wanda to a painting that hangs up on the wall, hoping she would get the hint. Luckily she does. "Do you like painting?"

"I've never tried."

"Steve's an excellent drawer, me not so much" Wanda says "maybe if I get some paints and brushes you and I can learn together? Would that be okay?"

"I-I don't want to cause any problems"

"You wouldn't Theo. There wouldn't be any problems, this is my room and I can do whatever I want to do in here" Smiling once again, her smile widens when Theo nods. "I'll get all the supplies we'll need tomorrow. Hey pass me your hand I want to show you something"

Timidly Theo puts her hand into Wanda's as the redhead leads her over to the couch. "If you lift this up, like so, here are all my snacks. I have to hide them from everyone otherwise I won't ever get any" Her thoughts are thrown off course when she hears a laughter fall from Theo's lips, whose eyes are comically wide and staring straight at her.

"I'm so sorry" Theo stutters out.

"No no don't apologise, please don't ever apologise to me Theo”

"O-okay" Theo offers a small smile.

Bucky lightly knocks on the door to Wanda's library, when he doesn't receive a response he pushes the door slowly open and his heart does a double take.

Curled up on the couch are Theo and Wanda, a book lays open on the floor.

The peaceful look on Theo's face takes him slightly back, this is the first time he's ever seen her face clearly. Taking the knitted blanket he unfolds it and places it gently over the sleeping women.

His stands at the doorway just a little bit longer committing Theo's beautiful face to memory.

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ateriblewriter · 2 years ago

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Not Like This {2} (q.h)

a/n: im sorry. i dont feel like this is my greatest. prove me wrong. please let me know if y’all want another part. i have maybe 2 more parts.

warnings: sad. sickness. possible looming death.

Enjoy!

part1 part3

“There’s not much more we can do right now. It’s a waiting game. We always knew there was a possibility this day would come Quinn.” The doctor informed Quinn that the inevitable was coming sooner rather than later. Dr. Pete had been there with the couple through this whole ordeal that started just before baby Theo was born.

A month before baby Theo was born Y/N had a cold. Or what she had thought was the cold. After a week of coughing and fatigue, her heart would start rapiding racing with a constant pain in her chest. After all the tests and scans that had been ordered Y/N had been diagnosed with a heart condition that should have cleared up weeks after the baby had been born.

But of course nothing was ever that easy in life.

“What about that transplant you mentioned last time we were here? Is that still an option?” Quinn ran his fingers through his hair. This couldn’t be happening, not yet at least.

Looking through the window of your room, he watched Y/N holding a giggling Theo on your lap, the most beautiful smile dancing around her face. Quinn hated how fast everything was coming to an end. He needed his family, Theo was going to need his mother. He had to have more time with her.

“We talked about this at the last appointment. Y/N isn’t exactly at the top of the list. If we would be able to get our hands on a viable heart, with how weak her body is there is no telling if it would even actually take.” The doctor reminded him of the meeting they had a couple of months ago.

“My heart is getting worse isn't it?” Y/N asked her boyfriend when he entered the room. Quinn had just gotten done speaking with the doctor again, about their options to slow the damage to being done to it.

“The medication is working anymore, and they don't know if your body would withstand the open heart surgery that you would need for a transplant.” Quinn wanted to hit something. He had all this anger built up inside him and he needed a release. If he was anywhere but here he would hesitate to take something out.

Y/N tried not to get worked up in her current state. Y/N weakly raised her hand to cover her cough that sounded pretty bad, but that was normal for her condition. Once the small fit was over Y/N tried speaking again.

“I just want to go home, I don’t want to be here. Please Quinn. I. I.” Y/N wheezed, breathing heavily. Quinn grabbed the baby out of its mother’s arms. Y/N was struggling. He hated watching her like this. But how are you supposed to react when you’re dying?

Looking anywhere other than at his girlfriend in bed, Quinn noticed the time was getting closer to Theo’s naptime. He grabbed a bottle to feed to the child and sat on the opposite side of the bed. He knew what she was asking. He also knew it was going to spring her from this joint. “Maybe we could visit Michigan, get the gang together one last time.”

“Babe, you need to stay here. What if a heart becomes available. What if.” Quinn looked Y/N up and down in her sweaty state. He didn’t like this. They were supposed to have more time. She was supposed to be there for his hockey career, and when Theo took his first steps on the ice. They were supposed to get married one day, have more kids, and grow old together.

“Be realistic. Someone is going to be dying and giving me their heart anytime soon. Quinny I’m going to be the one dying” Y/N cut him off, her breathing even more ragged as she was still pretty worked up. Her chest heaving up and down at a rapid pace, trying to calm herself down.

“Hey, hey, hey. Breathe.” Quinn held Theo in one arm and ran his other hand up and down Y/N’s back trying to soothe her with another coughing fit over taking her. This time a pink colored flem made its way up.

“I don’t want to die here. Quinny please.” Her voice was so quiet he almost didn’t hear her as the tears streamed down her face. He wasn’t the one with a heart disease, but watching the one he loved the most breakdown broke his heart.

Any treatment they tried now was most likely not going to work and maybe it was best if they just went home. With it being the middle of the hockey season, Quinn was positive that he couldn’t get all their friends to Vancouver much less Michigan. It would be an impossible feat. But for you he would do everything in his power to get you what you wanted.

“Alright, Babe. I’m going to go talk to someone about getting you released.” Quinn got off the bed and walked over you. He kissed the top of your sweaty forehead. “I don’t think it’s the best to travel right now but maybe they can come here. I’ll make some calls to my family and your brother. Maybe some of the guys can come out.”

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silent-dark-entries · 1 year ago

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I left my panties at Malfoy manor.

When I woke up this morning, It was so hot that our skin felt fused together. With Draco being little spoon I was able to peel myself away from him without alarming him. I slowly made myself down the loft stairs to the bottom and search for my clothes in the darkness.

I decided to walk home before school so I can put on fresh clothes, so I got up before five. As I made myself down the driveway I notice that security had arrived. I prepare myself to make up an excuse but the gate opens without me saying anything.

Now, here I am on the side of the country road doing my very first walk of shame as the morning commuters swerve pass me. In my school girl outfit and my thirty kilo book bag. I'm starting to think I think of myself way higher than I should. This is a very humbling experience.

The sky is almost completely lit when I finally make it home. My mother has left but the mirrors are still fogged up in the bathroom so I'm assuming she has just left. She's always in a hurry to leave because she tries to get every second of sleep she can. I swipe my hand across the mirror clearing only enough to see myself for the first time since losing my virginity. I graze my hand over two purple marks Draco has left on my neck. They're faint, but still noticeable. I feel embarrassed. How am I suppose to explain this to my friends. I hop straight into the shower. Leaving my clothes and book bag by the hamper.

I get out only when the water starts to run cold. I head straight into my room trying not to look at my self in the mirror. After putting on a fresh uniform, I decide to put on some make up. Placing two red dots on the hickeys to make it look like a vampire bite and some dark eye make up.

I walk toward the science wing where the Botanist Club meets in the morning. I feel stupid with the amount of makeup I have on. Neville is the chairman and has been in it with Luna, his vice chairman, since first year.

I love walking in the science hall. It's covered in vines and colorful flowers. The floors also has the periodic table painted onto the floor by the art club from years ago.

When I look out the garden windows I see Neville leading the club back in from the green house. Luna sees me before I see her. They're both wearing their matching costumes. Neville has a pink flower on top of his head with a couple of white thorns made out of paper stuck to his school vest. Luna has a bunch of deep purple leaves stuck to her with a couple of whit flowers, along with the rest of the club that are dressed as flowers. Luna waves at me dreamily while walking towards me. After seeing Luna at Neville's party everything about her makes sense. Luna's not ditzy, she's a stoner. She's always high.

"Wow Maisie, you look fantastic!" Luna pulls me in for a hug. She smells like dirt, but not in a gross way, in the earthy way.

"So do you Luna! The whole plant squad looks adorable!" I say.

"Thank you! It was all Nev's idea of course!" Luna turns and waves at Neville and he waves back. The first bell rings and Luna and I head for class. "You're coming tonight, right? I hear Cormac was invited but Neville never got an answer." I nod. Oh god. I forgot about the whole Hermione and Cormac secret. I completely judge Hermione for hooking up with her peer and I had done the same exact thing.

"Hey, do you want to go to Blaise Zabini's Halloween party Saturday." I say as we turn down the History hall. It's not as decorated as the science wing but its covered in some historical documents and quotes. Nothing special.

"I was invited and it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Plus, they probably wouldn't mind you being there especially Theo." Luna rolls her eyes.

" I heard they do coke at those parties or at least, that's what Fred and George said. Pansy Parkinson did a line of space dust and stripped naked in Goyle's fountain...at a Christmas party." Luna recalls."So yes, I want to go. Who invited you anyway? Draco Malfoy?" Luna says softly as if saying his name will summon him.

"Yeah he did. The tutoring thing has brought us back as friends I guess." I say.

"Oh yes! I remember you two being close in like primary or something. How weird..." Luna says as the second bell rings. Luna and I split as we head to our separate classrooms.

My first class of the day is history with Professor Moody. He's a crazy guy but I'd easily say one of my favorites. He's a great teacher and the perfect teacher to wake me up early in the morning with his loud voice.

I sit close to Moody's desk in the front. We usually talk at the end of class or have small debates. I pull my books and pencils out as the rest of the class floods in, Including Moody.

"Almost didn't recognize you there Maisie!" Moody Laughs. "That Vampire bite almost looks real" I look down and my ears start to feel hot. Moody turns to the board and starts to scribble something on the board. I'm lucky to be a good listener because Moody's hand writing is exactly that, scribbles. I don't want to blame it on his eye patched eye but I always thought that was why.

More students fill the room, including Theo Nott who has his lacrosse stick hanging half way out of his bag. Theo scans the room before meeting at me. He walks towards me and sits down. It's not really unlike him to sit next to someone like me, so he can cheat off us. I won't allow it! If he'll just ask me for help I'll at least think about it...

"Here." Theo holds his hand out like there's something in it. I look up at him and he shakes his head. I hold my hand out and he drops a white origami bird in my hand with 'open me' written on it. I start to open the paper ripping it occasionally.

MEET ME IN THE FORBIDDEN CORRIDOR .

d.m.

I look up at Theo and he shrugs. I stand up and walk up to Moody.

"I...uh...need to go talk to Head Mistress Afults." I say. The bell rings and the last late students walks in. Moody nods and I walk out the class to the forbidden hall way.

It's not as scary as you think it is. It's just an abandoned hall way with empty class rooms. We were told it was forbidden first year but mostly because no prefects are available to watch it. I go to this hallway all the time to tell the truth. When the art classes do their yearly paint of the tree in the courtyard I come in and sit in one of the classrooms for the week.

When I reach the corridor I see Draco at the very end. As I get closer Draco, his costume becomes more apparent as he turns to me. A vampire. His long cloak flows behind him as he paces across the hall, and as he turns to face me. I feel his eyes wander over me. Draco lifts his eyebrows and smile.

"Maisie Waters, skipping class... never saw that coming." Draco teases. Draco holds his hands out for me to grab. I look down at his long fingers stretched out towards me. They're decorated with silver snake rings with emerald eyes. I look up at Draco's gleaming eyes. He's smiling at me and I can't help but to smile back. I grab Draco's hand firmly and step closer to him. "You left so soon this morning."

" I tried not to disturb you." I say quietly.

"You didn't disturb me, that's the problem. I want to be able to walk you out next time." Draco says sternly. Next time? "And maybe next time I can help you find your panties." Draco reaches under his cape and pulls out my pink Monday knickers. I feel my face turn hot. I reach for them but Draco snatches them from my arms length. "Oh no Mai, they're mine now."

"Oh god, Dray." I mumble. Silence falls on Draco and I. "Draco why did you call me out of class..."

"Just wanted to make sure you're okay..." Draco trails off. "And to make sure we were on the same page about what this is...."

"This? You mean you want to keep it a secret." I hiss. Draco says nothing. I let go of his hand letting it swing to his side. "I wasn't going to tell anyone. You arsehole."

Draco crosses his arms in front of himself and looks at the ground. "I'm not trying to offend you Mai-"

"-Well you did." I say backing away from Draco. I throw my hands up and let them hit my sides as I walk away from Draco. What a dumbass, and I'm not even talking about Draco.

#draco malfoy smut #hp fandom #hogwarts #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #slytherin #draco fanfiction #draco smut #draco x reader #draco

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jjsstars · 6 months ago

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trays of cookies

|| posted on my ao3 | 1.4k+ word count

|| for @teenwolfrarepairevents event

|| tags: melissa & theo, scott/theo, pack mom melissa, theo is part of the pack, theo needs a hug, pre-slash, post canon

Theo shifts slightly in place, craning his neck back so he can look out the McCall’s living room window, he probably looks ridiculous in this position but he doesn’t care. He’s just looking to see what Scott and Stiles are doing in the driveway- they’re stood in front of Stiles’ jeep talking heatedly about something and Theo has a sick feeling it’s about him.

“Whatcha looking at Theo?” Liam leans into Theo’s side but all Theo gives is a small mph noise as a reply. If Stiles is telling Scott to kick him out- that it was a horrible idea to let Theo stay at the McCall house after everything- if Scott walks in and tells Theo to pack up all his stuff- Theo feels nauseous.

“Theo?” Liam asks again but Theo stands without another word and retreats into the kitchen.

It’s empty aside from Melissa taking a tray of cookies out of the oven, as she does during every pack meeting, because she’s like a mom out of a movie as Theo’s learned. His own mother was never this heartfelt but Melissa- she just knows.

“Wanna taste test them?” She grins at him and he can’t suppress the warmth that grows through his chest, stress momentarily forgotten.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” Melissa asks three cookies into eating a whole tray between her and Theo alone, they’ve done it before, in very similar situations actually.

Over the two months of Theo staying with the McCalls Melissa has found that food is his preferred way of bonding with people, he helps her bake when he feels guilty, makes dinner when Scott’s worked extra hard, gone on store trips just to refill their favorite tea flavors if neither McCall can make the time, and he likes to sit and eat with Melissa when things are rough. It’s usually baked goods but pasta gets thrown into the mix too, a dish Theo will eat until he gets sick and one Melissa finds great comfort in making. Years of not making much money after Rafael left lead to many, many, pasta nights- it’s no wonder Scott also holds it as one of his favorite meals just as Theo does.

“Stiles and Scott are arguing.” It comes out so much quicker than it used to that Melissa feels pride swell in her chest. It’s been a challenge to get Theo to feel comfortable in talking to her or Scott about his feelings, but here he is, with no ten minutes of bargaining or prodding.

“Oh?” She hadn’t seen Stiles and Scott arguing but they have been prone to it a lot more lately, for a million reasons but Melissa knows the main one is having Theo around.

At first she was right there with Stiles in his anger about Scott insisting that Theo should be a part of the pack. But then she found out he was sleeping in his truck and witnessed the puppy-dog look in his eyes when she handed over a fleece blanket for him to use that first night- and well, all bets were off. Sue her, she can’t not take care of a kid in need, especially not one her son ogles over either (not that Scott knows Melissa knows).

“They’ve been outside for a half hour.” Theo anxiously nibbles on the end of his cookie, eyes stuck on the counter top and shoulders hunched in. For a kid that Melissa has seen throw hunters through windows- he sure can make himself seem small.

“And you think they’re talking about you?” It’s not a real question as Melissa knows the answer.

“Stiles never looks that mad about anything else.” The mumble of Theo’s words reminds Melissa of when he was young and would come play in the backyard with Scott and Stiles.

He was shy in every right, mumbled his way through words, blushed sheepishly at even the smallest compliment, looked at her in awe anytime she’d hand him a glass of juice or tied his shoe, always staring at Scott and Melissa like they were this magical duo that he’d never seen before. She remembers his parents too- how cold and distant they were, how little care they’d show if Theo got a scrape on his knee, how they’d tell Theo to stop “being rude” when he’d eagerly agree to have dinner at the McCalls because to his parents that was “overstaying his welcome”- god Melissa remembers ranting to Noah about how frustrating Theo’s parents were. She had no idea how bad that family was until it was far too late.

“You know we’d never kick you out.” While Melissa wishes she could say that in full confidence, she can’t, she knows Theo still keeps a small go-bag tucked into the closet of his room for if he ever has to leave in a hurry again, ever gets kicked to the curb again.

“Stiles is Scott’s best friend, Kira said he’s like your second son, I don’t want to come between any of that.” The same puppy-dog look appears on Theo’s face when he turns to look at Melissa head on.

“Oh sweetheart, you won’t. Scott wants you here, I want you here, Stiles will come around. Stilinski’s are stubborn and always have been, just be patient.” That entire family is stubborn to no end, even Claudia had her moments that made Melissa feel genuinely impressed in the commitment to her stubbornness.

“What if Scott decides he doesn’t want me here anymore?” Melissa shakes her head instantly, nearly laughing at the thought.

She knows her son in and out like no other and she knows he’s falling head over heels for Theo, has been since he showed back up too. After Theo got sent down to the skinwalker hell Scott was a mess but not in the normal way, no, no he was heartbroken. Melissa would know that look on her son’s face any day, and same goes for the opposite, she knows how he looks when he’s in love and Theo brings that look out. The same way Allison did. And Kira at one point.

“He won’t, you just have to trust him.” That seems to strike the right spot in Theo as he looks up with a small but serious nod.

Of course he trusts Scott the same way all the pack does, but Melissa also knows it goes deeper than that. It took time for Theo to gain that trust in Scott and for Scott to do the same in Theo- there was what felt like a lifetime of reasons as to why the pair should’ve never made up nor even looked at one another again, but Scott’s never been one for relying on odds and Theo has sure as hell put in the work to show he doesn’t either. It warms Melissa’s heart when she thinks about how close the two have become over the time Theo’s been staying with them; they bring out a softness in each other that she doesn’t see them have with anyone else.

“What’re you two talking about?” Speaking of Scott, he comes to lean on the counter in front of Melissa and Theo with a tired grin on his face. That argument must’ve been a bad one, Melissa makes a mental note to ask about it later on, to check in on not only Scott but also if she needs to sit Stiles down and tell him to lay off.

“If the cookies need less salt in the recipe.” That prompts Scott to take a cookie off the still warm tray, all but falling to his knees as he bites into the melted chocolate chips and crunchy edge.

“I can’t taste any salt, they’re perfect to me.” He smiles but is staring at Theo more than Melissa- despite knowing she made the cookies and has been using the same recipe since he was a child.

“You say that every time.” No matter what Theo or Melissa makes, it’s always perfect to Scott, even when the dish has to be spit out into napkins he insists it was good, that he’s grateful for it. Melissa has no idea how she raised such a great kid.

“I mean it every time. Do you wanna bring these out to the rest of the pack or are you guys gonna finish them off yourself?” While Melissa gives a playful eye roll to Scott, Theo blushes and sheepishly ducks his head away- once again reminding Melissa that he really is the same kid he’s always been.

“You two go into the other room and I’ll bring them in a minute, I can add in the ones that are already in a container.” Both boys nod and trail off towards the living room, shoulders brushing as they walk; Melissa can only shake her head and hope they figure it out soon.

#jj writes #theo raeken #melissa mccall #scott mccall #melissa mccall & theo raeken #theo x scott #teen wolf #twrarepair #twrp character of the month

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elderflowerchampagne · 2 years ago

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My first visit in two months, and first since the cast change. A lot to take in, and I still can't tell the men apart.

The first new person to get the stamp of approval is Stephanie Troyak, with her brilliant matron. The first performer I've seen who can cry on cue like that since Mallory. Also, I really like that the red piping on the new nurse and matron costumes ties them to the taxidermist downstairs. A+.

The matron's hut is now filled with pictures of women being tended to in hospitals. I don't know what that means but it's probably not anything good.

I also like Tim Creavin (I think it was him!). Whoever plays Theo in the bar. Nicely done.

My first time getting the porter 1:1 since reopening, and maybe like my fifth time overall. I like Will Boyajian a lot - he's a very gentle porter, as opposed to the others who just slam you against the door and squeeze the life out of you.

Thank God and everything holy that Jenna stayed and that we will continue to bear witness to the tiny, genius inventions she's always able to come up with. I will never forget watching her as nurse drag a scalpel across the top of her hand while muttering, "Cut, cut, cut, cut."

She was Sexy last night, and when she came up from dunking her head in the bucket she spit a stream of water onto the bar. Scary shit.

Because I like Nate and am generally slow to warm up to new people, I spent a lot of time with the taxidermist. I love watching him construct the skull sculpture - it also strikes me that even though we've got two other medical characters on the floor just above him, he's the only one we ever see doing anything resembling surgery. Or Fulton too I guess. I'm a medical humanities person now if you couldn't tell.

Highlight of my night was watching Nate/Taxi pull the red thread out of the jacket of his sleeve and fUCKING EAT IT.

Danvers got a new sink - good for her.

I thought for sure the cast change would be the time Lady Macduff and Danvers got their 1:1s back, BUT NO. Bullshit.

I don't post in the Discord but I lurk, which is how I knew to look for the tiny shrine Fulton has constructed to Agnes.

Jessica Smith is a great Lady Macduff and the Macduff infants got fancier clothes, so good for them.

I just came back from New Orleans, and in one of the beignet restaurants I saw a card from a child who had written "I love you place." I think they probably meant "I love your place," but it's fun to think it was supposed to be "I love you, place." My dear McK - I love you, place.

#sleep no more

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princeblack · 4 months ago

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There’s no one in the school like Bee, evidenced by the way she clings to her worn copy of Fantastic Beasts as if she could somehow learn something new from it— as if she were eager to. No one is as passionate as she is about creatures, except for maybe Newt Scamander himself. Regulus loves that about her; the way her face falls and she looks genuinely sorry that the crocodiles had lost their hearts. It’s the kind of sensitivity that could’ve saved his soul, if he’d had more of it. What if he considered others as compassionately as Bee did? Would he still have joined the Death Eaters?

None of it is relevant to think about now. The damage is done– people had died. He tries to push it down, because lingering on it will make him sick. Instead, he should focus on trying to help Dumbledore destroy the horcrux. Regulus knows he can’t do that if he doesn’t survive the Triwizard Tournament. He’s also not fond of the idea of dying during the tasks, never getting to tell Bee how he feels for her. But maybe it would be what he deserved, after failing her.

“Everything has to die eventually,” he says gently, looking at her curiously. “Some say the best luck is to die at the right time. At least they went peacefully...” He studies her blue eyes, not wanting to look away. “But most people wouldn’t call a crocodile a sweet creature. I suppose that’s how you get along with Slytherins so well,” he muses, but what he really means is that she still gets along with him well, despite all he’s done. He wants to let it go and stop thinking of it, but it’s weighing on him even more heavily with his note to her practically burning a hole in his robes. He knows he doesn’t even deserve to give it to her.

“I heard Theo was going to ask you to the ball,” he says suddenly, thinking about how the Slytherin was bragging about his plans loudly in the dormitory last night. “I told him you didn’t date people with an IQ lower than Alfie’s and he asked me who Alfie was.” Regulus wasn’t particularly surprised that Theo didn’t pay attention to the name of the only niffler in the school, but it annoyed him all the same. He looks at her again; the sweet, beautiful girl who even felt bad for the crocodiles. “No one is good enough for you.” It’s an indisputable fact that just rolls off of his tongue, a bit unexpectedly.

She tells him she’ll need some of the calming draught just to chop the lavender, which makes him smile. She’s funny when she’s nervous; something he’s always loved about her, especially when she started babbling. “Are you really so afraid of some lavender? You tried to pet a three-headed dog in first year– at least the herbs don’t have teeth.” He’s just teasing; he knows she handles plants in the greenhouse all the time. But for some reason, Potions was different for Bee, almost as if the subject itself put pressure on her. That and Professor Snape, which he understands being intimidated by.

She takes the dagger, starting to cut, but glances up at him nervously, biting at her lip. He loses himself for a moment, looking at her lips, but brings his attention back once more. “Not a bad start,” he says softly, leaning in to get a better look. “Here…Hold the handle like this.” Reaching out, he takes her hand, gently moving her fingers to better grasp the hilt. Glancing up at her with a soft smile, his hand lingers on top of hers, enjoying their nearness. Their faces are close, only a few inches between them, and he isn’t shy about meeting her gaze. After a moment he lets go, pulling back to let her work. What if she doesn’t want to be touched by him? The realization makes him frown, looking down.

attending hogwarts was once a dream of bee's, she waited so long for her fifteen birthday just so she could go to the wizarding school, the one where her parents before her had gone, where they met and fell in love, the same school where her father discovered his power as a wizard despite being muggleborn, her father was born of magic, an ancient magic that not even dumbledore himself held, neither did many purebloods it's a power that bee holds now.

but this school didn't live up to her dreams the way she had hoped, during her second year she'd been petrified alongside losing her close friend mini, a muggleborn hufflepuff who had been the first and only student killed that year and then the year after that she almost lost the boy who was supposed to be her own happy ending...

regulus black was a slytherin boy who she met during her very first year, on the train to hogwarts in fact. he bought her a bunch of cauldron cakes and she gave him her favorite book on dragons. she knew it was silly for a half blood hufflepuff to have a crush on a boy from one of the most elite pure blooded families in europe but she couldn't help it, something about him just drew her in, from his forest green eyes to the dazzling and charming smile that normally you would only read about in the stories about courageous princes that the beautiful princess falls head over heels for. but this prince was real, he was beautiful and he was everything she ever wanted despite the tragedy of his family and past.

despite the fact he has been fooled into believing a cause that targeted people like her friend mini or her father anakin. bee isn't naive, she knows that those beliefs were wrong and awful when people like her father did deserve to be here probably more so than some of these purebloods. but she also knows that regulus was manipulated, his parents had used his sweet heart and his desire to help others against him, she knows that he was fooled and tricked but he wasn't evil, he wasn't filled with hate towards muggleborns and so she stuck by his side, especially when he decided to defy voldemort even at the cost of almost losing his own life.

but she is her father's daughter and she would do anything to keep the person she loves alive and now today he stands tall, charming, and beautiful despite everything that he's been through and despite everything he's currently going through as it seemed they hadn't been quite finished yet because regulus's name was drawn from the goblet, joining her brother cedric in the triwizard tournament.

the idea makes her stomach turn, it was bad enough that cedric had entered his name in despite the concerns of the skywalker family, but he wanted to prove himself, not only make hogwarts proud but being pride to the skywalker name, prove that half-blood families were just as good as anyone else but then regulus gets entered despite never even entering his own name, what if something goes wrong? what if he gets hurt...she felt sick ever since dumbledore called out their names. but she tried to keep on a brave face, to show support for both hee brother and her dear friend, knowing regulus would only worry for her if she worried for him.

the yule ball is coming up soon, after the first task and at least that's something to look forward to as bee would never say no to wearing a beautiful gown and getting to dance away the night...even if that means she doesn't have a date. it's not like anyone hasn't asked her, being the sister of one of the triwizard champions a lot of guys seemed to want a chance but she told them all she wasn't interested as if she was almost hoping she'd be asked by someone else...someone dark curls and beautiful green eyes but she knew it wasn't really regulus's scene, that he had far too much on his mind to care about a stupid dance so she just decided that she'd go with her friends Instead, neville even offering to give her a dance despite attending with ginny weasely.

bee sighs softly, as she sits here waiting for regulus in the potions room. she kind of hates it in here, the dead animal in jars and just the presence of professor snape lingered even long after he left. but bee needed to get her grade up in the class, as she had always struggled with it where as regulus was perfect at everything even in the sense of willing to tutor the femme.

so she waits for him, trying her best to keep her mind busy as she reads fantastic beasts and where to find them for probably the hundredth time when regulus eventually shows up, his hair as perfect as his uniform as a warm smile grows over her lips.

as they start the assignment bee remembers why she has such trouble with this class, the fact that they have to use animal parts in some of the potions making her sad and it's almost as if regulus senses it as he begins to explain to her how they get crocodile heart. she forces a sad smile, feeling a bit more at ease that at least the crocodile had to die peacefully "but still, poor thing..." she frowns as he dumps it in. "such a cruel world when sweet creatures have to die." bee sighs softly blue eyes flickering up at him."but thanks...that helps."

bee watches the way he cuts, so perfectly and precise. it makes her cheeks flush, biting down on her bottom lip shyly as she tries not to distract herself from his words, nodding along tentatively to what he's telling her. "as finely as possible, got it." she says though she's not very confidently she has the finger work for such a thing and it only makes her nervous when he tells her that she has to do it on her own. "I'll need a few sips of this just to cut this lavender correctly." she says in a nervous chuckle before she gently takes the dagger from him, using the technique he showed her she tries to start cutting but she's feeling unsure of herself, biting down on her bottom lip as the embarrassment washes over her, looking up at him for reassurance. "l-like this?"

#Ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( prose ) .#Ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. bexley ) .

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yournowheregirl · 2 years ago

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Today I present to you, a silly little headcanon that’s near and dear to my heart: Eddie Munson, local carnival freak.

At the edge of Hawkins, there’s a year-round carnival, lively and loud from spring through fall, and quiet and deserted during the winter time. There are stands where you play games to win prizes, food stalls with delicious sweets, attractions that make your head spin, and in the middle of it all, the freak show.

That’s where little Eddie Munson grows up, in between the strange and bizarre. His parents both work at the carnival, his dad at the shooting range, his mom at the freak show as a so-called ‘real-life mermaid’ (when Eddie was a baby, they even dressed him up in a similar mermaid tail, showcasing him as a merbaby). Eddie’s uncle Wayne also works at the freak show, but doing behind the scenes jobs, rather than acting.

For a kid, growing up at a carnival feels magical. Every day, Eddie run around across the grounds, goes on rides for free, and gets doted on by the the nice ladies at the funnel cake stand, who always saves him a little extra. He also learns all the behind the scenes secrets, like how balloon popping stand is kind of rigged and how the bearded lady glues on extra hair to make her beard look fuller. For him, it’s paradise.

His father wants him to get his hands dirty as soon as he’s old enough, teaching how to clean the rifles and how to make the customer think they’re about to win big, when in actuality, they’re sure to lose. Eddie doesn’t like working with his dad, he always loses his temper whenever Eddie messes something up or complains that his dad didn’t play fair.

And while he doesn’t like working at the shooting range, he loves working at the freak show. He’d spent ages backstage, watching the actors get ready, listening to his mom talk as she did her make-up and got into her costume, helping uncle Wayne count the tickets in the ticket booth.

But what really gets Eddie’s heart racing is when the lights went out and the show’s announcer, Theodore, walks on stage. He’s the one outside in his velvet top hat and cherry red tails who lures people in with promises of a magical and mysterious show, and that showmanship continues inside the tent. With flailing hands and a deep, mesmerizing voice, he compels the audience as he introduces the acts and Eddie watches him with big eyes everyday. When he grows up, he wants to be exactly like Theo.

Theo takes him under his wing, teaches him the secrets of presentation and storytelling but every time Eddie begs him to get on stage, Theo shakes his head and tells him he’s not ready yet. Eddie practices and practices, talking to himself in the ticket booth - Wayne said he’s old enough to run that by himself now - and telling his mother the most elaborate stories. Still, he’s stuck in the ticket booth most of the days, scribbling stories he’d tell one day on a notepad.

One day, Theo is up on his soapbox in front of the tent, when he has the worst coughing fit Eddie has ever seen. He swears he’s too sick to continue so Wayne pushes Eddie forward. He tumbles onto the wooden crate, his limbs trembling as he watches the carnival goers passing by. His voice is shaky at first, but then he remembers Theo’s advice: get their attention and make sure you keep it.

So, Eddie howls like a goddamn wolf, the carnival visitors turn their heads in curiosity and then Eddie presents the freak show like he has done so a thousand times before.

It works.

It works really well, in fact.

Turns out, people go crazy for a scrawny kid with messy curls who promises them a show beyond their wildest imagination. Even people who’d normally never set foot inside, like those preppy kids in their spotless white polos and perfectly coiffed hair, are fascinated by Eddie’s voice and showmanship.

Eddie’s heart is racing once he’s back inside the tent, his mouth going a hundred miles an hour as he tells his mom about what just happened. She just smiles and ruffles his curls and tells him she’s so proud of him. Wayne claps him on the back, tells him a nice work, kiddo and hurries back to start the show.

Eddie follows him, confused because how is the show going to start when Theo is too sick to even speak and why is Theo all dressed up in his top hat and tailcoat sauntering across the stage already? But then, Theo catches his eye from across the tent and winks at him and Eddie knows it was an all act to give his first taste of actual showmanship. And now, he’s hungry for more, so he and Theo make a deal. Eddie’s allowed to be announcer outside, doing whatever it takes to get people inside the tent, and Theo takes care of the presentation inside, saying that Eddie has to work hard to earn his top hat and tails.

It’s a perfectly good solution, except that people outside the carnival start to notice too. The kids who walk past him as he stands on his soapbox, are the same kids that walk past him in the hallways at school and once word gets out that Eddie is the one pulling crazy stunts to get people to see the most bizarre things, they start to make fun of him for it. They whisper rumors behind his back and some girls act all scared as he sits down in class. Some of the boys are shoving him and taunting him to tell them a good story. When he freezes on the spot, unable to speak, they laugh at him and one boy even says that he can see why they hired Eddie because he’s just as big of a freak as the rest of them.

After yet another day of people taunting him for no reason, Eddie cries on the way home. Not because they hurt his feelings, but because he doesn’t understand what his classmates see, he doesn’t see how people could ever think that the people he grew up with, could ever be scary. Because those are the same people who help him with his math homework, who tell jokes and make him laugh until his stomach hurts, who hold his hand when his mom gets sick and his dad gets home drunk out of his mind. Just because they are (or act) a little different, doesn’t mean they’re scary or weird, just means they’re unique.

From that moment on, Eddie wears his newly acquired nickname with pride because his classmates might not see it, but he’s proud to be a freak.

#eddie munson #eddie munson ficlet #stranger things #stranger things fic #listen!! i am a carnival child #i grew up on traveling fun fairs #and my grandma worked at a freak show as a mermaid when she was young #(shout out to you grandma <3)#so this is very dear to my heart #and since i'm probably gonna write a part 2 (maybe 3) with steve's pov #i'm gonna also gonna tag this as #steddie #my writing

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lucilucialu · 3 years ago

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me: im gonna share with the fandom this silly little headcanon :)

also me: *writes too many paragraphs*

anywayss.......

after the fight at the hospital, once things go back to normal (as much as they can with monroe still on the run), the pack finds out about theo's living situation. since he's technically liam's responsibility and liam is the 'alpha' now that scott and the others are going to college (and also, since liam's parents know about the supernatural now), the pack basically forces theo to move in with liam.

scott says it's for his own good since it's dangerous out there ("i have fangs and claws" "yeah but this is still beacon hills"), others (like stiles, malia, argent and derek) say it's better for everyone if theo is being watched at all times, some members remain neutral about all of this (melissa, corey, lydia, mason), and liam says "i don't care. im not gonna make you do anything. you're free to do whatever you want. i'd rather not have you sleeping in a sleeping bag on my bedroom floor every night tho. but... it's your choice, i guess". and theo "no, liam, you can't make me do anything. none of you can. in fact, im only going to agree to this if you guarantee that as soon as i have the money to get an apartment, not a single one of you is gonna get in my way or try to follow me or watch my every move"

so he moves in.

it's not a sleeping bag, but an air mattress on liam's bedroom floor where he ends up sleeping every night. well, if you really can call 'pretending to sleep but staying awake all night so you don't get nightmares' sleeping. but one night, after a month living with liam and his family, he falls asleep.

he spent the entire day with liam on the preserve. not running from any evil creature or anything, just..... they're kind of friends now. liam and him. so after liam had a bad day at school and lacrosse practice (senior year and having to leave for college next year are making him really anxious. and the ied episode during lacrosse didn't help), theo bought some food and drove them to the preserve. he had fun. after they ate and liam was feeling better, they went for a walk and found a small lake. liam pushed theo in but before he could panic and think about what he had actually done, theo came out, grabbed liam, and jumped into the lake with him.

it was nice, actually. associating water with a nice memory now. a really nice memory, since eventually liam took his wet shirt off, which theo enjoyed because hey, he has eyes (liam has eyes too, that allowed him to see theo checking him out).

but yeah, now he's really tired. so even if he fights it, he sleeps.

and the nightmare comes.

it's the same as always. the morgue, tara, his heart, her heart.

the morgue, tara, his heart.

the morgue, tara-

she stops.

she has her hand raised, about to take her heart back. but she's not moving, which is somehow worse. theo just wants it to be over and wake up.

"what are you waiting for? it's yours, take it" she doesn't move. this is definitely worse. "you know you don't have to stop" nothing, no movement.

"c'mon, get it over with!" theo's desperate now. he grabs her wrist and squeezes, trying to get a reaction. "do it. do it now, tara" still nothing, so he shuts his eyes and pulls her hand to his chest. "c'mon!"

but when he feels warm fingers instead of cold sharp ones pressed against him, he opens his eyes. tara's gone. liam's there. he's now holding liam's wrist.

"...liam? what-" liam does react. he moves his hand until he is the one holding theo's wrist, and slowly brings it to his chest, placing it on top of his heart. letting theo feel it beat.

and that's how theo wakes up.

he sits up on the air mattress, sweating and breathing hard. liam is kneeling on the floor next to him, trying to calm him down. theo then notices that one of his hands is trapped between liam's chest and liam's hand. his heartbeat is steady and theo tries to match it.

"yeah, that's it, theo. focus on me. you're safe, you're fine, just focus-" "shut up. i need you to shut up right now" and for the first time ever, liam does.

after a few minutes, theo can finally breathe normally, but he doesn't let go of liam yet.

"you okay?" "sorry i woke you up" "are you- what the fuck, theo. im not. im glad you woke me up so i could help you" "how did you know what to do?" "i don't... i didn't know. i was trying to wake you up but you wouldn't listen. so i thought that maybe if you felt something real, something not on the nightmare, you would... come back? i don't know. it worked tho" "yeah, it did. thank you" "you still haven't answered me. are you okay?" theo pauses for a second, glancing down at their joined hands still on liam's chest. "i am now"

that night theo realizes liam is his anchor. liam doesn't.

he thinks what helped theo was just being able to focus on something outside of the nightmare. so the next night he gives theo his phone and earphones and "here" "what's this for?" "so you don't... you know, have bad dreams? i don't wanna hear you complaining about my 'shitty music taste', just focus on the songs and.... yeah. you're welcome" "what are you... liam, i-" "i'll help you make a spotify acc tomorrow, im too tired now. maybe you can make music your anchor and hey, make playlists for different situations" "liam" "like... 'anchor music against nightmares' and 'music that keeps me from killing people' and-"

"it was you"

"what?"

"it is you. my anchor. i don't need music, i just need you"

"oh..." "ugh, don't get weird" "im not!" "right. forgot you are weird" "okay, just- i mean- how- im- i mean, i don't-" "yeah, im gonna go" they are both sitting on theo's bed and liam jumps on top of theo before he can get up. he's panicking, okay?

"im going to kill you" "why?" "'why?' because right now you are-" "no! i mean why am i your anchor" "i don't know, liam. do you know why your anchor is your anchor?" and now would be a good time to let theo know that he's liam's anchor too, but.... "no..." "exactly. i guess you just..." "yeah?" theo sighs, trying not to look at liam, which is impossible because he's basically pinning theo to the air mattress and he's too close so he's all theo can see right now. "you make me feel safe. and i trust you" he says quietly. "i trust you too" liam says just as quietly. "yeah?" "yeah" "good. now can you get off me? your knee is practically on my dick and not in a fun way"

aaaaaaaand just like that the moment is over.

"'fun way'?! what do you mean?" "you're so red right now" "so are you!" "yeah, well, you're gonna wake your parents up if you keep yelling" "you're an asshole" "and you're still on top of me" "push me off then!" "nah, you get up" "dude shut up!" "make me"

did he just-

"are you- what- that is so- i-" "yeah, i love how your brain and mouth work" "i hate you so much. that was awful" "but are you going to?" "going to what?" "shut me- god, liam, never mind" and theo kisses him. and liam kisses him back, obviously.

they will definitely talk about theo being liam's anchor later. and about whatever this is, too. but making out is the most important thing at the moment. well, actually, theo's hands on his hair and his back are the most important thing to liam right now.

wait, no. the way theo is smiling against liam's lips is the Most Important Thing ever.

#you know how this works: talented people make a fic out of this :)#thiam #liam dunbar #theo raeken #teen wolf #theo x liam #puppy pack #teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #thiam hc #thiam au #thiam fic #fic idea #my post.

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esta-elavaris · 2 years ago

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Flufftober 2022 - Day 18 - Soulmate AU

[Also a modern AU, in this case!]

James Norrington/Theodora

It’s very long (literally like 4.5k words), I had a looot of fun writing it because I’ve always wanted to write a “what if they met in modern times” thing, I hope you enjoy!

Theodora Byrne readied herself for that night's family get-together with a decent amount of cheer. They called it a family get together, but the word family wasn't quite literal - it was all her dad's war buddies, their kids, their families, so on. Found family get-together didn't have the same ring to it, though. Usually she never really put too much of an effort in for these things. Anybody showing up in their Sunday best would only get teased all night for it, so she often just settled for a band tee, a pair of jeans in a reasonable state, and a coat of red lipstick to pretend she'd put the effort in. Tonight, however, there was also not one but two birthdays to celebrate - so rather than the venue being somebody's front room-slash-garden, they'd rented out a hall, gotten a DJ, and made the effort, so she had to do the same, too.

In this case, making an effort looked like a silky emerald green wrap dress, sparkly gold heels, carefully curled hair, and a coat of red lipstick. As she applied the lipstick, the soul mark on the inside of her wrist went unnoticed where it barely poked out of her sleeve - save for when she secured a delicate gold bracelet over the top to obscure the three grey words written there. No, thank you. They were pretty shit words to have. Especially as somebody who had done a stint working in retail.

She'd heard right horror stories, too, of wrong'uns who specifically sought out folk with such vague marks, trying to trick them into thinking they were their match for an easy lay. As it was, she'd never fallen afoul of such people, she always kept hers covered, and her heart had stopped skipping a beat whenever she heard those words a good few years ago - easily by the time she'd turned twenty-one, at least.

"We've a new lad joining us tonight," her dad knocked a couple of times at her door before he poked his head into the room "Keep an eye out for him, will you? Fresh out - honourable discharge on a minor medical issue."

"Is he struggling?" She tilted her head.

It wasn't unusual for her dad to bring in some stray or another who was fighting a nasty dose of the horrors. If that was the case here, though, Theo wasn't sure she saw the wisdom in throwing him into the deep end like this.

"Not like that," he shook his head "He's just new, and he's very English - not that we're holding that against him - so he might need to be eased into it a bit. He's a bit serious, but he's a good lad."

"His name?"

"James. He's tall, you'll spot him easy.

"All right," she shrugged slightly "I'll keep an eye out."

The matter slipped from Theo's mind after that, right up until she arrived and she finally set eyes on the new "lad", who was less a lad and more a man. By her definition, at least. She could see how it was a fine descriptor for her dad, but he was definitely a handful of years older than her by her own reckoning. Then again, being a soldier had a way of ageing people prematurely so maybe she was wrong.

He was tall, broad-shouldered and handsome. It wasn't a word Theo often used - thinking it always sounded awkward and over-the-top from her own mouth, but it was the only one that fit the bill here, with classical features like his. His dark hair was brushed back away from his face, a shade longer than she'd expect from someone who held themselves so primly and properly - he didn't quite look like a Beatle, but the length brushes just past his ears, curling slightly at the ends.

Theo wagered there'd be a few broken-hearted women here tonight. Endearingly, though, he was also visibly…uncertain? He was friendly enough when folk spoke to him, smiling and shaking their hands and chatting, but there was a sort of tentativeness to his posture, and he never seemed to initiate those interactions. For that, she could hardly blame him - they probably looked like a right feral lot, and he was in the unfortunate position of only knowing one or two people here. He'd likely take a bit to find his bearings.

Was it weird that it made him oddly more attractive to her, though? It was a road she wasn't going to venture down. She wasn't immune to flings, but there was something depressing about getting to her mid-twenties without having met the fated one yet. Most folk by now either already had, or were just about to. There wasn't much point in getting involved in something to pass the time, only for them to find their soulmate a week, or a month later. In her opinion, at least.

She'd been there for about half an hour when she finally waded through greetings enough to reach the drink table. Taking up a bottle at random, she began to pour herself some into a clear plastic cup when she glanced up and found the newbie a little ways away to her side, considering the drinks himself. He must've felt her gaze, for he looked up and then blinked, hesitating. Offering a smile, Theo held up the bottle in question.

He glanced at it for a moment before shaking his head "No, thank you."

"Fair enough, it's an acquired taste - and it has to be acquired by force."

When her silly little joke garnered no response, she glanced up - mostly to see if he hadn't heard her, or if he was just really determined to not even pretend to be friendly - and found him staring at her wide-eyed.

"I was only kidding," she said unsurely "So long as ye steer clear of Tom, you'll manage to get out of here having safely avoided this stuff."

"I…yes. Thank you - I appreciate the offer. And the warning."

"Any time," she smiled "We've all run afoul of Tom at least once before - tends to make people go one of two ways. Either they take pity on the newcomers and charitably warn them of the danger that waits."

"Or they want others to suffer as they have and help him in his villainous endeavours?" He asked drily.

Theo laughed "Exactly. You're lucky I'm a kind and benevolent soul."

He smiled slightly - and more softly than his general demeanour so far would have suggested. Could it be that the sternness was just a front?

"I suppose I am."

It was then that they were interrupted by one of her uncles, already red faced as he approached to Theo's left, clinking through a selection of bottles as he tried to make sense of the labels so he could decide what he'd have next.

"There she is!" he greeted Theo with a grin "Risky Business herself! Are you going to be performing later, then?"

Great. That was all she needed. One of her top five embarrassing moments paraded about in front of the handsome newbie. But showing embarrassment was a kiss of death amongst this lot, so she grinned and shrugged.

"Only if yous all ask very nicely."

"We'll beg if you need us to, girl - it's tradition!" he found the bottle he'd been looking for, held it up to her and then to the new man in a sort of salute, and returned to the dance floor.

"Am I to take it your name is Risky Business? Common in these parts, is it?" he asked.

"Oh, aye, as common as Rebbeca around here," she teased "No, it's…ugh. You might as well know so they don't tell you first - on my eighteenth I made a judgement call, got absolutely hammered on all the drinks everybody was buying me, and apparently saw fit to do a rendition of the Risky Business dance when they started playing that song - you know the one, Old Time Rock and Roll? I don't remember it, but it turns out that it was so good that it demands a repeat at each and every one of these things."

"And you give in to those demands?"

"Oh, if they smell blood they'd just be even worse about it, so I might as well pretend it's not mortifying and give the people what they want. I'm benevolent like that, like we've already established."

"We have not yet established your name, though."

"Ah. Right. Theodora," she smiled, holding out her hand for him to shake.

"You're Tony's- that is, er, Mr Byrne's daughter?" he nodded slowly, accepting her hand and shaking it firmly.

"If any of this lot hear you calling him that, you'll have your own problems to live down," she teased.

It took another moment of her waiting before he seemed to realise he had not yet told her his name, flushing slightly as he smoothed a hand over his dark hair.

"I'm James - Norrington."

"The Englishman," she nodded sagely "Dad said you'd be coming. He speaks highly of you, you know."

"He speaks more highly of you."

"That's nepotism for you."

He smiled - and his resting face was so serious that the chuckle he gave was all the warmer in contrast.

"He wouldn't have brought you here if he didn't think you'd get on with everybody," she confided, and hoped her wasn't patronising him - nor overstepping "Just don't do any dances you're not willing to repeat ad nauseum for the better part of a decade. We're all a lot to get used to, but once you do you'll be just fine."

"Yes, I'm sure I will," he said "Thank you, Theodora."

There was something about the way he said her name - like he was testing out the weight of it. She wasn't unused to people being unsure about it, it wasn't very common, but with him it was different. For a second she almost opened her mouth to tell him just to call her Theo, but she stopped. She quite liked how the full thing sounded when he said it.

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Theo saw James on and off throughout the rest of the night - chatting to other former soldiers, getting to know those of her dad's pals that he didn't already know, and slowly but surely she noticed the tension easing from his shoulders and the smoothing of his brow. He even undid the top button of his shirt, although he kept his sleeves firmly rolled down and buttoned up. Sure, he didn't end up on the dance floor, but she got the impression that he would not do so unless dragged, and that was fair.

What she noticed most of all, though, was how many times she'd glance his way to find him already watching her. And how, while that sort of thing would usually creep her out from anybody else, she found that from him it made her blush.

It was later in the night, once she'd had enough drinks to make her feel exceedingly comfortable in her own skin (but not so much that she was a complete mess) that she sat down at a small abandoned table, sweaty, a little bit dishevelled, and in a lot of pain. Easing one of her heels off with a wince, she took stock of where it had cut into the back of her heel and grimaced.

"That looks painful."

His accent gave him away - his voice too, for that matter, since it was pretty distinctive - as he took the other seat at the table.

"It'll be even worse when I put 'em back on," she said sourly.

"It seems there are some things even nepotism cannot save you from."

"I'm sorry?" She blinked her confusion, tilting her head at him.

"Oh, er," he flushed "A joke - a poor one, I'm sorry, just that-"

"Oh - right, because earlier…no, I'm sorry - I'm slow on the uptake, that was my bad," she waved a hand.

"It was a very bad joke," he reiterated, brushing off her apologies "Here."

Holding out a hand, he offered her a fresh bottle of water - one that he must've gone to the bar to get, rather than the free-for-all table, judging by the condensation dripping off of it.

"For me?" Her eyebrows raised.

"You look as though you need it."

Any suaveness of the gesture was ruined when the lads at the next table over, either too drunk or simply too uncaring to keep their voices down, muttered to each other.

"Looks like our man over there's shootin' his shot with Theo."

"Very smart or very brave."

"It's very stupid or very brave, fool."

Theo was about to tell him not to pay them only mind, but when she looked to him she found him smirking.

"An ironic part to fumble, is it not?"

Breathing a laugh, she accepted the bottle "Thank you."

Cracking it open, she took a few sips and then capped it again, pressing it to her heel and hissing through her teeth as the cold plastic made contact. She refused to read too much into the gesture - outside comments aside.

Maybe he was flirting. Or maybe he was just being friendly. Or it could even be that he was trying to kiss her dad's backside by being nice to her. She sincerely doubted that last possibility, but she wasn't naive enough to rule it out. In any case, she didn't know, and it was a nice gesture - she wasn't about to spit in the face of it.

"Are you settling in okay, then?" She asked.

"I am," he nodded "Everybody here has been very kind."

"Good," she nodded "I'm glad. Tell me if that changes."

He snorted "Are you planning on fighting my battles for me? I'm not sure I need it."

"Oh I doubt you do - but it'd be funny. And half of 'em here wouldn't feel right about hitting me back, so it's a bit of a loophole, y'know?"

"Risky Business and the Englishman," he said drily "It sounds like a terrible police comedy-drama."

Theo laughed, raking her hair back from her face and smiling at him.

"Don't invoke that name - I've gotten away with not doing it so far, you're going to jinx it."

"My apologies," he said mock-solemnly, and then he tugged at the cuff of his sleeve "I…"

No sooner had he began to speak than a halting piano riff began to blare out over the speakers and Theo groaned aloud, watching as every head in the hall began turning, trying to spot her.

"See what you did?" She scolded, putting down the water bottle.

For a moment, she vaguely considered running. But then she sighed, put her big girl pants on, and took up one of the clean cloth napkins from the table.

"Here, will you give me a hand?" she asked.

He blinked his surprise and she didn't blame him, but when she pulled her hair forward to one side of her neck and began to tuck half of the napkin beneath the back of her dress, he eventually caught on and began to help her - although sparingly, like she'd tell him off if his fingers brushed her neck too much. And maybe she would - but only because of the way it gave rise to goosebumps going all the way down her spine. She hoped he didn't notice.

By the time the napkin was tucked down the back of her dress, half of it peeking up and out like some sort of bizarre backwards bib, he was staring at her like she'd gone mad. It was a pretty fair assessment.

"It's part of the bit, you'll see - but you have to promise you won't hold what you're about to see against me," she said.

She didn't pause to wait and see if he would agree to her terms - mostly because she knew if she did, she'd bottle it at the last second and not rise to the challenge. Sighing heavily, she stood and began to march towards the dance floor to raucous drunken cheers, leaving her shoes behind so she didn't snap an ankle.

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James watched, bemused and intrigued both as his unwitting soulmate strode barefoot out onto the dance floor as though this was something she very much wanted to do. The only thing that gave away her true reluctance being the bashful smile tugging at her lips as the piano intro to Bob Seger's Old Time Rock & Roll rang out so loudly that it shook the hall.

The piano riff repeated, and she struck a pose, and then tugged up the napkin to stand on end, like she was popping up a collar. It worked, for the onlookers lost it, cheering and falling into bursts of laughter. James smiled - he couldn't help it. Ordinarily he'd find displays like these juvenile. Attention seeking, perhaps. And maybe if he did not bear Theodora's first words to him on his arm, he would think so now, too. But perhaps not. She was charming, and it wasn't as though she was demanding that everybody gather around to witness her put on a show. It was a bit of good-natured ribbing, endured with a level of humour he couldn't help but smile at.

It made sense, he supposed. Were he fated to end up with one so serious as he was often accused of being, it would make for a dreary life indeed. But Theodora? Oh, Theodora was anything but dreary.

The song picked up in earnest next - all rough vocals and upbeat guitar - and she began dancing in earnest. She was a good dancer, too, swinging her hips and moving in time to the music with just enough exaggerated cheesiness to prove she wasn't taking herself too seriously. There was a level of comfort in her own skin that entranced him - like it didn't occur to her to be uncertain of her own body just as it wouldn't occur to a cat, or some other sort of feline.

By the time the second verse began, others began joining in. Content to take that as a sign that they were laughing with her and not at her (although there hadn't been much doubt on that score), and worried that if he kept watching his gaze would become less, ahem, respectful, James excused himself from the function hall and made his way outside into the night. When she learned the truth, she likely would not thank him for having witnessed her performance.

He would have to tell her soon. Tonight would be best. He already would have done, had they not been interrupted. It wasn't ideal - he was nervous, although he'd never let something so minor as nerves prevent him from doing anything - and he'd much rather have this conversation with her when she had not been drinking. But she was tipsy at most, from what he could gather, and if he put it off much longer he may be construed as hiding it from her…and he did not know when he would see her next. It almost alarmed him how distasteful he already found that last part.

There were a few smokers out here, clutching their arms about themselves to ward off the chill that bit all the more thanks to the humidity inside. They offered him nods or waves but did not approach.

What would he even say to her? How would he say it? Inside, he'd been intending simply to show her his arm, but would that be too forward? Should he leave it for another night? Drop by uninvited a few nights from now? Catch her as she was leaving tonight and ask her to get coffee with him tomorrow? No, it all seemed much too complicated.

He would go back inside, and ask for a moment of her time when she was done dancing. The song had already wound to a close, replaced by some eighties rock hit, she would not be missed if she slipped away. She would have to come back to the table for her shoes, and perhaps for her water. He would lead her outside, and he would show her. They would take things from there.

As if the mark on his arm was not sign enough, the fact that the moment his mind was made up, the old wooden double doors swung open and Theodora (now once again clad in her shoes) stepped out into the cool night air absolutely would have cemented his decision. The bottle of water he'd gotten her dangled from one hand, and her makeshift napkin collar was nowhere in sight.

Spotting him, she smiled bashfully and approached, walking stiffly - not doubt thanks to the return of the heels.

"It's too warm in there - needed a bit of air. Did you have the same idea? Or did my performance send you running for cover?"

"Not quite," he said, shifting uncomfortably and then sighing "But I think we had better discuss this."

Theodora stood in the amber light of the lamp affixed to the wall, watching in confusion, then dawning realisation, and finally shock as he unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt and rolled it up, revealing the words wrapping around his wrist.

Her eyes remained wide as she stared at them, and then finally she gently curled her fingers around his forearm, angling his wrist towards the meagre lighting as though doing so would change what was written there.

Fair enough - it's an acquired taste, and it has to be acquired by force.

She let go.

"Oh god," she said, a hand rising to her hair of its own volition as she stepped away, like that would solve things "Oh fuck."

James' head bowed "I know I may not be quite-"

"No, no, it's not that, you're lovely, you're golden, and you're criminally handsome by the way, I'm actually pretty relieved I don't have to pretend I hadn't noticed so now, but it's…oh Christ, I did my Risky Business routine in front of you," she groaned, covering her face with a hand "Jesus, this is a new low. A brand new low. This is rock bottom's basement, you know?"

"You did not spend much of the night standing on the sidelines like a Victorian footman, failing to interact with anybody unless they spoke with you first, and barely able to formulate a response if they spoke too quickly before your ears could become accustomed to their accents."

"I put a napkin down the back of my dress, James," she bemoaned.

"It was an integral part of your routine, if memory serves," he smiled - not because he was teasing her, but because she said his name.

The next groan that left her was half sobbed out, and James took pity on her.

"You were lovely. You…you are lovely."

Slowly, like he was approaching a skittish stray cat, he closed the gap between them, reaching up to pull her hand away from her face. She allowed it easily, her eyes burning into his face as he drew back the sleeve of her dress, and then pulled away the delicate gold chain bracelet. There were the words. As if he'd needed the confirmation. No, thank you.

He knew what it would say, but it still offered a concrete explanation as to why she hadn't known as he had. He could only thank the powers that be that the one on his arm was much more specific, leaving no room at all for doubt.

"A tad less unique than mine," he deadpanned.

"Sorry," she breathed a laugh - not sounding too sorry, either.

"Don't be," he shook his head.

What came next? He'd heard stories of those who had met their intended and immediately fallen into bed with them. He was not so naive as to pretend he did not understand that - although it wasn't what he wanted. Well, it was what he wanted, but not like that. Not like this. Certainly not when she was not sober. He wanted to get to know her, he wanted to make up for all of the time they'd lost, he wanted to…

Following an impulse, he lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to the words on her wrist - and bit back a smirk at the quiet intake of breath it drew from her. He couldn't be too smug for long, though, for the water bottle smacked off of the ground as she dropped it in favour of winding her arms about his neck. James dipped his head on instinct, meeting her halfway and kissing her back the moment her lips slotted against his, arms wrapping around her waist to steady her and pull her against him.

One hand slid up the smooth, silky fabric of her dress - feeling the curve of her spine, the slight jut of her shoulder blades - but before he could press his tongue between her lips, the door to the hall began to creak open and they sprang apart, suddenly aware that they very much were not in private.

Lifting a hand, he wiped the lipstick from about his mouth, and she smiled softly at him - looking up at him with a sort of admiration that threatened to steal the air from his lungs. As she tucked his hair behind his ear, he spoke.

"I'm not sure how we're supposed to go about this," he admitted, watching her keenly - he couldn't help it.

Mirroring her action, he twirled a strand of her hair around one of his fingers - it was like fire in the orange glow of the lamp.

"Me either," she admitted.

"Coffee. We could get coffee."

"When?"

"As soon as possible. Tomorrow?"

"Why not now?"

He smiled, thrilled to see his own eagerness reflected back at him "I'm not sure there's anywhere still open."

"There's a twenty-four hour McDonald's ten minutes away. It's hardly fine dining, but it'll give us a bit of time to ourselves."

James' smile widened "I'll get my coat."

He couldn't help but kiss her again before he did.

#james/theodora #flufftober2022 #james norrington/oc

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demetrius-haggarty · 1 year ago

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Theodora,

I appreciate your support, you know I do. But you have to admit that I'm not the most intuitive when it comes to magic. If I can do something with my hands, then why bother with a spell? I takes me a lot of time to properly cast something and I can only really remember it if I use it daily. Like when I was forced to stay with my great aunt — to this day I can cast Protego practically in my sleep.

*Demetrius shudders a little writing that. He could cast a lot more than just Protego as a result.*

But we are learning so many useless spells that as soon as we are done — they are out of my head! My gramps says my wand is partially to blame as well since it is not mine, just a hand-me-down.

Sorry, I'm rambling again. I also might have overshot with the idea of a greenhouse, we'd still need to get the materials somehow. I have the instruments, there's plenty of wood and stone around, and charming said instruments is one of the rare things I can actually do. The main frame would look rather crude though, I'm sorry. Unless you're ok with something more natural looking.

But getting something like glass? I honestly do not even know where to buy some, and it's rather expensive, too. Maybe while looking for protective charms we you can also see if there are any charms we you can use on the window frames? Something that would keep the moisture and temperature in on top of protection? Oh, if there is something like that I'm not even sure we need the window frames... A nice veranda perhaps? Just surrounded by a bunch of protective charms?

*Meech scratches his head reading the part where Theodora calls him a natural leader. The only natural thing about it is the chomping cabbages he can lead into battle. He doesn't want to have anything to do with leading people. Or following anybody. He's much better on his ow— oh, unbeliefable? Is that a pun? Meech gets distracted from his own distraction by trying to wiggle his brain enough to come up with at least something in return. Language like that often eludes him and he is glad Theo highlighted the important bits to him.*

Thank you for your ecourage-mint. If it's not too much work, do ask the girls if they want to join. I already sent an owl to Professor Weasley to see if we are good to go. I can also ask Olivier, I think he's fond of plants, too, though I've heard that he is rather busy those days.

Always happy to hear from you,

Meech.

P. S. I don't think being a leader suits me, Theo >:( I makes me a bit uneasy and I don't want to ruin anything accidentally. I know what you would say to that so don't say it! Maybe we can all be leaders or nobody leads? Anything other than me leading, really >:D

Demetrius,

Thank you again for inquiring as to the state of my plants after the terrible storm that rolled through. It seemed to come out of nowhere! Almost had me wondering if a Thunderbird was at fault...though I could have SWORN Professor Howin said they were native to North America...suspicious.

Anyhow...I had to write you for two reasons:

To implore you to please teach me more of those protective charms you are currently using for your garden... a good amount of my dittany plants were taken out by the storm, and I'm still crying about it like a mandrake looking for ways to hopefully avoid that for the next time around, and need your help!

@ask-wren-zhang mentioned something about a 'Shrub Club'? What do you know of this....and more importantly where can I sign up?

Your Fellow Herbology Nerd,

Theo

Theodora,

I was so sorry to hear that some of your plant friends did get damaged in that storm! It is sadly what nature does. Back home when our crops get damaged we just accept that those events come unexpectedly and that we should be happy for what is still left intact. I feel bad for thinking that way but sometimes it also means less work for me later in the season since it's not like my gramps is going to walk around collecting vegetables, it always ends up being me >:(

Regarding your reasons, I wish I had answers for the first one but you've seen me in most of the classes that we share: I am kinda rubbish as magic. The only protective spells I am great at are the ones we learn in DADA and mostly because I happened to use them a lot. But who said magic is the only answer? Well, sure, we you we can do some research into proper spells but I think you will do a much better job at those than I. I can, however, do a lot of regular stuff, building some supports, maybe protective covers, some sort of a makeshift greenhouse even, for some of your more precious babies? Mandrakes do need to be protected! My hands were made for crafting and building while you can do some research into the protective charms at the same time! Maybe you can even teach me a thing or two. But only if it's not too much studying...

Now. The Shrub Club? I cannot believe this title actually spread, I've only mentioned it to Magnolia (@justmagnoliaellistor) in passing once, and then Wren (@ask-wren-zhang) knows about it somehow, and now you! I, er, didn't think that far ahead when I got this idea… Perhaps somebody else should do the organizing… But the idea is simple: we just love plants. We talk about plants. We talk with plants. We plant the plants. Everything is plants! We can try and organize our meetings a few times a week in one of the smaller greenhouses? I do not think we really need any papers to sign, I certainly do not have that much parchment left to last me until the end of the month to make people sign things. I'm not really comfortable organizing anything on my own anyway... Just a word from you is enough so that I know who is curious.

Your proud (but unsure?) Shrub Club leader,

Meech

#Shrub Club #Theodora #d. h.#Meech's handwriting was never too clear or neat #But anyone reading this letter could see that something went even more wrong than usually #when Meech was writing the name of the his French Hufflepuff friend #it came out worse than it usually would have #as if the writer tried not to make a big deal out of writing the name #and the opposite happened #the name clearly standing out from the rest of the paragraph.

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