#thatdammchickennugget loves finalgirllx

[thatdammchickennugget]

hello my lovely wife, congratulations on your continued blog growth! you deserve it and everything you put out is 10/10💕

shamelessly asking for a romance pairing, a slytherin boy ofc 😌. you know what i look like + my interests but my personal style is a lot of black sweaters, flannels, fall jackets, with pink accessories🖤💕

asking you to make the choice of enzo or matty for me🤧 unless you think i’d fulfill a different trope with each. enable my insanity pls💀

i love you!! thank you!!

thank you my sweet wife, I love you so much and I'm so nervous about posting this because it's for you, hope they are okay 💕💕

Romantic Match-Up: Mattheo Riddle

mattheo and you found yourselves locked in a fierce rivalry within the unsanctioned duelling club at hogwarts, where sparks flew as your wands clashed in a dance of magic and skill. from the moment you first squared off, there was an undeniable tension between you, fueled by your shared passion for duelling and a competitive spirit that burned bright.

despite the intensity of your rivalry, mattheo couldn't help but be drawn to the kindness in your heart and the warmth in your gaze, despite neither of these being directed at him most of the time. he found himself captivated by the way your laughter echoed through the corridors and deeply amused by the fierce bickering matches he always managed to draw you into.

your stunning blue eyes were impossible for him to ignore, a constant reminder of the beauty that surrounded him.

yet, despite his admiration, he couldn't shake the twinge of jealousy that gnawed at him whenever he saw you prancing around the castle with enzo, your best friend, unable to get the thought out of his mind, that maybe, your shared friend would be the better match for you.

as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, mattheo begrudgingly found himself admiring your determination and skill. though he would never admit it openly, he couldn't deny the respect he held for your unwavering resolve in the face of every challenge.

despite your frenemies dynamic, there was an undeniable spark between you, a tension that crackled in the air whenever your wands clashed. though you were rivals on the duelling stage, there was a mutual understanding and respect that bound you together.

it was during one particularly heated argument that the tension between you and mattheo finally reached its breaking point. in a moment of raw emotion, fueled by adrenaline and frustration, you found yourselves drawn together, lips meeting in a fiery kiss that left you both breathless and wanting more

with the barrier of rivalry broken between you and mattheo, your relationship took on a new dynamic, one where he found himself fiercely protective of you. his protective instincts kicked into overdrive, often finding himself hovering nearby whenever you were engaged in a duel or faced any form of confrontation. his presence was a silent reassurance, a reminder that he would always be there to stand by your side, ready to defend you at a moment's notice.

despite his protective nature, it was clear to both of you that you were the one who held the reins in the relationship. your strong-willed and assertive personality often took the lead, with mattheo often putting up a fight at first, only to be vocally outspared and giving in in the end.

though some may have expected friction between the two of you given your competitive natures, it was your shared respect and understanding that fueled the fire of your relationship. you complemented each other in ways that were both unexpected and undeniable, with mattheo learning to embrace your strength and independence, as well as finding solace and a place to be truly himself with you.

as a little bonus, dates include: you dragging him to music stores, nights in your dorm with you playing a game an him sketching with his head on your lap (he takes over gaming for scary parts), coffee shop dates (he let's you decide on a new drink for him to try each time)

Song: R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys

[finalgirllx]

Hey gorgeous I have a little quest for you👀 can you give me 3 songs for each of the boys, 1 they would love, 1 that makes you think of them, and 1 that sounds like dating them would feel like?😩 peace and love💕

mariiii what is this!! a gift of the chance for me to talk about music!! thank you lovie!! i'll just be doing mattheo and enzo and ONLY the first one i think of or i'll be stuck on this forever lol. makes me think of mattheo reel around the fountain - the smiths what song mattheo would love come as you are - nirvana what dating him would feel like nothing's gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex makes me think of enzo knew better/forever boy - ariana grande what song would enzo love slow dancing in the dark - joji what dating him would feel like something about you - eyedress

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Joining the Jinxed July thing that @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx are doing.

Heat

Draco Malfoy x F!Reader

Warnings: cussing, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, temperature play, ice play?

18+ Minors DNI!

It was your first summer you've spent with the boys and Pansy. You were all at the Malfoy Manor, hanging outside by the pool. Mattheo, Theo, and Enzo were playing in the pool. Blaise and Draco were relaxing on the lounge chairs, sunglasses on, headphones in. And you were under the shade in your own lounge chair, reading a book, Pansy beside you on her phone.

It was hot. You had no idea how Draco and Blaise weren't burning. At least the other three boys were in the pool. Even under the shade, in a swimsuit, you felt hot. But you also liked hanging out with the boys and Pansy.

“I'm gonna go grab a popsicle, I'll be right back.” You tell Pansy as you put your book down on the table between you guys. She gave a small nod in acknowledgement as you stood up and headed inside to the kitchen. You grabbed one of the popsicles in the freezer, enjoying the cool air on your skin for a moment as you stood there, cooling down.

“Can you handle the heat?” You heard behind you, making you jump before turning around to see Draco standing there, a cocky smile on his lips as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“I can.” You say as you close the freezer door. “I'd prefer not to, though.” You took off the plastic wrap around the popsicle before putting it in your mouth.

He watched the action, licking his lips before looking back in your eyes. “I have an idea on how to cool you off.”

“And what would that be?” You asked, licking some of the melted popsicle off your fingers.

He came closer to you, taking the popsicle from your hand with a small protest from you before placing it against the skin on your neck, dragging it around randomly. He followed behind it with his tongue, cleaning the sticky substance from your skin.

The popsicle cooled you off, but his tongue just heated you right back up. He lifted you onto the kitchen counter and put the popsicle back in your mouth as he cleaned up the small drops that ran down to your chest. You didn't even protest or push him off the whole time, just softly moaning and panting right next to his ear.

He quickly took off your top, before taking the popsicle back from you and circling your nipples with it, making you gasp from the cold.

“Draco, someone could walk in.” You said, a small whine leaving your lips.

“Let them.” He pushed the popsicle back in your mouth before licking and sucking at one of your nipples, groaning as he heard your quiet whimper. He did the same to your other nipple as he hooked his fingers in your bottoms and pulled them down. “You're wet, darling. Don't even try stopping me when you're clearly enjoying this.” He teased once he pulled back to look at your pussy.

He took the popsicle from you again before making you lie down. He dragged it along one of your thighs, following with his tongue again, repeating it with the other. He pressed it to your clit, making you jump from the freezing temperature as he let a few drops run down to your hole, mixing with your arousal. He ran the popsicle down before teasing your entrance, watching you clench around nothing as you whine and whimper.

“You're such a needy little thing, huh?” He teased before pushing the popsicle inside you, making you moan and grab onto the edges of the counter. It was hard to tell if you liked it or not, if it was too cold or that just made it better. He started thrusting it in and out before licking at your clit. The contrast of his warm tongue making everything more sensitive.

“Fuck, Draco. That's so good.” You moaned, grabbing onto his hair.

“Getting off on some ice, love? You should be ashamed.” He teased. He pulled out the popsicle, moving his tongue to push inside you instead as he cleaned away any remnants of the melted popsicle inside you. He pressed the popsicle to your clit, the temperature switch driving you crazy as you bucked up into him. 

He pushed the popsicle back into your mouth, his thumb rubbing at your clit instead of you came, muffled by frozen treat in your mouth as you trembled.

“Merlin, you're such a slut.” He said as he stood back up, pushing down his swim shorts before lining his cock up with your entrance. “Couldn't even wait to get off on my cock.” He said as he pushed in, hissing at the feeling of you around him while you moaned around the popsicle.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs as he placed your ankles on his shoulders, pulling you towards him to meet his thrusts.

“Draco!” You cried out, grabbing onto his hands.

“That's it, love. Who's making you feel this good?” He said, moaning at the way your tits bounced with each thrust.

“You, you are!” You answered, letting the last of the popsicle melt in your mouth and letting the stick fall beside your head.

“Good girl. So fucking good for me. You're taking me so well.” He praised, feeling you clench around him, knowing you were close again. “Cum for me, darling. Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Draco!” You cried out as your second orgasm hit you, clawing at his arms as he helped you ride it out.

He pulled out and finished on your stomach, coating your skin in his cum with a few muttered curses. You both caught your breath as you looked at each other.

“Come on, guys. We eat in here.” You heard Pansy say from the doorway.

Taglist:

@soaked4abby @hpnsfwaddict @mayamonroem @leovaldezsbitch @brittney-121

@jeannie-beannie @yourenogoodforme @mixvchelle @helendeath @evaslytherpuff

@dracoslovergirl @littlemadamred @mattheoriddlesbitch @acornacreacure @opheliamalfoy236

@demieyesore @akira1246 @queenshu @prettypinkprincess15 @starryslytherin0

[mrsriddles-blog]

Reads of the Week: Mar 10-Mar 16 | PART ONE

*indicates smut

green font represents multiple characters (poly, rh, etc.)

A/N: Soooo, this is part one for this weeks reads 😂 😅 I didn’t know you were limited to 50 mentions per post, so the second part I’m going to start out with fics I’ve read for the Sturniolo Triplets. Also, if the link is wrong on one or the mentions, please let me know! I try to go in and check them, but there was a lot this time! Thank you!

Cruel Summer by @thatdammchickennugget

The real thing by @zriasstuff

Babysitting by @rainyreading

Weren’t Supposed to Let Me Go by @anawritez-posts

oh heart, and then it falls by @cupidddd-d

Eclipsed Hearts by @anawritez-posts

Warring Hearts by @allurearia

hide by @bettymylove

Hidden rings by @allurearia

Filthy Cheater, We Go Again by @allurearia

Way too close by @zriasstuff

Lessons In Love by @obsessedwithceleste

His Favorite* by @angelfrombeneth

get him back! by @lizthewriter

Lonely by @evergone

You know better*by @hpimagines

daddy issues by @bettymylove

Not so innocent* by @hpimagines

hot chocolate fluff by @finalgirllx

First Impressions PT 1 by @zriasstuff

Second Chances PT 2 by @zriasstuff

Sharing a bed PT 1 by @papercorgiworld

Sharing a bed PT 2* by @papercorgiworld

let me fuck you* by @slytherinslut0

dreams come true* by @jayybugg

the tension* by @mxqdii

Cuddly by @maraudersmyloves

confess by @kelstey

Blinding Ire by @darklinsblog

A Cold Comfort by @ana-reblogsposts

Fake Stalker Prequel by @anawritez-posts

Fake Stalker by @anawritez-posts

Voicemail by @anawritez-posts

Confundus* by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Since Forever by @suugarbabe

mine by @sapphicwhxre

personas by @sapphicwhxre

tell me we weren’t just friends by @lizthewriter

Restraints* by @slytherins-journalist

The Study* by @etfrin

[acourtofchaos]

SLYTHERIN BOYS FIC RECS

MATTHEO RIDDLE

HIDE AND SEEK* by @writingsbychlo

BEG FOR ME* by @slytherinslut0

BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND by @pizzaapeteer

MATTHEO'S NURSE by @finalgirllx

THEODORE NOTT

SHUT UP KISS ME by @theostrophywife

LESSONS IN LOVE

THE CAT CHRONICLES

by @obsessedwithceleste

SEA FOAM* by @gemissleeping

RIDE* | PART TWO* by @pepsichrry

I MISS YOU, I'M SORRY by @angelfic

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

IS IT NEW YEARS YET by @writingsbychlo

WHITE LIE by @thatdammchickennugget

THE SECONDS BEFORE* by @distantdarlings

PIERCER ENZO

FLIRT

by @suugarbabe

CHURCH* by @jayybugg

TOM RIDDLE

MY SOUL IS TOO WELL TANGLED WITH YOU by @darkmagic-s

LITTLE DOVE* by @theostrophywife

REPENT by @tomriddleslove

NO ONE LIKE YOU* by @distantdarlings

MULTI-CHARACTER

TAKE CARE OF MY GIRL* (mattheo x f!reader x enzo)

ANYTHING?* (mattheo x f!reader x enzo)

by @thatdammchickennugget

(* indicates smut)

[musingsofahufflepuff]

The Art of Learning Potions (according to Enzo Berkshire)

Lorenzo Berkshire x gn!reader; fluff

summary: potions is hard, but confessing your feelings is harder. especially when the person you’re in love with is your best friend.

a/n: dedicated to @finalgirllx for helping me figure out wtf to do with Enzo. also! this ended up being my submission for @thatdammchickennugget’s first hogmarch prompt. i’m sorry its short and kinda sucks (and its been like 22 days since i last posted a work)

You walk into the common room the night before a big Potions exam with a groan. Your group of friends is sitting around the fireplace, causally talking, enticing you to relax for the first time this week.

Spotting Enzo lounging on one of the couches, you make your way over before dropping your body weight against him. He makes a small oof at the unexpected person in his lap and chuckles softly once he realizes its you, wrapping his arms around you without hesitation.

Nobody acknowledges your arrival, so you take Enzo’s sweatshirt covered chest as an invitation to use it as a pillow.

He’s warm, as usual, and the soft Slytherin green material of his sweatshirt is comforting on your skin.

His hand comes up to caress your back and you can feel your heart beat everywhere.

As he keeps up with the current conversation (quidditch maybe?) his voice rumbles in his chest in a soothing way. You notice it compliments the thump of his heart beating softly in your ear.

Not that you cared. Obviously.

You had been friends, best friends even, since first year. And you definitely did not have a crush on him. Nope. Not even with his charming smile and ability to brighten the worst of days.

You quickly push the thought away.

The two of you stay like that for a while, then the conversation migrates to the exam tomorrow. With a small groan you turn your head to face the group, “I’ve been studying all week and I still don’t feel ready. I swear, Snape is out to get me.”

That makes a couple of the guys chuckle.

Enzo suddenly speaks from above your head, “I could probably use a bit more study time if you wanna look it over together before bed?”

You don’t catch Mattheo suggestively raising his eyebrows to tease Enzo. Instead you’re turning your head to look up at the boy you’re currently laying on, chin resting on his chest, “sure, I’d be down for that Enz.”

You get up from his lap and grab your bag, heading to his dorm to resume your studying.

Once you’re out of earshot, Mattheo leans over to Theo next to him, “more like studying anatomy, not potions.”

Enzo shoots the two a glare and hisses, “not like either of you would know anything about that.”

Matt and Theo burst into laughter at his reply as Enzo turns and follows you into his dorm room.

♡ ♡ ♡

Head starting to ache, you look at the clock. 1:04 am. Stretching your arms out, you look over at Enzo, whose eyes were already on you.

“What are you staring at, Berkshire?” there’s a teasing smile on your lips that makes Enzo laugh.

“Oh nothing,” he flashes a cheeky grin.

You lean over and shove him playfully, which makes him laugh. Gods you could listen to him laugh forever.

“So did my explanation help? Or are you still worried about tomorrow?” his grin is softer.

“I think I’m getting it now, thanks for helping me. You’re a surprisingly good tutor,” a smile works its way onto your face, a hint of blush rising in your cheeks.

“Oh, I’m a good tutor, huh? Is it that, or is it because you’re in love with me?” he’s smiling so easily, it almost makes you jealous.

You struggle to come up with a reply, “in love with you?” Your cheeks are definitely on fire now.

“Maybe I’m just hoping you are, but I think I’m right.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

“How can you be so causal about this?”

“How are you not?”

Your mouth opens and closes as you contemplate his words.

Enzo takes a step closer, taking your hands in his, “I have feelings for you, I’m almost certain you feel the same. So why complicate it? Give in, live a little.”

Without allowing yourself to overthink things again, you lean up and press your lips to his, a heat immediately washing over you.

He’s quick to return the kiss, as if he’d been waiting for it his entire life. His mouth moves softly against you, hands leaving their grasp on yours to hold your face. The hold is gentle, but unwavering. Instinctively your hands reach out to his sweatshirt to claw at the material, trying to bring him closer. He takes the hint and presses his body against yours, making that heat in your core spike.

Now that he’s closer, you slip your hands around his torso and deepen the kiss, wanting to drown in him.

You pull back to catch your breath, and his lips chase after yours. You let out a laugh, releasing the nerves you’d had pent up.

Those pretty brown eyes look down at you, his smirk back on his face, “so I was right?”

That earns him another shove, but he doesn’t let you move him this time, locked against you. There’s something vulnerable in his gaze that makes you want to be honest, “you were.”

“Good.”

His lips are back on yours in an instant, making you gasp at the suddenness of it. The kiss is brief, but leaves you craving more.

“We-“ you pause for a moment not wanting this to end, “we should get some sleep so we’re not dying during the exam.”

“Or, we could catch up on lost time and deal with the consequences later.”

And who can blame you for not being able to say no to that face?

♡ ♡ ♡

Bonus: So maybe staying up into the early hours of the morning wasn’t your smartest decision. But Enzo’s surprisingly good tutoring skills made up for it with a passing grade on the exam. You’re never gonna hear the end of that one.

[jayybugg]

summer of strawberries

Week 1 of Jinxed July is here! I promised my loves @finalgirllx & @thatdammchickennugget that I would participate in at least one week so here we are. I used the strawberry picking and heatwave prompts for a little sunshine x grumpy headcanon action with Theo. Banner from @cafekitsune!

Warnings: GN!Reader, mentions of smoking, grumpy!Theo, sunshine!reader, sickly sweet.

Word Count: 504 (Probably the shortest thing you'll get from me.)

Boyfriend!Theo who hates the heat. He hates the summer. He hates bugs.

Boyfriend!Theo who would rather sit under the AC of his childhood manor than do ANYTHING that requires him to move in the summer heat.

Boyfriend!Theo who has a partner who loves summer and the activities that come with it.

Boyfriend!Theo whose partner always wanted to go out and explore, host a pool party, or just be outside.

Boyfriend!Theo who was beyond annoyed when they were given a summer project to write about a fun outdoor activity they did over the summer.

Boyfriend!Theo who thought “Why does it matter to the teachers if he went outside or not?”

Boyfriend!Theo whose annoyance faded away a little bit once you said that you would do the activity with him.

Boyfriend!Theo whose only intention for the summer was to take you to his manor and hold you hostage in his bed.

“Strawberry picking!” You exclaimed, bouncing on Theo’s large bed excitedly.

Boyfriend!Theo who stared at you like you had grown two heads as he blew out smoke from his cigarette. “It’s hot.” He deadpanned.

“They’re ripe!” Your rebuttal, “And it’s the perfect thing for the project!”

Boyfriend!Theo rolled his eyes but got up to go to the strawberry field with you. He would do anything you said despite his distaste for the project and the heat.

Boyfriend!Theo whose love for you is strong but his hate for the sweltering heat wave is equally as strong.

Boyfriend!Theo who walked hand-in-hand with you, listening to you ramble on about every fact that you knew about strawberries. That was how your relationship worked, you were the yapper and he was the listener.

Boyfriend!Theo who watched you run to the field of strawberries, your smile brighter than the sun as you picked the biggest and juiciest ones.

Boyfriend!Theo who had a deep scowl on his face as he sweated through his white t-shirt. The material was basically sticking to his chest like a second layer of skin.

Boyfriend!Theo who also smiled sweetly at you whenever you showed him a bigger strawberry or a ladybug.

Boyfriend!Theo who risked sunburn to come and help you untangle a squirrel from the bushes.  

Boyfriend!Theo who definitely got sunburnt.

Boyfriend!Theo who gave you a piggyback ride all the way back to the manor, despite usually hating being touched in this type of heat.

Boyfriend!Theo who washed all your strawberries for you and made you different Italian desserts out of them.

Boyfriend!Theo who smiled softly as he watched your eyes gleam with happiness every time you bit into one of the strawberries or the desserts.

Boyfriend!Theo who loves you so much that he didn’t care about the raised eyebrows when the other boys saw his sunburnt skin when they came to visit.

Boyfriend!Theo who got the highest marks on his summer project when they came back to school.

Boyfriend!Theo who made Professor McGonagall dab tears from her eyes from reading his report because she could tell how much he loved you through the words he wrote.

[thatdammchickennugget]

[finalgirllx]

you are fucking adorable and adorably fuckable

no, you!! 💕💕💕

public announcement that

MARI IS SPOKEN FOR!! SHE IS MY WIFE!! AND I LOVE HER!!

[wordsarelife]

—last kiss

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: theo and you spend time at the most beautiful place on earth and it belongs just to the both of you

note: this is my entry for the jinxed july challenge of @finalgirllx and @thatdammchickennugget

warnings: mentions of death

"last one there owes the other a secret"

blades of grass whip against your legs. wind floods your hair and the sun kisses your skin. you're probably hardly as fast as him, but you still don't stop sprinting.

"come on!" he calls loudly, his voice flying over the field and even though you know you're already running as fast as possible, you feel yourself speeding up. 

"i'm not as fast" you scream, while laughing.

"excuses" theo replies. 

your breath is heavy and you're sure your lungs will combust any second now, but before that can happen, he stops, turning his body to look at you. 

theo's face is so beautiful that you might just start crying. his eyes are blue, resembling the darkest spot in the ocean and his lips are curved upwards as he smiles at you. his hair looks soft and warm, enlightened by the sun. 

you stop in front of him, catching your breath. 

he bends down to pick a flower, pushing it behind your ear. "you look so pretty" he says. 

you say nothing. you just smile, wondering how he can say something like that when he himself looks like a greek god. 

"come on" theo says once again, outstretching his hand and taking yours. he walks you through the flower field, further and further than from where you came. 

"where are we going?" you ask, your voice just above a whisper. it's so quiet, you don't even have to speak louder for him to understand.

"a special place" theo answers and you roll your eyes behind his back. "a surprise i set up"

"you're so secretive" you laugh, slapping his arm. 

"and you're impatient."

you shake your head, what he can't see of course, but still. 

there's a bit of space in the middle of the big field, a tree hanging over the field and making space from the flowers around it. there's a blanket waiting and a basket. 

the place is absolutely beautiful just in itself, but theo made a point to decorate the tree and the blanket.

"it's gorgeous" you gush, taking his face in your hands and littering it with kisses. 

he laughs.

the wind pushes hair into your face, as you kneel down to sit on the blanket. you can't even see over the flowers around you. hiding the both of you away from the world, as you sit underneath a tree in the middle of a field of beautiful flowers. 

"how come this is still so..?"

"beautiful and untouched?" theo suggests, looking around. "it belongs to my family, otherwise i'm sure there would be a supermarket or something"

you smile. "why did you never bring me here before?"

he shrugs. "i brought you here now" 

you nod and laugh. "yeah, alright"

theo opens the basket, pushing a display of various different fruits in your direction. you smile at his dedication and take a few strawberries. 

"so?" he raises his brows and smiles at you. "i'm waiting"

the strawberries color your tongue red and leave a hint of sweetness on your lips. you smile conspiratorial. "i'm not telling you"

"well, you have to, those are the rules" 

"it's unfair" you argue playfully. "you're much faster than me and i didn't even know where we were going, so you would've won anyway"

he doesn't give in. "rules are rules, baby" he shrugs and you roll your eyes. he throws a blueberry at you, which bounces from your forehead and falls onto the blanket between you. you pick it up and plop it into your mouth, coloring your tongue purple.

"go on, love" he encourages when you're still not saying anything. 

"fine" you sigh. "i want it to be you"

"want me to be what?" he wonders, there's no hint of a joke in his voice, it's just a question. 

"i want you to be everything. my yesterday, my tomorrow. i want you to be forever, i want us to be forever" 

"we will" theo assures, kissing your temple softly, not able to hide the big goofy smile on his face. 

"you're so annoying" you giggle when he starts littering your face with kisses. 

"you don't think i'm annoying" he argues, while he starts tickling you. "you think i'm everything"

"damn right i do" you smile, as he holds in his movement "what about you?"

"me?" he repeats. "i don't have to tell you one, remember? last one there owes the other a secret. i was very clearly not last."

you roll your eyes, but accept his explanation. 

theo opens his mouth and you flick blueberries inside, coloring his tongue purple. there's a hint of sweetness on both of your mouths when you finish the strawberries and kiss his lips, tasting it. everything tastes better on his lips. even sadness. 

he holds you close to him, softly deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue into your mouth. your hands are moving in his hair and he draws patterns on the skin of your hips. 

you walk the way back. hand in hand, while you finish the rest of the blueberries. 

"they are my favourites" theo informs you.

"now you did tell me a secret" you say matter of factly. 

"that's not a secret" he insists. "but i think that depends how you define one. you seem to have a pretty low requirement"

"well, any new information you tell me is practically a secret, considering i know so much about you already" you shrug "and you had all these years to tell me" 

"you know me best" he smiles and you feel proudness bubble in your chest. "i would share secrets with you any day"

the field is just as beautiful in the winter, when you come visit it in thick clothes and blue lips. the wind has settled down and you get warm while running through the snow. 

this time you're ahead of him by a lot, which has to be on purpose. 

you reach the tree first, slapping a gloved hand against it. "ha!" you laugh, when he finally falls against the tree, next to your hand. 

"now, let's hear it, lover-boy" you raise a brow, waiting for him to catch his breath. you're almost a bit worried when it takes him longer than expected, but he speaks before you can question him about it.  

"i'm crazy about you" theo says, finally and you giggle. "and you make me feel special, no one can do that apart from you" 

you smile at him and hope that he can feel all the love and adoration you put into it. "i'm even crazier about you" you plaster a warm kiss onto his cold cheek. "and you are special, you don't need someone to make you feel like you are" 

"i'm gonna beat you the next time" he laughs, breathing in cold air and coughing it out again. 

whispered words and sunny days make the snow disappear. you sit in the tree, with theo underneath. both of you are quietly reading, only connected through the same words on either paper. 

"it's your turn" theo says as he turns his head upwards. 

you're not convinced. you didn't run here, so there's not really a winner. "unfair" you say in a sing-song and you can practically feel him roll his eyes.

"go on, love" theo says. "it was my turn the last time, remember?"

"okay, sure, mister always right" you give in, eager to return to your book as soon as possible. "you look hot today" you giggle as soon as the words have left your lips. theo looks up at you with big eyes of surprise and you laugh even louder. 

"that doesn't count" he protests. 

"not secret enough for you?" 

"it's not a secret, if anything it's just a fact" he jokes, but can't help and starts laughing at the pretended seriousness in his voice. 

"well, that's the only secret you're getting today, my love"

"whatever" 

the heat pools over both of your bodies, so you're again deciding not to run, when you come back in the summer.

still, you make a point of throwing your hand against the tree first, catching the short second of annoyance flashing over his face, as he did not think of doing that. 

"i'm ready, baby" you dance around him, as he puts down the picnic blanket, easily ignoring you. 

theo pats for you to join him and you sit down just as he throws his head into your lap. 

"today was a good day" he says and you nod, both of you deciding that it's secret enough.

"yes" you smile, as he closes his eyes tiredly. you kiss his forehead and push back his shortened hair, running your fingers through it as he easily slips into a soft sleep, both you and the sun caressing him. 

you don't come back in autumn or winter, not even in spring of the next year. it takes a whole year for you to return, when it is summer again and the heat almost burns off your skin. 

blades of grass whip against your legs. wind floods your hair and the sun kisses your skin. you're probably hardly as fast as him, but you still don't stop sprinting.

the wind moves the tree in front of you and also the flowers. it is soothing, considering the heat.

you reach the tree, slapping your hand against it, but not waiting for him to do the same, before you sink down in the grass. 

you keep silent, both of you just sitting, without anyone saying anything. 

you sigh, pushing a hand over the stone, trying to get rid of the dirt and leaves that fell from the tree. 

"fine" you finally say, laying down beside him and staring into the sky, that is almost invisible, because the tree is in the way. 

"but there's nothing new for me to tell you" you explain. "you can't be picky, you know? after all the time that passed before i came back" 

the silence is loud and harsh and you try to fill it, but end up helplessly sighing, before you find the words to continue. "i wish i could tell you something new" you mutter, a lump in your throat and a stone on your heart. a tear slips from your eye. your voice falls to a whisper. 

you don't have to speak louder than that for him to hear you. the field is quiet and so is the world around you now. 

"i still want it to be you" you can't help but cry "there's nothing i can do about it, my love" you shake your head "and i know that it's probably a shit secret, but i just want you to know the truth, my hurtful, heartbreaking, but honest truth" 

you push your hand against the stone once more, before standing up from your position next to him. 

you walk away from the tree, surrounded by a flower field. away from the most beautiful place on earth and away from theo. 

theo's tombstone rests under the tree for the rest of what you thought would be forever. the pages of the calender turning without him moving. you know it's the right place for him, because it is beautiful, no matter the season, just like theo was.

you'll come back for every season for the rest of your life, a hand on the locket with his photo and another filled with secrets. you'll have to tell a secret every time now, because theo stays under the tree and you will always be the last one there, no matter how fast you run. 

[suugarbabe]

it's you | j.p. x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: fluff

Suggested song to play: Since I've Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin

an: for the fourth week of @finalgirllx and @thatdammchickennugget jinxedjuly <333, also i did not personally proofread but @pizzaapeteer did so thank you love!

Small apologies leave your lips any time you bumped into another person, which was a lot. “So sorry,” as you duked under someone’s arms, “pardon,” as you squished through an opening of people. You sneak a peek behind you, but you can’t seem to find even a glimpse of James in the crowd. You weren’t sure if this meant you were winning or losing your little wager with him; honestly you weren’t sure if you’d rather win or lose. 

As you and your friends arrived at the last stage of the festival, you couldn’t help the slight frown that appeared on your features at the length the crowd had come to. An arm was thrown over your shoulder as Sirius’s teasing voice came next, “What’s wrong, doll? I thought you were excited to see Zep?” You slumped your head against his shoulder, “I am excited, I’m just a little sad we’re so far away.” Sirius grew a smirk you couldn’t see, “What, you were hoping Robert Plant would sweat on you?” 

You shoved him playfully, “Sodd off, Black.” A roar of laughter occurred behind the two of you, “Yeah, sodd off, Black.” Sirius turned to give his glasses clad friend the finger. James sidled up next to you, dropping his voice to whisper, “Why are we telling him to sodd off?” Your previous frown turned upwards, “I was just sad about how far we are and he was just being a moron.” James smiled at this, “Isn’t he always, love?” You nodded, biting your lip to hide your growing smile as Sirius was walking back over. 

“You know,” James started, “we could probably get you a little closer.” You raised your eyebrows at this, “Pray tell, sir.” James turned toward the crowd, an arm extended toward the crowd, “You see that booth in the middle there?” You followed his gaze, seeing a small booth in the middle of a slew of people, “You mean the soundbooth?” James nodded, “I bet we could get there.” 

Raising your eyebrows slightly and crossing your arms you wore a look of slight disbelief, “And how would we manage that?” James flashes all his teeth with his charming smile, “Just a little zipping and zogging, darling.” A groan left Sirius’s throat near you, “Is Prongs making promises he can’t fulfill again?” Remus came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Sirius’s waist and he buried his face in the crook of his neck, “Be nice, Pads.” 

Sirius got a look on his face that made you suddenly feel nervous, and the words that left his mouth did nothing to help calm them, “Why don’t we make it interesting hmm? Last one there owes the other a secret.” If you would have turned around you would have realized that Sirius’s cocky glare was not aimed at you, but at James whose cheeks were tinted the darkest shade of scarlett. You also would have noticed the slight squeak in his voice when he responded, “G-great idea, Pads.” He turned to you then, “Whaddya say, darling?” What else could you do but nod in agreement, “Y-yeah, sure.” 

Remus shook his head at the lot of you, but that didn’t stop him from stepping into the role of game keeper now that you both consented to Sirius’s little proposition, “Are you both ready then?” You gave a shaky nod just as James gave a short, “‘Spose, so yeah.” Remus’s grin could be heard in his words, “On your mark,” you faced towards the crowd, eyeing the soundbooth that was the finish line, “get set,” you felt your heart rate start to increase, setting your feet for an ample push on, “go!”

You took off toward the crowd, hoping and praying that James’s larger stature posed as a disadvantage. Where you could easily slip through gaps and under people’s arms, James would have to essentially bulldoze through people. Which now that you think about it could be a perfect strategy for him as people tend to just move out of his way. Crap crap crap crap crap, I don’t know if I’m ready to admit it, your internal monologue was panicking as you weaved in and out of people either too high or too unbothered to notice you were going through them to get closer. 

With no James in sight you reach the sound booth first, a hand clasping the side bar with a slap of triumph. You peer over the crowd around you, searching for any glimpse of curly hair of a glint from glasses. A grip on your waist makes you jump slightly. “Gotcha,” James’s giggled declaration causes the same to erupt from you. You turn in his grip, his hands still holding on as you face him now. Your heart beat feels like it’s in your throat as you try to speak, “I beat you, Jamie.” 

James smiles at the nickname, nodding and bouncing his curls along with it, “Yeah, you beat me darling.” In a bold gesture you wrap your arms around his neck, “You owe me a secret.” This time you don’t miss the way his cheeks pinken, James stumbling slightly over his words, “Y-yeah, you’re right. I, erm, guess I just don’t really know how to say it?” He rubs a thumb over your hip bone nervously, which only increases your own nerves.

“You can tell me anything Jamie, you know that. I promise I won’t judge,” You plastered on a wide and encouraging smile, which did just that for James. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he spoke, “Okay, phew, okay, I can do this.” He looked over towards the stage, your favorite band playing your favorite song seemed to be just the right moment for him to confess it all, “Y/n/n, I…I really like you. I have for a while I’ve just, ugh, I’ve been a pansy about it. I’ve been meaning to tell you sooner, but it just seems like you’re mind has been occupied by someone else and I just didn’t want to get in the way of that? I dunno, but then Sirius said his stupid thing and I thought, what better time, ya know?” 

James let out a nervous laugh, struggling to keep eye contact and waiting for you response. You placed a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you while you made a confession of your own, “It’s you, Jamie.” James’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “You, I’m sorry, what?” You let out a sigh, “What, or who’s been occupying my mind lately. It’s you, you bloody idiot. I thought Sirius made his little plan because he knew.” James couldn’t help but roll his eyes, a small smile on his face as he did so, “That cheeky fucking bastard, I thought it was just because of me.” 

James grabbed your face then, pulling your lips to his in a playfully searing kiss. His lips slotted against yours better than any fantasy you’d ever had of him. Just like everything else he did, he kissed passionately, your knees growing weak as you felt light headed both from the lack of oxygen and at the realization that this was really happening. As he pulled away you couldn’t help the dopey smile that you wore, James looking thankfully similar. “We make a pack right now that he does not get credit for us getting together.” 

You perked up, “So we’re together now?” James gave you two more quick pecks on the lips before turning you both towards the stage to enjoy the rest of the band’s set. He pulled you close into his side, leaning down to answer your question, “Sweetheart, after that confession, you’re stuck with me.”

[slytherinboysappreciation]

The Start of a Movie - P. P. x fem!Reader

A/N: Please don’t mind the modern au and the midwest usa vibes I infused into this fic. It’s for the sake of the plot, okay? And I liked doing it

Thank you to @pizzaapeteer for reading over this fic for me! You’re the best 💛

Fic is for week four of @finalgirllx and @thatdammchickennugget’s Jinxed July challenge, using the picture prompt. There is no use of Y/N. I am working on a second part and it should be out soon after this

CW: Fluff; cuteness; flowers as a gift; Mattheo and Theo are mentioned to own trucks; technically not cheating, but it’s a little dicey; mentions of withholding information from parents; pining; mentions of past homophobia; mentions of hatred; Pansy is a bit of a flaky friend; Reader is in love; emotional turmoil; Reader has conflicting feelings towards Mattheo; some swearing; Reader is supposed to be on a date with Theo; Reader’s parents do not like Pansy; kissing; interrupted kissing; mild moment of panic; again, not technically cheating, but!!!; Mattheo likes country music; implied talking to for Reader from parents

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“Pansy?”

She looks up from her phone. “Yeah, babe?”

You try not to react to the cute pet name. It’s Pansy, after all. She calls everyone cute pet names.

“I made you something,” you say shyly. You hold out your newly made bouquet of wildflowers. “I know Mattheo’s probably gonna get you something grander for your present, but—“

“For me? Thank you… They look lovely.” Pansy smiles, taking the flowers from you.

Your cheeks warm, and you’ve never been more grateful for the evening dusk around you.

It’s just past sunset, and the last rays of sun are fading behind the hills. You climb into the back of Mattheo’s truck, settling next to Pansy.

So close, but not too close.

Your friend group is out to see a drive-in movie for the first time. Mattheo and Theo have parked their trucks and filled their truck beds with pillows and cushions and blankets. The perfect movie watching set up.

The boys and Daphne went to go get snacks from the concession stand, leaving you and Pansy alone.

Sitting next to her feels bold. Her and Mattheo aren’t a couple at the moment, but everyone knows they’re on and off again.

Pansy sets the bouquet next to her and starts scrolling on her phone again. You left your phone at home on ‘accident’, giving you the perfect excuse for not calling your parents to tell them you’ll be out past curfew.

So you just lean back and gaze up at the night sky. Trying to ignore the short distance between her skin and yours.

You’ve had a crush on Pansy for ages. Before you even knew that girls could like girls. Even before you found out that it was normal to feel that way, and not some great travesty against a higher power.

Loving Pansy Parkinson has been your only constant for years.

Part of you still hates that you love her. You think it’s the same part of you that flinches when your brother cracks a joke about girls around you, or the same part of you that panics when your girl friends hug you. Now that you know, you can’t un-know.

You don’t hate her because she’s a girl. You hate her because she’s Pansy. Because she’s been your best friend on and off for years. Because every time you swear there’s chemistry between you two, you find her making out with Mattheo.

But god, if you aren’t addicted to loving her.

It’s the bob of her hair, the lines of her collarbone, the slight freckles on her face that she always tries to cover up. You love freckles. You love her freckles.

It’s her smile and her laugh and the way she seems to be on top of everything, but can never commit to anything.

And her lips. You just know they’re soft. Warm. Taste like the standard cherry chapstick she always puts on.

Your lips are nothing like hers.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Pansy leaning into you. “Look.”

She shows you a cute video. You smile and laugh. You can barely breathe without the scent of jasmine and cherry overwhelming you.

You want to cry. You want to scream. You’re so close to her, and she’s not moving away from you.

She looks up at you, and the light from the giant movie projector reflects in her eyes.

She’s so close. And yet.

The sound of crunching gravel brings you back to earth faster than a rocket. The boys are back.

Pansy sits back up, but her hand lingers in your space. Just next to your hand. You could reach out and touch it, and no one would be the wiser.

“Hey, babe. I got your popcorn without butter.” Mattheo.

Somehow the bane of your existence and the only boy who’s ever treated you like something. You despise him.

Pansy takes the popcorn with a smile. You know it’s partially fake. Pansy loves buttered popcorn.

“And I got yours with extra butter.” Mattheo hands you your popcorn with a smile. Maybe you don’t hate him as much as you think you do.

“Thanks. What do I owe you?”

He chuckles. “It’s on the house. Pansy’s birthday, remember? What kind of guy would I be if I let her best friend pay for popcorn?”

You’re her best friend again, apparently. Last week it was Daphne.

“You sure?”

He reaches behind Pansy to nudge your shoulder playfully. “Hell yeah I am.”

You smile and eat some popcorn.

Pansy picks at her red paper bag full of popped kernels and smiles at Mattheo.

You no longer want to eat popcorn.

The movie’s starting soon and everyone starts heading to their respective trucks. You’re supposed to be with Theo. He did technically ask you to come with him.

Him and Daphne linger for a moment.

“Pans…” Daphne whines.

Your stomach sinks and you grab your popcorn, preparing to move. Pansy stops you with a hand on your thigh. Your skin burns under her touch.

“Go be with your boyfriend,” she tells Daphne. “You’re only gonna end up sneaking over there anyway to makeout with him.”

Daphne huffs and stalks over to the other truck. Theo casts a look at you and walks over to join her.

You feel a little guilty, but mostly overjoyed Pansy wants you to stay.

The movie starts after another few moments and everything is quiet except for the radio playing the sounds of the movie. Everything is calm.

Except your racing heart.

Pansy’s hand hasn’t moved off your thigh. You can feel its weight, feel the warmth.

Mattheo’s hand around Pansy’s shoulders brushes your shoulder. You don’t react.

Eventually, you manage to focus on the movie. It’s an older film, a cheesy story about two friends falling in love. It makes your heart ache and thrill at the same time.

About halfway through the movie, Mattheo gets up to go find the bathrooms. Pansy sighs once he’s gone.

You offer her some popcorn. She hesitates for a moment before taking a handful. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” You don’t say any of the thoughts you’re thinking.

She quietly eats her popcorn for a moment before lying back in the truck bed. Her hair spreads out around her, framing her face like a dark halo.

You gaze down at her. “What’s wrong?”

She takes a flower from the bouquet you’d given her. It’s now a little squashed. She brushes the flower against your cheek. “I’m glad you came.”

You smile. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

You lie down next to her. Your shoulders touch, your heads close together. Your fingers brush. Once, twice. You take her hand.

Her hand is warm. Your hand is sweaty.

“I missed you,” she says softly. “You didn’t come to the last party.”

“My parents.” That’s all you say. She knows enough.

Pansy sighs and gives your hand a soft squeeze. “They don’t like me.”

“They can go fuck themselves.” You squeeze her hand back. “You’re my best friend, Pansy. No one can take that away.”

She smiles and turns her head towards you. You turn your head to gaze back at her. Your faces are so close together; you can practically smell the scent of her chapstick.

“Promise?” She whispers.

“I promise.”

There’s a quiet moment where you just gaze at each other. The light from the movie illuminates your faces. Everything feels peaceful.

And then…

You kiss her. Her lips are soft. Warm. Kissing her feels like coming home.

She tastes like cherry and buttered popcorn.

Her lips mold to yours, her fingers tightening around yours. You pull away to breathe, and her lips meet yours again.

You kiss once, twice. Your tongue brushes her lower lip.

The sound of gravel crunching has Pansy pulling away. You sit up, wiping at your mouth. Panic welling in your chest.

She’s gonna tell him, she’s gonna tell him, she’s gonna tell—

“Whew!” Mattheo hops back into his truck, settling down on the other side of Pansy. “Sorry for taking so long.”

Pansy gives your hand a squeeze. “You didn’t miss much.”

She didn’t tell him.

The three of you settle into your positions and return to watching the movie.

Your head spins as you vaguely focus on the projector screen. Your mouth feels all tingly.

You kissed her. You kissed her. And she kissed back.

The rest of the night passes in a slow blur. You’re hyper-aware of Pansy next to you. Her fingers entwined with yours. Her head falls to your shoulder.

You’ve never been this close to her before. It feels taboo, with Mattheo right there. But you don’t move away.

You’ve wanted this for so long. You’re determined to enjoy every moment you get.

Eventually the movie ends. You all pack up.

Theo offers to take you home, a last ditch attempt to salvage asking you out. Mattheo steps in before you can say anything. “Don’t worry about it. Pans and I are headed that way.”

You smile at him. He grins casually back. “Come on. You and Pans can have backseat.”

You wonder if he knows. You try not to think about it too much.

You and Pansy snuggle in the backseat on the way home. No seatbelts, no nothing. Just you and her.

Mattheo turns on the radio and sings along to country music.

There’s a feeling of peace. Warmth. Contentment. Like nothing in the world can touch you.

Mattheo pulls up to your house and parks his truck. You reluctantly untangle yourself from Pansy. You can see the lights still on in your house and you know you’re in for it.

But you can’t find it in you to care when Pansy sneaks a kiss to your cheek. “See you tomorrow, babe.”

“See you tomorrow…”

Matrheo gets out and opens the door for you. “Hope you’re not in too much trouble.”

You smile at him. “It’ll be okay. I had a fun time.”

He chuckles and pulls you into a quick hug. He smells like popcorn and cologne. “See you around.”

“You too, Matty,” you say softly. You step back and give the two of them a smile. “Bye.”

You walk up the path to your house, internally bracing yourself for talking with your parents.

You turn around before opening the door. They’re still waiting in your driveway. Mattheo lifts a hand and waves. You wave back and open the door.

Your heart fluttering in your chest.

[olivianott]

BIKINI STRINGS

Hello friends, I’m joining the @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx ‘s Jinxed July challenge, because the prompts are so fun and I want to do so much more with it 😌.

And thank you to my bestie that told me about this 💋🖤😌🎀

✿ fluffy, suggestive, not for minors

✿ Panville, because it’s my comfort, I hope it’s alright

✿ The prompts: sunglasses, poolparty, “Can you handle the heat?”

„I can’t believe you actually made me come here.“ Pansy huffs while she takes her bags out of the taxi's trunk.

“Oh, shut it Pandora. As if I could ever make you do something you didn’t want to. And let’s not pretend I am the reason for you being here.” Draco says in his pompous tone, with a stupid knowing smirk on his face.

She just rolls her eyes but stays quiet. No. She is over that delusional obsession.  

Since Draco and Hermione started working together in the ministry, and subsequently started dating each other, the two very different friend groups were not very willing to interact.

This “summer holiday trip” was supposed to change that apparently. We’ll see how that works.”

Draco invited everyone to one of his family's homes in the south of France. Prick. He knew how much she loved the region. Especially during the summer.

However, Pansy, being Pansy, complained a lot. She acted like she didn’t want to go, but her best friend obviously knew better. Draco was the only one in school who knew about her teenage obsession. Neville.

She was young, surrounded by darkness and cruelty, and he was the complete opposite. At least it looked like that to her. At first, she hated him for it, along with every other stupidly brave Gryffindor. But observing him every day, in class, the Great Hall, the corridors, it became an obsession. Unhealthy. Especially since he never even spared her a glance.

After the war, everything changed. She built even bigger and stronger walls around herself, and stayed at home, away from the judging, prying eyes, wanting to see her at her lowest. Just because of the world and society she was born into and was forced to grow up in and learn from, people viewed her as a villain, the bad guy, the selfish snake ready to betray anyone. If it wasn’t for Draco, maybe she would be exactly like that. He was the first and only one to realize how close to the edge she was and helped her. Made her go to the mind healer, forced her to go outside, reconnect with people again. She will be forever grateful to him for that.

Socializing with the “great brave lions” though? She could whack him on the head for that one.

She is a tiny bit curious about the Herbology professor. Yes, she researched a little bit about Neville, of course she wouldn’t come completely unprepared.

After putting their things away in their rooms, they are supposed to meet in the living room for the welcome drinks and introductions.

Pansy, absolutely not nervous at all, changed her outfit five times, before settling on a deep green, figure-hugging dress with a snake design traveling from her hip, up across her stomach and back, all the way to her shoulder. She is not gonna be hiding her Slytherin roots this week. Let them side eye her all they want.

As she exits her room, the door at the end of the hallway opens and Neville emerges from his room. FUCK.

He looks at her, eyes soft and expectant, until his eyes travel along her length, from head to toe. When his eyes meet hers again, they are hardened already.

“Hello.” She greets him with her head held high. She is not gonna get intimidated by his stare now. She is stronger than that. However, deep inside she felt giddy and vulnerable since she felt like this was the first time he even looked at her at all. She has to squash all those unwanted emotions down, to not make a fool out of herself.

With hard brown eyes staring at her, he only nods his head in greeting and walks around her to the stairs, leaving her rooted to the spot in front of her door.

With a few deep breaths, she convinces herself she doesn’t care about his opinion of her and goes to meet her friends downstairs.

When she enters the living room, everybody except Neville turns to look at her.

“So dramatic Pansy.” Draco says when he sees what she is wearing. Hermione is smiling over the drink in her hand while looking at Neville and then at her. The little prat told her.

Whatever.

After the first round of drinks instead of introductions, (they knew each other from school anyway, why make it even more awkward than it is?) Pansy went to the beach, her favorite part of this amazing mansion. The way the sun beaming down makes the water sparkle has always been her favorite view. She didn’t even mind going alone, no one else wanted to leave the air-conditioned safety of the house.

After a while of her lying on the beach, under the shade of a cliff and her favorite tree, she hears someone approaching.

Her eyes widen when she catches Neville walking to her. He is already wiping sweat off of his forehead as he stands over her. Merlin, he is tall. And big.

She lays on her lounger, content in her light blue daisy covered bikini, not acknowledging him at all.  

“Hey… Um, I didn’t know if you brought water with you. It’s dangerous not to drink in this heat.” He hands her a big glass filled with ice, water and lemon slices.

Pansy froze. Unbelieving. He was concerned about her?

“Oh. That’s … thank you.” She takes the cup from his hands. His hands. Her eyes catch on his veiny hands with thick fingers that she knows are more often then not working with soil in the Hogwarts greenhouses.

“Are you gonna drink, or…?” Neville raises an eyebrow at her and she finally tears her gaze away from his perfect hands.

She actually brought her own water bottle, so she doesn’t really need to drink, but.. well, he brought it for her and she is grateful and giddy again. She drinks while holding his gaze with her eyes over the top of the glass.

She sees how he looks at her lips and follows the drop of water that escaped from between her lips down her chin and in between her bikini-covered breasts. His cheeks start to look a little red.

He looks parched. Could he be…? Interesting. It gives her a bit of a boost in confidence. Not that she is shy normally anyway.

She offers him the cup with the remaining water. “You look like you could do with a cold drink also. You look parched and… very hot.” She says with a little smirk on her face.

He takes the drink from her and goes even more red in the face. But surprisingly, it doesn’t seem to faze him that much. Interesting. He drinks from the same cup while looking into her eyes intently.

“How can you handle this heat? I’m dying over here.” Neville asks and the staring contest ends.

“I love it when it’s hot. I’m a snake after all, haven’t you heard?” She smirks at him and watches for his reaction similar to the one in the hallway earlier that day.

But this time he just smiles. “Yeah, I’ve heard.” With that he grabs the bottom of his brown T-shirt and in one mesmerizing motion he takes it off over his head.

Pansy just sits there with her mouth open and thankful for the sunglasses she has on her wandering eyes. They travel along his chest, decorated with the perfect amount of hair, down over his stomach, no washboard abs in sight, but he looks manly, strong and bulky. Following the trail of hair on his lower stomach that disappears in his green swim trunks, she is interrupted by Neville clearing his throat. FUCK. Maybe the sunglasses were not enough to cover her reaction to his naked upper half.

He tosses his t-shirt onto the sand and takes off to the water, the sight of his broad back making her mouth dry.  

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

In her same favorite bikini, and beach cover up tied at her hip, she is sitting in a pool chair drinking her sweet pink concoction and looking at all the people having fun at their little pool party that night. Draco is the one coming to her as always.

“Why are you sulking, now?” He asks in his usual tone, but Pansy knows he means well.

“I’m not sulking.” Pansy retorts but looks into her drink again.

“Ok, you’re coming to dance with me. Right now.” With that he takes the drink from her to put it on the nearby table, drags her over to the pool deck, and starts dancing, twirling her around like she is five years old. Tall bastard.

She hates to admit it, but in a few minutes, she is having fun. And everyone around her is having fun also.

Suddenly Draco senses Hermione near him and turns over to grab her waist and pull her against him. Completely forgetting about Pansy. Asshole.

She takes one second to think about what to do next, go sulk into my drink or try to have fun by myself as a big girl that I am?

But she doesn’t have to decide. Strong arms circle her waist from behind and she stumbles into a hard chest.

Neville leans over and whispers into her ear. “I hope you are not going back to your chair. We are supposed to have fun on this trip and get to know each other.”

Her body shivers and of course he notices. “Are you cold?” He asks seriously. She can’t believe he doesn’t know what his whispering and his hands on her body are doing to her. Maybe it’s time to show him.

“No. But now I have to ask you. Can you handle the heat?” with that she starts swaying her hips against him. The music is very sensual and she uses it. She reaches up behind his neck and leans her head back against his shoulder, still pushing her ass into him. Before she closes her eyes she can see him watching her body move intently.

He speaks then, quiet but determined: “I can handle everything you give me, don’t worry Little flower.”

At the nickname she gets very emotional. That’s what she desperately needs in her life. Someone to care for her like he cares for his plants. Give her all the right care and nutrition for her to grow more and live her life finally. Not just survive on the minimum.

Her emotional meltdown is interrupted when she feels his hands on her hips. And it awakens different emotions in her.

His voice rumbles as he talks into her neck. “This little bikini almost killed me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe when I saw you in that skin tight snake dress in the hallway, but this? Daisies just became my favorite flower. Also, “ he traces his finger from her shoulder all the way down to her wrist, “did you know, daisies usually symbolize innocence?”

Pansy’s breath catches in her throat when he turns her around and snakes his hands behind her back.

Pansy smiles devilishly “Well I made a mistake choosing the flower then.” With that, she fists her hand in his soft short curls and crashes her lips on his. She doesn’t mind their friends seeing them kiss, she doesn’t care at all to be honest.

After the initial shock of her lips on his, he kisses her back. And he is not gentle. While he explores her mouth with his tongue, his hand goes to the back of her neck, the other one sliding down to her hip, his fingers playing dangerously with the exposed strings of her bikini. That, with his deep growl against her mouth when she tugged on his hair instantly made her pussy wet.

He was the first to break the kiss after almost passing out without the oxygen.

Looking down at her perked nipples visible in between the innocent daisies: “I guess doing this while still in our swimming suits was not a smart move.” He says breathlessly while holding her close to his body and letting her feel what the encounter did to him.

Pansy smiles up at him and without a word takes his hand and makes him follow her inside.

They don’t look at anyone, so they don’t see Hermione with a knowing and satisfied smirk on her face. 

“Congratulations darling, looks like your scheme worked perfectly.” Draco whispers into Hermione’s ear.

Hermione just smiles at him and says “Oh, but the trip wasn’t my idea. Certain professor basically bullied me into making it happen.”

Hope you liked it guys 🖤

[glittervame]

I don't know what to say

I can't say no to you

This post is going to be part of the Jinxed July by @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx check it out if you want to know more!

(It posted early so I had to take it down)

No smut sorry my children

Y/n and Theodore Nott had been the epitome of high school sweethearts. Their love story was the kind that made the other students swoon. They were the couple everyone knew would make it through the trials and tribulations of life, holding hands and whispering sweet nothings under the shade of the old oak tree during lunch breaks, sharing secret smiles across crowded hallways, and spending every stolen moment together in the hidden corners of the library, lost in their own little world of love and magic.

When the time came to say goodbye to the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, they decided to take the leap of faith that so many young lovers dream of. They moved in together, eager to build a life full of joy and companionship, weaving their futures together like the threads of an intricate tapestry. They had plans to conquer the world, him with his sharp mind and her with her gentle yet powerful spirit.

Their days were filled with the warmth of a shared home, the comfort of each other's company, and the excitement of new beginnings. Theodore would often be found in his study, surrounded by books and parchments, working on the latest innovation in magical technology, while Y/n would be in the garden, tending to her magical plants, which grew more vibrant and full of life under her loving care.

Once out of school, they decided to try out acting, and they both quickly became popular rising actors. The magic of their love was palpable, even under the bright lights of the stage. They had a certain chemistry that drew people to them, making them the darlings of the Wizarding world's entertainment scene.

But as the seasons changed, so too did the whispers that began to circulate. It started with a rumor here, a sideways glance there. But as time has a cruel way of doing, it threw a wrench into their idyllic existence. A rumor began to spread like wildfire through the Wizarding community, a rumor that whispered of Theodore's infidelity. Someone claimed to have seen Theodore with another woman, a mysterious figure with a siren's smile and an air of enchantment. The gossip spread like wildfire, leaving a trail of doubt and pain in its wake. Y/n, ever the faithful and loving partner, tried to brush it off, telling herself that Theodore would never betray her trust.

But the whispers grew louder, and the evidence began to mount. Letters with no return address, hidden behind books, spoke of secret meetings and passionate embraces. Y/n's heart grew heavy with each new piece of "evidence" that seemed to confirm her worst fears. The doubt grew into a tumultuous storm within her, threatening to consume her.

One fateful evening, Y/n confronted Theodore, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. The air in the room was thick with tension as she spoke the words that had been burning in her heart. "Are you cheating on me?" she asked, her voice trembling with the weight of the question.

Theodore looked at her, his expression a mixture of shock and regret. He knew he had been careless, but he never meant for her to find out. He stumbled over his words, trying to explain, to justify his actions. But the truth was undeniable. He had allowed the temptation of a fleeting infatuation to cloud his judgment, to betray the one person who had always believed in him.

The silence that followed was deafening, filled with the shattered remnants of their once unshakeable bond. The love they had built together now lay in ruins, a casualty of his indiscretion. With a heavy heart, Y/n made the painful decision to end their relationship. She knew she deserved better than a man whose eyes wandered so easily.

The aftermath of the breakup was like a tempest, with emotions swirling and colliding like violent storm clouds. Theodore was lost in a sea of regret, his eyes reflecting the depth of his sorrow. Y/n, though heartbroken, found a newfound strength within herself. She knew she had to move on, to heal and rediscover who she was without him.

Their paths diverged, each seeking solace in their own way. Theodore threw himself into his work, hoping to drown out the guilt that haunted his every waking moment. Y/n focused on her career, channeling her pain into her performances, which grew more poignant and powerful as a result.

Years passed, and the two former lovers went on to live separate lives.

On that fateful evening, the red carpet stretched out like a crimson river under the glittering lights of Hollywood, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions that surged within Theodore Nott and Y/n as they stepped onto it. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of freshly applied makeup and designer perfumes. The crowd roared with excitement, eager to catch a glimpse of their favorite stars dressed to the nines, flashbulbs popping like a thousand paparazzi fireflies capturing every moment for posterity.

Y/n, now a successful model turned actor, walked with poise and grace, her eyes scanning the horizon of faces, searching for a familiar pair that she hadn't seen in years. She had moved on, built a life away from the whispers and shadows of their past. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum announcing her arrival, a silent symphony that only she could hear.

Theodore, a renowned director known for his gripping storytelling and visual mastery, had come to claim his place among the elite. His sharp gaze darted through the throng, looking for the one person who had once held the key to his heart. He felt a strange mix of dread and hope, as if the very fabric of time was stretching taut, ready to snap them back together or fling them further apart.

As fate would have it, their paths were destined to cross, their eyes locking from afar. The world around them seemed to slow to a crawl, the chatter of the paparazzi and the screams of the fans fading into a distant hum. For a brief, eternal moment, it was just the two of them, standing on the precipice of their shared history.

Their glances were loaded with the weight of unspoken words, the pain of a love lost, and the curiosity of what might have been. The cameras flashed, illuminating their faces with a strobe of white light, but the connection between them remained unbroken. The electricity of their former bond was palpable, a silent conversation that danced in the air.

Y/n felt the warmth of a blush creeping up her neck, the same shade that had painted her cheeks when Theodore had first whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Theodore's jaw tightened, his eyes filled with a storm of emotions he hadn't allowed himself to feel in so long. They both knew that this was not the time or place for a reunion, not with the world watching, not with the scent of scandal still lingering in the air.

With a nod of respect, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye, they each continued their separate paths. The whispers grew louder, the cameras more insistent, but they remained steadfast, two ships passing in the night of glamour and glitz. They had moved on, carved out their own destinies, but the magnetic pull of their past love was undeniable.

As the night progressed, and the stars above twinkled like the sequins on their garments, they couldn't help but steal glances at each other. The tension was palpable, a silent dance of what ifs and could bes. They shared a brief moment at the after-party, a dance floor crowded with celebrities and wannabes, their bodies moving in sync to the rhythm of a love song that played just for them.

Their conversation was forced, polite, a masquerade of indifference. But the spark in their eyes told a different story, one of passion and regret, of a love that had never truly died. As the night grew late, and the party wound down, they found themselves alone in a quiet corner, the music a distant murmur.

Their hearts pounded in sync as they faced each other, the weight of their shared history heavy on their shoulders. The cheating allegations that had torn them apart all those years ago hung in the air, a specter of doubt and pain that neither could ignore.

"Y/n," Theodore began, his voice low and gruff with emotion. "I never got to tell you how sorry I am."

Her eyes searched his, looking for the truth, for the answer to the question that had haunted her for so long. "Theodore," she replied, her voice trembling. "Do you even know what you're sorry for?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "For not being the man you deserved. For letting fear and doubt rule me."

The silence that followed was deafening, a poignant reminder of the chasm that had grown between them. But in that moment, as their eyes held each other's gaze, they both knew that the past was not so easily forgotten, nor was the love that had once burned so brightly.

As the partygoers began to filter out, and the lights grew dimmer, they parted ways once more, the echo of their footsteps a solemn reminder of the paths they had chosen. But the memory of their encounter lingered, a bittersweet reminder of a love that had once been, and perhaps, just perhaps, the promise of a second chance.

The two had found themselves in a different room and they had finally decided to talk about that faithful night. 

"Y/n," he whispered, the sound of his voice barely carrying the weight of his sorrow. "I don't know where to start, but I need to tell you something. Something that's been eating away at me since it happened."

Y/n looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and pain. She had noticed the change in him, the way he had become distant, the lies that had started to pile up. The room grew quieter as she braced herself for what was to come.

"I cheated on you," Theodor said, the words escaping his mouth like a confession from the depths of his soul. "And I am so, so sorry. It was the biggest mistake of my life, and I regret it with every fiber of my being."

Theodor took a deep, trembling breath. "I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but I can't bear the thought of losing you. I've been a coward, hiding behind excuses and deceit. I didn't deserve you, and I definitely didn't deserve your trust. But if you can find it in your heart to give me another chance, I swear, I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you."

"I understand if you can't forgive me," he continued, his voice cracking. "But I need you to know that I love you more than anything. And I will do whatever it takes to prove that I can be the man you deserve."

Tears filled his eyes, spilling over his cheeks as he held her gaze. The weight of his guilt was palpable, hanging in the air like a thick fog.

Y/n stared at him for what felt like an eternity before finally speaking. "Theodor, I… I don't know what to say." Her voice was a mere whisper, raw with emotion. "This hurts more than anything I've ever felt."

Theodor nodded, his head bowed in defeat. "I know it does. And I don't expect you to forgive me overnight. But I will work every day to earn back your trust, to show you that I am worthy of your love."

He paused, taking in the sight of her, the woman he had hurt so deeply. "I'm sorry," he murmured again. "I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you. For the doubt I've planted in your heart. For the trust I've shattered."

"It'll take time, but we can get there again," Y/n looked into his eyes and with a small smile, "I've never been able to say no to you Theo."

[thatdammchickennugget]

happy birthday, my wife <3

We are such a cute family😭 I love you so much my beautiful wife💕💕 mwuah mwuaaah😘😘

[finalgirllx]

(was gonna save this for valentine's day but I have no self control, excuse the cheese and cringe, I love you)

i love you