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-> slytherin boys
-> theodore nott
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latest works
-> 03.10.2026 - beacon hills broadcast - isaac lahey x reader
-> 02.22.2026 - have a little summer fun - isaac lahey x fem!reader
-> 02.17.2026 - you haven't seen my man - isaac lahey x fem!reader
-> 02.17.2026 - wanna be a victim - isaac lahey x fem!reader
Helloooo Oml I love your fics sm and the way your brain works !!!!!! Congatulations on the milestone. You deserve all the love and support!
For groceries, can I have some eggs pls? From Slytherin boys
Short desc: Average height(for an asian) with messy black hair (call me harry potter bc I can never manage to make it behave despite it being straight?? Wtff??). Im also very chalant and nonchalant at the same time. Its an art form.
Bit of a nerd. Not a top student but I have my geeky hobbies I suppose. Bro Ive always wanted to know wth they studied in arthimancy. House = gryffindor (slytherin fics with gryffindor are a rare breed). I have a sweet tooth its genuinely a problem. I would love collecting chocco frog cards (but I lost all my pokemon cards so what would I know). Im also really absent minded. Like really. I have lost 3 different phones. Not even stolen, just forgot abt them midway. I like reading, mainly fanfics (obvi), science stuff and philosophy (yet nothing sticks). I do love math (translates to arthimancy ig?) And drawing (mostly anime girls and miku. I could theoretically draw guys but theyd all end up looking like femboys so idk)
I am a very curious person and have been brought up to be career focused so romance is like a fairytale (a good thing honestly.) And I do enjoy spending time with myself and my friends. But honestly I am pretty idgaf abt people and drama in general (situationships dont exist imma be fr and I am on the spectrum so maybe thats why lmao)
I would hate history of magic with a passion (maybe not the subject,but the professor. Its nothing personal). Id be barely scrapping Ds in that subject.
If you can decipher any of this, Ill hand you your bachelors in psych bro youve earned it.
Oh and Im a girl. Congrats on 1400 !! This event is such a cool idea and I hope your pillow stays ice cold on all surfaces.
Thank you thank you!
I ship you with theodore!! although I did strongly consider mattheo
(hear me out here :))
I think you and theo would've been formally introduced during a potions assignment wherein slughorn played into his usual antics of pairing up people from different houses to encourage "inter-house mingling".
theo is very very similar with his school habits (intelligent but doesn't overdo it) and really, really shy so I think the first time that you heard him really do an in-depth explanation on the purpose of stirring clockwise exactly three times would be a little bit of a shock. that being said, theo also isn't really one for drama so when you guys end up in the same social situation after becoming close friends, you both tend to linger in the shadows together and have debates on who's collected more chocolate frog cards.
he swears up and down that it's him but everytime he's in hogsmeade, he picks up a couple frogs and gives most of them to you.
I think that theo would be the kind of boyfriend that's really perceptive and I believe that his primary love language would be acts of service which both work really well in your guys' dynamic. he reminds you of any big assignment deadlines and he sets multiple alarms for you in the morning just in case you want to snooze a little.
as italian!theo he has a really deep appreciation for art so sometimes he's completely content to just be with you while you draw or if you don't like to be watched, he'll just read a book and wait for you to finish so you can show it off to him.
as far as history of magic goes, he also hates it and professor binns is, as he puts it, "excruciatingly boring". because of this, he tries to convince you to skip literally every class period. when you agree, you both find something to do that doesn't draw unwarranted attention (i.e. sneaking into the slytherin common room and making smores over the fireplace). when you don't agree to skip, he'll sit dutifully next to you and make random scribbles and sketches onto spare parchment.
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synopsis - theodore nott has always loved you. but he’s never confessed. he knew loving you has always terrified him because losing you would ruin him completely.
slow burn, hea, curse words, mention of god and catholicism, cursing
my bookcase theodore nott
theodore nott did not love you loudly, violently, or boastfully.
no, he loved you quietly. inevitably.
not because he was ashamed of it, nor because he wanted to keep you hidden away. but because he believed that some things were far too important to handle carelessly.
theo always, always, handled you like something precious. something coveted by all.
because to him, that’s what you’ve always been.
the only issue being, he’d stayed quiet for so long, content to be your closest friend, that he wasn’t even sure you knew of his feelings.
scratch that, he was certain that you didn’t know of his feelings.
theodore nott had, for all intents and purposes, friendzoned himself, as it were.
and for a while, he was okay with that. because labeling something?
that makes it fragile. breakable.
except now, it was all he had in him to stand off in the shadows of the darkening corridor, fists clenched white with barely restrained rage as he watched adrian pucey attempt to make a move on you.
before he knew what he was doing, he’d stalked over to you and flung one large, heavy arm over your shoulder. he wasn’t subtle about the way that he pulled you closer.
he was even less subtle about the way that he glared at adrian with a look so venomous, even a snake would slither away.
theo doesn’t let up until his opponent stalked away, pridefully trying to keep the dejection out of his features.
honestly, theo was a little surprised. he’d expected more pushback from adrian. he’d expected at least an insult or snide comment. maybe even a hex.
what he had not expected was to turn towards you and be met with a scathing look.
“what? oh andiamo bellissima, don’t tell me you actually wanted pucey to be hitting on you?” theo’s tone was dripping with contempt and exasperation.
he watches as you cross your arms, a petulant groan escaping your soft lips. admittedly, he’s only half listening to you as you tell him off about…
well, something.
theo’s eyes slowly travel your face, and then your body, head to toe. he finds himself distracted by the way the hem of your skirt hits the soft skin of your thighs.
even more completely enamored with the way your lips wrap around each word.
he has to recite a few boring prayers in latin from his nonna’s lectures about his lifestyle just to keep himself from boring holes into your chest as it rises and falls with your frustration.
“it’s not just that, theodore!”
the use of his full name by his best friend snaps him back to reality.
this was more than your usual whining at theo’s antics. or the way he’d always force you to eat some of your vegetables at dinner.
no, this was genuine.
“you always come between me and any guy! you— you say sweet things like you might— and then you just don’t! but oh, merlin forbid some other guy is interested in me!”
theo really doesn’t appreciate what you’re insinuating.
it’s only half true after all. sure he does chase guys away, and he absolutely sweet talks you, but he doesn’t do it to lead you on or to make you miserable.
he does it because he wants you in a way he knows he can’t have you.
but theo doesn’t tell you this. no, theo watches in complete silence as you scoff and turn heel on him.
in fact, theo has been doing nothing but watching recently.
watching you ignore him for the past two and a half weeks.
watching you laugh with your friends at your own table at meal times.
watching you walk right past him at your usual study time in the library.
watching you look through him at this very moment as he corners you.
theo watches you for another second after that. like he’s waiting for you to look back at him. like you always do.
you don’t.
your shoulder brushes past his as you move to leave and something in him finally snaps loose.
“stop.”
it comes out rougher than he means for it to.
you pause at the end of the corridor but don’t turn around immediately. when you finally face him, your expression is exhausted. not angry. not even really sad anymore.
just tired.
theo thinks for a fleeting moment that he’d prefer if you screamed at him again.
“what, theodore?”
and there it is again.
theodore.
not theo. not some sarcastic nickname muttered under your breath.
just theodore.
like you’re trying to remind yourself he’s only a person.
his throat tightens.
“you think i don’t let people near you because i like messing with your life?” he asks quietly.
“i think you don’t know what you want.”
the words land cleanly between his ribs. because the worst part is that maybe you’re right.
theo knows what it’s like to want in ugly ways. he knows obsession and jealousy and possession because he grew up surrounded by men who mistook those things for love.
but this thing with you has never felt ugly. and that’s how he knows.
“i know what i want,” he says resolutely.
you laugh once, humorless. “really? because from where i’m standing, it just feels like you want me close enough that nobody else can have me.”
theo flinches, brow furrowed and frown deepening. the silence stretches.
outside, thunder rumbles somewhere beyond the castle walls.
you look at him then. really look at him. and your face softens for half a second.
“that’s the problem, theo,” you continue quietly. “i know you better than anyone and i still don’t know what any of this means to you.”
his chest caves in a little at that. because you do know him.
you know he takes his tea with too much sugar when he hasn’t slept.
you know he reads the last page of books first because he hates uncertainty.
you know he gets quiet on the anniversary of his mother’s death and mean when he’s scared and restless when he cares too much.
you know every ruined and ugly thing about him.
but not this. never this.
theo drags a hand down his face before looking at you again. if he doesn’t get this out now, he knows he never will. that he’ll have to live the rest of his days watching you be happy with someone else.
“do you know how awful it is,” he says softly, “to be around someone all the time and still feel like they’ve barely touched the surface of you?”
your expression falters.
“theo—”
“i know you,” he cuts in, voice gentler now. “i know the sound you make when you’re trying not to laugh in the library. i know you hate pumpkin pastries but eat them anyway because pansy likes them. i know you pretend not to care about quidditch scores but you always ask draco who won.”
he steps closer, hand coming up to cup your jaw like it belongs there. like he belongs with you.
“and i know that every time someone looks at you for too long, i feel sick over it. i am,” he pauses, eyes flicking as he searches for an appropriate word. “i am undone by you.”
you stare at him. silent, breathing unevenly, chest doing that fucking heaving thing that threatens to bring him to his knees.
theo swallows hard.
“but i don’t know how to do this,” he admits. “because you’re my best friend and if i ruin this, i ruin everything.”
your eyes finally soften completely at that.
“theo,” you whisper.
he shakes his head once, desperate suddenly.
“i wish you could know me the way i know you,” he says. “not this version of me that jokes and picks fights and acts like none of this matters.”
his voice drops. “mio dio, i wish you knew how much it matters.”
you’re close enough now that he can see the exact moment your anger breaks apart. and when you speak, your voice sounds small.
“then tell me.”
theo looks at you for a long moment. then, very carefully, like he’s handing you something fragile enough to shatter in your palms, he says,
“i think i’ve been in love with you for a while.”
you exhale shakily, the only sound in the otherwise silent corridor.
“oh.”
theo huffs out a laugh at that, eyes dropping to the floor for a second and sarcasm rising to the surface like a defense mechanism. “yeah. brilliant response, really.”
but then your hand slips into his sleeve, fingers curling lightly around his wrist.
and theo goes quiet.
“i think,” you murmur slowly, “that maybe i’ve been waiting for you to say that for even longer.”
and then he kisses you. and that’s what really undoes him.
tw - jason and reader are married; nothing gender specific; nothing appearance specific on reader or the twins; jason picks reader up
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I hc that Jason and reader would be parents to twins.
Like I can picture him coming home after a day full of running errands and your twin little girls who just recently turned four take off towards the door the second they hear his motorcycle pull into the garage.
Once he actually hits the front door, he can smell the fresh cookies that you'd made with the girls. You're curled up on your guys' massive couch that he insisted on getting so he could cuddle with every piece of his heart at the same time.
Jason has like three seconds max before each of his calves has one of his daughters attached to it with a collective chorus of 'Daddy!'.
He doesn’t even attempt to keep a big ass grin from splitting his face. Instead, he just reaches down and carefully pries them off, picking them up in his big, strong arms and proceeding forward until he’s standing in front of you, one tiny little human in each arm with a panty-dropping smile.
Meanwhile you’re busy trying to ignore how hot he looks. The broad expanse of his shoulders, the thickness of his chest. The way that his biceps flex as the girls squirm in his hold.
You look up, his smile morphing into a cocky grin as he catches you checking him out. Your husband gets this glint of mirth in his eyes and the next thing you know, he’s shifted both girls to one arm and thrown you over his shoulder.
You’re protesting, mouth full of complaints and warnings about hurting himself. Jason just gives you a look that you know means, ‘Are you serious? I’ve fought Solomon Grundy’.
The more you chastise him about being careful, the more he smiles at you until you finally fall silent after he says something stupidly sweet about holding his entire world in his arms.
— aka jason knows better than to let anyone get away with hurting you
———
your eyes trace the brown-yellow bruise forming on your wrist, the consequence of some asshole on the street too drunk to remember it isn’t polite to grab pretty girls. you would’ve let it go, really, it’s gotham, this kind of thing happens. unfortunately for the poor bastard, he had the misfortune of forgetting his sense in front of jason todd.
you try to hide the bruise before your boyfriend can see it, sliding the tarnished patch of skin under the sleeve of your jacket with haste— but he catches it anyways. of course he does. you can faintly see shocks of green lightning crackling in his ocean blue eyes, a precursor to the white hot rage stemming from his chest to the rest of his body.
you gently squeeze his arm, noting how tense the muscles in his bicep are. you know jason. you know he loves you differently— like you’re something fragile. he worships you, taking care of you like you’re a marble statue and he’s terrified of finding cracks. so something as small as a bruise, no matter how tiny or how minor, it makes him lose control.
he gently removes your hand from his arm, pressing a chaste kiss against your bruise. “why don’t you go back to that café, yeah? i’ll join you in a minute.” he says, looking down at you with a soft smile. if you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he’d completely gotten over the situation, happy as a clam.
but you do know him, and you know that the way his shoulders are tensed and his free hand is fisted in the pocket of his jacket means that he’s enraged.
“jay—“
he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, giving you a gentle smile. “please, baby. i don’t want you to see this.”
you should stop it. you should try. but he’s looking at you like that and your morals suddenly become incredibly loose. you hesitate, remembering the waves of repulsion you felt moments ago when that idiot bastard yanked you towards him. “just… don’t hurt him bad.”
jason nods, turning you around and guiding you forward, watching until you turn towards the cafe before he focuses his attention on the man, who is still too piss drunk to comprehend how badly he had fucked up. you hear jason before the door fully closes behind you, an echo of “so you think that’s how you should treat a woman?”
he’s terrifying. that drunk idiot must be terrified.
and he’s yours. scary dog privileges and all that. it makes you feel warm, safe, loved, protected— you’re irrevocably in love with that. with him.
he comes back in a few minutes, maybe fifteen? the wait stretched on for hours in your mind. his knuckles are bloody, but none of it is his. he cleans up in the bathroom before sliding next to you on the cushioned side of your half-booth, wrapping an arm and your shoulder, breathing you in like a man starved.
“he’s fine.” he says quietly, so only you can hear it. “just made sure he learned to keep his hands to himself.”
you close your eyes, leaning into him, into his warmth. you don’t say anything— you don’t have to, the way you bury yourself against him is admission enough. his arms wrap around you and the bruise fades back into your skin. your heart beats with more love than you thought it capable of producing, your chest swelling like it’s about to burst.
you press a gentle kiss against his chest and everything makes sense again.
———
it’s always when i say i’m not gonna write that inspiration strikes
the slytherin boys as taylor swift songs by album
> the tortured poets department
> evermore
> 1989
> speak now
texts w the slytherin boys | different texts I think the slytherin boys would send you.
> theodore
my favs:
* "T" for Theodore | request: hi!! would it be okay if you did r21 + f20 for theodore nott?? would love a sweet fluff story where theo and the f!reader are just in love and in a lovely relationship, where theo gives her a necklace/ring which ever? not anything crazy or super tooth rottingly sweet <3
* and now im covered in you | sweet, fluffy, amortentia trope | theo finds himself crushing on hogwarts' resident ball of sunshine hufflepuff but tries to force himself to stay away.
> "sweet like cinnamon" | sweet, fluffy, hates everyone but you trope | not an exact sequel, but adjacent | is it possible that the entire time you've been dating theo, you've somehow not noticed that he's only this sweet with you?
* all i do is try, try, try | bittersweet, fluff at the end, happily ever after | when you start to push theodore away, he knows something is wrong. but maybe he'll be the first one to fight for you
* you should be | angst, dead!reader, vengeful!theo | theo's father had beaten it into him to be ruthless despite theo's inherently soft nature. after you're killed in a death eater attacked lead by theo's dad, theodore finally learns to be ruthless.
* crawl home to her | fluff, angst | 2.6k - you and theo had always been enemies and you thought he hated you until you found out that he loves you so much it hurts
> part two: if the world was ending | fluff, angst | 1.7k
* two worlds collided | arranged marriage trope, malfoy reader| 2.6k - when nott sr is trying to find theodore a bride, your father takes this as the perfect opportunity.
other works:
i'm never gonna break that vow | a little cheesy, hurt to comfort | theo is used to people not staying. he's used to people leaving. so when he shows up to hogwarts this year with a fresh dark mark, he expects you to do the same. but you're not like anyone that's ever been in his life before.
casual | unestablished relationship | 2.4k - theo has tried to be casual with you for as long as he can stomach. because having you in this way is better than not having you at all. but after you show up injured, he's ready to risk it all.
just to sit outside your door | reunited childhood friends | theo and reader who are childhood friends before readers family moved away and they get reunited years later at hogwarts. theo makes it his mission to get reader to fall in love with him
the long way around |academic rival trope, banter | longtime academic rivals turned unspeakables, you and theo nott are thrown into a dangerous, chaotic time-travel mission after a stolen time-turner goes off course
you, me, and a recipe | request; Imagine Theo with a (Hufflepuff) reader whose always bringing him things to cook.
hurry up and wait | when your sister leaves during her 7th year to help harry hunt horcruxes, you're left to fend for yourself.
love you for a lifetime | soulmate au | prompt - you see the world in black and white until you meet your soulmate. when you meet them, everything explodes into color.
if my wishes came true | bittersweet, angst, blurb | how you so desperately wanted theo to be the one for you
good ones never wait | fluff, hufflepuff reader | 1.5k - you and theo have been secretly crushing on each other for years until finally, your friends nudge you in the right direction (a part of my taylor swift lyric prompts)
shiny things rust | angst, semi-happy ending | 1.2k - theo just recently got his dark mark and is trying really hard just to stay sane. reader finds him on the astronomy tower one night in bad shape and they have an unexpected heart to heart.
the knockout chronicles | request, fluffy | 701 - you accidentally get hit while trying to break up a fight
promise. | fluffy (minor angst) | 3.4k - as you quite literally stumble upon the enigmatic persona of theodore nott, you unintentionally become entangled in the intrigue surrounding him
italian theo
* oh bella | fluffy | 2.2k - 3 times the reader teases Theo’s Italian roots + 1 time she celebrates them
italian theo headcanons | sweet, headcanons | 1.6k - all the ways that theo is noticeably italian
* one last souvenir from my trip to your shores | bittersweet, fluff, happy ending, theo’s pov | 1.1k - theo has a heart heavy moment with the memory of his mother during your guys’ summer break in italy
series
thirteen | taylor swift song inspired mini-series | ongoing | 5/15 parts published - amidst the turmoil of your final years at hogwarts, you found your heart intertwined with theodore nott's. despite the darkness looming, your love for each other bloomed like a rare flower. but destiny, ever fickle, seemed determined to tear you apart.
i miss you, the breakup | angst series w eventual hea | ongoing | 2/2 parts published - you can't believe that after three years with your best friend, things are just over.
-> one two
ft. mattheo riddle, theodore nott, draco malfoy, lorenzo berkshire
mattheo riddle as... TOLERATE IT
(the toxic ex)
lyrics - "Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life." + "Took this dagger in me and removed it?" + "I sit and watch you."
when you were together, you and mattheo would be constantly going in circles. I don't see mattheo as the kind of guy that would cheat necessarily because i feel like he wouldn't get into a relationship if he was just gonna cheat on you the whole time, but he is most definitely the kind of guy that has horrible habits (drugs, alcohol, etc.) and always tells you he's gonna clean himself up but never does.
as an ex, mattheo is 1000% the kind of guy that is m e s s y throughout the breakup (i.e. yelling, cursing, saying that he's better off without you) only to turn around and literally be miserable without you. and what's worse is he actually believed that he'd be better without you so now it's genuinely just wallowing in self pity. he won't outright beg for you to come back to him, but you'll never truly escape him either. (he's def stalking you).
theodore nott as... EVERMORE
(the apathetic ex)
lyrics - "writing letters addressed to the fire" + "I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore" + "In the cracks of light I dreamed of you"
when you were together theo was... emotionless to be blunt. he has this "don't care" attitude that everyone thinks adds to his mysteriousness and a lot of girls find the whole act cute except... it's not really an act. he genuinely doesn't care. not that he doesn't care about you, but he's never gonna be that guy to get on his knees and pour his heart out. and you thought that you could be okay with that but his apathetic attitude carries over when you're fighting. even if you know it's not true, he gives off this energy like he could give a fuck less if y'all broke up and that is ultimately what does you in.
as your ex theo is going to wholeheartedly avoid you. he won't stare at you or ask about you or even really acknowledge that you exist. however, internally, theo is FIGHTING within his own head. your breakup kind of blindsided him in the sense that he saw it coming but he wasn't expecting it to affect him this much. that part is entirely new for him. i'm a little undecided on if i think that he would be silently hoping y'all got back together or if he would just push his feelings down like usual.
draco malfoy as... CLOSURE
(the bitter ex)
lyrics - "It cut deep to know you, right to the bone" + "I know that it's over, I don't need your closure" + "But it's fake and it's oh so unnecessary"
when you were together draco was like your best friend in the world. you guys are super close, spend all your time together, laugh, joke, eat, whatever. it's very... strange when you start to have issues because it sort of catches both of y'all off guard. i would argue though that draco feels way less prepared to deal with arguments. with his parents, they always just kind of ignore it and then are back to normal the next day. and he doesn't really realize that that's not gonna work until y'all break up.
as an ex draco is somewhat of a petulant child throwing a fit. the fact that y'all were such good friends when you were together honestly just makes this all the more confusing because how did he go from being besties to literally just like... pretending he never knew you?! he's incredibly bitter and his pride is hurt a little that you even had the nerve to breakup with him. i think that with some coaxing, IF you wanted to, you could probably get him back into a relationship but he would definitely require some serious work.
lorenzo berkshire as... RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME
(the on-again off-again ex)
lyrics - "break-ups happen everyday you don't have to lose it" + "if our love died young, I can't bear witness" + " but if you ever think you got it wrong, i'm right where you left me"
when you were together you and enzo were often called the perfect couple. you grew up together and it was really easy for you guys to fall back into this rhythm of blossoming feelings no matter how much time passes, but it's a very round and round thing where you're kind of getting together, breaking up, missing each other, getting back together. it's definitely not the healthiest relationship but enzo feels like a warm hug in the absolute best way and it's something you have a hard time walking away from.
as your ex, enzo snaps right back into place as your best friend. i think of the four boys he's the most accommodating to what you need, the most "water under the bridge" kind of ex. neither of you hold what happened during the relationship against the other, even if it's something that you would normally hold a grudge on. with enzo, you inevitably end up forgiving him and, as time has told, end up getting back together.
hi!!!! congratulations!!!! i love your issac fics so much. can i please have some milk? for teen wolf please.
i'm 5'3, i have short (like collarbone length) naturally curly light brown hair. i keep my hair natural most of the time, i rarely straighten it. my eyes can be either blue or grey depending on the lighting. i keep my nails painted. i usually go for different colors depending on the season, for example i'll do darker, moodier colors for autumn and winter, and brighter, happier colors for spring and summer. my style is cottagecore. i wear glasses and can almost always be found with a hat because my eyes are very sensitive. my body is pretty curvy.
i have chronic migraines, so my day is determined upon how i feel that day. i specifically cannot do a lot leading up to my period, on my period, and like directly after. i'm basically bedridden that whole time. i'm very sarcastic and sassy. i don't like loud noises due to the chronic migraines, and i can flinch when someone talks too loud/something loud is happening. i'm not very talkative until i get to know a person, but once i know you and are very comfortable i will give full moment-by-moment breakdowns of my current hyper fixation. it can be anything from a long dead royal dynasty to a 1800's ship wreak. i'm pretty certain i am on the spectrum but i've never been formally tested. because of the chronic migraines i sleep a lot. like i slept 9 hours last night, and i took two naps today.
i'm very curious and i LOVE learning. i like reading just straight history books, but i also love fiction. i'll read basically anything but sci-fi and romance without substance. i also really love archery, i have a bow and arrows and i love practice shooting (just as a hobby i don't hunt). i also really love video games and Lego's. i'm super close with my entire family. specifically my brother and my mom. i love skincare and makeup. i have like a gravitational pull for animals and kids. i'm constantly told i'll be a wonderful mother because of how i treat kids specifically. my love language is quality time.
thank you so much and congratulations again!!!
sorry it took me so long to get to this, I've been devouring dreamlight valley on my switch in between work and my husband! (1400 followers celebration; navigation)
I ship you with Stiles!
As far as the physical goes, I really see Stiles as someone who genuinely does not care what you look like physically. He's the kind of guy that loves all women whether they be tall or short, curvy or thin, all hair types, skin colors, ethnicities, etc. That being said, he's really drawn in by your hair. He studies the texture of your hair, the tones of the color, and watches super intently to every step of your hair care routine, whatever that looks like for you.
(me personally as someone with curly hair, I tend to leave hair everywhere and it ends up in my husbands laundry, if this is you, Stiles loves finding your hair in his clothes and on his bed. He gets unreasonably excited every time he sees one of your curls on something of his.)
Your sassiness and your sarcastic comments go hand in hand with his like a puzzle piece. I picture the two of you banding together and terrorizing the rest of the pack (especially Derek, who is just way too easy and way too fun to ragebait). When you're first getting to know Stiles and you're in that shy, "can I be myself with you?" stage, he fully takes the reins on conversation. he's a certified yapper and is not afraid to fill the silence when he needs to. That being said, when you're comfortable with him and you get to the more talkative side of yourself, he will happily sit next to you and listen to you go on and on about your most recent fixation.
He also loves any time that he gets to spend with you. Whether that be taking long drives in his jeep with the radio on and singing your favorite songs, or whether it be just laying in your bed in a pitch black room in complete silence, rubbing your back soothingly as you fight off a migraine. And he's definitely the type of guy to deliver you carefully hand-picked care packages if you want space on your period or to curl around you like a snake if you want to be cuddled.
Moreover, when it comes to spending time with you, he loves to have you with him when he's researching something. Sometimes you help him pick out which books or passages are gonna be the most helpful. Sometimes it's something as simple as just being near you while he studies. Something about you just balances out his chaotic energy enough that he can really focus on whatever the task at hand is.
Finally, I think that Stiles would love how close you are to your family. Since his mother passed, his father is so important to him and he really loves that you understand him in that way. He loves that you can bond over having that level of closeness with the people who've gotten you through life. And I like to think that if your family was willing, that you would have joint get togethers like maybe barbecues for the Fourth of July or just getting together and going to dinner.
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I hope this is everything that you wanted!! I tried to incorporate as much of what you told me as possible! Thank you so much :)
I'm feeling a bit of writers block at the moment so while in between terms at university, I'm going to do a 1400 followers event! (TYSM BTW!!!)
I'm going to do the same event that I did for 1k followers!
(while I will attempt to complete everyone's ask in a timely manner, I ask that you all be patient with me)
Here are the fandoms:
Slytherin Boys
Batfamily
BNHA
Teen Wolf
S H O P P I NG L I S T
Milk - Send me an ask with your height, eye/hair color, hobbies, etc. whatever you're willing to share/think is relevant and I will ship/pair you with the character that I find most fitting from whatever universe you choose.
Eggs - Send me a song/album and up to five characters and I will assign each character to the song and create headcanons based on the song/character combination.
Bread - send me a gif for a character and I will write a short blurb based on it
Cheese - Send me three characters to f, marry, or kill, I'll answer them with detailed answers of why
Sauce - this or that. send me two options (does not have to be two characters, can be anything!). I'll pick an option and say why
Cereal - Send me a character and I will say which zodiac sign and hogwarts house I feel is most fitting for them (despite their pre-existing sign/house) and why I think that.
Coffee Creamer - Catch all! this event is all about celebrating my followers and saying thank you. Send this in with any character/universe and any request/ask you want.
thank you again for getting me this far!! :)
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theodore nott x fem!reader
synopsis - theo is used to people not staying. he's used to people leaving. so when he shows up to hogwarts this year with a fresh dark mark, he expects you to do the same. but you're not like anyone that's ever been in his life before.
warnings - dark mark, inexplicit descriptions of torture, angst/hurt to comfort
slytherin boys nav
the air in the slytherin common room shifted when he came back. not louder, not dramatic. just wrong. like something had been pulled too tight and never loosened again.
theo had always been quiet in a way that made people lean in if they wanted anything from him. this was different. this felt deliberate. cold in a way that made people stop trying.
especially you.
the first week, you told yourself it was nothing you couldn’t understand. whatever had happened over the summer, whatever he’d seen or been dragged into, it made sense that he’d come back changed. so you gave him space. left chocolates on his bed like you used to. caught his eye across the room and smiled, soft and familiar.
he never smiled back.
his gaze would pass over you like you weren’t there, like looking too long might mean something he didn’t want it to.
the second week, he started leaving.
not obviously. not enough for anyone else to comment on it. but you noticed. you always noticed. conversations cut short the second you joined them. footsteps turning the other way before you could catch up. doors closing just before you reached them.
it would’ve almost been impressive, the way he avoided you. if it didn’t make your chest feel hollow.
by the time tuesday came, you were done pretending it was something you could wait out.
the charms corridor was empty, quiet in that echoing way that made everything feel more final than it should. you caught him before he could turn, hand wrapping around his sleeve, not hard but enough.
“theo.”
he stopped. didn’t pull away. didn’t look at you either.
“what is this?” your voice came out tighter than you meant it to. “are you just going to keep doing this? acting like i don’t exist?”
“nothing’s going on.” flat. practiced.
you let out a breath that felt more like frustration than anything else. stepped closer, forcing him to either look at you or walk through you.
“don’t lie to me. we were fine. we were more than fine. so what changed?”
for a second, you thought he wouldn’t answer. that he’d just keep staring at the wall behind you until you gave up first.
then he looked at you.
and it knocked the air out of you.
it wasn’t anger. you would’ve preferred anger. it was something sharper than that, something worn down and raw at the edges.
“everything,” he said, like the word itself tasted wrong. “this isn’t working. it’s done.”
you blinked at him. “done?”
“yes.”
“that’s not how this works.” your voice dropped, steadier now, even if your chest wasn’t. “you don’t just decide that and expect me to—”
“i do.” his jaw tightened. “and i am.”
you stared at him, searching for something that made sense. something that sounded like him. “then give me a reason. just one.”
something in his expression cracked.
not open. just enough.
a quiet, humorless breath left him, almost a laugh if it had any warmth in it at all. then, all at once, it wasn’t quiet anymore.
“what do you want me to say?”
his sleeve was shoved up before you could react, movement sharp enough to make you flinch.
“do you want me to tell you how they held me down while he carved it in? how long it took. how it felt.”
the words came out uneven, like he wasn’t used to saying them out loud. like they’d been sitting somewhere too long.
your eyes dropped before you could stop yourself.
the mark looked worse up close. not because you hadn’t seen it before. but because it was his.
you forgot how to breathe.
“or do you want the part where i stopped fighting,” he went on, quieter now, like the anger had burned itself out too fast. “because it wasn’t going to change anything.”
silence stretched between you, heavy enough to settle into your bones.
when he spoke again, it wasn’t sharp. it wasn’t anything, really. just tired.
“my mum’s gone,” he said. “she didn’t mean to leave, but she did. and that’s how it goes, isn’t it. people don’t stay.”
he looked at you then, properly this time, and it was worse than anything else he’d said.
“i’m not waiting for you to figure that out too.”
it clicked in a way that made your stomach turn.
this wasn’t him trying to push you away because he didn’t care. it was the opposite. it was him trying to get there first. make it hurt on his terms instead of yours.
you stepped forward before he could say anything else, fingers closing around his wrist without thinking.
he flinched. tried to pull back.
you didn’t let him.
“no,” you said, softer than before but steadier. “you don’t get to decide that for me.”
“you don’t understand.”
“i do.” your grip tightened just slightly, enough to keep him there. “you’re scared. fine. that makes sense. but you don’t get to burn everything down and call it protection.”
he didn’t answer.
didn’t leave either.
that was enough.
“if you’re so convinced everyone leaves,” you said, glancing down the corridor like the answer might be there waiting, “then we’ll just have to make it harder for me to.”
he frowned, confusion cutting through everything else. “what are you talking about.”
you ignored that. leaned past him, voice carrying down the hall. “malfoy.”
it didn’t take long.
he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, standing there with his wand like he’d been dragged into something he didn’t understand. maybe he had.
you held your hand out anyway.
“i’m not leaving,” you said, more to theo than anyone else. then, quieter, more deliberate, “i swear it.”
the magic caught before you could second guess it, heat wrapping around your hand, sharp and real.
theo stared at you like he hadn’t caught up yet. like this wasn’t something he’d considered as a possibility.
“you don’t have to—”
“i know.” you met his eyes. “i want to.”
that did it.
slowly, like it cost him something, he lifted his own hand.
“i’m not leaving either,” he said, voice rough around the edges.
the magic tightened, pulling the words into something solid.
binding.
it faded just as quickly, leaving behind something you could still feel, even without seeing it.
for a second, neither of you moved.
then he did.
not away this time.
he folded into you like something in him finally gave out, forehead pressed into your shoulder, breath uneven against your neck. you felt it before you heard it, the way it broke out of him, quiet at first and then not at all.
you held onto him, one hand in his hair, the other still wrapped around his wrist like you might lose him if you let go.
“i’m here,” you said, close enough that he’d hear it even if he didn’t want to. “that’s not changing.”
