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iin2u · 2 years

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Teaser,

Heres chapter one of my story i'm working on!

Chapter One.

“Atlas, y’know your shift is over?” Mateo, my friend and co-worker called out whilst cleaning the coffee tables.

“Ah, I better get going” I untied my fitted apron, the brown, silky material draped in my hands. I hung it on the wall, placing it under my name before slinging my brown satchel over my shoulder and pulling my white Sony headphones over my white mullet. I could hear Mateo talking to another one of the workers before I left through the door. I did not say goodbye.

I’ve always been shut out, never fitted in. Casted away. I was born with a condition, Albino to be exact, which halted me from making friends throughout my childhood and teenage years. Quite tragic I know. I am 22 now, 23 in about 24 days (about 3 and a half weeks) and still do not have a social life.

As I walked down the streets, many school aged kids chucking gum and many assorted items at me, I did end up pointing my slender middle finger up at them, but mainly ignored the little shits they were. I had decided to take out a book tonight, I had nothing to do this weekend and I needed to study, I was actually quite behind. I pulled open the door to the library, beginning my search to find the perfect study book. I was studying English languages and literature, so to be safe I had to pick up some basic Shakespeare novels.

I had three books in my hands; Romeo and Juliet, Midsommer Night's Dream, and a considerably basic English literature study book. I set them down on the counter, settling my library card on top of the stack. I had not said much and kept my head down, yet I could see his hands flicking through the books and taking interest in what I had taken out.

A cold hand touched my head, pulling down my headphones. I peered up at the man above me, he seemed to be about 3-4 inches taller to me (for confirmation I'm 6 feet tall.) I immediately recognised him; he was in my English classes. I gave a smile; I should at least try give an okay expression.

“Hey Atlas, how are you? I haven’t seen you at college lately?” His voice comforted me, it was silky and soft, I could talk to him forever.

I fumbled over my words “Oh, uhm yeah... You’re Danny, right?” I had gathered that he was misunderstood like me, he vitiligo, it was pretty, it complimented his eyes.

“Yes! That’s me” He exclaimed.

“Hey uhm...” I said, “Mind if I got your number, I want to get to know you more” He made a beautiful smile, dazzling me before I could even say a word. He pulled out a pen, my eyes gave a puzzled look. He took my hand. Before I could even mutter a word, he wrote his number on my palm, closing it gently and smiling.

“I... Thank you” I giggled, he started to chuckle along with me. I grabbed my books and bolted out of that library as fast as I could. The only kind of colour came to my face in that moment. My pace got faster, walking home in the rain, even though it was New Years Eve, I hadn’t planned to go out, it seemed quite unnecessary.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Mateo’s number. It rang about 4 and half times before I heard his voice on the other end.

“Hello! You don’t call me this late. You coming to the New Years party?” He screamed down the phone, music roaring in the background.

“No, no... I think I just got a date.” I muttered down the phone, I didn’t exactly want the universe to know.

“WHAT!” He screeched; I could hear his excitement through his phone. Before I could even reply I heard Danny racing after me down the street, he must have ran far as I was about three streets down, yet he still ended his shift to see me.

“I’ve got to go!” I hung up, turning around to look up at Danny.

“Follow me to the square, the clock is about to strike midnight!” Danny grabbed my hand, pulling me to the miniscule square my town, Rhyle had. We squished amongst many other people, I didn’t particularly like it, yet I had a protective arm wrapped around me, Danny was very protective.

I heard many people start to count down, 3...2...1... 2014 had struck. Streamers and party poppers exploded around us, everything felt like a dream. As glitter fell onto my blonde hair, Danny leaned down and kissed me.

As he broke the kiss he said “Happy new year Atlas” before letting go of my shoulders. I had seen that many people kissed when the clock stuck, but it had finally happened to me, I stood still like an ice sculpture.

“I’ll see you in school soon! Text me” He exclaimed before flowing off into the crowd, disappearing into the human abyss.

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official-weasley · 3 years

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First Date (Bill Weasley x OC one-shot)

Warnings: fluff + fluff = this story

Word count: 3,317

Characters: Bill Weasley and my OC Theodora from the story Love, William which you can find here

A/N: First of all I am back! Second of all, I have more ideas for Bill and Theo 🙈 Third of all, I bring fluff! Fourth of all, I am done creating new OCs for a while and want to spend some time creating and bonding with my 3 girls (mostly Nova and Theo because I only have 5 ideas for Rhylee but 47 for Nova (no, she's not my favorite, what are you talking about?)) so you can expect more one-shots from my previous OCs rather than new stories 🥰

“Theo, come down here a sec!”

Theodora peered over the top of her book toward the door and sighed. One of these days, she might get to finish a chapter without her having to leave the room and check out what the twins need.

With them, it was always a guess – either it was something serious and had to do with the shop or they called her just to see her annoyed face when they would tell her that they already took care of it.

“Yes?” She said, halfway down the stairs.

“There's a package for you.” George grinned at her and gave her a rather big box.

“Who is it from?” Theodora's interest was piqued.

“There's no card. There's probably a message inside.” Fred pursed his lips, thinking.

“Is it from Bill?” George sent a wink to Theodora.

It has been 3 days since Bill came to the shop and very spontaneously kissed Theodora full on the mouth. 3 days and Theodora still can't stop thinking about it.

After the twins went away, letting the pair have a private moment, Bill officially asked her out on a date. He was very secretive about it – giving away only the date and the time and saying that she should wear something more formal.

Theodora was so enchanted by the kiss that she simply nodded to everything Bill said and it wasn't until the next day when she started to think about what she is going to wear – wanting to impress Bill – that she realized she has absolutely nothing that would fit the category 'more formal'.

She liked her clothes simple. Tank tops and linen shorts for the summer. Jeans and long-sleeved shirts – preferably in dark green or burgundy red – for the winter. There was nothing in between. She never had the need to buy other clothes and she liked to be comfy – especially since they opened the shop and it was so busy all the time.

The morning after Bill's visit, she threw every pair of pants and every shirt out of her closet. The most formal thing in there was her old Hogwarts uniform and she can't show up in that – Bill would think she has lost her mind.

She sat on her bed, trying to find a gap in her work schedule where she could slip out and get a dress or something. Her face screwed in an uncomfortable expression – she was not a type of a woman to wear dresses. But on the second hand, Bill might like that and if she was completely honest with herself, she never gave dresses a proper chance.

She let out a panicked sigh when she acknowledged that she won't have enough free time in the next 2 days to get the dress. There was also no time to inform Bill that she can't go or ask him if they can postpone so she can buy something for herself. Just the thought of admitting to Bill that she has nothing to wear – finally understanding her roommates which had closets full of clothes but always complained that they can't find the right outfit – made her stomach turn.

Another sigh. If she asks Freddie and Georgie if she can go out for two hours, they are going to tease her or ask her where she is going and if she says she needs something to wear to go on a date with their brother, she will listen to howling, whistling and seeing their eyebrows move up and down mockingly until she leaves for her date with Bill.

It was enough that their first kiss was in front of them. They didn't shut up about it for hours after Bill left for work that day. They teased her in front of customers, when they had their break, when they closed the shop and they waited for her when she came from the shower. She knew that they were happy for them and they were just excited that it finally happened but she also decided then and there that she is never sharing anything about her relationship with Bill with them ever again.

After a day of beating her head around it, she gave up and now that the day of their date has arrived, she tried to bury herself in her book so she wouldn't think about how she is going to wear the same shorts and a top to their first date in which Bill saw her last year at the Burrow.

“I don't know,” Theodora mumbled looking at the big box, shaking it a little.

It was quite light for a box that she could barely hold and the curiosity inside her chest was getting bigger. She wasn't expecting a package. Eric will come and visit in 2 weeks so he wouldn't send her anything. If the box was heavier, she would have a mini heart attack, thinking that perhaps Charlie has sent her a baby dragon.

She put the package down on her bed and carefully opened the lid. It dawned on her that it could easily be the twins trying to prank her. They knew that today was her date with Bill – it was the first thing they mentioned this morning at breakfast. But they wouldn't try to sabotage that, would they? No. No, they would not.

Nothing jumped out of the box when she took the lid completely off. There was something wrapped in thin grey paper and there was a note on the top. Theodora took it and turned it around.

Dear Theodora,

I was so overwhelmed by our kiss the other day that I didn't even consider the fact that I didn't tell you what you should wear to our date.

I apologize for that. I have known where to take you for our first date ever since we admitted our feelings to each other through letters.

To make it up to you, I have bought you a little something to wear. I hope you'll like it. I can't wait to see you tonight.

Love, William

If Theodora didn't find Bill perfect before, she definitely did now. She inhaled and exhaled sharply. She couldn't believe it! He solved her dilemma with one box.

Her heart was racing, looking at the wrapping paper as she placed the card on the bed next to the box. Bill bought her something to wear? He bought her something?

Suddenly she felt really uncomfortable. He shouldn't have. She doesn't deserve this. What if he spent a lot of money on this? Spending any kind of money on her was not okay in her book. She didn't require any gifts, she just wanted him.

Her hands were shaking nonetheless and she finally gave in to opening the box. A loud gasp escaped her mouth when she pulled out a long princess-like black dress. Was Bill insane?! This had to be the most expensive fabric she has ever laid her hands on. And were those feathers, flawlessly falling at the back? A lace corset with a princess cut with a lower part that was shorter in the front than in the back.

Theodora was holding the dress high, staring at it with an opened mouth for solid 5 minutes. Where was Bill taking her that she would have to wear anything like this and why would he put so much effort into their first date?

She put the dress down and looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned at her hair. What is she supposed to do with it? It's as straight as if she was ironing it. Perhaps a high ponytail? A braid to the side would be nice but she never learned how to do that and she never paid attention when her roommates were braiding each other's hair. A ponytail will have to do. She nodded at herself and turned on her heel.

Another wave of panic stroke her as she looked at the dress again, remembering that she has no shoes to match such a beautiful garment. She has boots and flip-flops and a pair of sneakers. Her eyes escaped back to the box – wistfully gazing at it, wishing some shoes would appear there.

She pressed her lips together and peaked inside once more and started rummaging through the wrapping paper.

Theodora wasn't even that surprised when her hand got a hold on something that felt like a shoe. Of course, Bill thought of everything. She couldn't stop a smile from spreading all over her face even though she wanted to. Bill put all this effort into this and what will she do? Just appear there and let Bill do all the work. Pathetic!

She sat down on her bed, now a shoe in each of her hands. She stared at them, half in admiration half in terror. Heels. Bill bought her heels. She swallowed hard, cursing herself to ever make a decision to be comfortable and laughing at the thoughts of ever putting something that made you taller for more than 3 centimeters.

Another mini heart attack. How is she supposed to do this? She couldn't walk in heels! She barely even laid her eyes on a pair. She tilted her head to see the time on the clock she had by the door of her room. 2 more hours until she has to meet Bill.

2 hours to learn how to walk in heels and properly put on a dress with a corset. How hard can it be?

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“How's it going up here?” A gentle knock on the doorframe and Fred's voice, made Theodora look away from the mirror.

“I-I'm fine.” She bit the inner side of her cheek and smoothened her dress to calm her nerves. “Why?” She asked, turning back to the mirror.

“Well we have heard some heavy footsteps and some thumping here and there and I decided to check up on you. What were you doing?” Fred giggled.

“Oh, nothing. Embarrassing myself, mostly.” Theodora let out a nervous chuckle and showed herself to Fred.

“Theo, wow!” Fred gasped, forgetting how to close his mouth.

He has never seen his best friend in a dress before. She was more likely to wear something of his or his twin than ever put on a dress.

“Where did you get this?” Fred asked after he composed himself.

“I received it in the box this morning.” Theodora's cheeks turned scarlet.

“Bill bought you an outfit for your first date?” His face turned into a smug one immediately.

Theodora nodded and once again turned to the mirror. She put the dress on correctly and she was quite proud of herself for doing so. The heels were surprisingly comfortable but her ankles hurt from her stepping the wrong way, almost breaking them a few times.

“He isn't always like this, right?” Theodora turned to Fred.

“What do you mean?”

“It's just a one-time thing, right? He won't spend money and give me presents?” Theodora explained her question.

“He might.” Fred shrugged. “He fancies you, Theo, let him spoil you.”

“I don't want to be pampered like this.” Theodora frowned. “It's enough if he holds me tight in his arms, smiling softly, listening to me, and showing me with gestures how much I mean to him.”

“I know. You like things simple.” Fred bestowed her with a small smile. “But that won't stop him. Unless you tell him that it's making you uncomfortable.”

“It's not. It's just,” Theodora sighed, “I don't feel worthy of it. I have nothing to give in return. What am I supposed to buy him? A tuxedo?”

“No.” Fred laughed wholeheartedly. “Just show him how much he means to you. I know you never experienced this with any of your ex-boyfriends but Bill is very traditional and a romantic. You might need to get used to this.”

“Okay,” Theodora said slowly. “If it makes him happy and this is something he enjoys doing then I will do it for him.”

“That's the spirit!” Fred exclaimed and wrapped Theodora in a hug.

“Sorry, to interrupt your mo, but Theo, it's time for you to go.” George appeared in the door, pointing at the clock on the wall.

“Bloody hell, I'll be late!” Theodora stood up, trying to balance herself in those heels. She grabbed her black purse – grateful to have at least one item to match – and hurried past George, completely ignoring the dumbfounded expression on his face when he saw what she was wearing.

She hurried down the stairs and out through the back door, hoping she won't be too late. Bill told her to meet him at the only square in Diagon Alley and said that they are going to apparate to Muggle London together from there.

Theodora was surprised at how fast she could run in those heels. She was almost better at running than walking in them. She slowed down as she reached the square, spotting Bill immediately.

Her heart started racing when she saw how dashing he was wearing a black tuxedo and tie and a white buttoned shirt. She must be dreaming – this whole scene and them dressed as they were – it looked like something out of a fairytale.

Bill was turned in the opposite direction, his hands crossed behind his back, rocking on his feet – he seemed nervous. That calmed Theodora down and her heart stopped trying to escape her ribcage.

As she approached him, the sound her heels were making made Bill look in her direction. His eyes widened and all the air in his lungs escaped him as she took his breath away. Theodora bestowed him with a sheepish smile, stopping a few steps away from him.

“So what do you think?” She cleared her throat to make herself appear more confident and twirled on the spot to the best of her abilities.

It was true, the dress did grow on her and she didn't trip over her legs just yet and she wanted to show Bill just how grateful she is for the gift.

“How uncomfortable are you right now?” A giggle escaped his throat, taking a step toward her and offering her his hand.

“It's not as bad as it was 2 hours ago.” Theodora bit her lip.

She felt relieved. Bill knew that this wasn't her cup of tea after all.

“I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or for you to think that I reckon you don't have a proper attire for where I am taking you tonight,” Bill said with burning cheeks.

“You saved me, actually. I was panicking for far too long about what to wear tonight. I have nothing 'more formal' whatsoever in my closet.”

Theodora loved many things about Bill, but the fact that she could be brutally honest with him and tell him exactly what was on her mind was one of her favorite.

“I promise you can toss the dress the second I get you home safely tonight.” Bill smiled, put his left hand on Theodora's lower back, and pulled her closer to his body.

He first kissed her forehead, then her nose, and then put his other hand on her back and kissed her on the mouth. At first, the kiss was gentle but as they both missed each other so much, it quickly got stronger.

“I have no words for how beautiful you look tonight,” Bill whispered in Theodora's ear, making her knees weaken.

“Thank you.” She breathed.

“I saw the dress yesterday when I was walking home from work and I decided to buy it for you. I wanted to see you in it so badly.” He said, almost apologetically.

“Hopefully, there won't be a lot of dresses like that. I don't want you to spend money on me.” Theodora said truthfully.

“I might, here and there.” Bill winked at her and gestured for them to start walking. “I want to make you see that you deserve the world.”

“Then I'll get all spoiled and demand dresses.” Theodora giggled mockingly.

“See, that's why I want to buy things for you because I know you will never turn into someone like that.” Bill giggled with her.

“So,” Theodora made puppy eyes, “will you finally tell me where we are going tonight all dashing and fancy?” She scanned him from head to toe and winked at him, making Bill's face match the hair in his loose ponytail.

“I'm taking you to the opera.” Bill cleared his throat, trying to hide that he was nervous about how Theodora would react to his date idea.

“To the...” Theodora blinked at him. “...wow.” She didn't know what else to say.

She was never the one to obsess over Muggle things too much but she loved their music, especially classical one. She was pretty sure she never told Bill about that before but she couldn't imagine a better first date.

“I thought you might like it. Last summer you mentioned that you love to listen to music and I wanted to do something not as cliché as a fancy restaurant.” He scratched his cheek.

Bill has been nervous about their date ever since he asked Theodora out. Taking her to the opera seemed like a brilliant idea up until the point he arrived at the square and waited for her there. What if Theodora wouldn't like it? What if she would think he is weird for taking her to the opera?

Bill's face brightened up when he saw the sparks with which Theodora was looking at the opera house. He felt so relieved that she liked the idea and wasn't disappointed about where he was taking her.

“What are we listening to?” Theodora questioned, looking around and reminding herself of how she looked at the Enchanted Ceiling when she first arrived at Hogwarts.

“I think it's called Carmen by...”

“Georges Bizet!” Theodora squeaked but then quickly put her hands over her mouth, realizing how inappropriate her behavior was for such a beautiful building.

“You know it?” Bill let out a silent laugh.

“Know it? It's my favorite.”

Without thinking about it, Theodora jumped into Bill's arms, hugging him as tightly as she could.

Suddenly she didn't care about the people walking past them, she wanted to express how much this meant to her. She never thought she would be lucky enough to go to the opera, let alone to listen to her favorite one.

All of Bill's doubts if this was a good idea were diminished the second the music started playing and the singers appeared on the stage. Theodora was sitting on the edge of her seat the entire time, her mouth slightly opened, her eyes glistened with tears of admiration for their voices and the beauty of it all.

Bill has never been to the opera either and if he was perfectly honest with himself, he wasn't sure how much he would like it, but seeing Theodora enjoying it so much was completely worth it to him.

He was thankful that he could enjoy listening to it without paying attention to what was happening on the stage because he couldn't take his eyes of Theodora. Not only did she look breathtaking but the way she was paying attention to the stage – how happy it made her and how she admired the singers – made him fall in love with her even more and he couldn't wait for her to tell him about all the places she ever had a wish to see and visit because he wants her to have more moments like this.

They decided to walk back home. Bill insisted that he accompanies her to her apartment and despite being worried that Theodora's feet might hurt in those heels, he didn't want to apparate because Theodora couldn't stop talking about what they have just experienced in that opera house and Bill could listen to her for hours, his heart melting by the passion in her eyes.

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homosociallyyours · 3 years

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please don’t mind me i just...really need to get my Below Deck Kate/Rhylee bullshit out below the cut...this fandom doesn’t exist but apparently I’m just absolute femslash trash. obviously.

cw: canon compliant, pining, flirtation, alcohol, sex mention, implied drunk sex, canon bisexuality, rpf, below deck

“Do you care if I fuck Tanner down here later?”

Kate’s watching her reflection in the mirror as she puts on lipstick, so she misses the way Rhylee’s mouth twists before responding.

“Yeah sure, I can sleep through anything,” she lies. It’s not like she can blame Kate for wanting to sleep with Tanner-- he’s been doing a full court press on her after breaking things off with Simone, and his personality might suck but he’s still a fine ass looking man. Still, the thought of sleeping with him turns Rhylee’s stomach after everything that’s happened between her and the other deck crew.

She brushes it off, hopping down off the top bunk and standing behind Kate to use the mirror to check her own hair. “Don’t expect him to take too long anyway,” she says with a smirk. Kate laughs.

“I have terrible taste in men, Rhy. Help me!” She leans back into Rhylee’s chest and Rhylee bumps her hips forward so their bodies are flush for a moment before they stumble apart, giggling. Kate’s joking, obviously, but as they walk out of the room Rhylee’s stuck thinking about all the ways she would help Kate, if she could.

The club is hot and too crowded, and no amount of booze can make Rhylee forget that she’s standing there next to the stupid pricks who’ve made her past few weeks hell. It’s too loud to talk with Kate, so they dance next to each other as they get drunker. Tanner is flirting with some white tourist he’s met, and Rhylee watches as he crowds next to her at the bar, kissing her neck. Kate sees it too, she knows, but she’s ignoring it, turning her body away from him.

There’s a moment where Rhylee thinks maybe Tanner will end up ditching Kate, but once they’re getting into the vans to head to the boat he’s sliding in next to Kate in the back, the two of them giggling drunkenly into each other’s necks. Even so, once they’re back at the boat Tanner goes to his bunk and Kate and Rhylee go to theirs, changing into pajamas.

Rhylee climbs into bed, listening to Kate sigh from the lower bunk. “Where the fuck is he?” They turn the lights out, and a few minutes later Rhylee hears Kate get up, the door opening and closing after her. She’s surprised when Kate comes back not even two minutes later, by herself.

“That little fucker was asleep,” she whispers after shutting the door.

“Would’ve had whiskey dick anyway,” Rhylee says, rolling over so she can lean to look at Kate in her bunk. “You deserve better than a shitty fuck, babe.”

Kate hums, throwing her head back. She locks eyes with Rhylee in the dark, her gaze hungry. “What’re you gonna do about it?” she asks with a pout.

Rhylee’s hand clenches automatically, thinking about how Kate would feel under her fingers as Rhylee slowly worked her up before eating her out. She knows Kate’s dating history, knows she won’t be shy about getting Rhylee off too, and that’s really all she needs to convince her. She hops out of her bunk and stands over Kate’s.

“Y’know this isn’t even a boatmance, really-- right?”

Kate didn’t have to say it, but Rhylee gets why she did. “Duh. Now make room for me before I get back in my own bed.”

#below deck #rpf #femslash #alcohol tw #mostly pining #i know this isn't gonna get any notes #but i couldn't stop thinking about it!!!#and i'm watching below deck #and i just let it out y'know #ngl i do really think kate and rhylee would fuck even tho they didn't during the show

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