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https://www.tumblr.com/callme-hollyy/822601223075201024/been-fighting-the-urge-but-im-giving-in-send-in

omg i saw a tweet gif set and one of the things said “if my girl think she can bat her cute lil eye at me and thing she can get wtv she want she’s absolutely right” and i cant help bht think about husband theo just absolutely loving to spoil his wife.

𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫ˎˊ

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ summary. in which theodore nott is completely smitten for his wife and finds that, no matter how strong he may be, he can never say no to you and your pretty eyes. w.c. 1.2k a.n. husband theo has my whole heart omg. sorry the style switched at some point by accident i started reading a different book and i write how i read yk. tysm for the request !

If there’s one thing Theodore Nott has no power against, it’s you. 

More specifically, your eyes—not in the cliché sense that he gets lost in them or admires the way the colour changes when the sun hits your irises. But because you have a way of bending his will, of working your ways well enough that he can’t help but fold beneath your gaze. 

Marrying you was his first mistake; saying no to his girlfriend was easy, but saying no to his wife? Nearly impossible. 

“Absolutely not, darling.” Theo’s voice is firm, entirely unwavering, as he stands just a few feet away from you, arms crossed over his chest. He looks entirely incongruent to the rest of the boutique, tucked in amongst expensive fabrics and sparkling jewellery behind cases, trailing after you as you drag him by his hands, fingers laced together. 

The place reeks of expensive velvet and a perfume so sweet and sultry that it’s started to make him feel dizzy. And you’re standing in front of him, eyes wide and pleading, clutching an elegant necklace that dazzles beneath the lights.

 “Theo, please…” Your voice is desperate, the kind of tone that usually makes him fold, your smile wide enough that it takes great effort for him not to return it with his own slightly exasperated one. 

“No. You said we were just looking.” He gently reaches over, taking the necklace from your hands and inspecting it closely. 

“I know but…” You trail off, gesturing. “Look.” 

“I’m looking.” He mumbles. The stone sparkles elegantly, and he has to physically stop himself from picturing it resting against your throat, dazzling in the sun each time you tilt your head back to laugh. His fingers turn over the price tag, brows furrowing. “Amour mio…” 

“Don’t say it like that.” You huff, looping your arm through his, head resting against his shoulder. “It’s not that bad.” 

Theo doesn't reply; instead, he makes the unfortunate mistake of looking down at you, of meeting your gaze and falling victim to the way you bat your lashes sweetly. “You have so many necklaces.” 

“I know but this one is so pretty–” 

Theo lets out a long breath, running a hand through his hair before handing the jewellry back to you.  “Buy it.” 

And the smile you give him, bright as the sun itself, paired with the way your arms wrap around his neck makes it all worth it.

HIs inability to say ‘no’ wasn’t just a public affliction either. In fact, it was even worse within the walls of the Nott Manor. 

Sunlight filters in through the tall windows, casting aureate rays that slice across the hardwood flooring, warming the ground beneath your feet as you pad into his study. 

It’s an airy space, with light drapes and a large mahogany desk in the centre. The scent of fresh parchment, ink, smoke and his cologne envelopes you, and you breathe it in deeply. 

“Theo?” His name slips from your lips like a song.

The man in question is hunched over his desk, hand moving over a piece of paper as he pores over what looks to be thousands of work documents. His sleeves are rolled up to expose his ink-stained forearms, his hair a tousled mess from the tense rake of his fingers. 

“Cara mia,” he mumbles, though it’s slightly distracted.

 He doesn’t react when you step closer, hands seeking his shoulders, chin resting on the top of his head. “Theo…” 

“Not right now, love.”

You huff, unimpressed. “You’ve been working all day…” 

Theo nods, a low and distracted hum leaving him. “I need to finish this today.” 

A small groan slips free from your lips, the tacit sort that speaks a thousand words. Boredom, exasperation, and a need for attention. And Theo knows that if he so much as glances at you, he’s screwed. 

Slowly, you work around the front of him, pushing the parchment just out of the way. Theo tuts low in his throat, finally lifting his gaze, feigning disapproval. 

“Sweetheart—” But the rest of his protest falls on deaf ears as you seat yourself comfortably, without a single care, into his lap. 

He doesn't push you off and doesn’t complain. He simply inhales slowly, eyes closing for a fleeting second before he steadies you with one hand. 

“Better?” He muses, picking up his pen once more, resuming his writing as though no disturbance had happened at all. 

You nod, completely satisfied, and let your head loll against his shoulder, content to remain as you are until he finishes working. 

While spoiling you in the confines of the Nott manor was one thing, it seemed to extend and seep into professional and formal events too. Here, it was even more unbearable—Theo couldn’t argue so much as reluctantly relent to your pleading gaze. 

The gala has been ongoing for hours, something orchestrated by the ministry with no purpose other than for rich people to have boring conversations with one another. Theo is dressed in sleek black robes, a fire-whiskey in hand, expression schooled into something that is akin to professional interest. 

You’ve been following him around endlessly, tolerating the conversations with a bored expression. At first, it had been mildly interesting, but now your dress feels too tight to your skin, and your heels have begun to pinch, making your feet throb. 

Another minister walks away and for the first time in what feels like a decade, you’re finally alone. 

You turn to Theo, tugging on his sleeve like a petulantly bored toddler, face set into a stubborn frown. “I want to go home.” 

Not a question. Not a frequent. A demand. 

Theo glances at you out of the corner of his eye, sipping from the crystal glass in his hand. The polite mask doesn’t slip from his face. “We have to stay for at least another hour, my love.” He presses his hand to your lower back. “Be good.” 

You huff, deep and unimpressed before moving round so that you’re in front of him. You cross your arms, looking up at him through your lashes with a gaze you know will make him fold. 

And, sure enough, his stern facade falters—just for a fleeting moment—but you notice the change nonetheless. 

“I want to go home," You repeat. “I’m tired. My feet hurt. And everyone here is mind-numbingly boring.” 

HIs lips part, the words dying in his throat as another man approaches, greeting him with a smile that's strictly professional. Theo pretends to listen, though you can tell he isn’t from the way his hand shifts from your lower back to your hip. 

“Excuse us,” He cuts in smoothly, maintaining that polite smile. “But my wife isn’t feeling well. We were just leaving so that she can… rest.”

He doesn’t leave much room for argument, leading you towards the exit without so much as another word. You don’t argue until you’re safely outside, smiling smugly to yourself as the doors close behind you both, sealing away the professional world of the Ministry. 

“Not feeling well?” You tease as you both come to a stop just beyond the grand entrance. 

Theo fixes you with an exasperated if not slightly fond look. “For all your complaints, you can’t exactly say you feel well.” 

You don’t disagree, instead looping your arms around his neck, allowing him to lift you entirely off the ground, relieving your still aching feet. 

Because, while he may be stoic and quiet to the rest of the world, he has absolutely zero defence against you. And as he looks into your eyes, lips brushing your temple tenderly, you know that he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[cozy-writer]

Wedding date

Pairing: Isaac Garcia x reader

Summary: Isaac is in trouble, he said he'd bring his girlfriend to the wedding, problem is, he doesn't have one.

Wordcount: 2.2K

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It was early in the morning, right before the first bell rang and I am stood outside, talking with Erin and my other friends. Suddeningly there’s a hand on my arm and I am being pulled away from the conversation. I turned to face the person and let out a little giggle when I noticed it’s Isaac. 

“Isaac! I was talking to my friends.” I said, smacking his chest lightly. 

“I’m in trouble.” He only said.

“What did you do now?” I asked with an eyebrow raised. “Don’t tell me you got grounded again.”

“No, nothing like that.” He shook his head. “But I do need your help.” 

“What’s going on?” I ask concerned. He turned away from me and raked a hand through his hair. “Isaac?” I placed a hand on his arm, trying to get him to face me again.

“Can you be my date to the wedding?” He asked as his eyes met mine. 

I took a small step backwards and I felt my cheeks warm at his question. “I told my parents I’d bring my girlfriend, but as you know…” He said, motioning around us. “I don’t have one. Could you pretend for an evening?” I swallowed back the lump in my throat. Here I thought he actually asked me as his date, but it’s just a ploy to make his aunt and uncle happy. 

I bit my lip, uncertain on how to respond. His eyes tracked my movements and his gaze lingered on my mouth as I tried to make a decision. “Don’t make me beg.” He said. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Like you’d ever would.” 

“I might, if you take longer to decide.”

“You can ask anyone, why me?” It’s true, he could have any girl he wants. Why bother with me if there’s a school full of girls willing to go with him. He’d probably have a better time as well.

“I don’t want to go with anyone else, okay? I’d rather have my best friend there.” 

“Okay.” I finally say. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll come.” 

“Great. I’ll text you the details.” He said right before turning for the school doors. I am left there, red splotches probably on my face. I know it’s just for show, but I am going on a date with my best friend. My best friend I’ve had feelings for the moment we met years ago. 

That weekend I spent my time looking for the perfect dress. My mother is with me and she encouraged me to try on almost every dress in the store. 

“So, how do you feel?” She asked as I stepped out of the changing room and in front of a big mirror. I looked down at the pink dress. 

“I mean, it’s cute.” I played with the fabric and checked myself in the mirror.

“Not what I was referring to.” My mother said. I sighed. 

“I don’t know how to feel.” I muttered. “I kinda wish it was an actual date.” My mother nodded her head. 

“That’s understandable. You’ve liked the boy for so long.” My cheeks warmed. I quickly looked around the store to make sure nobody heard that. 

“Mom!” She looked at me exasperatedly. 

“Y/N, it’s not something to be embarrassed about.”

“It is when they don’t like you back!” I stormed back into the changing room. 

“Honey…”

I needed a minute to calm down and I pulled off the dress aggressively, before sitting down on the stool in my underwear. It’s quiet for a bit, when a hand reaches inside and a beautiful sage green dress is handed to me. 

“Try this one, sweetheart. It would compliment your eyes.” My mother’s soft voice follows. I sighed and got up from my spot, grabbing the hanger and putting on the dress. I looked in the changing room mirror and felt the breath leave my body. 

“Well?” My mother asks carefully. 

I stepped out of the changing room and faced my mother. Her face lit up immediately and her hands came up to cover her mouth. “Y/N, you look gorgeous.” I stepped up to the mirror and twisted from side to side to see myself from all angles. 

“I love it, mom.” 

“Yes, this is the one. And if that boy still doesn't see your worth, well then he can suck it.” 

“Mom!” I giggled. 

“What?” She said innocently. “Do a twirl.” She said, motioning with her finger to spin around. I did as she asked and she made a sound that came close to a squeal. With the dress bought, I was fully ready for the wedding day. 

As I sit in my room, doing my make up and admiring the dress hanging from my closet door, I get a text message. 

Isaac: On my way to pick you up. 

Y/N: Almost done. I promise I’ll be quick. 

Knowing he could be here any minute I hurry with getting my makeup done and when I am finally happy, the doorbell rings. I take in a shocked breath, I am not ready! 

I pick up the dress and start putting it on. I can hear my mother having a conversation with Isaac and it makes me so nervous I have a hard time closing the zipper of my dress. The dress had flowy off the shoulder sleeves and I added some jewelry to add some sparkle to the whole look. Finally I grabbed my heels and put them on. My shaking hands made closing the clasp around my ankle harder than it should be. 

I took a look in the mirror. Mom had done my hair for me and the soft waves fell elegantly around my face. The dress fit me perfectly and the whole look came together with the make up I had put on. Happy with the way I looked I moved to the stairs and carefully took the steps down until I stood in the hallway. 

Isaac was still talking to my mother when his eyes landed on me. His jaw went slack and he couldn’t finish the sentence he had started. I took him in. He wore gray pants, a beige vest, a light blue button up and a white/grayish tie and he looked absolutely handsome. 

“Hi.” I breathed out. 

“Uhm…H-hey.” He muttered out. 

“I’ll uh…leave you two to it.” My mother said as she stepped past me. She gave me a sly wink and held up two thumps before disappearing into the living room. 

“You, uh…You look beautiful.” He mumbled, his eyes raking over my body, before settling on my face. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” 

“What? This? It’s horrible.” He said as he looked down at his attire. 

“You look very handsome.” His face scrunched up. “Take the compliment, Garcia.” He rolled his eyes and motioned towards the door.

“You ready?” 

“Yeah, let’s go.” 

We walked towards his car and surprisingly he opened the door for me. “Thank you.” I mumbled shyly. Isaac rounded the car and took his place as the driver. “How is Will feeling? Is he excited?” 

“More like terrified. He’s scared he’ll say something wrong during their vows and I’ll be laughing so hard if he does.” 

“You will not!” I said, smacking his shoulder. “Leave him alone.” He grinned at me from across the console and my mouth turned up into a smile of its own accord. 

The drive from my house to his didn’t take long. I sang along to the songs on the radio and noticed Isaac glancing over at me every so often, a soft smile playing on his lips. 

Once we arrived at the Walter household, the backyard was already filled with friends and family of Will and Haylay. We walked over to the seating area and as Isaac was being pulled away by his brother, I walked over to his aunt and uncle. 

“Hi, thank you so much for letting me come to the wedding. It looks beautiful.” I told Katherine. 

“Oh, Y/N, don’t you look stunning! I have to admit, I was surprised to hear that you and Isaac are dating, but I am so happy for you two.” She smiled kindly at me. 

“Right, dating.” I stuttered out. 

“We have seats reserved for you and Isaac in the front.” 

“Thank you, I am going to go look for my date.” I said. 

I walked through the crowd that had gathered around the ceremony site where Will and Haylay would say I do in a little while. 

“Y/N! Hi.” Jackie said as she grabbed my arm to get my attention. I twisted around to face her, a bright smile came across her features. 

“Jackie, you look beautiful.” I said as I gave her a hug.

“Have you seen yourself? You look amazing.” I waved her comment away with my hand. “And I am not the only one who thinks that.” My brows furrowed as I looked at her quizzingly. “Isaac is checking you out.” 

Jackie was the only person I told that we weren’t actually together and he was just doing it to make his aunt and uncle happy. 

My head whipped around and my gaze landed on Isaac standing a bit away, talking to his cousins. His eyes roamed over my body and he gave me an appreciative nod. I turned back to Jackie. “Do you think he actually likes me?”

“Everyone can tell he likes you.”

“Then why wouldn’t he just ask me as his actual date?” Jackie shrugged her shoulders. 

“I don’t know. You should ask him.”

“No way am I doing that!” I shrieked. She giggled, then looked down at the ipad she was holding, before turning serious. 

“I have to go coax Parker from her bedroom. I’ll see you later.” I waved her goodbye and slowly walked to where Isaac was standing.

He had his hands in his pockets and looked ever the cool guy he always is. How he doesn’t have a girlfriend yet is a mystery to me. His dark hair was flopping in front of his eyes and he weaved a hand through his hair to smooth it back. 

“Everbody, please take your seats. The wedding is about to start.” Someone yelled over the noise of people talking. Isaac placed a hand on my lower back and guided me to the front and took a seat on the far right side, nodding for me to take the seat next to him. I did and waited patiently to see the bride walk down the aisle. 

Hayley looked absolutely gorgeous. The dress, the make up, the hair. Stunning. I had to wipe a couple stray tears away as they said their vows and cheered loudly when they finally kissed to seal the deal. 

Later that night, when the party was in full swing, Katherine came over to where Isaac and I were sitting. “Isaac, honey, I think it’s time you dance with your date.” 

“Dancing? No way.” He groaned. She gave him a stern look and with another groan he stood up from his seat and held out a hand for me. I took it excitedly. I loved dancing. Especially when it’s with my favorite person on earth. 

We move to the dancefloor right when a slow song comes on. Isaac’s head falls backwards as he moans. “Seriously?” 

“Come on, you scaredy cat. It’s just a dance.” I pulled him along and wrapped my arms around his neck and his came down around my waist. 

“Why didn’t you tell your parents you’d take me as a friend, why girlfriend?” I asked shyly as I looked him in the eye. He looked back down at me and I noticed him biting his cheek. “What?” I asked again.

“Maybe because I want you to be my girlfriend.” He mumbled. My heart sped up and I could feel heat engulfing me. 

“Do you mean that or are you just messing with me?” I asked. His brows furrowed as he looked at me.

“Why would I joke about that?”

“I don’t know. You’re kind of a player.”

“When was the last time I had a girlfriend?” He asked.

“You haven’t had one, you just do hook ups.”

“I haven’t had a hook up in a loooong time.” 

“Why not?” 

His eyes lingered on my lips and I swallowed thickly. Then, without a second thought, he bent down and placed his lips on mine. One of his hands came up to cup my cheek, the other gripped my hip, pulling me closer to him. 

Isaac prodded my lips with his tongue and I opened up for him. His tongue glided smoothly over mine which elicited a shiver to run down my spine. Isaac was a good kisser. He definitely knew what he was doing. 

There was loud applause and cheering all around us and I broke our kiss to see what was going on. That’s when I realized they were cheering for us. My cheeks reddened and I hid my face in the crook of Isaac’s neck. “This is so awkward.” I told him. 

“Tell me about it.” Isaac murmured back. “Let’s get out of here.” And with that he took my hand and pulled me along after him to discover the rest of the night together.

[cozy-writer]

Dancing in the kitchen

Pairing: Isaac Garcia x F!reader

Wordcount: 1.1K

Summary: Isaac is grounded and has to watch his younger siblings while the rest of the family goes out. He asks you to come over and spend time with him and help him out.

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Isaac had started a fight on school grounds earlier today and it was clear his parents weren’t pleased about that, because he texted me later letting me know he was grounded. His punishment had involved him looking after the younger siblings while his parents and older siblings went out to a fancy dinner. It didn’t take long for Isaac to text me to come over. I tried telling him it probably wasn’t the best idea, but he insisted. Which is why I stood in front of his door at 6.30 pm, ready to keep him company. 

“Hey,” He said, as he opened the door, “Thanks for coming. I don’t know how I was going to stay sane if I had to do this alone.” 

“Good thing I’m your girlfriend and I am supposed to help you with things like this.” I leant in and kissed him on the lips. With my eyes closed I felt a heavy weight slamming into me. 

“Oof.” I moaned. Once I opened my eyes I felt more than noticed Parker hugging me tight. 

“Hi, sweety. I missed you, too.” I murmured against her hair. Isaac groaned. I raised an eyebrow at him. 

“What?” He questioned. “Sometimes I just want you for myself.”

“Well, you will, but how could I ignore your siblings when they act like this.” I motioned to Parker still holding on to me tight. “Besides, you asked me to help you babysit. Here I am.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes at me. My face broke out in a grimace as Parker let go and I got a good look at her. 

“Ouch, you look almost as bad as your brother.” I waved to her face where bruises had started to appear. 

“I got tackled hard during practice.” She said proudly. 

“Well I guess that’s a better way than Isaac.” 

Isaac’s brow was cut and a bruise formed under his right eye, while Parker had a busted lip and a blood crusted nose. She grabbed my hand and pulled me along to the living room. 

“Y/N!” Benny yelled as he saw me. 

“Hi, buddy.” I grinned as he also came and hugged me. I waved at Jordan, who smiled back at me. 

“At least we’ll eat something edible now that you’re here.” He muttered.

“Hey, I’m a great cook?” Isaac argued.

“You’re right. When it comes to reheating pizza.” Jordan retorted. 

“He’s right, babe. You’re an awful cook.” I interjected. He looked shocked at my admission, but then nodded his head in agreement.

“Can you start, please?” Benny asked. 

“Start dinner?” The youngest Walter child nodded his head vigorously. “Sure. Let me see what I can whip up.” 

I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Isaac was right on my heel, wrapping his arms around me from behind, pulling me in close. 

“I’m glad you came.”

“Of course, what are girlfriends for?” He placed a kiss on the top of my head. I pulled a couple of ingredients out of the fridge and cupboards, then grabbed some pots and pans. 

“What are you making?” Jordan asked as he walked in. 

"Spaghetti bolognaise." 

“Yum, my favorite." Benny announced from the doorway. I smiled at him kindly. Isaac jumped up and sat down on the counter, watching me work. 

As the pasta cooked and the sauce bubbled away, I stepped in between Isaac’s legs and wrapped my arms around his waist. He cupped my cheeks and leant down to kiss me while the kitchen was deserted by the siblings. 

“I love you.” I muttered against his lips. A smile adorned his face.

“I love you, too.” He responded. The timer went off and I stepped out of his embrace. 

“Kids, dinner!” I yelled loudly so all of them would hear. The three youngest members of the family stormed into the dining room from all directions. I placed the pans in the middle of the table and took a seat next to Isaac. Plates were being passed around until everyone was set for dinner. We barely talked throughout it, everyone way too obsessed with the food in front of them. 

“Can we play  Mario Kart?” Parker asked after she licked her plate clean. 

“Yes, can we?” Benny added. 

“You can clean the dishes.” Isaac instructed. I saw the excitement leave their faces and placed my hand on Isaac’s arm. 

“It’s okay. We can do the dishes.” Then I turned to the kids. “Go ahead and play.” 

“You’re way too easy on them.” Isaac stated.

“Nah, I just want them to enjoy their time with me, not fear it.” 

“Like they could ever fear you.” 

“Come on. I wash, you dry.” I offered. 

As I started filling the sink with soapy water I heard the slow tunes of my favorite artist echo through the room. I smiled at Isaac as he grabbed a towel and came to help me clean up. My favorite song came on and I softly hummed along to the melody. Isaac tossed the towel back on the kitchen counter and grabbed my soapy hand out of the water. He held our hands high above us and made me do a spin. I laughed along as I enjoyed this moment even though I was sprinkling us both with water. 

He pulled me against his hard chest, my hands on his neck, his around my waist and we slowdanced to the music. The loud laughter coming from the living room only made it better. I could almost imagine us in years time doing the exact same thing, but with children of our own. 

The moment was broken however when the front door opened and the loud chattering of people filled the air. 

“Y/N?” Katherine wondered as she found us still hugging in the kitchen. “Isaac is grounded, he isn’t allowed to have friends over.”

“She’s not a friend, though.” He snarked. 

“Girlfriends aren’t allowed either, Isaac. Y/N, we love to have you here and thank you for helping Isaac with the kids, but you should really go home now, so I can lecture my nephew on the rules once more.”

I nodded and stepped out of Isaac’s arms. “I’m sorry, Katherine, George. It won’t happen again.” 

“Well, I don’t know about that,” She said, raising an eyebrow at Isaac. “Just don’t forget we like having you around and you’re always welcome. Well, except when Isaac is grounded, that is.” 

“Got it.” Isaac walked me to my car and leaned in for one more kiss. His arm leaned against the car with my body trapped between the two. 

“Once I’m ungrounded, I’ll take you on a nice date, promise.” I smiled against his lips. 

“That would be nice.” 

“Isaac, inside, now!” Katherine yelled, a clear warning in her voice. “I love you.” He muttered first this time. “I love you, too.” With one final quick peck on his lips I turned to the car and he turned back to the Walter household.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

drunk

pair: Isaac Garcia x reader summery: y/n(she/her) finds Isaac drunk on the front porch

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You sighed as you unlocked the door to your house, the cool evening breeze brushing against your skin. It had been a long day, and all you wanted was to curl up on the couch and watch something mindless. Just as you were about to step inside, a soft, slurred voice reached your ears.

"Y/N?"

You turned around, surprised, and found none other than Isaac Garcia sitting on your front porch steps. He was slouched over, arms resting lazily on his knees, with his head drooping forward slightly. His eyes were half-lidded, and his usual cocky grin had been replaced by a sleepy, yet oddly sweet, smile.

"Isaac?" you asked, stepping closer. “What are you doing here?”

He looked up at you, blinking slowly like it took him a moment to focus. "I couldn’t find my key, so I thought… maybe I’d stay here for a bit.”

You knelt down next to him, immediately noticing the way he swayed slightly. The smell of alcohol hit you, but instead of the usual chaotic energy Isaac radiated, there was something soft about him tonight.

“You’ve been drinking,” you observed, not unkindly.

“Maybe a little…” He lifted his hand and brought his thumb and forefinger close together. “Or… a lot.”

You couldn't help but smile at how harmless he looked, sitting there all tipsy. Usually, Isaac was full of swagger, always teasing you or making jokes with that easy grin of his. But right now, he just seemed... soft. Vulnerable, even.

“Isaac, you shouldn’t be out here alone.” You sat down next to him, unsure if you should help him up or let him be for a moment. "It's late."

“Yeah, but I’m not alone.” He gave you a lopsided smile, and before you knew it, he was leaning his head on your shoulder. “I’m with you.”

Your heart did a little flip at his words. Isaac had always been kind of flirty in a lighthearted way, but this… this felt different. You swallowed, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours, the way his breath tickled your neck.

“Isaac…” you began, but he interrupted you, his voice soft and sleepy.

“You know something, Y/N?” His words were slower now, his tone quieter. “You’re really pretty. Like… really, really pretty.”

You blinked, completely caught off guard. Isaac was never shy about giving compliments, but this felt... sincere. Genuine.

“Thanks,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart was beating a little faster now.

He shifted, sitting up a little straighter, though his hand somehow found its way to yours. His fingers were warm as they gently intertwined with yours, and the small action made your breath catch in your throat. "I like you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not just as a friend. Like… really like you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, unsure how to respond. Isaac Garcia liked you? You had always been close, sure, but you had never imagined he’d feel this way.

“I… I like you too, Isaac,” you admitted softly, squeezing his hand. His face lit up, the most genuine smile you’d ever seen from him spreading across his lips. “Really?” he asked, his tone filled with a surprising amount of vulnerability.

“Really,” you confirmed, smiling back at him.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you filled only with the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional car passing by. The stars twinkled above, casting a soft light on both of you.

Isaac, still holding your hand, leaned his head back on your shoulder. "Can we just stay like this? Just for a little while?"

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection for the boy sitting beside you. “Yeah, Isaac. We can stay like this.”

And so, you sat there together, on the front porch of your house, holding hands under the night sky. Isaac’s head rested on your shoulder, his breathing steady and peaceful. His earlier confession still lingered in the air.

As his grip on your hand tightened slightly, you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this was the start of something new. Something wonderful. And for now, just being close to him, under the stars, was enough.

It was simple. It was sweet. And in that moment, it was everything.

[savinggracee]

• ──★ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

pairing: isaac garcia x sensitive!fem!reader

summary: the no snitching rule is strict in the walter household, but once katherine finds out about you and isaac, the family meetings don’t end so well.

warnings: crying, comfort, season 3 dynamic, overstimulation, no proofread, fluff

the silence was almost deafening at the walter family’s dinner table, not the type we’re you stuffed your face either, awkward silence.

katherine and george stood in the doorway, expression’s stern.

your gaze remained focused on your lap, already having an idea of the scolding you and isaac were about to face.

keeping you and isaac’s relationship secret was going well! so far, because staying away from eachother at night, being mindful of PDA in school hallways weren’t exactly the easiest.

only two people knew about you and isaac, jackie, cole and maybe danny if you though about it.

so once you heard katherine’s tone, you knew it was wraps.

“okay, so i’m just gonna jump right to it.” the ginger started, with a forced smile.

“for lack of better words, you all are of a dating age.” katherine breathed out, and you immediately cringed.

“is this about to birds and the bees? because i’m pretty sure we all know about that.” danny spoke up, unexpectedly.

isaac gave danny a glance from over his shoulder, expression slightly relieved.. a bit more clearance on who snitched.

“no it’s not.” george stated.

“we all— live in a small town, so.. maybe you might find yourself dating someone familiar, like your friend! or maybe we’ve taken into the family.” katherine smiled.

your head turned slowly toward isaacs, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.. everybody knew this whole thing was about you.

and that wasn’t good, because you’ve never gotten in trouble with the walter’s before.

“which is a really tricky situation to navigate for anyone.” katherine continued, cole snickered in the background, eyes locked on you both.

clearly he was the one who snitched, but for now you ignored it.

“so, we want you to be careful.” she clarified. “not just when your being physically intimate, even though— that is super important.” katherine rambled.

isaac’s knee nudged yours under the table.

“what we’re trying to say is, we want you all to take care of eachother emotionally, respect eachother. okay?” she continued with a smile, wrapping up the conversation

“i- no sex in the house.” george blurted.

isaac held back a laugh, but you? oh you weren’t laughing.

not even close.

“why’d alex and nathan get to dodge this bullet!?” danny exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“we’ll talk to them, alright?” george spoke, with a nod.

“is this about cole sneaking jackie into his room at night?” you asked, looking up for once. everybody knew it wasn’t, but you weren’t going down alone.

cole snapped his head toward you, licking his lips in frustration, jackie didn’t even suck in a breath, she knew it was coming.

“oh! okay— well, cole how about we sidebar that one for now.” katherine added, “be kind.” she shot a glance at you, “be respectful.” she gave another nod.

“good talk.” she confirmed with a smile, before her and george walked off somewhere out the front door.

somehow the silence was worse this time, but before isaac could catch your hand, you slipped out of the chair and stormed off.

“your an asshole, i hope you know that.” you shot back toward cole.

“wow.” cole pressed his lips together, it was sorta rare to hear you speak to somebody like that, let alone him.

“seriously dude?” danny took up, “why’d you snitch?”

“i mean.. it’s kind of a rule for a reason.” isaac spoke in his usual low tone, pushing himself out of the chair with a scoff.

“i didn’t-“ cole started, cut off by the screeching of danny’s chair.

soft footsteps padded the wooden floor as your way up the stairs, heaviness already weighing on your sensitive heart.

nobody would’ve overthought a “family” talk this much, but you? obviously.

before you even made it into your room, your expression crumbled.

and isaac saw.

“y/n..?” he asked softly from behind you as you covered your face.

when you didn’t respond, his hand found your shoulder, turning you to face him.

the fact you were crying was one thing, but because of cole’s actions? he was never gonna let his cousin live it down.

“don’t cry.. it’s okay.” he leaned down slightly, grabbing your wrist, gently prying it away from your sticky, teary face.

“look at me.” he whispered, catching your glossy eyes.

“why’d he tell?” you asked, with a sob— cheek pressed against the fabric of his hoodie.

“i dunno baby..” isaac spoke, hugging you against him.

“it wasn’t as bad as you think, i promise.” he reassured, heart racing in your ear.

“pinky?” you asked.

“pinky.” isaac replied, keeping you warm in his embrace.

stupid actions from cole walter were expected, but broken pinky promises between you and isaac weren’t.

and never will be.

xoxo, @savinggrace <3



[user6161234-deactivated20250518]

— THE WAY I LOVED YOU

pairing: theodore nott x reader

summary: in which theodore nott will do anything to get you to go out with him, but you’re just as stubborn rejecting him

warnings: swearing, kissing, dangerous stunts and theo being stupid (ryan gosling in the notebook style), unedited since i wrote this in the middle of the night on no sleep again lol. enemies to lovers if you squint a bit

author’s note: since everyone loves theo i’ll pretend this isn’t just for my own selfish needs <3 (especially the notebook reference) also surprise surprise mc is a gryffindor as always, you’d never know i was a slytherin my bad guys… as always let me know what u think! enjoy, angels 💌

The first time Theodore Nott asks you out, you spill a pot of ink directly into his lap.

It’s not like you meant to do it. But when there’s a Transfiguration worksheet to be getting on with, the Slytherin boy seated next to you by Professor McGonagall asking you out would surely take anyone by surprise.

The second you twist in your seat to look at him in shock, your arm slides the pot right off the desk and directly onto his grey trousers, instantly staining them with the black liquid before you have a chance to speak.

Your hands fly to your mouth to stifle your gasp and you look up at him, anticipating an angry glare in return. Instead, he looks mildly surprised at the ever-growing stain on his crotch, but mostly… amused?

“A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed, darling,” he says, raising an eyebrow and suppressing a smile.

You begin stuttering out an apology and scrambling for your wand to wave away the stain before you can do something stupid like attempting to rub it off with your sleeve. Your cheeks instantly heat up at the humiliating image now plaguing your mind and you barely contain a sigh of relief when you realise the lesson has finished.

It’s a miracle your shoes haven’t left scuff marks on the ground in a cartoonish trail with the speed at which you leave the classroom. Godric knows why Theo Nott of all people wants to ask you out, but since it can’t possibly be for any good reason, you’d rather not think about it too much. This, however, isn’t helped by Hermione pestering you about why you look so flustered for the entire walk to the Charms classroom.

Twenty minutes later, her attention is finally diverted. On the other hand, it’s because she’s berating you for accidentally burning the end of her left eyebrow off with a charm gone wrong.

The second time Theo asks you out, there are thankfully no ink pots around.

“Hey,” he whispers from behind you, making you jump within an inch of your life despite his low volume. You swivel in your chair to glare at him, incredulous. Seeing that he’s startled you, Theo grins. “Sorry. What are you doing?”

“Baking a cake,” you deadpan, once your heart has started beating at a normal pace again. Holding up your Potions book, you feel the annoyance start to seep in when Theo continues looking at you, undeterred. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Apparently unfazed by your sarcasm, he drags out the chair next to you and spins it around to sit on it backwards. Settling his arms on top of the backrest, Theo rests his chin on them to look at you. “You never did answer my question.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumble, eyes scanning the page in front of you but taking in nothing. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to study-”

“Are you going to make me ask you again?” he sighs. You panic a little at his bluntness and continue pretending to read, not knowing what else to do. Theo takes your silence as encouragement and shuffles his chair closer to your own. “Go out with me.”

The arrogance practically drips off his voice, and the pit of anxiety in your stomach immediately turns into irritation instead. “No,” you grit out, slamming your potions book shut to scowl at him. “And I don’t hear you asking anything.”

“Okay,” Theo says slowly, nodding as though he understands. It’s clear that he doesn’t though, because the next words out of his mouth have you stunned. “Please, oh please, will you do me the absolute greatest honour of going out with me?”

”Merlin,” you exhale, pinching the bridge of your nose. Dropping your hands into your lap, you see no solution other than gathering your things to return to the common room. “You’re having me on…”

“I can assure you, I’m not,” Theo says quickly, stopping you from leaving by gently grabbing your elbow. You stop in your movements to catch him looking more unsure than you’ve ever seen, and you’ve never been more perplexed. “I’m completely serious right now. Go out with me?”

“Wh- I don’t even-” you sigh, cutting your senseless muttering off to cross your arms over your textbook. “Whatever happened to a simple ‘no’ sufficing, darling? Aren’t there a million other girls for you to go and pester? Godric knows you’ve got an entourage following you half the- What are you looking at?”

Amazingly, Theo’s expression has lost all trace of vulnerability and now displays a slightly faraway look, his signature lazy grin in full effect. “Sorry, I didn’t hear a word after you called me ‘darling’.”

Resisting the urge to hit him over the head with your textbook, you take a deep breath and grasp the potential weapon tighter in your hands before speaking. “As hard as it is for me to believe that girls actually fall for this rubbish, your history with them shows that they do. Don’t think for a second, I’m going to let you use me like they do.”

Theo considers your words for a few seconds, mulling them over as carefully as though he’s trying to solve a brain teaser. Eventually, he seems to come to a satisfying conclusion, because he tucks his hands into the pockets of his trousers and tilts his head. “So you need me to prove I’m serious about this… and then you’ll say yes?”

“Oh, for the love of-” Huffing, you turn on your heal without saying another word and storm out of the library. Theo doesn’t follow you, allowing you to clear your head and think about the incredibly odd interaction.

You’re climbing through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room when you realise you never actually refuted Theo and his theory to make you go out with him. Whether or not it was on purpose, you can’t quite decide.

Over the next few weeks, you start wishing you had stopped Theo before he could start trying to prove himself to you.

You can’t go a single day without the question of going out with him popping up. Much to your bewilderment, it isn’t always him asking. Sometimes it’s his friends, sometimes it’s students at the Gryffindor table who are sick of the multiple owls every morning flocking to your table with a note in their beaks. Sometimes it’s even your friends.

“I mean, really,” Hermione says at breakfast, huffy as always when reprimanding someone. “It’d be benefiting everyone if you just went out with him. Why don’t you, anyway?”

“He’s a Slytherin,” Ron butts in, talking to Hermione as though he’s explaining something to a child. He takes a gigantic bite of his toast before speaking, his next words coming out muffled. “Surely that’s reason enough.”

“No, that isn’t reason enough,” Hermione says sternly, furrowing her brows. “A good reason would have been all the girls he’s always with. Of course, that’s flown out the window recently. He’s also never given them as much attention now that I think about it.”

“He’s definitely not the worst of the group either,” Harry adds, leaning in as nosily as Ron. “Not like we’re talking about Malfoy…”

“Don’t you two have Quidditch tactics to be discussing?” you snap, exhausted by the subject already. The two boys hold up their hands in surrender, before shuffling down the bench. Whether that’s to be closer to the Quidditch team, or to get away from you before you start throwing hexes - you aren’t certain.

The fact you’re awake early in the morning on a Saturday isn’t helping your sour mood, and the Quidditch match being between Gryffindor and Slytherin only adds to this.

“We’d better go and get a good seat at the front, so we aren’t on our tiptoes for the whole game like last time,” Hermione says, already sliding off the bench. You give your cup of coffee one last longing look before you allow yourself to be dragged away.

You haven’t even made it onto the Quidditch pitch before you’re already wishing for that cup of coffee to give you strength, because you find none other than Theo standing outside the Great Hall in his green and silver Quidditch robes.

As soon as he spots you, Theo plasters on that charming smile of his and opens his mouth, no doubt to ask you if you could talk privately.

Hermione interjects before he gets the chance. “Don’t bother, I’m leaving.” She simply sighs when you look at her, betrayed. “He’d have convinced you anyway! I’ll save you a seat.”

You watch her leave, helplessly before turning to Theo and crossing your arms. “Yes?”

“I have a proposition for you,” he says simply, getting to the point. The proposition has, without a doubt, got something to do with you and him and a trip to Hogsmeade, but you gesture for him to continue nonetheless. You can’t deny it’s been entertaining watching Theo come up with new ways to ask you out these past few weeks. “I’ll throw the match and let your lot win if you go out with me.”

This startles a laugh out of you, something between a chortle and a gasp. “Oh, you cheeky bastard,” you exclaim, but you can’t help grinning. That was quite possibly the last thing you expected him to say. “First of all, I think my lot is perfectly capable of winning on their own. And secondly… as funny as it would be, I’d rather not have your death and Malfoy’s subsequent imprisonment in Azkaban be on my conscience.”

You only realise just how wide your smile is when it starts to fade under Theo’s unwavering gaze. His lips twitch up into a smile and you immediately frown as an automatic response. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re bantering with me,” Theo says, grinning as though he’s extremely pleased with himself. You realise with a jolt, that yes you were bantering. “One step closer to agreeing to go out with me.”

“That’s not happening,” you protest, but it sounds fairly weak, even to you. “Like I keep telling you, I’m not going to be one of those girls.”

Theo shrugs. “And I think you already know you’re not one of those girls. It’s fine, I can wait.”

The relaxed manner in which he says this has you flabbergasted to say the least. Truthfully, you aren’t completely sure why you haven’t just agreed at this point. No one in the whole school is used to witnessing such extravagant displays from Theodore Nott, so you’ve accepted the fact you’re an outlier in this particular subject area. You’re starting to think Hermione’s right, and it’s pure stubbornness that’s keeping you going.

“You’ll be waiting a long time then,” you say, giving Theo a bland smile.

“Nah,” is all he says, the smile still gracing his unperturbed face. “Keep an eye out for me in the Quidditch stands.”

Theo winks at you before walking away in the direction of the pitch and you linger in the castle for a good few minutes before snapping out of it and walking in the same direction.

You find Hermione quickly at the front of the Gryffindor stand and you’re about to ask how long until the game starts when Lee Jordan’s voice begins to boom from the commentator stand.

“Strong start for Gryffindor with Katie Bell taking the Quaffle and- nope, Vaisey’s taken it and passed it onto Urquhart, his fellow Chaser and the new Slytherin captain.” You’re thankful for Lee’s commentary as it’s easy to follow and you probably wouldn’t have a clue if it weren’t for him. Surprisingly, he keeps it professional enough for a while. “Ginny Weasley tries to take the Quaffle after a near hit there to Urquhart, thanks to new Gryffindor Beater Jimmy Peakes and that very solid Bludger over there. Unfortunately, he missed-”

“JORDAN.”

“Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I meant fortunately. Slytherin Chaser Mattheo Riddle now has the Quaffle and seems to be aiming to score and- oops! He’s missed, thanks to Gryffindor Keeper Ron Weasley. Good on you, Weasley,” Lee says, unable to be impartial as shown by McGonagall’s glare. “As for the Slytherin Keeper, Nott seems to be distracted by something in the Gryffindor stands. Or should I say someone.”

Laughter echoes in every stand, much to your utter humiliation and some people even start whooping and cheering in your direction. Theo’s antics are common knowledge at this point, but it doesn’t make the laughter any less embarrassing. You try and maintain a shred of dignity by standing still and glaring as hard as you can at Theo. Horrifyingly, he starts to fly in your direction.

Lee looks at McGonagall before speaking, but she merely shrugs helplessly, looking flustered herself. “Er, well it seems Slytherin are open for Gryffindor to score. No one seems to be taking advantage, however, as I think I can speak for everyone when I say we want to know what’s going on with Nott and Y/N.”

Glancing at the others, you realise Lee is right and all the players are hovering in place, making no move to continue the game. They look partly confused, but mostly nosy.

Theo stops just outside the Gryffindor stand, his attention focused wholly on you. You raise both eyebrows in question, waiting for him to speak. “Go out with me.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t quite hear what Nott is saying, but I think we can all guess he’s asking her out again,” Lee says, causing a few more cheers and even a couple groans. “Take the hint, mate.”

“Theo, get back to the game!” you hiss, wrapping your arms around you as if it’ll shield you from everyone’s eyes. “You’re embarrassing m- What the fuck are you doing!”

Theo swings a leg over the side of his broomstick so that he’s sitting completely facing you, legs dangling dangerously off one side. Lee sits up a little in his booth and McGonagall looks positively horrified. “For unknown reasons, Nott is balancing precariously in a position no Quidditch player wants to- Merlin, he’s hanging off his broomstick!”

Everyone in the crowd screams and shouts when Theo slips off his broomstick, but they quieten down and watch with fright when they see he’s still holding on with both hands. You think you’re going to faint.

“Theo,” you plead, with the same voice you’d use to coax a bloody kitten out of a tree. “Get back on your broomstick. Please.”

“Only if you go out with me,” Theo says, eyes determined despite breathing a little heavier. The broomstick is thin and despite his strength, it’d be hard for anyone to maintain a grip for long. “Say you’ll go out with me and I’ll get back on.”

“Just say it!” Hermione grabs you by the shoulder to shake you.

Professor McGonagall seems to have shaken out of her previous daze and begins scrambling around for her wand while Lee narrows his eyes to better assess the situation. “Godric, Y/N. Just say ‘yes’ and end everyone’s misery already.”

“But…” you trail off, hands shaking as you keep your eyes on Theo’s white knuckles still gripping the broom. “I don’t want to encourage this stupid behaviour.”

Theo rolls his eyes as though he can’t believe you’re still objecting. He shakes his head at you, though his chest is shaking with laughter. “Go out with me, and I swear I’ll never do anything stupid again. Fucking hell, I’ll quit Quidditch altogether if you want.”

You open your mouth to say something, you’re not sure what, but before you can get a word out, Seamus Finnigan pipes up from beside you. “Personally, I say let him fall off the bloody thing.”

Tutting, you turn to Theo just to find the idiot raising an eyebrow challengingly. His left hand begins to loosen on the broomstick, deliberately.

“Theo, don’t you dare.”

He drops his left hand completely and you scream, the noise drowned out by everyone else’s yells.

“OKAY!” you yelp, heart in throat as you watch Theo dangling from his broomstick with one hand, clearly struggling. “Okay, I’ll go out with you, you stubborn idiot!”

The Gryffindors that hear you, begin to cheer, setting off the other houses and once McGonagall sees Theo begin to pull himself up on his broomstick, she visibly relaxes, slumping in her seat as she clutches her chest. Lee soon gets the message. “Finally, after a good month of watching Nott pine pathetically, Y/N has agreed to go out with the poor bast- Er, beggar. Sorry, Professor. By the way Nott, you’ve got detention for a week.”

Now sitting normally on his broomstick, Theo grins at you like the cheeky bastard that he is, with elation clear as day on his face. You struggle to fight off your own grin and you can tell by his expression you’re not doing a very good job at it. “Pull something like that again and I’ll push you off your broomstick myself,” you warn him, though it lacks any real threat. You were more worried than angry, and it definitely shows. “Okay?”

“No more stupid behaviour,” Theo promises, sounding sincere as he nods, messy hair falling into his eyes. The wind blows it out of the way almost immediately and you find yourself wanting to do it with your fingers. “After this, though.”

You furrow your brows as Theo flies close enough to the Gryffindor stand to get off his broomstick and hop right into the crowd, landing next to you. Broomstick in hand, Theo doesn’t take his eyes off you when he holds it out to Hermione. “If you don’t mind, Granger.”

Clearly baffled, Hermione gingerly takes the broomstick from him and watches the two of you, as enraptured as the rest of the school.

You face Theo properly, looking up at his eyes to see them glittering with pride and achievement. You tilt your head in question, wondering why he hasn’t yet returned to the game.

Theo answers you by gripping your waist to pull you into a stupidly dramatic, dizzying, wonderful kiss. His lips are soft against your own and cold from the wind, but the shiver that runs down your spine has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the way Theo is pressed against you.

You could go on forever, but the cheers and claps and hollering around you remind you that you’re surrounded by all your peers and, Godric, your teachers.

Pulling away, you clear your throat and attempt to gain back some of your dignity by keeping a serious face. Theo attempts nothing of the sort as he’s still wearing a silly grin. You try and avoid his eyes for the sake of your nerves and you mutter the first thing that comes to mind. “Erm, good luck then. I hope you win.”

This is the wrong thing to say surrounded by your fellow Gryffindors as a few of them boo at you.

Theo rolls his eyes at the dramatics, while you simply scowl, pointedly at Seamus who seems to have boo’ed the loudest. Hermione is beaming at you when she hands Theo back his broomstick, though she also gives a little frown directed at Seamus.

Getting back on his broomstick, Theo hovers near you outside the stand. You lower your voice to a whisper that only he can hear. “I still hope you win.”

Theo shrugs, looking more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him during a Quidditch game. “I’ve already won, darling.”

© angelfic 2023.

[illbegottenfaith]

just skin and bones (a Skin & Bones. by Raye inspired fic)

You deem your on-again, off-again ex-boyfriend insane for thinking he can make love without having to love you (ex!theo nott x reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

a/n - all he wants is that skin and bone and lungs and a heart two eyes and a liver and a nose and no brain he's INSANE cuz he thinks he can MAKE LOVE without having to LOVE me. that is all. stream THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.

tropes/warnings - fighting (verbally), name-calling, bickering but a tad hateful, slightly comedic?

word count - 2.1k

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Theo, shameless vagrant that he was, wasted no time following up on that favour you owed him. It was why you were stuck at home one Friday night, distastefully eyeing him digging into your fresh, hot, buttery popcorn, freeloader that he was.

Time did funny things to that thing inside your chest. Being back in your childhood home with Theo beside you as the sights and sounds of Wall-E washed over you, reminded you of simpler times. You hardly remembered watching it as a child, and you hadn't had eyes for its beauty until you were a teenager. Sitting here, chin propped on a knee, took you back to a time when you felt so individualistic, so autonomous, so free. Back when you felt you had your whole life ahead of you.

As much as you wished otherwise, you didn't have the stamina to glower at Theo for the whole 98-minute runtime. Scene by scene, your stiff body language softened. Your position shifted away from the edge of the couch, towards the popcorn bowl, towards Theo. It was fortunate the movie enthralled you so - it was the only way you could stomach the way your fingers would accidentally brush against Theo's, still as ice-cold as you remembered.

As the credits rolled, you watched what you could see of Theo's face, disappearing then reappearing in the flickering light of the screen. Eventually, the screen went blank, and so did his silhouette. You felt rather than saw his gaze tilt towards you. You dusted the salt off your fingertips.

"There," you said. "You've had my popcorn. Now get out before my mom asks you if you want to stay over."

Theo leaned back, his long legs unfolding as he stretched. He yawned, scratching at his jaw.

"Actually, that's not a half-bad idea."

You scowled.

"Don't tempt me. I will haul your sleeping bag into oncoming traffic if I get the chance."

"Who said anything about a sleeping bag?"

It was dark, but clearly not dark enough to disguise the shit-eating grin you could hear in his voice.

"You're hilarious," you deadpanned. "I can't imagine why things never worked out between us."

"Certainly not for a lack of your charming disposition."

"Or your chivalrous tendencies."

Theo sucked in a breath between his teeth. You suppressed a smirk.

"It was one time. You know you only have yourself to blame for walking into that door." He dropped his voice. "I can't be your eyes and your keeper, sweetheart."

You snorted as you blindly reached into the dark to push his magnetic heat away. Your hand settled on his chest. For a moment, you forgot where you were, or what you were fighting about; there was only Theo and his warmth and the insidious, no-good dark pressing in on both of you.

"Okay, but seriously, leave. My mom will be insufferable if she finds out you're here."

"Promise?"

You shoved him.

You walked Theo to the front door. You told yourself it was only because you couldn't wait to get rid of him. As he reached for the doorknob, you instinctively picked his jacket off the coat stand, as if from muscle memory. For a second, your wilful, nostalgia-addled brain drifted back to the many nights that drew to a close on this very porch. Nights that ended with, er, warm goodbyes. Goodbyes that ended with Theo staggering home a good fifteen minutes later.

Oh, of course, you'd never do it today, but it was the sort of thing you'd indulge in as a teen. Theo would bid you good night, and you would sigh, or pout, or whatever it took to hold Theo back just a minute more. He had this way of holding you close, watching you with a reverence that bordered on devotional as he listened to you yammer about whatever was ailing you, fictional or otherwise. The way he'd peer down at you through his eyelashes, the way he'd lower his voice for just you to hear, the way his nose nudged yours, so unbearably soft - it was enough to make you feel like the only girl in the world.

No. Snap out of it.

Your gaze fixed on Theo once again. He was watching you with an expression that was too knowing for your liking. His hand was resting on the doorknob, but it was as though something were holding him back from turning it.

"Well. Good night, Y/N."

"Night, Teddy," you rasped out. Even as the words left your lips, you knew you'd pay dearly for letting that term of endearment slip.

You took a step closer to the door. Theo didn't move. You squinted up at him questioningly, half-suspicious. You didn't know what he was doing, still standing here, but you weren't sure if you wanted him to leave either. He was so close to you. Closer than he had been at the diner, or all evening. Close enough to be breathing the same air as you.

Your lips parted, poised to shape words to a question along the lines of are you having a stroke, Nott? That is, until you realised you had no voice for it. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Theo drop his head as he leaned towards you. His breath ghosted your lips.

You were doused by a sudden bout of reality. You flinched, badly, knocking into Theo's mouth. His head snapped back as he poorly stifled a pained groan, his hand flying up to his face. Your heart was racing as you tried to piece together what your body had reflexively picked up on.

"Did you just - ?"

"No," came the muffled reply. But his answer was too fast, too automatic, too ready at his lips.

"Oh, my God," you continued, not paying any mind to the drivel coming out of that uncouth mouth, "you just tried to kiss me." He did. He did just try to kiss you. Brainless. "Are you insane?"

Theo dabbed at his face gingerly, checking for blood on his fingertips. "Look, I don't know, or care, about what you thought I was doing, but I -"

You groaned. Always with the excuses and the lies - ugh, you did not miss this, good riddance.

"Don't even - " You scoffed, more at yourself than him. Of course he'd make a pass at you. It was so typical of him. The Theodore Nott you knew didn't know how to keep his hands, or his mouth, apparently, to himself. You crossed your arms.

"You're sick, Nott. Really. This is a new low, even for you. Trying to get me in bed when you don't even love me."

"I wasn't trying to -"

"Sure, you weren't." You rolled your eyes. "What kind of idiot do you take me for? Of all the people you know, do you really think I'm going to buy this innocent little Boy Scout who would never hurt a fly act?"

"I wasn't - "

"Oh, please. Like I don't know what you look like when you want to kiss me!"

"Fine," Theo snapped. He dropped his hand, apparently having deemed himself sufficiently unwounded. "I was going to kiss you. Happy?"

He raised his arms, outraged.

"How the fuck else have we ever said good night?"

You hesitated.

"That was...different. We were dating - delusional, but dating. How could you think this was in any way justified or appropriate?" You fixed him a derisive look. "I have a boyfriend, for Merlin's sake."

The corner of Theo's mouth twitched.

"Boyfriend," he repeated, in a patronising tone. "Don't make me laugh."

You ignored the jab.

"I don't know why I expected anything different from you," you went on, as though he hadn't spoken a word. "It's so like you to think we'll just pick up where we left off. This might be hard for your tiny little brain to comprehend, but I had my own life in Paris."

A poor, lackluster life, admittedly - not that Theo needed to know.

"And it was great. It was..." Er, maybe you were exaggerating a little. "...spectacular."

A little fib never hurt anyone.

"I have never been happier!"

Okay, now you were just straight up lying. A bit hard to stop once you've got started.

You stopped short when you picked up on the subtle shake to Theo's shoulders.

"What's so funny?" you demanded, waspishly.

Theo stifled a snort. He leaned down again, putting his face in yours, though you suspected he had no kissing-centric intentions this time.

"You know," he said softly, "for someone so thrilled with their life, you look pretty fucking miserable."

Your face burned hot. Oh, he was going to pay for that. You wanted to throttle him. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. What the - who the fuck did he think he was, sauntering into your house, eating your popcorn, making comments about a relationship he knew nothing about?

"Save it, Theodore," you said in a clipped tone. "I know who to call the next time I want to hear someone talking out of their ass."

Theo let out a sharp bark of laughter.

"This - this is your problem," he crowed. "You love the sound of your own voice too much to listen to anything anyone else has to say. Why should you, when you're always right, huh?"

You sneered at him.

"Oh, yeah. Sure. I don't know about always, but this time I'm..." your eyes flitted around the doorway. "...not wrong."

"That's just another way to say you're right!"

You threw your hands up.

"You know what? You're right. This is my fault. It's my fault for thinking you've changed. That you've grown up. Merlin forbid I think we're just having a nice time together. Kept your mouth shut for a couple of hours, so now you get to cop a feel? What, did you think I'd be easy enough, begging for you after all those years away?"

As you spoke, Theo's jaw set. Good. It was about time something ruffled his devil-may-care feathers.

"Now you're just putting words in my mouth. I never s - I never thought - "

"Face it, Nott. You're just too proud to admit you wanted to kiss me."

"And you're too proud to admit you wanted me to kiss you!"

Your face blanched. The shock quelled your rage momentarily. Shame masked any vindication you might have felt over Theo's lack of denial.

"Doesn't fit your sweet, innocent little image, does it?" Theo continued smugly, revelling in the quiet that followed. "Cheating? With an ex-boyfriend you're still hung up on?"

Anger flared in your chest once again. How dare he insinuate that you were pathetic enough to still have feelings for him after all this time, after all he's done?

"Get out. Out!"

You hooked Theo by the elbow as you yanked the door open, sending him stumbling down the front steps. A good and proper row, oddly reminiscent of the 'off-again' parts of your old relationship, appropriately theatrical and heavily dosed with low blows.

"Get out of my house," you hissed at him. "I never want to see you again. Take your filthy jacket with you."

You balled up his jacket and hurled it at him, which he caught at his stomach. He didn't stumble, didn't even flinch. Why should he, when he was just as seasoned as you were in navigating your aggressive spats? If you had to (grudgingly) admit to one redeeming quality of Theo's, it was that he gave as good as he got.

"Uh-huh. Yeah, sure. Today the jacket's filthy, but when I went to Europe - "

"You shut your mouth, you lying bastard."

Theo gave a sardonic whoop as he walked backwards down the path, towards the pavement.

"Oh yeah, that's good. Merlin forbid I don't take your abuse lying down. I'm the worst! I'm despicable. What else?"

You wished you had more of his possessions to pelt at his head. Your bicep was itching to heave something, preferably heavy enough to inflict considerable injury, at that ratty face of his.

"You narcissist, you egomaniac - "

"Oh, yeah! Can't forget about my head, it's the size of Manhattan."

You raised your voice, uncaring about the scene you were making, or what the neighbours did or didn't hear.

"Merlin help you if I catch your lying ass skulking around here, day or night."

"Oh, believe me, I'll be staying far, far away. You bet I thank my lucky stars every night I don't have to deal with this FRIGID. BITCH."

"MAN-WHORE!"

You flipped him off. He responded in equal measure.

Glaring, you watched him throw his jacket into his car and climb behind the wheel. He looked up as he yanked at his seatbelt, meeting your gaze. His lips were pressed into a thin line. A muscle in your jaw twitched. You refused to look away.

Lunatic.

[illbegottenfaith]

did you get your taste back? (a Taste Back by Harry Styles fic)

Three years after you last saw your on-again, off-again ex-boyfriend, you realise you still haven't grown out of your taste for him (ex!theo nott x reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

a/n - I think this is the first fic where I genuinely have nothing to say LOL anyways kiss all the time and disco occasionally!!! <33

word count - 1.5k

tropes/warnings - estranged exes to lovers, mildly unhealthy r/ship, second chance

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You nibbled at your chocolate sundae, your ears ringing with the tinny echo of the Latin pop music. You had long since lost interest in your boyfriend’s antics, such as starting a paltry Macarena chain at some random diner on a Thursday night. Of course, you were the only one who had seen it all before. Even your best friend, Ivy, was goggling at him from behind the counter, seconds away from dropping the glass in her slackening grip.

“Well, I never.”

You flinched, nearly upsetting your sundae. You knew who it is before you turned to look. Your eyes darted over to the counter, from which Ivy had mysteriously disappeared. Oh, that snitch.

“Do mine eyes deceive me?”

You reluctantly peered over your shoulder at your ex-boyfriend. You hadn’t wanted him to know you were back in town, and you had liked your odds of not running into him this evening. But then again, it was a small town - there were only so many places to go to.

“Hullo, Theodore.”

Theo slid into your booth, opposite you. His smile was as flippant as you remembered - the years had done nothing to mature it, or him, from the looks of it.

"Where did you go again? Portugal? Paraguay? Papua New Guinea?"

"Paris."

He screwed up his forehead. "Where's that, again?"

"Just south of go-fuck-yourself."

Theo placed a hand on his chest in mock indignation. You rolled your eyes. Please. As if you had forgotten how much filthier his mouth was, or could be.

"Oh, look at that. Three years on, and you still want to act like I don't got jokes. I'm touched, really."

You flashed him a sardonic smile. "Anything for you, baby."

Theo slid your sundae towards himself with a practiced ease.

“Two sundaes? I don’t remember you being this greedy."

He turned, craning his neck to survey the diner.

"So where’s your newest boy toy?”

His eyes settled onto the dwindling macarena chain near the back entrance. He turned back to you with a knowing look. You scowled.

“I’m going to take a wild guess.”

“Don’t.”

Theo grinned, keeping his mouth shut for once, but you felt embarrassed anyway. His eyes wandered over the table, the checkered floor, then you, as if searching for a change in subject. You could feel your face starting to burn under his gaze.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were back in town," he said, as if he had the uncanny ability to read your mind. Ugh, that you didn't miss.

You grimaced, pulling your sundae back towards yourself. Theo reached out towards what was left of the maraschino cherry that had been steadily wilting for the better part of the last hour. You slapped his hand away.

“Quit it. This one’s mine.”

“But you don’t even like the cherries.”

“Neither do you.”

Theo shrugged. “Free food is free food.”

“But this is my food.”

“Like I said, free food. Anyway, watch this.”

He plucked out the cherry anyway and dropped it into his mouth. For the next couple of minutes, you watched Theo's mouth work steadily, cautiously plying at the cherry. You watched, unimpressed. If nothing else, it was nice that it shut Theo up, even for just a short while.

"You're on your own if you start to choke. I still haven't learned the Heimlich."

Theo's eyes widened in a way that suggested he was playing up his surprise. Oh, you wanted to kick him for that.

Finally, he extracted the cherry stem, now expertly twisted into a knot. You gave him a bored look.

"Wonderful. The most useless skill I've ever witnessed. I've finally seen it all. I can die happy."

You went back to fiddling with your sundae. You were distantly aware that you were doing a poor job of disguising your horrid mood, but you didn't care enough to put any real heart into it, especially in front of Theo. Even when you were dating, you never bothered trying to hide your true feelings, not that it would have ever worked. The man could read you like a book.

Now, though...he probably didn't even realise anything was amiss.

Theo sucked at his teeth, breaking the awkward silence. The sundae that you had barely touched was now half empty. You looked up, and followed his gaze to where he was watching your boyfriend.

“He’s very spirited, isn’t he?" Theo murmured. "Look at those hips go.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Sure,” you said, ignoring Theo’s barb. You swirled around what was left of your sundae in the bottom of your glass dejectedly. “He’s got enough spirit for the whole bar. Everyone except me.”

Theo's eyes slid back to your face. Something in his eyes flickered, as if he was finally putting two and two together. Oh, you hated when he did that. Trust Theo to sour your one visit home within your first 24 hours back.

“C'mon," Theo said, his tone deliberately unsympathetic. You had always hated being pitied. "Chin up. We can make him jealous. Here,” Theo continued, covering your hand with his own. “Feed me some whipped cream.”

You had never held hands in public much when you were dating. You stared at where the joints of his fingers rested against your knuckles. It felt like a caricature of the time you spent together. Maybe that was what your relationship had needed - more hand-holding.

When you didn't respond, Theo wavered, closing his mouth uncertainly.

“Is he looking?”

“Are you?”

“Looking?”

“Jealous.”

The corners of his mouth tightened.

“No,” Theo said. He said it so easily, automatically. You should have known the answer just as automatically. He searched your face, his mouth pressed into a thin line, as if the question had made him uncomfortable. As if you had made him uncomfortable.

And who could blame him? He had probably long since moved on. You were the one harshing the vibe with your three-years-too-late thoughts that, really, were better kept to yourself.

You dragged a hand down your face. “I don’t - I’m sorry.” You fidgeted, tapping at the rings of condensation on the table. “Forget I said anything.”

The embarrassment washed over you like a wave. Your face felt hot, too hot. What did you care about Theo being jealous? That was his problem, not yours. And you certainly didn't want him to be jealous, heaven forbid. That was the whole reason you had moved away in the first place.

You closed your eyes, your head in your hands. Were the diner lights always this bright? Blinding, really, the way they reflected off the tiles. Oh, and that god-awful jukebox - you were ready to take a bat to it if they didn't stop soon. Between the noise and the emotional rollercoaster, you were starting to get a bit of a headache.

"Could you - could you leave, actually?" you forced out, your voice unnaturally high-pitched. "I think Martin's finishing up, and we should really get back to our date."

Theo stared at you. For a second, it looked like he would refuse, that he was going to tell you off for trying to hide when things got tough. But then the moment passed, and he sat up straighter, glancing at his watch.

"Yeah. Sure. I need to get going, anyway."

Theo climbed out of the booth. Even with your eyes still fixed on the sticky table, you could feel him hover, as if he were not quite ready to leave yet.

“Oi. Psst. Y/N.”

Grudgingly, you glanced up.

“You owe me.”

You raised your eyebrows, appalled.

“You all but devour my sundae, and I’m the one who owes you? Merlin, you really haven't changed.”

“Hey," Theo said, without any real outrage. "I didn’t just do that. I also ate your yucky medicinal cherry. Have some gratitude.”

You spluttered indignantly. Theo gave you a lazy half-smile. As he turned to leave, he ruffled your hair, which you imagined was some half-baked attempt at a brotherly affection.

Only, it doesn’t land right coming from Theo. All you can think about is the feeling of his fingers on your scalp, so gentle with their pressure, yet so persistent, as if the pads of his fingertips were aching to seek you out all these years later.

You were pulled out of your reverie as the diner's bell chimed. Theo stepped out and once again bled into some non-descript, unimportant detail in the void of your hometown.

You exhaled. Your thoughts wandered back to the conversation, to how Theo had subtly shifted towards you, as if his body were still attuned to your moods even if his mind no longer was. Perhaps it was something about the way you spoke that tipped him off on how lonely Paris was.

Maybe you just needed a little love. Or maybe you needed Theo.

Probably the first one.

[affectioncas]

STARRY EYES | theodore nott

word count: 3,829

summary: yearner theo shoots his shot… will he ball or will he flop?

author's note: thank u so much @puddlesoffrogs for the request i hope i did it justice! y’all let me know if you want a part two ;) i have some good ideas for it buttt would need to flesh it out a bit so just lmk if it’s something u would want to see!

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Ever since you watched Pansy Parkinson launch herself at Draco Malfoy for calling you a mudblood during your first year of Hogwarts, you’ve attached yourself to her hip. She didn’t exactly want you around at first, because being a friend of yours made her a target. But soon enough, you had unknowingly charmed Pansy with your sweet, almost innocent personality, and she quickly grew quite fond of you.

Pansy had never been the type of girl to not speak her mind. This was something that you realized within seconds of meeting her. Even in the most awkward or emotionally charged situations, she never held back her true feelings or thoughts. You looked up to her and thought of her as your own older sister. Of course, that came with her teasing you nonstop, although always from a place of love.

You like to think that you balance her out, even now, six years later with her in her final year of school and you one year behind. Pansy talks, and you listen. That’s how it has always been. You can’t even imagine what your last year of school will look like without your best friend by your side.

“He’s always annoying me, trying to ‘demand’ I go out with him or something.” You and Pansy are currently sprawled across her bed, legs dangling off the side with your head laid on her stomach. Your head moves slightly with each of her words, and you should find it annoying, but there’s something comforting about the physical closeness.

“Do you have to talk with your mouth full?” You ask with a tone of faux irritation, laughing when Pansy tugs on your ear. “You know Draco has liked you since forever, Pans.” She scoffs, continuing to munch away on muffins that she had somehow snuck in. “His ego is way too big. And plus, he was such an asshole to you.”

You prop yourself up with your elbow, watching Pansy with soft eyes. “That was six years ago. I let it go a long time ago. He’s changed.”

“That’s because you are way too forgiving, babes.” Pansy scoffs, her eyes narrowing just at the thought of Draco being mean to you, even though he was obviously just a young boy going through a lot of shit. It’s not like you forgave him easily, though. He spent the entirety of fourth and fifth year trying to make it up to you. “Plus, you know about me and Hermione.”

“Ah, yes, your secret relationship,” you muse, a teasing smile on your face. “I’m kinda the only one who knows. You can’t blame Draco for shooting his shot, well, at least once a day.” You giggle when Pansy makes a disgusted face. Her teeth are stained brown from the chocolate muffins, and there are crumbs across the lower half of her face, but she’s never looked more beautiful to you.

“I love you,” Pansy sighs, mimicking your pose to be eye level with you. “I’m not ready to graduate. I can’t leave you,” she whines, shoving your shoulder as if it’s your fault you’re a year younger than her.

“Don’t remind me,” you answer sadly, your smile drooping into a sadder one. The weight of her graduation remains heavy on your shoulders. It physically hurts to think about your life without Pansy constantly talking your ear off about the 30 different things that have managed to annoy her in the span of a day.

“Actually, that reminds me,” Pansy says suddenly, her eyes lighting up at whatever prospect just appeared in her mind. “Blaise told me the group is getting together tonight. You know, to celebrate graduation.”

You snicker softly, shaking your head in disbelief. “You guys do realize that you’re graduating in a few months, right? You’re celebrating a little too early.”

“Oh, but you know Enzo. He never misses a chance to liven up the common room a bit.” You groan, letting yourself fall back onto Pansy’s bed, staring at the canopy above.

It’s as if she can sense your discomfort. She pokes your cheek, pouting slightly at your lack of enthusiasm. “Come on, you’ll come. For me? It’s only one night.”

You grimace, already mentally preparing yourself to sit there quietly for the entire night. “Shouldn’t I be hanging out with people my own age?” you ask quietly, as a last ditch effort to try and get her off your back.

Pansy pinches your cheek instead of poking it. “Oh, shut it. We’re one year older, for Merlin’s sake. And they’re your friends too.”

“Barely,” you grumble, but you know that there isn’t any way in hell you’d make Pansy upset over something so avoidable. “Fine. I’ll be there.”

“I think it’s time to just give it up.” Theodore receives a pillow to the face at that comment. “Ow- what the hell was that for?”

“You are a such a fucking pussy,” Mattheo drawls. Normally, that wouldn’t have pissed Theodore off, but the sight of Blaise snickering on his bed while he pretends to read a book ticks him off.

“And you’re annoying,” Theodore spits out, shoving Mattheo to the side so he has space to lay on his own bed. Out of sheer habit, he opens the drawer of his bedside table, taking out a cigarette. He fumbles for his lighter, but Mattheo snatches it out of his hand.

Theodore glares. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Save that for tonight, loverboy,” Mattheo muses, laughing as Theodore seemingly tries to kill him with just his gaze. “Come on, why give up now? It’s been two years of you doing literally nothing at all, for Merlin’s sake. Now’s the perfect time.”

“We’re graduating in three months.” Theodore grabs the pillow next to him and uses it to cover his face. He wants to scream into it, to let out the pain and discomfort that’s been tearing his heart apart ever since he decided he had to have you one way or another. “What’s even the point?” Mattheo grabs the pillow from his grasp, tossing it onto the floor. “It’s not like you’re moving half way across the world. You’ll be in London. You can still visit her. A lot.” Theodore says nothing; he simply stares blankly at the ceiling, his arms falling beside him.

“Come on, Blaise. Back me up,” Mattheo calls out.

Blaise doesn’t even look up from his book as he responds. “I dunno, mate. It’s not like Theo has the balls to make a move.”

That comment makes Theodore scoff. “If you guys are trying to ragebait me into doing something, it’s not going to work.” Despite his words, he can feel his fingers twitching by his side, itching for the sweet relief of nicotine to relax the pressure of needing to do something, to at least tell you how he feels, to at least make it known to someone other than his best mates that he fell in love with you over the course of six years.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of Pansy, are you?” Mattheo asks.

“No, Merlin knows I’m not.” That could be a small lie. It’s awfully hard to approach you when you have somewhat of a guard dog beside you at all times.

“But okay, tell me this.” Theodore gets off his bed, beginning to pace the room, hands in his hair as he tries to calm himself down. “Has anyone other than Pansy fucking Parkinson ever had a conversation with her that has lasted more than a few minutes? No? That’s what I thought.”

“Can you stop fucking pacing, mate? It’s distracting.” Blaise tosses his book at Theodore, and it hits his side, but he doesn’t even react. He’s too busy trying not to hex himself into his next life so he doesn’t have to stress about this anymore.

“I’m being serious. How am I supposed to get her to like me, or even acknowledge me, if I can’t even talk to her. How?”

“Oi.” Mattheo’s voice snaps him back to reality, and Theodore whirls around to face him, his hands finally dropping to his side. “You need to relax, Theo. Like seriously.” Theodore groans, his head falling into his hands. “Do we have to talk about this?”

“Listen,” Blaise starts. “Pansy told me she’s forcing her to come hang out with us tonight. When Pansy’s being her usual loud and annoying self, just make your move then. Your girl is always quiet, off to the side. Who knows? She might enjoy someone other than Pansy talking to her.”

Theodore’s eyes widen. Mattheo whistles, patting Blaise on the back. “Yo. Good shit, mate.” 

Blaise shrugs like it’s nothing. “How do you think I got Luna to fall for me, you assholes?” 

Theodore snickers. “We still don’t know to this day, mate.”

You wince as Pansy practically attacks you when you walk down the stairs to the common room, your hands immediately finding her arms to stabilize both her and yourself.

“You reek of cigarettes, you know that?” Pansy returns your comment with a simple eyeroll, grabbing your hand to drag you toward the couches by the fireplace.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Mattheo drawls, a smirk adorning his face as you stand (hide) behind Pansy, giving everyone a small smile and a quick wave.

“Oh shut it and leave her alone, Riddle,” Pansy retorts, returning to her original seat on a couch closest to the fire. Naturally, you slide in next to her, Draco to your right with Pansy to your left. Lorenzo, Theodore, and Mattheo sit on the couch opposite of you, with Blaise situated on the floor with his back to the fire.

You shift uncomfortably; everyone seems to be looking at you, for some reason. You look to Pansy for help, and of course, ever your savior, she launches back into whatever conversation they were previously having. Something about Professor Snape being especially broody lately.

The night passes quickly for most, but slowly for you. You spend most of the time laying your head on Pansy’s shoulder, smiling softly at Enzo’s random jokes and Draco’s flirtatious comments. When the joint gets passed around to you, you find yourself actually accepting it, laughing when Draco raises his eyebrow.

Eventually, the conversation naturally drifts into smaller groups. Pansy gets distracted arguing with Mattheo and Blaise over something ridiculous. Draco and Enzo are huddled to the side, their whispers looking more like gossip as their bodies shake with hidden laughter. You have the couch all to yourself now, your head leaned to rest on the back, your hands fidgeting in your lap as you admire the ceiling. You’re so relaxed to the point where you can feel your body dip lower and lower into the couch, inch by inch.

You can actually feel yourself drifting off before the spot next to you on the couch dips. “Pans.” Her name automatically rolls off your tongue, your eyes fluttering open. “I’m so hungry. Like, I would kill someone for a milkshake right now.”

“Well, I hope I’m not your victim of choice, then.” You gasp, immediately moving your head up and to the side.

“Oh,” you whisper breathlessly, stupidly, your eyes wide as you realize you’re face to face with none other than Theodore Nott, a man you’ve exchanged maybe a total of 20 words with over the span of six years.

He stifles a laugh, and you feel like letting the ground swallow you whole. “Sorry,” you manage to squeak out, your gaze falling down to your hands in your lap.

“Don’t be,” Theodore murmurs, and his voice is smooth and almost velvety, so unlike anything you’ve ever heard him sound like before. It’s such a stark difference to the way he’ll banter with Mattheo or insult Draco. You’re surprised he even has the ability to sound so… friendly.

“I know a way to get you that milkshake without committing any acts of murder, if you’re interested,” he muses, trying to hide his smirk behind his hand but absolutely failing.

You can feel your face flush with embarrassment, yet you will yourself to look up at him. “I… um.” You hesitate, but all of a sudden it’s like Pansy has infiltrated your mind, her voice screaming at you to branch out, to be more open. Plus, you are really hungry anyway, so what’s the worst that could happen?

You steel your nerves, sitting up straighter as if your posture will somehow provide you with more courage. “I’m interested.”

Theodore smiles and you swear you can feel your heart fall out of your chest. He cocks his head towards the exit, as if beckoning you to follow him. “Don’t be too obvious, or I’ll never hear the end of it from your girlfriend.”

You giggle, glancing towards Pansy quickly, and once you see she’s still engrossed in her argument, you stand up along with him. What you miss as the two of you walk out is the glance Theodore throws behind him right before he leaves the room. Mattheo smirks, and Theodore returns the look. Smooth.

“So, what is this bright idea of yours?” you mutter, glancing around the corridors as the two of you walk side by side. You, oddly enough, are a bit scared of getting caught out after curfew; you’re usually not. Although the feeling of nervousness could also possibly be attributed to the terrifyingly charming boy walking next to you.

Theodore slides his hands into his pockets, a calm look on his face despite the raging onslaught of emotions he’s currently experiencing. “House-elves owe me a favor.”

You raise an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised by his answer. “Do tell.”

Theodore laughs, following you down the stairs to the kitchens. “Some things are best left unsaid, darling.”

Your insides flood with warmth. You’re eternally grateful that Theodore can’t see the blush that has most definitely bloomed on your face.

He takes your silence as rejection and quickly backtracks. “I-I’m sorry. That was way out of line.”

“No,” you start quietly, looking at him once the two of you reach the bottom of the stairs. “It’s… it’s fine.” You don’t elaborate, quickly walking to the painting of a bowl of fruit. “Just tickle the damn thing. I’m hungry.”

Theodore snorts. “Didn’t realize you were so bossy.”

“Usually not,” you admit, watching as Theodore gets out his wand to perform the spell. You’ve not only surprised Theodore with your behavior, but also yourself; it’s true that you aren’t usually this open around new people. You assume it has something to do with the joint you accepted from Draco. How fitting.

“Are you sure this is okay?” you whisper as Theodore shuts the painting door behind you, glancing around the kitchens to see only a few house elves still cleaning up the place.

“Don’t worry, principessa. I wouldn’t take you here unless I knew for certain it would be alright.” You turn behind you to witness Theodore giving you a reassuring grin, and you return it with a shy smile and a brief glance. He thinks he could die right now and remain happy for eternity.

You lean against the wall, simply watching as Theodore squats down to murmur something in a house elf’s ear. Five minutes later, you’re sipping on a strawberry milkshake, roaming the halls back toward the common room.

“Thanks a lot. For this.” You gesture towards the milkshake, laughing when Theodore tries to wave it off.

“It’s no big deal,” he replies, and his tone is filled with such warmth that you can feel pooling in your stomach.

“So, what’s your favorite class this year?” Theodore asks, watching you sip happily. It’s painfully obvious that he’s trying to start a conversation, and you find it mildly entertaining that this is your first time getting to know him after six entire years.

“Probably Care of Magical Creatures.” You see Theodore’s eyebrow raise in the corner of your eye. “Don’t start,” you warn. “That class isn’t only reserved for Hufflepuffs, you know.”

Theodore raises his hands in mock surrender. “You really are feisty.” You shake your head to try and hide the smile on your face. “What’s your favorite creature, then?”

“Definitely kneazles. They remind me of my cat back home.” You raise a hand to your mouth, eyes widening as you realize you are willingly sharing personal information about yourself to someone other than Pansy. You curse under your breath; you’re not sure what to do with yourself. You’ve never acted this way around new people before. You haven’t even acted like this around people you’ve known forever.

You glance towards Theodore, expecting him to mock or tease you like anyone else would after finding out your favorite class is coddling creatures. Your heart climbs into your throat when you turn your head to find him looking at you with eyes full of curiosity and genuine intrigue.

“I, uh…” you start, trailing off as you try and think of what to say. “I have a tabby back home. I’m not sure if you’re familiar?”

Theodore nods thoughtfully. “They have stripes, right? With a sort of ‘M’ shape on their forehead?”

“Uh, yeah,” you respond a bit too breathlessly for your liking. You clear your throat, quickly turning away to take another sip of your milkshake to try and distract yourself from the fact that you are walking around, alone, with a terribly handsome and attentive man. You don’t know how you only now started to realize this fact.

Theodore laughs at your reaction, and you melt. “It can’t be that funny,” you murmur, huffing as you look away.

“It’s only mildly amusing,” he teases, and you realize you need the conversation to turn away from this sort of banter or you might actually faint.

Thankfully, Theodore seems to read your mind. “I noticed you reading in the common room the other day.” He says it so nonchalantly, like it means nothing, like you shouldn’t read into it. So you don’t. But you can’t stop your traitorous heart from doing a flip in your chest. “What book?”

“It’s just some stupid muggle book,” you murmur, tugging on your sleeve almost anxiously.

It’s like Theodore can read you perfectly. “You don’t need to be shy. I’m not going to judge you. I might even take your recommendation.” He smiles at you, and you can’t help but notice the way his eyes crinkle at the edges, and how his lips are slightly chapped, and how his hair is perfectly tousled, and–

You clear your throat once again. “Have you heard of The Kite Runner?” Theodore shakes his head as a no. “It’s a historical fiction novel. It’s the only book that’s ever made me cry,” you admit, and once again, you’re surprised at yourself for even bringing it up. 

“Well then, it seems like I’ll have to check it out,” Theodore muses, and you return his smile.

The two of you talk and talk until you end up reaching the entrance to the common room. You find yourself actually feeling a bit disappointed as the two of you reach the dungeons. It amazes you that you’ve been talking to someone other than Pansy for more than 30 minutes. It’s so easy to talk to Theodore because he’s actually listening.

You are honestly and truly scared of your treacherous heart, for the way it stops when he looks at you, or the way it beats faster when he teases you. You’re not sure how you’ve managed to ignore this man’s existence for six whole years. It feels like you’ve wasted them all.

You turn around once you reach the entrance to the common room, surprised when Theodore doesn’t follow. “You okay?” you ask softly, letting your hand drift from the stone wall. He says nothing while looking at you, deep in thought. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, and you swallow heavily.

“I’m not quite sure how to say this, but I…” Theodore trails off, looking nervous for the first time since you’ve known him. He looks almost cute, yet you immediately dismiss the thought.

“I’m interested in you.” Your mouth falls open. You almost drop your milkshake glass. “And I have been for… a long time now.”

You say nothing. You are physically incapable of movement. Your mind is screaming at your body to do something, to say something, anything. With a wand to your head, you probably still wouldn’t be able to even twitch a muscle.

“If you want, I’d like it if we could keep walking around. And talking.” Theodore reaches his hand out slowly, giving you time to pull away, and grabs your wrist softly when you don’t. Your breath hitches as he makes contact with you, and you’re so overwhelmed and confused and flattered that you can’t even think. Your vision swims. His thumb traces circles onto your skin and the sensation is akin to fire spreading across your body.

“There’s no way you like me,” you reply dumbly, eyes wide open as you gaze up at him. He looks so unguarded, so vulnerable, that it makes you want to do the same.

“There actually are many ways, and I’m living them all,” he murmurs, his eyes drifting down towards your lips before moving back up.

“I–” You’re interrupted by the sound of stone shifting behind you. You immediately yank your hand out of Theodore’s grasp, and you only briefly witness the hurt look on his face before you turn around.

“Pansy?” You say in disbelief, mouth falling open now for a completely different reason as she collapses onto you.

“I was looking for you, babes!” Pansy looks at you before looking at Theodore by your side, her eyebrows furrowing. “You’re with… him? Just him?”

You try to hide your snicker as you shoot Theodore a look. He only smirks in response, shaking his head. “I, uh…” you raise your hand with the glass in it. “Milkshake,” you put simply.

“Ohhhkay then,” Pansy mumbles, grabbing your hand to drag you back inside. “C’mon, we’re playing truth or dare and you have to play with us. No excuses this time.”

Somehow, Theodore is able to masterfully act like nothing happened, playing the trivial game with ease. However, you know that there is no way in hell that you will be able to concentrate with Theodore sitting right in front of you, his words echoing in your head nonstop as you stare blankly into the distance.

You eventually find yourself risking a glance at Theodore across the circle. He’s already looking at you, and you hold back a giggle. You feel like a fucking fangirl when a nervous smile adorns his face, and for the first time, you find yourself uncontrollably smiling back. You’re acutely aware now of the fact that the rest of your sixth year will be forever changed by a boy who has, quite possibly, stolen a milkshake along with your heart.

[loveshuabot]

This was so freaking sweet what the hell

[michelle-is-writing]

True love, Luke Crain

Word count: 1.2k

Every night, Luke and (Y/n) would fall asleep under warm covers with the sound of silence filling their room. Even though this night was no different, Luke found himself fast asleep until waking up with a sudden startle, his throat feeling as if a pair of hands were clenching it. The last time this had occurred was the night Nell had committed suicide. He could vividly remember shooting up in bed with his hand grasping his neck, gasping for air as soon as he opened his eyes.

Although, this time was different. This time, the feeling of being choked was not the only thing unusual as a simple click sound pushed the silence out of the room, this being the cause of him waking up. In the quick second that Luke had to register the noise, he knew the click was undeniably that of the handle on his childhood room’s door.

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[michelle-is-writing]

Reunite, Luke Crain (1)

In this fic, Luke never befriended Joey.

Word count: 2.5k~

Part 1

Your life can flash by you in an instant. For me, when I think about my life, I see it all pass me as a theater release of a drama film. One moment, you’re with the love of your life, enjoying a nice dinner with his family, and in the next, you’re at your would-be sister-in-law’s funeral with the love of your life sitting beside you, his body still recovering from years of drug abuse and the ring you once wore on your left ring finger long gone. Looking around the room, the dreary blank walls set with the dimming white lights match my life - those things used to be lit up and lively, and now, they’re memories of what used to be good.

Life used to be great. I had Luke, his family, and a wedding ring on my finger. I could handle his nightmares and past memories of bad things that once went on in his life. What I couldn’t handle was the heroin and the constant lies and betrayal that came with the drugs. It only took me a stolen tablet and used needles to kick Luke out of my life. It hurt me a lot to do that, but what hurt worse was seeing him after three years of nothing with him.

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[ryoride]

ꮼ WANT TO FANTASIZE !

cw: brothers best friend trope, late teens-early twenties, mutual yearning, crushes, katsuki is down bad, sleepover, kissing, swearing, & not proofread

ⓘ Featuring brothers best friend Kats can't help but think about Kirishima's little sister.

katsuki knew he was done for the first time he came to Kiri's & found you opening the door to welcome him—it wasn't even supposed to be something meaningful, gaming & dinner, but he found you and just knew.

katsuki started coming over regularly. Everyone wants to study? Let's go to Kirishima's. Movie night? Kirishima's house has the best snacks. Sleepovers? Since you're there, Mina & Jirou can come; it's only logical to be at Kirishima's.

katsuki would bring extra snacks & offer them to you because he noticed you sneaking downstairs to raid the kitchen, is always quick to pass you a plate, or bowl, or just a brownie—before your brother gets the chance most of the time.

katsuki thinks he's slick about his crush, but it's painfully obvious to just about everyone but you.

katsuki started figuring out little ways to include you in the friend group, blissfully unaware that the moment he suggested bringing you, Kirishima was expecting to be told you were dating soon after.

katsuki who snuck into your room one night during one of the sleepovers, his friends were bickering over a video game, & he took the opportunity, finding you getting ready for bed, making a fool of himself, and accidentally started a domino effect.

You'd always end up seeking the other out.

katsuki ends up crashing in your room at every chance, claiming the atmosphere was "too loud." from the extras & started spending more time tucked in your room than out with his friends.

katsuki dozed off in your bed one night while you were showering & woke up to the feeling of your damp hair prickling against his chest, dazed & out of it at the sight of you cuddling up against him.

katsuki silently wrapped an arm around your shoulder, stroking your shoulder slowly & watched you get more comfortable against him, letting you live in it & take it as it were, you felt safe with him.

katsuki only woke up from the flash of Mina's phone at 3 am, where his friends were all crowded around your bed snapping photos of you using Kats as your personal teddy bear—glared at them, silencing them with a single eye twitch and hissed "If you wake her up, I swear to god—"

katsuki didn't move a muscle & stayed put after Kirishima finally dragged their friends out of your room with a quiet "we're talking about this in the morning." as he motioned between you both before leaving.

katsuki completely forgot he'd been annoyed the moment he felt your fingers lazily stroking his chest, & froze up when your lips softly pressed against his cheek.

katsuki knows he's completely smitten.

[crescendoserenade]

baby yuji loves his pretty auntie who brought him his favorite plush tiger! I wanted to do something cute cos I love bby yuji

“auntieeeeeeee!!!” the little glob of sunshine screeched and crashed face first into your thigh. he always loved when you visited him and his uncle kuna. you always indulged his childish antics, let him ramble for literally hours about tigers and his best friend megumi (poor kid had the attention span of a hyperactive puppy) how could he not love you?

“can she at least get through the damn door before you go tacklin’ her?” sukuna scolds the tot but there’s no true bite to his bark. “and stop calling her that, punk.” the kid hisses at him, bearing his two missing front teeth, all the while you chuckle above him. the man couldn’t get two seconds alone with you while the kid was around, but honestly it seemed healthy to have you around. yuji opened up about some of the things he was going through to you a lot easier than he did with his uncle. sukuna had temporary custody of the little boy until his twin brother and sister in law got themselves together. you gave both of them some relief when it came to that delicate situation.

back to the present, yuji clings to your leg, arms and legs wrapped around you in a vice grip. he tries to take a peak inside the paper bag you’re keeping out of his reach.

“stop being mean to my nephew,” you say, and commence an awkward waddle-walk to the couch where sukuna’s leaned back on. once you finally coax the boy off of your leg, he squeezes in between his two favorite people on the couch to watch, in sukuna’s words a “boring ass movie,” to which you reminded him a child was present and not to swear in front of a kid.

“auntie?” he asks, brown eyes magnetized to the movie still.

“yes?”

“whats in the baggie?” he notices the glance you give up to sukuna, who’s casually snuck his arm across the couch behind your head. sukuna shrugs. your bones pop as you stretch, and you hop off the couch to head to the dining room table where you placed the bag. yuji springs up right after you, feet pitter pattering across the apartment floor.

“close your eyes,” you say, but yuji’s too excited and is already barreling a plethora of questions at you. it’s so cute—you honestly would let him go on for the rest of the night, but ryomen cuts the toddler off.

“just close your eyes, brat,” he commands with a slight bass in his voice. he snaps his eyes shut and puffs out his cheeks, holding his breath in anticipation as he hears you rustle the bag for a moment.

“okay, you can open them now!” he slowly opens his eyes, and as he does, they nearly pop out from his head. he squeals excitedly and bounces up and down, his tiny body spasming in pure joy.

“baby, the neighbors!”

“sowwy!” sukuna sighs. yuji reaches for the tiger, but recoils, as if he’s not sure if he wants to take it or not.

“uncle sukuna told me you were having a hard time sleeping, so I thought this little guys would help keep the nightmares away,” you explained. you urged him to take the toy. he looks back between the stuffed tiger and his uncle, who was watching from his spot on the couch.

“you just gonna stand there or are you gonna take the damn tiger?” yuji snatches the tiger and squeals a bunch of rushed together “thank you’s!”and crushed the toy in a death hug.

“THANK YOU THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU FOREVER!! I WISH MY UNCLE WOULD MARRY YOU!!!”

“alright, bedtime,” sukuna suddenly says and gets up from the couch and ushers the child to the back of the apartment. you giggled at the scene before you. sukuna glares but you pay him no mind. you of course, also help him get ready for the night.

later on, you tell the little boy goodnight, and leave him with his uncle for a few moments. he looked so comfy and snug with his little tiger he affectionately named after you.

as yuji drifts off into sleep, he reaches his stubby fingers for his uncles strong hands.

“uncle ‘kuna, um, can she stay?” it was a loaded question. he watches as his nephew falls asleep instead of giving him an answer.

“yeah, punk, i’m working on it.”

[blinkbunni]

Heian!Sukuna x his darling wife!reader.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” You softly murmur to one of your son’s nurses beside you as she bowed. “He has your eyes, your highness.” She replied, her face wrinkling as she smiled in awe of how beautiful the king’s wife is. Because of your busy schedule as Ryomen Sukuna’s queen, it wasn’t often you even got time somewhat alone with your month old child, Yuji.

But when you did, your heart swelled just by looking at him. He was curled into your chest, lashes slowly blinking as his eyes got drowsy. Yuji cooed at your touch when you brought your hand to his chubby cheek.

As you watched your baby drift off into sleep, you kept holding him, softly rocking him as you paced around the vast nursery. Your husband had grumbled that the room was too childish for his son, yet had no room to say anything to how unpredictable your hormones were when you were pregnant and glowing.

You hummed a soft lullaby, and brushed Yuji’s pink hair that spiked everywhere, like his father. You heard the door slightly open. “Your majesty, the Lord requests your presence in his chambers immediately.” Urarume informs, bowing their head to you.

“I am with my child, he may wait.” You reply, unfazed how while everyone fears him, he fears you. “I do not want to argue, but he’s awaiting you. He requests you to spend the night in his wing.” “Urarume, do not worry.” You smiled at them and tended to your sleeping child. It was no doubt that the whole palace was aware you were in love with your baby. Who wouldn’t?

He was a happy boy, with his gummy smile and tiny hands always finding your hair. Not long after Urarume left the door slightly open, you could hear your large husband stalking towards the wing, his footsteps heavy.

Though maids and servants cowered in fear, scurrying out of sight when they heard him, you kept your gaze onto Yuji.

“Wife.” His voice boomed.

You turned to him and put a finger to your lips. “Shh, your son is sleeping.” Clearly, not giving him the attention he secretly desired. “Tch, a mere and Defenceless child is hogging all your attention. Did I not request you to return to my chambers?”

“He isn’t just any child, ‘kuna. He’s ours.”

You smiled softly at your husband’s jealousy with your back turned to him as you placed down the swaddled baby into his crib, before feeling his warm cheek again.

Sukuna sighed before walking towards you and placing his arms around your waist, and leaning into your hair to take in your scent. “Come, brat . Your king demands your presence.” He ordered, trying to stay assertive, but his voice just naturally softened around you, not that it was difficult to.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” You murmured. Sukuna paused. “He shall be my heir, to carry my legacy.” You paused before facing him with a satisfied expression and grabbed his hand. “Let’s head to your chambers, my lord.”

He wasted no time, once the large marble doors were shut, to hoist you up as he carried you towards his lavish bed and slightly untying your night gown from the back. He always complained that your maids did it far too tightly.

He crawled in beside you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You sighed into his warm touch, and leaned towards his broad chest. “Took you long enough, why wouldn’t you just say you wanted to rest, foolish brat?” Sukuna grumbled. “I was coming soon, kuna. You mustn’t be so restless. I will come at my leisure but I will always come.” You softly reassured him, one of your hands scratching his head.

His grip tightened on your shoulders. “I want you always with me. You married me, not my spawn.” He mumbled in your neck. You slightly smacked his head. “Don’t call your child your spawn. Will he not carry your legacy?” You asked, repeating his words. He stayed quiet for a few moments before finally speaking.

“He will. And I hope he’s a better king than his father.” You brought your husband’s face to look at you before giving it a soft kiss.

uhh I didn’t really care abt sukuna in this fic, but I still love my big baby. MY BABY YUJI AWWW I LOVE HIM

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[paperellina]

tojis daughter protecting her mama from him (papa toji x mama reader) ♡

a/n: AYYYY PIPPAS BACK TO WRITING!!. sorry babies ive been picking up a ton of extra shifts since im gonna be gone the whole of july and i need that bag....hope u guys like this ♡

the bedroom is quiet. youre propped against the pillows with your little girl tucked against your chest, one tiny hand curled into your shirt while a pacifier bobs lazily between her lips. her eyes are heavy, blinking slower every minute, little body completely melted against you as you run your fingers through her hair.

shes content and half asleep.

until toji decides to drag his big old ass in.

the mattress dips heavily beneath a familiar weight, and immediately her eyes crack open. toji climbs into bed with absolutely zero regard for the peaceful atmosphere either of you had going, all broad shoulders and rough hands as he sprawls across the mattress beside you. he takes one look at his wife cuddled up with his daughter and he decides hes being neglected.

"move over." he says, which makes you laugh quietly.

toji leans across the bed anyway, one hand planting beside your hip while he reaches for you, clearly aiming to steal a kiss. a rough one, at that. he barely makes it halfway there before a tiny hand shoots up and smacks him directly on the cheek.

he freezes.

your daughter glares at him around her pacifier before another little hand lands against his face with even more conviction than the first. toji stares at her and she stares right back, and then her tiny arm stretches across your chest like shes physically shielding you from him, pacifier bobbing once in what feels suspiciously like a warning.

toji lets out a sharp laugh.

"aint no damn way." he huffs, voice gruff. did his daughter seriously just do that?

rhe baby doesnt budge. If anything, she presses closer into you, possessive and protective. you finally start laughing into her hair while toji sits there looking betrayed.

"baby," you manage, even though tojis already grinning despite himself.

your daughter keeps glaring at him from the safety of your arms, little brows furrowed while she stubbornly keeps that tiny arm stretched across you.

toji points at her, his eyes narrowing in mock warning.

"thats my wife." he says, voice low, and your baby huffs around her pacifier. toji laughs at that, not being able to take her seriously.

"she got an attitude already." he grunts

Then he reaches for you again and immediately gets smacked a second time. this one somehow manages to feel even more offended than the first. toji falls back against the mattress laughing while your daughter settles proudly against your chest again, completely satisfied that the threat has been neutralized.

for a moment he just watches the two of you. his wife is curled around his daughter, his daughter is curled around his wife. the tiny bodyguard is already starting to drift back off, one chubby hand still resting possessively on your chest bevause shes making absolutely sure he remembers shes protecting mama. then a slow grin pulls at the corner of tojis mouth.

If mamas off limits, thats fine because he can always find a different target.

his hand reaches over and gently pokes one of her cheeks. the babys eyes crack open immediately, and she glares. toji pokes her again, and the glare deepens.

"aint so tough now, huh?" he drawls out, and the baby huffs around her pacifier.

toji reaches over and squishes both cheeks together, and she looks genuinely outraged. the tiny hand that had been protecting you immediately abandons you so she can shove at his wrist instead.

toji bursts out laughing, the sjght of his baby trying to seriously hit him making him laugh even harder.

"there she is." he says.

your daughter lets out the most offended little noise imaginable and tries pushing him away again, but he only gets worse, poking her cheek, stealing her pacifier for half a second before giving it back, squishing her face again, bothering her just enough to keep getting reactions.

by now shes fully awake and deeply unimpressed with her daddy while youre laughing your godamn ass off.

toji finally relents when she starts trying to hide her face against your chest, her lower lip wobbling.

"aw, come on." he huffs.

he reaches over one last time, smoothing a hand over her hair before pressing a loud kiss into her chubby cheek. the baby immediately frowns, which makes toji grin.

then he settles beside both of his girls, one arm wrapping around your waist. his the other reaches over to gently tap his daughters little foot sticking out from beneath the blanket, and she immediately kicks him.

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[dreamsinarcadia]

Pillow Talk

The one where Son Heungmin can’t seem to let his girlfriend wiggle her way out of his arms

pairing: sonny x gf!reader

warning: tooth ache kind of fluff with implied smut

She loved her boyfriend—she really did. He had her whole heart in the palm of his hands and she trusted him with it; trusted him not to squeeze too hard on it—not to shatter it into fragments of love.

And she was certain that the feeling was mutual—he'd told her so himself, proclaimed it with eyes that were practically shaped into hearts as he gazed at her with a heart achingly deep sense of adoration; one that never failed to make her feel so unbelievably loved.

However... she’d be lying if she said he couldn't get a little frustrating sometimes. Like now, for instance.

“Heungmin, move.”

“No.” His response was instantaneous and very much final.

“I need to get up.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

His sass had one of her brows arch up, and she was sure she would've crossed her arms too had he not restricted her movement with his own—much stronger, might she add—limb. The man knew that her work schedule had been cleared for the entirety of December, and was determined to take this rare opportunity by the reigns.

Her lips parted—very much ready to have a go at him for the unwarranted attitude—when, instead of actual words, a light gasp left them; practically inaudible from how soft it was, but that didn't make what happened any less surprising.

His lips had found their way onto her neck, pressing soft, gentle kisses across the exposed area with an occasional—and very intoxicating—nip here and there. His arm, banded securely around her hip, pulled her closer to his side. The heat of it all practically flooded her vision with pink and she almost melted right in that very moment.

"Just a little longer," he muttered into her skin, lips making contact with the already hickey littered surface in a repeated pattern that shot tingles straight down her spine, "a month away from you was torture."

Work had forced her to return to Seoul for a good portion of November. She had, of course, missed Heungmin a great deal, but hadn’t been aware of how much he’d missed her until she had stepped past his threshold tonight only to be swept off her feet.

She genuinely couldn’t remember if he’d even managed to close the front door.

His hand slipped under her thin cotton t-shirt; cool palm resting against the flat of her stomach as he whispered sweet nothings into her ears in hopes of saving himself from a lecture–and she was afraid that it was very much working.

She was an absolute sucker for sweet moments like this.

But she was also recovering from a strenuous night, barely having gotten any sleep between multiple rounds of heaven sent pleasure. The man had been positively insatiable upon her return, and though this delighted her to no end, she was slick with sweat, peppered with hickeys, her legs felt like jelly and she wanted nothing more than a warm shower. The saccharine scent of sex was strong, and the air around them was stiflingly thick, despite the air conditioning being on full blast.

“Heungmin.”

“Hm?” His head tilted up, gaze focused on her with a sense of endearment only she was privy to receiving from him; the twitch of his lips showcasing his lovestruck smile in a show of vulnerability that, once again, only she had the pleasure of seeing on him.

His gaze was softened and practically swirling with that domestic love she knew he held for her; the one that would instantly ease all his muscles and have him actively seek her out just to hold her in his arms, to love on her like he always claimed she deserved.

When she didn't respond immediately, his grip tightened and he pulled her further into his side; to fit against him like she was meant to be there, like he was incomplete without her—and her, without him.

Ah, she was so stupidly weak to him when he got like this. Her hand reached up to brush cool fingers soothingly on the apple of his cheek.

“Aren’t you tired?” A valid question, seeing as though the man had only a few hours of rest between his match and her return.

“With you in my arms? Never.” His voice was soothingly calm, but when he propped an elbow on the pillow to look down at her, his eyes were blazing, pinning her to the spot. It raked over her appearance - the mussed hair, the love bites adorning the delicate curve of her neck, the rise and fall of her chest, the adorable flush of pink on her cheeks. The corner of his lips stretched to a wide grin.

When her hand dropped from his face, he was quick to catch it and press a kiss to her palm. He held it close to his heart. “Why?” He asked, knowing damn well the answer. “Are you tired?”

“…maybe.”

“Oh no! Rough night? Want to stay in bed a little while longer to recharge?”

She had to fight the urge to kiss the damn smirk off his face. He looked so damn pleased with himself.

“…okay fine,” she grumbled, “we can stay here a little longer.”

And then he was kissing her, his hands moving quickly to hook her legs around his waist and move her underneath himself. And suddenly, her arms and legs didn’t feel like jelly anymore. Instead, she’d felt as electrified—as if struck by lightning…only better. Much, much better. Because she couldn’t wrap her arms around lightning, or feel lightning’s heart skip against her own.

“Not for too long, we’ve been in bed for hours,” she protested weakly into the increasingly heated kiss. “I’m melting.”

“Mmm.”

“We have to eat.”

He pulled away to grin at her, a mischievous twinkle alight in his eyes. “Great idea,” he said. “Let’s do just that.”

Just when she was about to open her mouth to steer him clear of the inevitable course of action, he’d lunged straight for her neck to attack her with another fit of adoring kisses—ones that made her sigh in what she could only describe as contentment.

And then her t-shirt was back on the floor.

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[sunnydilaurentis]

you're it for me | john logan ✶

summary: in which john logan spends an entire night accidentally proving that he's completely and utterly whipped for his girlfriend.

pairing: john logan x fem!reader

notes: this fic is based on this request! thank you so much for this idea! <3 i hope you enjoy 💌

ꪆৎ

the thing nobody tells you about john logan is that his reputation had existed long before you were with him.

before you ever met him, before you'd ever stepped foot in the hockey house, before you'd even known his name, there were already stories.

stories about parties, stories about girls, stories about john logan being john logan.

he had always been confident, social, charming without even trying. he was the kind of person who would walk into a room and somehow know everybody by the time he left.

people gravitated towards him naturally, they always had, which was why even now, nearly a year into your relationship, people still occasionally had the wrong impression.

especially people who didn't know him. especially those who only knew the version of him they'd heard about. the version that existed before you, the one his friends found hilarious because it no longer existed at all.

it starts after a friday night home game. a good win, the kind that leaves everybody in an incredible mood. the team heads out afterwards, claiming a cluster of tables at malone's, the music loud enough that half their conversations are shouted just to be heard.

you'd texted earlier saying you'd meet them there after finishing something with allie. logan had responded with a simple message.

logan 💌

i can't wait to see you.

which, according to dean, was embarrassing enough on its own. logan had told him to give it a rest, dean naturally hadn't listened.

now, nearly forty minutes later, logan is sitting in a booth, nursing a beer while absentmindedly checking his phone for what has to be the twentieth time. not because you're late. you aren't. you'd told him approximately when you'd arrive.

he knows that, he's fully aware of that.

he simply just misses you.

which is apparently enough to make him act like he hasn't seen you in weeks instead of a few hours.

"you know y/n isn't arriving any faster because you keep checking."

logan doesn't bother looking up, he knows exactly whose speaking before the sentence is even finished.

dean.

"i know."

"then stop doing it."

"no."

dean sighs dramatically. "garrett, tell him."

garrett glances over from his conversation, takes one look at logan and immediately shakes his head. "i'm not getting involved."

"coward."

"i just know an unwinnable battle."

before dean can continue, a group of girls approach the table. it's not unusual. it happens after almost every game, especially after wins. they recognise a couple of the players immediately and start talking, introducing themselves, asking questions about the season.

normal stuff, harmless.

except somewhere along the way, two of them end up sitting beside logan, and unfortunately for everyone involved, they've mistaken basic politeness for interest.

logan, meanwhile, remains completely unaware.

he isn't paying much attention, completely oblivious to the obvious advances from the girls beside him. he answers questions when asked, nods occasionally, offers the odd smile, but his attention keeps drifting elsewhere.

towards the entrance, towards his phone. towards literally anything other than the conversation happening before him.

"waiting for someone?" one of the girls asks eventually.

logan glances up from his phone. "yeah."

the answer comes immediately, without hesitation, without thought, like it's simply a fact.

the girl's smile begins to fade. "girlfriend?"

for the first time all evening, logan looks genuinely interested in the conversation.

"yeah." his smile appears instantly, small at first, then bigger.

"she's meeting us here."

dean groans, actually groans, loudly.

"don't encourage him."

logan frowns.

"encourage me to what?"

"talk about her."

"i wasn't."

"you were about to."

"i wasn't."

"you literally smiled."

"because i like my girlfriend."

"exactly."

tucker nearly chokes on his drink. garrett looks down at the table, visibly smirking. the girls laugh, assuming they're joking, assuming they're exaggerating.

because surely they have to be.

"your girlfriend must hate hockey season."

logan finally looks away from the entrance, turning his gaze onto the girl beside him. "why?"

"because you're busy all the time. it sounds like a pretty intense schedule."

his entire expression softens immediately, the change is almost ridiculous.

"nah." he shakes his head. "she's pretty great about it."

"she sounds perfect."

logan smiles into his beer. "pretty much."

dean makes a strangled noise. garrett immediately buries his face in his hands.

"there it is."

"what?"

"nothing."

"she is perfect."

"there it is again."

logan shakes his head, a small smile gracing his features. "you guys are annoying. am i not allowed to express my love for my girlfriend anymore?"

"you can..."

dean gestures vaguely towards him.

"it's just that you genuinely talk about y/n every hour of every day."

logan considers arguing, he really does. then he shrugs. "that sounds about right."

the girls exchange a glance, slightly confused now. this isn't what they expected. they'd approached john logan, the john logan they'd heard about. the sweet, charming one. the guy everybody seemed to have a story about. instead they've somehow ended up listening to him talk about his girlfriend for the last ten minutes.

the worst part is that nobody at the table seems surprised, if anything, they seem exhausted by it.

-

logan hasn't checked the door in almost fifteen minutes. he hasn't looked towards the entrance once.

it's the longest his attention has stayed anywhere all evening. not because of who's asking the questions, but because they're asking about you.

dean notices first, the way logan suddenly goes quiet, the way his eyes drift past the table, over the crowd, until they land on you.

the smile appears instantly, effortlessly, like breathing.

"here she is."

the words are quiet, almost to himself, but everybody hears them.

everybody watches him stand. he doesn't hesitate, doesn't finish his drink, doesn't excuse himself. he simply gets up and starts walking.

you spot him halfway across the room and your entire face brightens immediately. the second you smile at him, dean lets out the loudest groan imaginable.

because somehow the idiot smiles even wider.

"look at him."

tucker laughs. "it's actually kind of sweet."

"it's disgusting."

"you've said that every week for eleven months."

"and i'll say it again."

across the room logan reaches you. his hand settles instinctively against your waist, pulling you into his side without even thinking about it, you lean into him just as naturally.

from where they're sitting, his friends watch every remaining trace of attention he might have given anything else disappear completely.

you're talking, telling him about your day, about allie, about something that happened in class and logan is looking at you like you're the most fascinating person in the room, the most important person in the room, the only person in the room.

one of the girls watches for a moment before finally turning towards garrett.

"...he really loves her, huh?"

garrett doesn't even hesitate. "more than hockey." the entire table laughs in response, because that's the highest level of commitment john logan is capable of.

the truth is, people see john logan and assume they know him. they see the confidence, the flirting. they hear the stories.

they see a guy who enjoys attention and assume he must still be looking for it. the people who actually know him know better. because the second you walk into a room, his attention belongs entirely to you.

they know that no matter who's talking to him, who's flirting with him, who's trying to get his attention, his eyes are always searching for the same person.

while they tease him for it relentlessly, while they roll their eyes every time he somehow manages to bring you into a conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with you, the truth is, none of them really mind.

for the first time in a long time, logan is happy, truly happy, and a lot of that has to do with you.