#toxic!theodore

[loveharlow]

💬 : small blurb of theo finding out you slept with mattheo at some point, based on this hc of mine (i have never written for him before so lmk what you think)

+let me know if/how to improve the italian!!

toxic!theo, swearing, heavy name calling

"the fuck's going on out here?" mattheo grumbled, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the common room, being woken up by a choir of voices to find his friend group holding back a fuming theodore, whose eyes were glued to his equally furious girlfriend who was standing across the room.

"you, mate." blaise sighed, lips pulled into a thin line as he tugged theo back once more, draco and enzo not pulling their weight.

"it happened last year, theodore!" you yelled across the room, two of your own friends by your side. "we weren't even together! i didn't even really know who you were!"

"last year?!" he exclaimed, getting increasingly angrier. "that's when you and him became friends! do you think i'm fucking stupid?"

"you're acting like it-"

"tu, stronza bugiarda..." he scoffed, pushing his friends off of him as he paced on his feet, glaring at you.

"the fuck'd you just call me?" you asked, sadness diminishing as your anger multiplied, gently brushing your friends hands off of you and walking into the boy's space.

"i said you're a lying bitch-" he spat, leaning down from where he towered over you to get in your face.

"chiamami ancora stronza e lo scoperò di nuovo. questa volta nel tuo letto, stronzo." (call me a bitch again and I'll fuck him again. this time in your bed, asshole.)

"what're they saying?" enzo asked, panicked eyes going all across the room.

"i don't fucking know." draco shrugged, genuinely concerned.

"theo." mattheo tried to intervene. "she's not lying, it happened before you two even-"

"fuck off." theo spat at his best friend, mattheo simply rolling his eyes and flipping the boy off, heading back to his room.

"you don't have to be a dick to him." you said, eyes narrowing up at your boyfriend.

"or what?" theo asked, voice dangerously low. "you'll suck him off to make him feel better? hm?"

your eyes went back and forth between his eyes, seeing nothing but anger behind them. he wasn't going to hear you out, not tonight. he was seeing red and there was nothing that could wipe his vision clear.

"...fuck you." you hissed, turning on your heel and walking away, heading for the common room door, slamming it shut behind you as you left.

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[ayaissleepy]

ok again no one asked but im bored so yeah angst this time tho. as always i cant think of titles so yeah

pairing: theodore nott x reader insert

this fic was inspired by these two songs so yeah

warnings: light/mid angst, toxic!theo, afab!reader cussing, au where the students have phones bc why the fuck not

THEODORE NOTT FIC

Theodore paced her dorm room as *your name* sat on the bed, her arms crossed. “Theodore, I’m tired of this! You’re always talking with other girls and I see how you look at them, I’m not fucking blind-“ “Merda, *your name* I only want you, how hard is that to fucking understand?!” “You’re always talking with those girls and you always kiss them on their cheeks and you hug them and you let them wear your clothes and that’s supposed to only be for me, I’m your girlfriend not them!” “Fine, fine. I only have eyes for you, tesoro. C’mere bambina.” *Your name* collapsed into his arms, tears flooding her eyes. “You’re mine. Only mine, right?” “Yes amore. Yours and only yours.” He laid down on the bed with her, holding her tightly. “I love you Theo.” “I love you too baby.” They fell asleep right like that, with tears still streaming down her cheek.

The next morning, when *your name* woke up, Theo was..gone. She stretched before looking around. “Theo..?” She called, almost desperately. She checked the time *3: 34 pm, Saturday afternoon.* Theo was supposed to be back from Quidditch practice already. Where could he have been?! *Your name* got up and freshened up before walking down to the Slytherin common room where Theodore was, and he was talking with Pansy. Pansy twirled her hair around her finger and bit her lip as she looked at Theodore longingly while they talked. “So…your relationship with *your name* is over?” Pansy asked with a sickly sweet tone. Rage flooded *your name*. How dare she ask Theodore that? She stormed down the stairs and wrapped her arms around Theodore who was lounging on the chair. “We are still hopelessly in love, for your information.” She bit out. Pansy rolled her eyes “would someone hopelessly in love be talking to me like this? Would he look at me like he wanted to snog me-“ Fury overtook all of *your name’s* senses as she slapped Pansy across the face. “What the fuck?!” Said Pansy. “Theodore, control your girlfriend, she’s fucking crazy!” Theodore grabbed your hand and dragged you back to your dorm where he pinned you to the wall. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! I was just talking to her!” “What the fuck is wrong with me?! ME?! There’s something wrong with you! You’re toxic, manipulative and the fucking worst!” She pushed him off her, and collapsing on her bed, tears streaming freely now. “No, no, principessa, don’t cry.” He rushed to her side, wiping her tears “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything I said, nothing’s wrong with you.” He kissed her forehead. She always noticed that no matter how many times he’d make her cry, he’d always wipe her tears. Every. Single. Time. It was unbearable, not knowing which Theo she’d get today. The one who made her cry, who made her hurt, the one who made her doubt herself every single time or the one who would kiss her tears away, the one who would whisper sweet things in her ear every night, the one she fell in love with. He stroked her hair soothingly, trying to calm her down but all it did was cause the panic to rise. “I’m gonna go check if Pansy is ok, alright? You slapped her pretty hard there, my strong girl.” “It’s always Pansy this, Pansy that, what the fuck about me, your actual girlfriend?!” “Cara mia..you’re all I want baby. Just you. Not Pansy.” “Fine. Go and check on perfect Pansy.” She murmured as she angrily wiped her tears. “I’ll be back.” He said before exiting the room. By the time he had come back, she was fast asleep, curled up hugging a pillow tightly instead of holding him. He sighed as he saw her snoring softly and turned around before undoubtedly heading in the direction of Pansy’s dorm. (a.n lets pretend it’s around seven thirty im not the best at this yet)

Hours later, as the sun rose, she woke up, stretching her arms, looking around for Theodore. “Baby?” She called, expecting to hear him back. Nothing. *Your name* got out from bed, wearing his old tee, walking around her dorm looking for him when she got a text. She walked over to the phone, seeing a message from the contact “TEDDYY💗”. Opening the message, she saw several deleted messages and then a final one.

“Hey *your nickname.* I don’t think this is working out. I try to make you understand that I only want you but you don’t understand. You’re too clingy and jealous and I just can’t deal with that anymore. Goodbye.” As soon as she read that message, her knees gave out, slumping against the bed frame as tears bitterly flowed again. She called again and again when finally someone answered “T-teddy?” A sickly sweet voice answered “This is not Theodore, I’m Pansy, his girlfriend. Who may this be?” “*Y-your name*” All of a sudden, there was a scuffle on the other side and Theodore’s deep and rich voice “Don’t ever call this number again.” “Theo-“ The line cut off. Of course, she tried calling again and again. No answer. All it said was “the person you are calling is not available” over and over again until *your name* dropped the phone and curled up into a ball, burying her head into her knees and sobbing.

[deadghosy]

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬

These two. You can’t tell me nothing after this 😭

[loveharlow]

thots n dreams💭...theo definitely argues in italian, especially toxic!theo who doesn't think you know what he's saying. in that case, there's one of two scenarios; either the two of you argue so much that you've picked up the language or if it's ravenclaw!reader, you definitely already know the language and argue back fluently, to his surprise.