#requests ⊹₊⟡⋆

[iamgonnagetyouback]

hii!! first of all, i just wanna say i love your writing so so so much and you seem soo sweet <<33

i don't know if this is too vague to ask, or if you even do headcanons, but do you think you could do a few headcanons about a hufflepuff reader with Theodore nott? like what he thought of her when they first met, and how it progressed to him falling in love with her? If that's okay!!

theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader headcannons ⭑.ᐟ

author's note: thank you so much for the request and the kind words, lovie!! i hope you have a great day <33

⋆ theodore nott who first met you on a breezy autumn afternoon in the library, your arms loaded with books on magical plants, as he watched you from the corner of his eye

⋆ theodore nott who thought you were a bit odd, with dirt smudges on your nose from herbology and a stack of books that nearly hid your entire face, yet somehow, it made you interesting.

⋆ theodore nott whose cheeks turned faint pink as he turned away when you noticed his gaze and gave him a small, polite smile.

⋆ theodore nott who at first, thought you were annoyingly friendly – always smiling at everyone in the corridors, always holding doors open, even for slytherins.

⋆ theodore nott who despite himself, would find his usual scowl soften just slightly every time you’d pass him, and offer him that warm, dimpled smile.

⋆ theodore nott who was surprised when one day, you handed him a book he'd been eyeing from across the library, surprised you’d noticed.

⋆ theodore nott who couldn't understand why his heart skipped when you said “i thought you might want this,” with a shrug, as if it was nothing.

⋆ theodore nott who told himself you were just a typical hufflepuff, a bit too sunny, a bit too warm – until he started missing that warmth whenever you weren’t around.

⋆ theodore nott where he found himself waiting in the hall as you’d linger after potions class, chatting with professor sllughorn about magical herbs, wondering what was taking you so long.

⋆ theodore nott who couldn't help but relax whenever you were nearby slowly becaming his soft escape from the world; your presence felt like a cozy blanket.

⋆ theodore nott who noticed how you always shared your notes with others, even with people who barely acknowledged you, and his respect for you grew.

⋆ theodore nott whose walls started crumbling bit by bit every time you’d stop him in the halls, offering him chocolate or complimenting his quiet observations in class.

⋆ theodore nott who got mad in the best way when one afternoon, you catch him sneaking glances at you during lunch and simply smiled, as if you’d known all along.

⋆ theodore nott who found himself offering you his scarf on a cold day, surprising even himself, and was too embarrassed to take it back when you gratefully accepted.

⋆ theodore nott who listened, captivated when you started meeting up more frequently to study together, and somehow, it always ended in you sharing childhood stories.

⋆ theodore nott who one day, caught himself staring at the way your nose crinkled when you laughed and realized he didn’t want anyone else to see that smile but him.

⋆ theodore nott who by the time realized he was in love with you, you were already woven into his everyday life, and he couldn’t imagine a day without you there.

⋆ theodore nott who finally admitted it to himself after you’d hugged him on a particularly hard day, making his heart feel like it could burst from the warmth you brought.

⋆ theodore nott who decided in his mind that you were no longer just a hufflepuff – you were his hufflepuff, and he planned to do whatever it took to keep that light in his life forever.

convos that may arise during this period ⋆.˚

➺ "so, theo, if you had to pick a magical creature to keep as a pet, what would it be?" "a dragon," he replies immediately, and you give him a shocked look. "a dragon? you barely tolerate my cat." he shrugs. "your cat tries to eat my shoelaces, it has a personal vendetta. a dragon would at least have some respect."

➺ "you’re so serious all the time, theo." he raises a brow. "someone has to be. besides, one of us needs to keep our feet on the ground." you grin, nudging him. "and one of us needs to pull the other into a dance in the middle of the library." "that’s a horrible idea," he says, looking around warily, but when you hold out your hand, he takes it with a reluctant smile.

➺ "sometimes i wonder if i annoy you." he looks at you, genuinely surprised. "if you did, you’d be the most tolerable annoying person i know." "wow, theo, be still my heart," you deadpan, and he gives a rare chuckle. "i thought you preferred brutal honesty. i mean, that's why you like me, isn’t it?"

➺ "why do you keep checking my hands, theo?" "i don't," he lies, looking away quickly. "you definitely do," you laugh, holding your hand out. "is this because my gloves are too big for me?" he sighs, slipping your glove on properly. "yes, i have a weird urge to fix them every time."

➺ "i think… i think you make life brighter." theo raises his eyebrows, caught off guard. "i’m not sure how to respond to that." you grin. "how about ‘thank you’?" he gives a small smile, looking at you like you’ve thrown him off balance in the best way. "thank you."

➺ "you know, i used to think you were kind of scary," you admit one day, watching his reaction. he smirks. "scary?" "well, yeah," you say, laughing. "you’ve got the brooding thing down." he leans closer, lowering his voice. "maybe i was just trying to keep a certain hufflepuff on her toes."

➺ "do you believe in soulmates, theo?" you ask quietly. he looks at you, thinking. "no, i don’t think i do." "oh," you say softly, trying not to look disappointed. he hesitates, then adds, "but I do think… maybe, some people just fit. perfectly."

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[butterflyscribbles]

Echidna warriors are inclined to let the youngsters in their tribe win small battles to encourage confidence. They are also inclined to humble those who boast too much confidence lol.

Inspired request by @/niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian

[hauntedhotel]

Me, on the welcome desk in the library: Good morning, how are you today?

Customer: I have welcomed Jesus into my heart and so I am well today and every day.

Me, a little unnerved: Okay then! Is there something I can help you with?

Customer, digging around in his bag and pulling out an iPhone in a box: Unfortunately, Jesus can't help me with this fucking phone, so I came to the library.

[vaspider]

Me, starting a video that says it's going to explain how Victorian poorhouses fucked up the concept of charity forever: ok, show me what you've got

Video: it starts with the ideas of the Christian philosopher --

Me: DON'T SAY IT DON'T FUCKING SAY IT

Video: -- John Calvin

Me:

[avadaniels]

Everything I did for this episode was inspired by and dedicated to these two people standing on this stage beside me. A year ago, we were broken, drunk, and defeated. Today, we stand triumphant, glorious!

Game Changer 6x03 "Sam Says 3" | 7x01 "One Year Later"

[maxedry-art]

[indigonite]

Please…

[mdq]

pet cigarette

[great-and-small]

Reached out to a biologist to request some info about an extinct species of freshwater shrimp and the email she sent in response was not only lovely and helpful but also kind of poetry to me? People who study invertebrates are actually the most hopeful and compassionate scientists that we have.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

back with another request for your 1k 🙈

this time, i’d like to request some frostbite ☃️🥶 preferably with theodore nott and the prompt: "Just stay with me a little longer… please?" "A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less."

i can never have enough angst and hurt/comfort *sigh* 😌

a little longer ⋆˚࿔

synopsis ⭑.ᐟ theodore nott x reader where a little longer isn't going to make it hurt less

warnings: none

word count: 797 words

author's note: thank you so much for requesting, leona! also i made it pretty similar to this , so you can check it out if you need more angst <33

ˋ°•*⁀➷ #5: "Just stay with me a little longer… please?" "A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less."

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You find him there, in the half-light of a moonless night, hidden in the shadowed corner of the empty classroom. The tension is so thick it hangs like smoke, swirling around his silhouette as he keeps his gaze down. The weight of what has just happened is crushing you both, filling the air with a silence that begs to be broken.

Theodore stands as you approach, a wretched, distant look in his eyes. He looks like he’s halfway out the door already, but then, maybe he always has been. He’s always been good at putting walls between himself and the world—between himself and you, especially, no matter how close he’s let you get.

And you can’t take it anymore. “You’re just going to walk away? After everything?”

He runs a hand through his hair, looking at you with that heartbreaking hesitation. He almost opens his mouth to say something—an apology, an excuse—but you cut him off, voice wavering as you step closer.

“Just stay with me a little longer… please?”

The words linger, fragile, begging him to stay in a way you’d never wanted to show. He swallows, hands clenching at his sides, and you can see him fighting to keep his distance. He’s so close, but he might as well be miles away.

The silence between you is thick, heavy with all the things left unsaid. Theodore’s gaze softens, and he takes a shaky breath before whispering, “A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less.”

You swallow, your voice trembling as you step forward. “I don’t care if it hurts,” you say, every syllable laced with desperation. “I’d rather take every ounce of pain, every ache, if it means I get to keep you for just one more moment.”

His jaw tightens, and you can see the strain in his posture as he resists the urge to close the distance between you. He’s always been good at keeping people at arm’s length, at not letting anyone in, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something that makes you think he wants to stay, to give in just this once.

“Theo,” you say softly, and the sound of his name on your lips nearly undoes him. “Please.”

And just like that, the walls he’s put up begin to crack. His shoulders drop, and he takes a shuddering breath, finally letting himself look at you, really look at you, as if he’s seeing you for the last time.

Slowly, tentatively, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You sink into him, burying your face in his shoulder as his hands settle on your back, holding you in a way that feels like a goodbye. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as though he’s memorizing every part of you.

The warmth of his embrace, the way his fingers trace circles on your back, feels so achingly familiar, and yet there’s a fragility to it that breaks your heart all over again. You want to say something—to beg him to stay, to promise that you can make this work—but you know that words will only push him further away. So instead, you cling to him in silence, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’ll change his mind.

For a few moments, you stand there in the dimly lit room, wrapped up in each other as though the rest of the world has disappeared. His heart beats against your ear, steady but hesitant, and you close your eyes, savoring the feeling of being held by him one last time.

“I wish things were different,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper against your hair.

You pull back slightly, just enough to look up at him. His eyes are filled with a sadness you’ve never seen before, and it’s like looking into a mirror—seeing your own heartbreak reflected back at you.

“They could be different, Theo,” you say, voice barely audible. “We could make this work. We just have to try.”

He shakes his head, his expression pained. “You don’t understand. There are things I can’t change, things that are out of my control.” His gaze drops, and for a moment, he looks like he’s on the verge of saying something more, of telling you the truth behind his walls, but then he swallows it down, retreating once again.

And you’re left standing there, holding onto a love that’s slipping through your fingers, watching as he turns away.

“Please,” you say again, voice choked with emotion. “Just… one more moment.”

He stops, his back to you, and for a second, you think he might turn around, might come back to you. But when he speaks, his voice is barely a whisper, and you know it’s the last thing he’ll ever say to you.

“Goodbye.”

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[heycallmeplease]

Was your star next to mine ?

[thefriendlyneighborhoodqueer]

i’m so sorry but i just saw a post about duke’s eyes glowing and now i NEED to see fanart with jason and duke, the Glowing Eyes Bros TM

i’m picturing them on a midnight snack run in the manor kitchen, but just chilling in the dark

Bruce, getting back from a late patrol, wanting a midnight snack, can tell someone’s in the kitchen but it is pitch black : ….

Bruce : Who’s in here?

Jason and Duke :

[literaryvein-references]

When your Character...

Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight

Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love

Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns

is...

A Ballerina ⚜ A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Child ⚜ A Cheerleader

A Cowboy ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer ⚜ A Pirate ⚜ A Spy

A Wheelchair User ⚜ A Zombie ⚜ Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk

Funny ⚜ In a Coma ⚜ In a Secret Society ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy

needs...

A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison

A Coping Strategy ⚜ A Drink ⚜ A Medicinal Herb ⚜ A Mentor

Money ⚜ A Persuasion Tactic ⚜ A Quirk ⚜ To be Killed Off

To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound ⚜ To Self-Reflect

To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ To Swear

loves...

Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils

Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Herbal Remedies ⚜ Honey

Mushrooms ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Perfumes

Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Argue ⚜ To Insult ⚜ To Kiss

To Make False Claims ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga

has/experiences...

Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings

Bruises ⚜ Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness

Facial Hair ⚜ Fainting ⚜ Fevers ⚜ Food Allergies

Food Poisoning ⚜ Fractures ⚜ Frostbite ⚜ Hypothermia

Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Kidnapping ⚜ Manipulation ⚜ Mutism

Pain ⚜ Paranoia ⚜ Poisoning ⚜ More Pain & Violence

Scars ⚜ Trauma ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds

[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]

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