#we do be runnin’ runnin’ and runnin’ runnin’

[illbegottenfaith]

2001 - theo nott x reader

Honey, what you runnin' from? When you comin' back to bed? Toss and turnin' all night long with me instead Honey, what you runnin' from? Where the hell you headed to? Do you like the way I run after you?

or, theo doesn’t understand what’s holding you back from taking things further

a/n - I think I would classify this soft core smut at best? But adding an 18+ tag jic

tropes/warnings - 18+ MDNI, fluff

word count - 1.6k

“Fucking hell. Hide me.”

You shrunk yourself down the best that you could behind your best friend, Ivy, laser-focused on the boy at the other end of the hallway. Ivy rolled her eyes, making no effort to help.

“I can’t believe you still won’t tell me what happened that night. It can’t have been that bad.”

“It was,” you muttered, stupidly trying to get Ivy to cooperate. It was no easy task, especially on days like today when she was feeling particularly stubborn, which was a problem since the boy looked fully intent on approaching them.

“Will you relax? You look like an idiot. Like an even bigger idiot than usual. He probably doesn’t even remember whatever-“

“Ivy. Happy birthday. Sorry I couldn’t make it to the party.”

Damn. You thought you had more time. Curse him and his unfairly long legs. Ivy did the grown-up thing, which was literally anything other than pretending she didn’t see him. “It’s alright, Theo. You can make it up to me next year.”

��How was it?”

“It was nice, actually. We got a discount on -“

Ivy was cut off by a gentle tug, revealing a hunched-over you. You straightened hastily, clearing your throat, refusing to meet his gaze.

“L/N.”

“Nott.”

“Planning on dropping by tonight?”

You put on a straight face, looking politely confused. “Hm?”

“The party. Tonight.”

“Oh. Where?”

Theo narrowed his eyes, and your face burned under the intensity of his gaze. It took everything you had to keep your features schooled while he shamelessly searched your face for what felt like far too long.

“The Slytherin common room,” he replied, finally tearing his eyes away from you. You relaxed, blinking hard and a little breathless, your palms a little clammy. “Can’t miss it. Just follow the stench of firewhiskey and bad ideas.”

Internally, you nearly passed out. Externally, you shrugged noncommittally. “Sure. Maybe.” Definitely not. You weren’t going to spend a second longer in Theo’s presence if you could help it. 

You and Ivy get to the party and, as expected, you’re abandoned the second she finds Ivan through the crowd. You wander around before you decide to join a group of Slytherins on the couches, next to Theo. You get handed a drink. It burns your throat and makes your eyes water. The loud bass starts to sound more tolerable. Another drink. Theo’s frowning at you. You wonder if anyone’s told him how good concern looks on his face. Everything is now ten times funnier. You press up against Theo, laughing yourself silly, leaning into his touch as he drapes an arm around you. Another drink. You’re more than lightly flushed. Theo places a hand on your thigh. You don’t move it away. 

Eventually, you end up pressed against the door of Theo’s room, your mouths a heady mess of heat, teeth and tongues, your bodies moulding to each other’s. Your eyes flutter shut, blissfully able to let go with your senses dulled by alcohol. You can’t tell if it’s the music or your pulse vibrating through your body, but you’re aching for his touch. He presses a knee against your core and you groan into his mouth, melting into a boneless mush in his arms.

“Theodore,” you sighed desperately, breath catching in your throat. It was enough to slow his ministrations on your neck which had been filling your head with the most delicious kind of static. You never used his first name despite your best friends being glued by the lips since sixth year, mostly because you never went beyond exchanging civil pleasantries. Occasionally, you’d have a chat that wasn’t entirely unpleasant, or you’d let your thoughts wander to his disarming blue eyes or wicked smile, but that was it. It never did, and it never could, go any further than that. You were too different. It would never work. You’d only be setting yourself up for heartbreak. Nothing good could come of entangling with the illustrious Theodore Nott, figuratively or otherwise.

And to use his first name was to acknowledge the existence of this softer, kinder Theo - a version worlds away from that Nott boy with the aloof face and the piercing eyes. He hummed against your neck, thumbs restlessly skimming the waistband of your skirt.

“We can’t - we shouldn’t,” you continued, once you were able to make sense of your fuzzy thoughts. You pushed him back gently, cool air rushing in to douse the heat of the moment. ���Our friends have a whole thing. We’d only get in the way. It’s just a bad idea.”

His hands stilled on your hips. “I don’t understand. What about our thing?”

He looked so dazed and so adorably dishevelled that you almost felt sorry for him. It was late, Theo’s words sounded dangerously close to slurring, and if you were being honest, you should have left the party hours ago. You stroked his cheek absentmindedly before gingerly slipping out of his hold, recovering your shirt. You slipped it on, fumbling at rhe buttons with trembling fingers, and turned back to see Theo still watching you, uncomprehending, his swollen lips parted in confusion.

“Get some sleep, Nott. You’ll get what I mean in the morning.”

“Bye, Theo,” Ivy was saying now. “Give Ivan a kiss for me.”

“Should I feel him up while I’m at it?”

“It only seems right to give him the full experience.”

Ivy grinned as he walked off while you all but dragged her down the hall towards your next class.

“Aw, come on, Y/N, he’s not that bad.” She glanced at you, eyes twinkling with mirth. “You know, I always thought he has a thing for y-“

“Aren’t you late for Herbology?”

Ivy cursed as she fumbled at her wristwatch, hurrying down the corridor. In about a minute, she’d realise that she didn’t have Herbology today, but you decided to let her find that out herself.

Hours later, you were holed up in the library, desperately trying to plug your ears with all the ruckus going on floors below. Trying to focus was a losing battle.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Your head snapped up too see Theo leaning against one of the bookshelves. Busted. To be fair, she was nowhere near the world’s best liar, so it was doubtful whether he had even believed her in the first place.

“Nott,” you greeted, in a pleasant enough voice. “Is that the time? I hadn’t realised the party had already started.”

The music continued blasting, more than audible to the two of them. Theo arched an eyebrow, slowly walking over, and you had the decency to look embarrassed over your bald-faced lie.

“I was planning to drop by later.”

“Well, you should.”

“Maybe I will:”

“It’s almost as fun as that last party ages ago.”

You stiffened at the memory. “Ah. Yes.”

Theo leaned over you, broad-shouldered and hypnotising. He dragged his gaze across you inch by agonising inch, undressing you with his eyes. You were starting to feel uncomfortably warm in your uniform. He dropped his voice.

“First and last time I see you in my bed, hmm?”

You choked, failing to suppress the shiver prickling over your skin. “That’s - stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Talking like…that.” You felt your face heat up all over again, cursing yourself for your inability to even pretend to keep your cool in front of him. “Looking at me like that.”

His gaze flickered to your chest, so brief you’d have missed it if you blinked. “Like what?” 

You let out a frustrated, overwhelmed sigh, your brain becoming oddly fixated on the memory of his hands on your hips, travelling up your ribcage, at the nape of your neck, grip tightening on your waist -

“Go on. Use your words.”

His breath tickled the shell of your ear, the closest he’d been to you since that night. 

“Like…like you actually want me. Like I’m something special.”

“You are something special.”

You groaned and looked away. “I’m seeing someone,” you tried, half-heartedly. Theo snorted.

“What, that Davies guy? Yeah, like that’s going to last.”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel all that indignant on Davies’ behalf. Not that you were going to let Theo know that. “I’ll have you know that Mac is a perfect gentleman.”

“My point is-“ Theo started, irritatedly. You took a perverse sort of pleasure in ruffling his feathers. “- why the fuck are we talking about Davies when you could be in my bed, doing far more interesting things with that mouth?”

“Or maybe it’s something else entirely. Perhaps you like having me run after you. Is that where you get off, hmm? The thrill of the chase? Being a tease?”

“I am not a -“ you began hotly, before you caught the mischievous twinkle in his eye. You rolled your eyes. “You’re too cocky for your own good,” you muttered. 

“I thought you like me cocky,” he teased. His expression softened the next second and you watched him trace lazy circles on your wrist.

“Besides…I’ve never tried this hard to get into someone’s pants.”

You gave a shaky laugh. Theo bent down once more, this time to press a kiss to your lips, then another, and another, until you were lying on your back on the table, looking sinfully ravished, blouse long forgotten.

One night couldn’t hurt, could it?

[greer-morgan]

"I don't think it’s even about people bein’ good or not, Colt," she pointed out. She didn’t believe in some intrinsic good in humanity, but she knew the pain of loving where you'd come from and seeing it failed over and over. Greer loved Ten— the roaring thunder of spring when rain came down in sheets. She loved when spring turned into seemingly endless summer as it was cooked into something dry and dusty under unrelenting sun. She loved the raging bonfires, and the home-brewed liquor, and the way people danced a two-step when they'd had a little too much of either. People in Ten were hard working, but they had so little to show for it. "It's the people up above 'em that're the problem. Ain't anybody ever been in charge that didn't jus' wanna get theirs and screw everybody else." People she shared blood with, people like Snow, and people like Cacus, too, as it turned out. Maybe that was a simplistic view given the war effort, but Greer couldn't bear to give the Vox the benefit of the doubt anymore.

"Everybody got used in thinkin' the Vox actually stood for somethin'," she countered. Greer was bitter, having let herself hope that maybe there was a life worth building under the Vox— that there was a version of this life that was free of the Games. But no, Greer was left to stew alone in a selfishness that she'd created— that Ten was populated enough and poor enough that it'd forever be someone else's child sent into an arena. "Doesn't matter if you're on a poster, or on a front line, or anywhere else. We all bought their shit, and now we're here runnin' their Games, and there ain't really a damn thing to do about it."

Colton frowned when Greer shared the idea of the simple fact that maybe Panem really was just that awful of a place. That maybe they'd always be cursed to have leaders who don't care about them, who saw them as things to use for an end. He let out a long sigh, eyes big and doe-like in his sadness. "I just really don't want that to be true though. That Panem is just awful. I want to believe that we as a people are actually good."

Colt had always been an optimist, he had to be, he was always searching for the silver linings, the benefits to even the worst situation, and right now even he was having a hard time with that....because it just seemed like there were so many better ways to drum up support for the war effort, which was important because the Tarren were dangerous.

"Yeah, but.....it wasn't everyone else who happily went along with the Capitol for as long as I did. I thought I was really helping people.....that I was really bringing some good into people's lives. Then I did the same thing with Vox, because I thought they were fixing those mistakes.....you aren't the one with your face slapped on posters telling people, vox rocks, it makes me feel dirty....used?"

[winedogs]

GET STARTED. GET STUPID.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOH YEAH BABY! PARTY TIME BABY! MUSIC! DRINKS! SOCIAL PRESSURE & A PSYCHEDELIC BREAK DOWN! WELCOME TO VAMPIRE SOCIETY MOTHERFUCKER! ARE YOU SCARED? DO YOU UNDERSTAND YET? ITS OKAY IF NOT. FIRE DISSOLVED IT! ITS ALL GONE NOW. HAVE FUN!

[thecolorsfucked]

ive never voted for president and im keepin it that way

argue w ya mama

[femme-enby]

Btw I saw Deadpool & wolverine, finally, and I will say this-

Whether romantically, platonically, queerly, or whatever else or whatever biggie sized combo deal, I believe they love each other.

The fights? A testament to their love. I don’t just playfight w anyone. I’m small but still worried I could hurt someone, or they might get serious & hurt me. My partner is the only one I’ll playfight. We will go damn near full on WWE, or like two cats scrappin in an alley. After we’re all tuckered out and bc I can still be a lil crazy my partner will just tuck me in or lay on me (that good ol heated weighted blanket move) till he squishes out the last of my crazy.

The verbal bashing? Two fucked up people occasionally misplacing their frustrations. Two fucked up people getting on the others last fuckin nerve. Two people who know EXACTLY how to press each other’s buttons despite not even knowing each other that long bc y’all can just… read each other. A blessing and a curse bc sometimes you do be a lil too snarky, and y’all gotta sort that out.

Do I believe two fucked up people can fix each other? Rarely. Very rarely. Do I think two fucked up people getting together is a good idea? Generally no.

But it happens, and sometimes… sometimes, it can be good. Or at least, good enough for them.

[darkvolley]

Theres some kind of bigger thing here I wanna explain but Im not really sure what it is or how to explain it, but basically I think wandering around lost for three hours at 10 years old is vital to the KH1 experience

[gifti3]

I didnt get any notifs gahhh

[yuukimiyas]

૮Ꮚ⑅ ˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈꒱ა floatin by to delicately kiss your cheek before tuckin you in all cozy!! i did so much more than i originally planned on doin today ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა but i got lots & lots done to prep for my upcomin vacay & for a wedding i’m goin to tmrw!! :3 eeep!! i’m so excited!! make sure you’re getting the best rest tonight, okay? g’night!! <3

[neonsbian]

listened to istj by nct dream. um, that sure was a song

[milkpretzels]

i thought buying kfc yesterday was my shameful lil secret but tumblr giving me ads for it just reminds me that my entire browsing and purchasing history is logged and weaponized by every bank and corporation

[shoezuki]

Bleached part of my hair. I jus had Really grown out roots n i meant to jus bleach those but there was too much so i got most of it. Gonna go blue/green tomorrow but bein bleach blonde is so strange cuz this was my natural hair colour when i was a kid

[lorepossum]

Blake is a fucking stupid ass bitch and I will say that on record, holy shit you fuckin idiot.

[peniswizard69]

Yeah I'm in STEM

Somebody once

Told me the world is gonna roll me I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb In the shape of an "L" on her forehead Well, the years start comin' and they don't stop comin' Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin' Didn't make sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb So much to do, so much to see So what's wrong with taking the backstreets? You'll never know if you don't go (W-w-wacko) You'll never shine if you don't glow Hey now, you're an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star Get the show on, get paid (And all that glitters is gold) Only shootin' stars break the mold It's a cool place, and they say it gets colder You're bundled up now, wait 'til you get older But the meteor men beg to differ Judging by the hole in the satellite picture The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin The water's gettin' warm so you might as well swim My world's on fire, how 'bout yours? That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored Hey now, you're an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star Get the show on, get paid (All that glitters is gold) Only shootin' stars break the mold Hey now, you're an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star Get the show on, get paid (And all that glitters is gold) Only shooting stars… Somebody once asked, "Could I spare some change for gas? I need to get myself away from this place" I said, "Yep, what a concept I could use a little fuel myself and we could all use a little change" Well, the years start comin' and they don't stop comin' Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin' Didn't make sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb So much to do, so much to see So what's wrong with taking the backstreets? You'll never know if you don't go (Go!) You'll never shine if you don't glow Hey now, you're an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star Get the show on, get paid (And all that glitters is gols) Only shootin' stars break the mold (And all that glitters is gold) Only shootin' stars break the mold

Engineering

Math

[mintycurry]

entering my lovergirl era

[ardentistella]

So, first post. Time to release my inner demons-