The idea of “but everyone knows that” needs to stop.
I saw a post about someone chiding Millennials for not knowing about JKRowlings transphobia, and asking how it is at all possible that people can exist in the world and the internet and, you know, not know.
Which I mean, I get. It is so present in so many of my online spaces that it seems astounding that someone could simply be ignorant! It feels impossible!
But let me tell you a story:
I went on a girls trip with a bunch of friends. All of us are rather incredibly liberal and all of us are incredibly online.
One girl would not stop talking about Harry Potter.
At one point, another girl asked her why she was ok with supporting it, and she had no real clue that JK Rowling was at all transphobic. She had heard that she likes to support Lesbian causes and thought “oh ok cool!” And that was it. She was AGOG with the news and rather horrified.
I must once again emphasize that she was an incredibly online person. She’s a foodie and a restaurant blogger.
Later in the trip we were picking restaurants and I suggested one I found on Google, and she gasped at me. Actually gasped, asking how I could ever be okay picking that one.
The shock must’ve been on my face, because she then told me all of the shitty things that restaurateur does. He abuses staff. Underpays them. Fires them on a whim. Is known for being one of the worst people to his employees in the entire restaurant business on this coast.
And she was so shocked I had never heard of this. Because in her mind, I was just as online as her. And in her online world, EVERYONE knew about this guy.
So I think the moral of this story is: always approach the other person with some empathy. Even online people, even people you think MUST know about how bad people are, may not have heard. It may truly be just them being on a different sphere of the internet than you.
So be gentle, be kind when letting people know they might not have heard about the cancellation of XYZ person. Don’t assume that everyone knows all the same info as you.
By all means, let them know so they can make informed decisions, but being kind will go a lot further than attacking them for some info they might not know yet.
pairings: brother’s best friend!theodore nott x fem!reader
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, enemies to lovers, weed/drug use, dry-humping, car sex, semi-public sex (sort of), MDNI
A/N: wrote this back in november. not really proofread, just eyeballed it 😣. the first time i wrote ‘real’ smut.
summary: a ride with theodore nott is already a bad idea. getting stranded with him on a dark country road is worse. discovering the reason he’s been insufferable for seven years might be the worst of all.
word count: roughly 3.5K
part two here
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the living room smelled like doritos, red bull, and whatever overpriced body spray lorenzo had decided was ‘his signature scent’ this month. you hated that you could identify it from the staircase.
you paused halfway down the steps, already regretting the outfit choice.
the black mini dress was cute. off-the-shoulder, dangerously low neckline, hem that barely survived a deep breath; but it was meant for your girls’ night at pansy’s, not for whatever fresh hell was waiting on the couch. you should’ve thrown a hoodie over it. or a cardigan. or a fucking potato sack.
too late now.
enzo’s voice hit you first, mid-laugh, mid-trash-talk.
“dude, you’re actually dogshit at this map, how are you still silver?”
then came the answering drawl. lower. lazier. infuriating.
“cause i look better losing than you do winning, berkshire.”
you knew that voice better than you knew your own heartbeat at this point. theodore nott had been haunting your house since you were both eleven. same year, same friend group, same stupid face showing up uninvited three to four times a week like rent was optional. your parents adored him; called him polite, charming, such a good influence on lorenzo. they clearly had never heard him call someone a “useless fucking helmet” in the group chat at 2 am.
you reached the bottom step and immediately regretted not apparating straight out the back door.
theo noticed you first.
of course he fucking did.
his head turned slowly, like he had all the time in the world, and his gaze dragged down your body the exact same way it always did when he thought no one else was watching. except he never actually tried to hide it. not once.
cleavage first, then thighs, then back up like he was cataloguing every inch for later use. that stupid little smirk curled his mouth. the one that made you want to hex his stupid perfect face off.
“evening, amore,” he said, voice dripping with mockery. “y’know, people usually put clothes on before going somewhere.”
you didn’t dignify that with an answer. you looked straight at your brother instead.
“enz. i need a ride to pansy’s. like, right this second. please, i’ll owe you one.”
lorenzo didn’t even pause the game. just tilted his head back against the couch and groaned.
“can’t. sprained my ankle at practice. healer said no driving till monday. sorry, sis.”
you blinked. “you’re literally sitting here playing call of duty.”
“yeah, cause i’m healing. and my right foot is currently the size of a fucking balloon. theo saw it earlier. he can confirm.”
theo, still staring at your legs like they owed him money, gave a lazy hum of agreement. “ghastly. truly grotesque. i almost vomited.”
you shot him a look that should’ve set his hair on fire.
“great. i’ll just call an uber.”
you were already turning toward the hallway when theo’s voice cut through again; casual, almost bored.
“i can take you.”
everything in your body locked up.
“hard pass.”
he raised one infuriating brow. “why not?”
“because i’d rather walk barefoot through the forbidden forest.”
“bit dramatic.”
“bit accurate.”
enzo finally looked away from the screen, frowning between the two of you like he still didn’t understand why you and theo couldn’t be in the same room for longer than ninety seconds without drawing blood.
“dude, just let him give you a lift. it’s literally ten minutes. theo’s going that way anyway to pick up–”
theo cut him off with a sharp glance. enzo shut up instantly.
you narrowed your eyes. “pick up what?”
“nothing,” they said at the same time.
classic. as if the whole town didn’t already know that theo dealed.
you crossed your arms. the motion pushed your chest up. theo’s gaze dipped again, shameless– and you hated how your skin prickled under the attention.
“i’m not getting in a car with you,” you said slowly, not even looking at him.
theo leaned forward, elbows on his knees, controller dangling loosely between his fingers. that grin was still there, but now it had teeth.
“scared you’ll enjoy it?”
you barked a laugh– sharp, humorless. “scared i’ll vomit on your leather seats.”
“they’re easy to clean.”
“i’ll aim for your face.”
enzo groaned. “can you two not do this right now? i’m trying to clutch.”
you glared at your brother. wondering how the two of you were related at all. let alone twins.
theo stood up in one fluid motion. tall, lazy, all long limbs as he stretched like a cat, arms over his head, shirt riding up just enough to show the sharp cut of his abdomen and the dark trail of hair disappearing into his jeans.
you hated that you noticed.
he grabbed his keys off the coffee table, spun them once around his finger, and looked at you like he’d already won.
“last chance before i change my mind and leave you here to rot with your brother’s terrible aim.”
you stared at him. he stared right back. unblinking. smirking.
you hated him so much that the only thing worse than getting in his car… was admitting you had no better option.
“fine,” you bit out. “but if you try anything weird, i’m jumping out. moving vehicle or not.”
theo’s grin stretched wider. “noted.”
he walked past you toward the front door, close enough that his sleeve brushed your bare arm. you felt the heat of him like a brand.
enzo called after you both, “text me when you get there, yeah?”
you didn’t answer.
theo held the front door open for you.
you stepped through without thanking him.
his car was exactly what you expected: matte black, illegally tinted, smelled like weed and expensive cologne the second the door opened. there was a single green air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror that was doing absolutely nothing.
you dropped into the passenger seat, wishing you hadn’t.
theo slid in after, started the engine with a low purr, and didn’t say a word for the first thirty seconds. just pulled out of the driveway, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift so his fingers were inches from your thigh.
you stared straight ahead.
he glanced over once. twice.
“seatbelt,” he said finally.
“i’ve been in a car before.” you huffed.
“nice dress. real classy.”
you whipped your head toward him. his tone was pissing you off. “got a problem with it?”
he shrugged, eyes back on the road. “just saying. looks like you’re trying to start a riot.”
“i’m going to a friend’s house. not a nunnery.”
“shame.”
you clenched your jaw so hard your teeth ached.
silence stretched again. thick. electric. the kind that made your skin itch.
after another minute he reached for the center console, popped it open, pulled out a lighter and what looked like a half-finished joint.
your eyes narrowed. “you’re not seriously–”
“relax.” he tucked it behind his ear like a pencil. “not while driving. i’m not trying to kill us both.”
“how noble.”
he smirked again. didn’t deny it.
you turned your face toward the window, watching streetlights streak past. the dress felt shorter now. tighter. you tugged at the hem uselessly.
theo noticed, of course he did.
“cold?” he asked, voice quieter now. almost… careful.
“no.”
“could’ve fooled me.”
you didn’t answer.
he sighed through his nose, reached behind your seat, and tossed his hoodie into your lap without looking at you.
“put it on before you catch pneumonia and i have to explain myself to enzo for not taking better care of you.”
you stared at the hoodie like it might bite you.
it smelled like him.
that stupid cologne he wore. and smoke. and something darker you couldn’t name.
you pulled it over your head anyway; because you were cold, not because you wanted to be wrapped in him.
the sleeves swallowed your hands. the hem hit mid-thigh. swallowing your whole dress.
theo glanced over once. his jaw ticked.
he didn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive.
but you felt his eyes on you every time you shifted.
out of nowhere; the engine coughed once–dramatically, like it was auditioning for a death scene– then gave one last pathetic sputter before going completely silent.
the car rolled to a slow, insulting stop on the side of a narrow country road that hadn’t seen a streetlight in at least 3 kilometres.
you stared at the dashboard. the little orange engine light blinked at you like it was in on the joke.
theo let his head fall back against the headrest with an exaggerated sigh.
“fuck me,” he muttered. “of course.”
you turned to him slowly. very slowly.
“you have got to be kidding me.”
he didn’t look at you. just reached forward and turned the key again. nothing. not even a click.
“not even budging. looks like it’s dead,” he announced, like he was reading the weather.
your voice came out dangerously calm. “theo.”
“hm?”
“did you.. do something to the car?”
he finally glanced over. one brow arched. that stupid, lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth again.
“you think i sabotaged my own baby just to get you alone?” he placed a dramatic hand over his heart. “i’m wounded.”
“you’re capable of it.”
“true. but i’m also capable of basic car maintenance, and this piece of shit has been on borrowed time for weeks. timing belt’s been whining louder than you do when i breathe near you.”
you glared at him and he just shrugged.
silence settled again, thicker this time. the kind that pressed against your ears. outside, crickets. wind in the trees. nothing else.
you pulled out your phone.
no bars.
of fucking course.
theo watched you from the corner of his eye.
“rural charm,” he said. “no signal for at least 10 kilometres in either direction.”
you dropped the phone into your lap. “perfect.”
he reached up and plucked the half-finished joint from behind his ear, rolling it between his fingers for a second before flicking the lighter open with practiced ease.
your eyes narrowed. “you’re not seriously—”
“relax, principessa. i’m not driving anymore.” he held it loosely between his fingers, like it was the most casual thing in the world. “and you look like you could use something to stop you from clawing my eyes out.”
“i’m not smoking your dirty weed.”
“it’s not dirty. it’s top shelf. you’d know if you ever tried my stuff. y’know, supporting local small businesses type shit.”
you rolled your eyes at him.
he held the joint between his lips and took a slow, deep pull. the cherry glowed orange against the dark interior. he exhaled through his nose like some smug dragon, smoke curling around the rearview mirror.
then he offered it to you.
you stared at it like it might bite.
“i’m not putting my mouth where yours has been.”
he laughed, shaking his head. “that’s cute. you think i have cooties?”
“i think you have everything.”
another drag. he held the smoke in his lungs for a long second before letting it drift toward you in a slow, taunting cloud.
“scared it’ll make you like me?”
you snatched the joint from his fingers before you could think better of it.
“i’m not scared of anything you’ve got.”
big talk.
you took a pull– smaller than his, cautious. the smoke hit the back of your throat like velvet fire. you didn’t cough. wouldn’t give him the satisfaction really.
theo watched every second of it. eyes half-lidded. unreadable.
you exhaled. it came out smoother than you expected.
“not bad,” you muttered.
“told you.”
you passed it back. your fingers brushed his.
silence again; but it was different now. had softer edges. the weed was already creeping in, loosening the knot in your chest.
you leaned your head back against the seat, staring at the roof liner.
“why do you hate me so much?” he asked suddenly. quiet. almost curious.
you snorted. “you’re kidding.”
“i’m serious.”
you rolled your head toward him. “you’ve spent the last seven years being an absolute prick to me. every time you’re in my house you act like i’m an inconvenience. you mock my clothes, my music, my friends. and then you stare at me like that–” you gestured vaguely at his face. “–and act like i’m the problem.”
he didn’t interrupt. just took another slow hit. passed it back.
you took it. inhaled deeper this time.
“i don’t hate you,” he said after a long pause.
you laughed, sharp. “could’ve fooled me.” you retorted, repeating his own words.
“i annoy you on purpose,” he admitted. voice lower now. smoke curling from his lips with every word. “because the second i stop… you stop looking at me.”
your heart did something stupid. stuttered.
“what?”
he turned his head fully toward you now. eyes dark. serious in a way you’d never seen.
“you think i don’t notice? the way you glare at me across the dinner table. the way your jaw ticks when i talk to other girls in front of you. the way you always leave the room five seconds after i walk in; like you can’t stand to breathe the same air. you hate me so much you can’t ignore me. and i like that.”
you stared at him.
he stared back.
the joint burned forgotten between your fingers.
“you’re delusional,” you whispered.
“maybe.” he leaned closer just an inch. “but you’re still here. in my hoodie. in my car. smoking my weed. when you could’ve walked. or called literally anyone else.”
your mouth went dry.
he reached over. took the joint from you. took a final drag. crushed it out in the ashtray.
then he turned his body toward you fully. one arm braced on the center console. the other resting along the back of your seat.
close.
too close.
“you want to know the real reason i volunteered to drive you tonight?” he murmured.
you couldn’t speak.
his voice dropped even lower.
“because every time you walk through a room in something like that–” his eyes dragged down your body again, slower this time “–i can’t fucking think straight. and i’m tired of pretending i can.”
your breath hitched.
he didn’t move closer.
he waited.
like he was giving you an out.
like he knew if he pushed too hard you’d bolt.
but you didn’t bolt.
you leaned forward instead, just enough that your nose almost brushed his.
“then stop pretending,” you whispered, something breaking inside you.
theo’s mouth crashed into yours like he’d been starving for it.
no gentle first kiss. just teeth and tongue and seven years of pent-up bullshit exploding all at once.
you met him halfway; fingers immediately knotting in the front of his shirt, yanking him closer across the center console. the gear shift dug into your hip but you didn’t care. you kissed him like you hated him. hard. mean. like you were trying to bruise his lips and prove something.
he groaned into your mouth — low, wrecked— and the sound shot straight between your legs.
his hand found the back of your neck, thumb pressing against your pulse, holding you exactly where he wanted you while the other slid under the hoodie; his hoodie. pushing it up along with your dress so his palm could flatten against your bare stomach. skin on skin. hot. rough calluses from quidditch and rolling joints and whatever else he did when he wasn’t tormenting you.
you bit his bottom lip. hard enough to sting.
he hissed. laughed against your mouth. “fucking savage.”
“shut up,” you breathed, already climbing over the console like you couldn’t possibly settle on his lap soon enough.
he helped; big hands gripping your waist, hauling you into his lap so you were straddling him in the driver’s seat. your knees bracketed his hips. the hoodie he gave you was already off. and your dress rode up instantly, bunching around your waist, leaving nothing but thin lace between you and the unmistakably hard ridge of him straining against his jeans.
you both froze for half a second. just breathing each other in. heavy. ragged.
then you rolled your hips down.
slow. deliberate.
theo’s head thudded back against the seat. “fuck.”
you did it again. harder this time. grinding your clothed cunt right over the length of him, feeling every thick inch twitch under the denim.
his hands flew to your ass; grabbing, spreading, urging you to keep moving.
“there you go,” he rasped. “just like that, tesoro. use me to get yourself off.”
you hated how good it felt. hated how wet you already were. hated that the friction through your panties was enough to make your clit throb every time you dragged yourself forward.
his head dropped forward, forehead pressing to yours. eyes locked. pupils blown.
“you’ve been thinking about this,” he muttered. not a question.
you didn’t deny it. just rocked faster. harder. chasing the pressure.
“so have you,” you shot back, voice shaking. “all those times you stared. you were hard, weren’t you?”
his laugh was almost dark. “every fucking time you walked past me in those little skirts. had to jerk off in your bathroom more than once just so i could sit at dinner without a tent in my trousers.”
the confession punched the air out of your lungs.
you ground down viciously.
he bucked up to meet you; sharp, involuntary. a choked sound tore out of his throat.
“shit–slow down or i’m gonna–”
“no.” you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “you don’t get to come yet. not until i do.”
his eyes flashed. dangerous.
then he flipped the script.
one arm banded around your waist, the other shoved between you– fingers finding your clit through the soaked lace and rubbing tight, ruthless circles.
you cried out; sharp, surprised.
“that’s it,” he cooed, voice syrupy-sweet and filthy. “let me hear you. been dying to hear what you sound like when you’re falling apart on my fingers.”
you tried to keep the rhythm. tried to keep control. but he was relentless. pinching. flicking. slipping the fabric aside so he could drag two fingers through your slick folds and circle your entrance without pushing in.
teasing.
edging.
you sobbed against his neck. “theo–”
“yeah?” he pressed harder on your clit. “say it again, bella. say my name.”
“theo—fuck—please—”
he groaned like the sound of his name wrecked him. “good girl. that’s my good girl.”
the praise hit like a drug.
you shattered– hips stuttering, thighs clamping around him, coming so hard your vision whited out for a second. you bit down on his shoulder through his shirt to muffle the scream.
he didn’t stop rubbing. just gentled the circles until you were trembling, oversensitive, whimpering.
when you finally sagged against him, panting, he kissed your temple. soft. almost tender.
then he murmured against your skin:
“outside.”
you blinked. brain still fuzzy.
“what?”
“want you on the hood.” his voice was gravel. “want to fuck you under the stars so every time you look up you remember who made you see them. literally.”
your cunt clenched around nothing at the words.
you nodded, too wrecked to argue.
he opened the driver’s door. cool night air rushed in, raising goosebumps on your overheated skin. he lifted you out like you weighed nothing– your legs still shaky– and set you on your feet for half a second before spinning you around.
your palms slapped the warm hood.
he kicked the door shut behind him.
then he was on you.
hands shoving the dress higher. ripping your panties down your thighs; not off, just tangled at your knees like makeshift restraints.
you heard his zipper coming down.
he pressed against your back. chest to spine, cock hot and heavy between your ass cheeks.
“tell me you want it,” he growled in your ear. “tell me or i stop right now.”
you pushed back against him. “i want it. i want you. fuck me, theo–please–”
he lined up.
pushed in slow, inch by torturous inch. stretching you open until your nails scraped paint and your breath punched out in a whine.
“fuck,” he hissed against your neck. “so tight–fuck, you feel–”
he bottomed out and held there. letting you feel every thick pulse of him inside you.
then he started moving.
hard. deep. relentless.
the car rocked with every thrust. metal creaking. your tits bouncing under the thin fabric. his hand fisted in your hair, not pulling, just holding. like he needed the anchor.
you moaned his name— loud, broken, echoing into the empty night.
“theo–theodore–oh god–”
“i know, baby,” he cooed, voice soft and wrecked against your ear even as his hips snapped brutally. “i know. feels so good, doesn’t it? taking me so well–fuck, look at you.”
he reached around. found your clit again. rubbed fast, messy circles.
you bucked. sobbed.
“too much—theo—”
“you can take it. i know you can, amore.” his other arm wrapped around your waist, pinning you in place so you couldn’t escape the pleasure or the pressure. “just let go again. come on my cock like a good girl. i’ve got you.”
the praise, the angle, the filthy drag of him inside you— it was too much.
you came again, harder this time if possible. thighs shaking. vision blurring. screaming his name into the dark like a fucking prayer.
he fucked you through it, groaning, praising, hips losing rhythm.
“fuck– gonna–where do you–”
“inside,” you gasped. “please– want to feel it–”
he swore; vicious, reverent– and slammed in one last time.
came with a guttural moan, pulsing deep, filling you until it leaked down your thighs.
he didn’t pull out right away.
just held you there. chest heaving against your back, lips brushing your shoulder, still buried to the hilt.
after a long minute he kissed the side of your neck. soft.
“you okay?”
you laughed; breathless, shaky. “still despise you, so yeah.”
he smiled against your skin. “yeah? wouldn’t want it any other way.”
he finally slipped out —slow, careful. fixed your dress. pulled your ruined panties back up even though they were useless now.
then he turned you around. cupped your face with both hands and kissed you. slow this time. lazy. like he had all night.
when he pulled back his eyes were soft in a way you’d never seen.
“still want that ride to pansy’s?” he murmured.
you snorted. “we’re like forty minutes late already.”
he grinned– that same infuriating grin.
“then stay here with me a little longer.”
you looked up at him; flushed, wrecked and utterly satisfied.
“fine,” you muttered. “but only because your car’s broken.”
he laughed– low, real.
“sure, principessa. whatever you say.”
and when he pulled you back into the car,
you didn’t argue.
not even a little.
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sorry if it’s rushed. gotta work on it. though, this was made a while ago!!
