t h e o [bertinelli]

THEO BERTINELLI 29yrs. werewolf. you're a drifter, a shapeshifter ; let me see you run.

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[theobertinelli]

nicholas sparks couldn't write this | theo & jackson (closed)

[jacksonfosterr]

Jackson had planned on having a pretty quiet night which was probably a first for this week. As much as he loved having people constantly coming in and out of his apartment at all hours of the day (being different species and all) sometimes it got a little out of control. In all honesty it probably had something to do with the fact that they were all a little insane (see: Hugo, Dean, Deanna. Jackson was actually pretty sure Claire had snuck in at some point the other night. And he was sure that he’d seen a tabby cat in his kitchen last night).

Case and point, Jackson was more than content spending his evening indoors with a case of TruBlood, bad movies and Hugo’s xbox. It was going to be a goodnight —  more so after hearing a knock at the door and seeing none other than Theo Bertinelli standing on the other side.

"Holy shit." The words escaped the vampires mouth before he could help himself, a big dumb grin instantly forming on his face. Theo Bertinelli was, in short, one of the coolest things to happen to Jackson. Both from Oxford, it wasn’t until the pair ended up over seas together that the youngest Foster learned just how awesome Theo was. They had a lot in common and had actually become inseparable pretty quickly. Jackson downright idolized the guy, especially when he was in uniform (‘dude, you fill out that uniform really well. what’s your secret?’ Jackson would constantly ask his war buddy).

Before the man could answer Jackson wrapped his arms around his the guy, pulling him into a rather great manly hug (he might have squeezed a little too tightly but a) he was excited and b) Jackson was still having a hard time getting used to the super strenght portion of his new life. “What-what the hell are you doing here?” he asked, before taking a small step back to better examine his friend. He still looked great. “When did you get back to into town?” Jackson paused suddenly. “And why do you smell like you’ve spent the past week living in my familys basement?”

Goddammit. Not another one.

[theobertinelli]

Theo's grin widened as Jackson opened the door, looking like a glorified puppy (but most unfortunately smelling like quote the opposite). It wavered, only slightly, during the hug that practically squeezed all of the air out of his lungs before managing to drip off his face altogether when Jackson posed his final question. Shit. Theo didn't really tell people what he was, and while it was definitely risky being what he was in the military, it had been doable. Werewolves had been keeping their secrets from humans for years. From humans. But Jackson wouldn't know about his furry little friend unless a) he magically happened upon lycanthropy since the last time he saw him or b) he was a vampire. He was leaning more towards the latter, considering the former was damn near impossible. If he hadn't gotten his fur like the rest of his family before now, there was no way he would have gotten it approaching 30. "I, uh -- I moved back!" Theo tried to smile again, trying to appear animated but failing miserably. "Last week, actually... California was starting to be too sunny. Um -- no, I -- Are you...?" Theo fumbled for a minute, shrugging almost helplessly before cocking his head at his Belfront counterpart. "You know... And you smell like death, meaning that......"  Theo sighed. "I'm sorry, dude. I feel like an asshole for bringing beer. You're... Dead. I mean -- how did that happen? When did that happen?" For the life of him, Theo couldn't quite grasp how to handle the situation. He wasn't exactly friends with very many vampires -- and it was pretty universally known that vampires weren't too found of werewolves. Hell, he wasn't exactly found of too many werewolves. "Can I come in? Maybe explain?"

[ariabertinelli]

Mother Fucker Didn't Even Call | Theo & Aria (closed)

[ariabertinelli]

Aria was still frozen in her spot as Theo’s muscley arms wrapped around her and his slobbery, wet lips were pressed to her forehead. She was trying to decide just how angry to be with him. He had been here long enough to have Ma prepare a meal for him and he hadn’t called her yet?! He hadn’t even called her when he decided to come back to town?! Who did this mother fucker think he was? 

Her arms stayed pinned to her sides as he hugged her and by the time he finally let go of her, it was clear from her expression she was about to blow. Her brows crinkled and her mouth stayed locked in a straight line, indicative of just how pissed off she was. Aria definitely picked up the Italian temper typical of the Bertinelli side of the family. 

"You prick!" she yelled, shoving him away from her. "You mean to tell me that after being gone for ten fucking years, you show up here and don’t even call?” “Arie!!” Maria scolded, using the nickname she had called Aria since she was a baby, from where she stood, bent over the stove where she was still preparing some sort of delicious concoction. No matter how hard Maria Bertinelli tried to instill a clean vocabulary into her children, the Bertinelli siblings seemed to retain their colorful, expletive-ridden one instead. 

Aria was far beyond holding back right now though, she couldn’t believe he’d actually done this. “But Ma!” she whined, stomping her foot in frustration. She stomped over to their mother and began complaining in Italian, her words blurring together as they tumbled out of her mouth. Aria always spoke 10x faster when she was speaking in Italian. 

She couldn’t actually believe nobody had bothered to tell her that her brother was home. They were fucking Italians, for Christ’s sake! They couldn’t keep their mouths shut about anything, but they all finally decide to take a vow of silence when the prodigal son finally returns home?! This shit was fucked up. 

Her mother didn’t seem to see the problem though, and quickly dismissed Aria’s complaints, leaving poor Theo in Aria’s crosshairs. She wheeled on her brother, her arms folded over her chest as she glared at him. He was stuffing his face again. “You really couldn’t pick up a fucking phone and call?” she grumbled. 

[theobertinelli]

He deserved that -- and a lot worse, to be honest. He cringed some more as Aria's voice got higher and higher, the stereotypical way to tell that he had gone and fucked up by angering a crazy little Italian who had grown a little bit in those ten years that had passed and was well on her way to kicking his ass. Nevermind the fact that he had spent ten years in the service -- if there was one thing Theo had learned, it was to never piss off an already agressive Italian woman. She would hang you to dry and think nothing of it. Theo sighed as she moved away and started spouting off about a billion words a second while their mother calmly looked between the two of them, her head shaking all the while. "Arie," Theo repeated the affection, his head tilting as his knees buckled, almost as though he wanted to lower himself to her level. "I honestly forgot, I've had a lot to do coming back and I wanted it to be a surprise..." Which was 100% true -- the only problem with that was that he had sort of forgot to tell his siblings after said surprise had gone into affect... Oops. "Come on," The tilted his head back, grabbing her arms and rubbing them softly as he shot her his most charming smile. "You wanna go grab some ice cream and go check out my new pad?" he offered. "You know... the one you'll be welcome to anytime you want?" That might have been a bit premature considering he knew Aria already gave him a heart attack when she was 1,000 miles away -- he couldn't even think how often he'd regret that offer now that she was literally within city limits. His smile turned into a small pout, though, his lower lip jutting out in mock sadness. "Please?"

[catalina-bertinelli]

My Husband's Brother (is Hot as Hell) || Catalina + Theo (closed)

[catalina-bertinelli]

"I’m so glad," she told him, a smile touching her perfect lips, "I did my best to follow along her recipe, which was very similar to the way things are still done in Italy." Catalina’s shoulders swayed back and forth for a moment before one of her hands reached out to rest on his arm, "You look very handsome this evening, Theo." She stepped a little closer to him before adding, "I hope it wasn’t just on account of me." She winked to him before heading towards the kitchen.

"Can I get you a drink?" she asked over her shoulder, causing her long hair to perfectly frame the deep dip of her backless dress, "We have just about everything, of course. You know how Henry likes to keep everything stocked." She went to the fridge and pulled it open to display to him the collection of beer that Henry kept, "And then of course there’s the mini wine cellar. You’re welcome to whatever you’d like, as always."

She turned and leaned back against the island, picking up her glass of white Moscato from earlier. “Hopefully my drinking won’t have affected the food,” she joked with a broad grin before taking a sip of the cool liquid in her glass. “So, how was your day, Theo? Anything interesting happen?”

Catalina was actually very impressed (or should she be insulted?) that he hadn’t run off to the bathroom or stuffed his face in the microwave yet. Maybe she’d actually get to have a real conversation with him now. She could just see Arianna’s disapproving frown as she stood and tilted her head and appreciated the way that her husband’s brother’s arms looked in that shirt.

[theobertinelli]

As Theo began to recite all of the elements he knew on the periodic table of elements (which was honestly like 7 altogether), he followed Cat into the kitchen and moved to the fridge, bending to grab a beer from the lowest possible shelf in the very far back. He may or may not have mostly been letting his face cool off. Thank god Henry kept a lot of liquor. As he stood, cracking open a beer, he sent a small, half smile her direction. "This old thing?" he asked, motioning down to his shirt before mentally punching himself. "Henry was always the better dresser of the two of us. He'd probably make fun of this tie," he brought a hand up to the neck of it, loosening it slightly. His siblings would have slaughtered him if they all saw hims standing here in a tie. Maybe it was a good thing Henry wasn't here... But when Catalina asked how his day had been, he figured that statement was probably false. "Not much," he shrugged, leaning up against the island beside her, taking a drink. "Finished up some stuff at the shop. Got the last of my shit moved in. Aria almost had my head -- I totally forgot to tell her I was back for good," he laughed before shaking his head. "Cable guy set up all my shit. I'm officially and Oxfordian once again," he threw out the last bit maybe a bit too sarcastically before looking up to her with a grin. "What about you?"

[ariabertinelli]

Mother Fucker Didn't Even Call | Theo & Aria (closed)

Aria was a freaking grown up! She had ordered everyone in her family to think of her as one since the age of 18. But of course, no one actually treated her like an adult. Even now, at the age of 26, her mother and older siblings still viewed her as little, baby Arianna who had to call home and ask Theo how fill up her car at the gas station the first time her parents refused to do it for her… at the age of 22. They still thought of her as the young, naive little girl who used to sneak into Henry and Theo’s room as a child whenever there was a storm because she was terrified of thunder and lightning… and she still was. 

It simply wasn’t fair. Aria was twenty-fucking-six years old! She deserved to be treated like the adult she was.

…After she finished eating dinner at her parents house because she forgot to buy groceries again. 

Tonight, as Aria had rifled through her refrigerator, well more like gazed into the empty abyss that was her refrigerator, she’d discovered nothing but an open, at least 4 day old beer, one of her pumps whose heel had fallen off (who knew how that got there), and some molding parmesan cheese. Muttering a few expletives in Italian, Aria promptly slammed the refrigerator door, huffed outside to her car and drove to her parents house. It was 6pm, and as soon as she got out of the car, she could smell the aroma of her mother’s delicious cooking floating through the air. Her werewolf senses may have helped a bit, but everyone knew Maria Bertinelli’s cooking could make even someone who’d lost their sense of smell drool.

"Ma, I’m eating dinner with you tonight!" she yelled as she opened the door and took off her coat, throwing it onto the coat stand that had been knocked over at least a million times by Aria doing just that. She had a reputation of knocking things over with her careless actions. She had a habit of 

"Oh good! You can join your brother!" Maria Bertinelli called from the kitchen. Aria cocked her head to the side, had Henry come back early from his trip? As she opened the swinging door into her mother’s kitchen, she was greeted by the sight of an entirely different brother sitting at their mother’s island, stuffing his face with Ma’s garlic bread. 

Aria froze in her tracks. “What the hell- Theo???” 

[theobertinelli]

Theo knew he was forgetting something. He’d been back in town for a whole week and in that time he’d managed to finally get everything moved into a new house, take that job that his brother had constantly been bugging him about since he’d decided to move back, and had only just finished off with his realtor. He had about enough of adulthood for one full week — the very first thing he needed now that he was back was a meal at Ma’s and a bedtime of 9:30. But that thing that Theo kept forgetting kept nagging and nagging at him up until the very second he heard the coat hanger topple to the floor. “Shit.” “Oh good,” Maria called from the kitchen, ignoring Theo’s frantic hand gestures as he attempted to scarf down his garlic bread and wordlessly get his own mother to shut her mouth for a second. To no avail, of course. “I didn’t tell the girls I was back yeeeeheeeey, Aria,” Theo stood, dropping his bread back on his plate and moving around the island to greet her, an impish smile plastered to his face and his arms outstretched wide to hug her. Seconds later he had her enveloped in a hug, pressing a garlicky, buttery kiss to her forehead. “I was gonna call you. Tonight. After dinner. Honest.” He probably wouldn’t have remembered to call until his mother asked him if he had, in fact, called his sisters. And even then he probably would have waited until he ran into one in the streets. “How’s my favorite sister??!”

[ariabertinelli]

"tbh, getting ‘wolfed out on’ is a pretty common occurrence in the bertinelli household." -truer words have never been spoken

[catalina-bertinelli]

My Husband's Brother (is Hot as Hell) || Catalina + Theo (closed)

"Oh, but Henry…" Catalina sighed into the phone, "Are you sure? Theo will be here soon." Henry had called to tell her he’d probably be late and miss dinner. She’d spent nearly the whole day in the kitchen cooking up a big Italian meal for Henry and his brother, Theo. Leaning against the counter, she glanced down at her feet and let out a disappointed sigh, "Okay. I’ll make you a plate you can heat up when you get home." Her English was perfect, but it was still diluted by her thick Spanish accent. "Okay, darling. Be safe getting home. Bye." She pulled the phone back from her ear and ended the call.

She briefly wondered if this would mean that Theo wouldn’t show. He seemed to get rather uncomfortable (re: hot and bothered) whenever he was in the room with her. And that was when Henry was here, much less when it was just the two of them. She turned back to the oven and leaned down enough to see the baked ziti that was finishing cooking. It seemed to be okay, so she turned and went to hers and Henry’s bedroom, going straight to her closet and stepping into a pair of heels. She went over to the mirror to glance at herself. Yes, she was perfect enough for Theo to visit.

She had - of course - chosen her shortest, tightest dress in an intense black color. Her chocolate and caramel hair hung in perfectly beachy waves down to her waist, and her lips were perfectly red. She couldn’t help but grin as she thought of how Theo was probably going to react. Like he always did - either running off to take a shower or the odd reaction of stuffing his face into the microwave. She didn’t have much time to laugh about it though, for the doorbell rang.

Striding confidently through the house, she reached the front door and pulled it open (only after checking that her cleavage was on point) and grinned to Theo. “Buena noches, Theo,” she practically purred to him, leaning easily against the door. She’d been born with a natural sex appeal to herself, she didn’t have to work too hard. “I hope you’re hungry, because Henry won’t be joining us tonight,” she told him after he was inside and the door was closed. No way she was telling him that while he was still outside, he probably would have turned and run at that exact moment.

[theobertinelli]

Theo hadn't spent this long on his hair since prom night back in '02 -- which was saying a lot because gel was cool back then and his hair had been stiff as a rock. His hair, thankfully, was nowhere near as hard as it had been back in '02, but the same basic concept applied. His plain white button up rolled at the sleeves and simple red tie paired perfectly with his casual black slacks, and it had taken everything in him not to rip every single hair from his head at the mere knowledge that he would never be as dapper of a dresser as his stupid brother. Stupid, younger, fancier, well-kept brother. The jackass was probably at home matching his stupid cufflinks to Catalina's diamond earrings. That's who all of this was for, wasn't it? Theo had no doubt been impressed by Henry's snag. Okay, he was a little more than impressed. In fact, he was sitting somewhere between green with envy and red with rage. Catalina was absolutely beautiful. And smart, and funny, and charming, and foreign, and beautiful, and well-read, and also beautiful... And Theo had once gone a two whole weeks without a shower. Not by choice, obviously, but he had been stationed in a questionable area somewhere near India and that was just how the cards laid out. The point was, Theo wasn't that dapper a dresser. He wasn't as articulate as the little honor student with the college degrees, and he wasn't the type of guy to steal his brother's girlfriend, either -- but it was mostly harmless, right? A little gell and a spritz of cologne and a fucking tie didn't hurt, right?? His Nana would smack him for wearing white while eating an Italian meal. "Fuck it," Theo palmed at the top of his head, fucking his hair up even further before he finally hopped out of his jeep, slammed the door shut, and poked a thumb at his brother's front door. He couldn't wait to see the two of them answer the door wrapped in each other's arms all smiley and pretty and -- "Um, buena noches, Cat," Theo stepped over the threshold, looking around the room, almost as if he didn't believe Henry wasn't around. Why hadn't the fucker called and told him that? He wouldn't have drove... six blocks to get here, otherwise. Dammit, there was still time to bust out, right? Her dress was too small and Theo's tie was suddenly too tight. "It smells great," he offered up lamely, a small, sideways smile resting on his face as he kept his eyes above her chest. "Just like grandma used to make." Thank god grandma never walked around in tight skimpy dresses.

[theobertinelli]

bertinelli family feelings ft. aria & theo 

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nicholas sparks couldn't write this | theo & jackson (closed)

Theo hadn't been back in Oxford for very long. His first order of business had been a home cooked meal courtesy of Nana Salerno and a good old fashioned noogie from one Henry Bertinelli. The next order of business (after he finally managed to get out of his mother and grandmother and sister's clutches) was to get settled into a more permanent residence other than the downstairs futon in his childhood home that had worked previously when Theo came home for occasional weekends. The third order -- perhaps the most simplest of all -- was snagging that job his brother had so graciously offered him at the auto body shop. After a week, it was a little bit like Theo had never left Oxford in the first place. But he had left. In fact, he'd been gone for close to ten years. People had moved away, new people had moved in, locations had changed and some had stayed the same. The Belfronts were still the talk of the town and by the looks of it, some had even started to reproduce. Amazing. But his most favorite Belfront had always come in the form of Jackson Foster. They hadn't necessarily been close over the years despite the minor age difference and the slight crush he had always had on his twin sister, but Jackson had been a slice of home for Theo when they had met up in Germany -- briefly stationed together overseas. After the two had gotten to talking, things had skyrocketed from there. Jackson was a great guy, an even better friend, and most importantly his guns were fantastic so it was really just a great pairing altogether. Bonding over football and video games and the occasional night out on the town serving as wingmen for hot foreign chicks, befriending Jackson had definitely been a pretty good idea. Better late than never, right? So, that brought him to his very next order of business; finding Jackson Foster. He'd run into plenty of Belfronts already (Toby had given him a weird sort of standoffish look when he had asked him about his cousin), but after running into a drunk Claire at a bar, she informed him that he had moved back into his apartment and to wait until dusk to visit him. And then she promptly pinched his butt and gave him a salute and said "Thanks, sailor!" That was about as much as he could deal with that night. The next night, however, Theo found himself knocking on his apartment door around 7:30 with a case of foreign beer that they had enjoyed together back in Germany and a small, dimply grin on his face. He briefly wondered if there was a vampire living in his apartment building, because it kind of smelled like a fanger, but he shrugged it off. The whole town sort of smelled like vamp at this point, Theo had gotten used to it.

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[theobertinelli]

[thebloodofoxford]

Theo Bertinelli || 31 years old || Werewolf || FC: DJ Cotrona

Traits

(+) Loyal, Determined, Kind (-) Loud, Sarcastic, Hotheaded

Personality

Growing up military in a multi-generation household with four other siblings wasn’t exactly easy — especially when said household was full of loud, Italian werewolves. While Oxford had probably already met it’s criteria for loud werewolves long before the Bertinellis came into town, it did help that, while Theo had always had to shout over his siblings and stress over the full moon, his parents and their parents before had raised their wild ones in some semblance of structure and (for the most part) outside parties generally thought that the Bertinellis were a pretty normal, lovely group. At least in comparison to the Belfronts, obviously. Theo was no exception. His parents had raised Theo and his siblings to be pretty swell young chaps. Theo’s father, a sergeant major in the marines, had never forced anything but love upon his children, despite the fact that he had only been home at most for four months out of every year. His mother, another ex-marine, saw to it that her children grew up with as much structure and self control as she could muster with two boys and three girls running wild under the same house as her parents — though it may have been Nana and Papa Salerno who had beat manners as well as temper into the children. That didn’t stop them from shouting over each other and beating each other up every chance they got. As the oldest, Theo might have been the loudest, most temperamental of them all by birth right — but that didn’t stop him from attempting to be the best role model he could be to his younger siblings. Determined to prove himself (despite the fact that he was never entirely sure that he wanted to), Theo enlisted in the marines as well, if only to impress his parents.

Biography

Theo was born the eldest of five siblings to Anthony and Maria Bertinelli of Oxford, Mississippi. The young couple had met overseas while serving in the military before they wed and decided to make Oxford their permanent residence after Maria had gotten pregnant with Theo.  While Oxford was originally Anthony’s hometown — a place he knew the family would be more than welcome among the supernatural crowd — Maria had flown her parents over from Italy after their fourth baby while Anthony finished out his service. In fact, Theo could remember being the man of the house for a good portion of his teenage years until his father eventually retired. Despite the fact that Anthony had few days off at a time, it didn’t stop him and his eldest son from fixing up old cars in the garage on his days off. Theo had never been mad that his father was never around much, but it didn’t change the fact that he still had the nagging need to want to impress him. Theo had only done a year of college before he ended up joining the army in hopes to please his parents despite the fact that they had never pressured their kids to join any branch of service. Stationed everywhere from Germany to Cambodia, it was in California where he eventually settled for a few years, even briefly getting engaged until she had found out about his furry little problem and ending the relationship. Theo enjoyed the ride while it lasted, but he couldn’t deny that he was much happier when he was back home.  His younger brother Henry had loaned some money from their grandparents before they had passed, and with the cash had started an auto body shop in Oxford where Theo had been more than willing to help out with after moving back — and honestly, the place has become something like his baby.

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